#they're both awful your honor

[mraprilfools]

I see people sharing their little headcanons and stuff and I really wanted to join in and share my own Radiostatic ramblings uwu

The way I like to envision Radiostatic is that these two men were both monsters. One was born and happy with his role. The other was created and unhappy with his role. These two monsters met seeing each other as the reflected mirror of each other. I don't see Vox as being horribly misogynistic either even for being a 50's man. I don't think Alastor would have been friends with somebody like that with how he is about women. That may have even been another reason he latched onto this friendship with a man for once.

They each made up for what the other lacked. Alastor had strength, fear, and a direct way of handling affairs. Vox was better at working in subtler manners exercising discretion to lure people into traps. Since he could be outwardly friendly he could act in ways Alastor could not.

The two had learned to orchestrate and work together for decades until it started to bleed into their mannerisms. People unintentionally start to mimic the people close to them to bond and I won't rehash the 100 different parallels we found between the two in an 8 episode season.

(cont. under the cut since this was getting long)

But Alastor and Vox are still twisted men at their core. All there would need to be is a small fracture to sow distrust between the two of them. Vox expanding his sphere of allies and gaining independence meant he would have less control over his mentee/friend. And Vox likely wouldn't take to being expected to stay in Alastor's shadow forever. Constantly upgrading himself and pushing technology searching to take himself to greater heights.

A completely one-sided break up would be a horrible waste I think. I personally love the idea that these two men once felt like one completed the other, saw the world in a way nobody else could, flourished in hell in a way they couldn't on earth. Until their very mannerisms and personalities started to mesh and blur.

Then to fall apart fantastically because of their own pride. Or because they were afraid that their red and blue were started to bleed and become purple.

The fight probably wasn't even over one thing, but a build up of multiple factors. At some point one of them likely snapped, with Alastor deliberately trying to kill him. But neither of them could quite finish the job.

Because at least as rivals their afterlives are enriched. Vox is seen to show far more emotion whenever Alastor becomes a subject. Vox is clearly a point of bitterness considering Alastor's absolute hatred whenever a camera is brought up and how he intentionally tries to get his attention time and time again.

They're still each other's most important person. But the shape of that doesn't necessarily have to mean friendly or romantic.

[sketchy-tour]

scuttles in

Dandy is precious and I feel like they would be friends with Gloom

Scuttles away

I AGREE I THINK THEY SHOULD BE FRIENDS!!!!

Gloom beloved @theknifeclown

[kyaruun]

i am equals parts excited and stressed over the valkyrie climax event so i'm drowning my (future) sorrows trying to crochet again

[oplishin]

love cecile because she’s just. what if arlo was a lesbian, even more conniving, and possibly even more pathetic. also they fucking hate each other

[arathergrimreaper]

Still not over Quinn Blackwood, who knows how unpredictable Lestat is but is still desperate for his help with Goblin, goes into his New Orleans house and begs not to be killed. Knowing what we know of Lestat, it was inevitable he'd love this pathetic bi nerd. They're too similar for him not to. Lestat took one look and said, "Relax brotherfucker, I ain't going to kill you. Look at you. You're shaking like a vampiric chihuahua. You're too cute. This Sterling shithead might catch these hands, though."

I mean, if Quinn is a vampiric chihuahua, then Les is a fucking Rottweiler. Poor boy knows (and kind of hopes?) Lestat could use him as a squeaky toy if he wanted. Lestat knows it too, but he spends the whole book just like, 'Got another one, beloveds'.

[flowerisevil]

Lifetime

Gwayne Hightower X Targaryen reader princess @beckyxzz

Disclaimer: incest. Gwayne is the reader's uncle, slight angst, attempted r@pe, mention of sa.

~•~

A youngest and a daughter. What an awful combination can the princess have.

The princess was feeling spiritless between these walls, after a war was declared.

"I want to go in the Sept, it is the seventh day today" she informed her sworn protector, her uncle.

"Princess, would you like for me to inform the Queen so she shall accompany you?" Gwayne asked.

She shook her head, she can't even look at him after the dream she had about him last night, it was unpleasant.

Gwayne took knowledge of her request, as soon as he fetched a carriage for her, the princess was fast to enter the carriage before him.

"You look devastated princess..." Gwayne pointed out.

"I worry for my future, Ser Gwayne" she confessed, as she skinned the tip of her fingers, a manner she obviously gets from her mother.

Gwayne looked at her, she looked like she did not come from her sister Alicent, from her outside and inside. She looked extremely like a Targaryen, out of the five of them, she was the only one who radiates an aura like the other pure-blooded Targaryen had. Her skin and hair were glowing, her lilac eyes that can deceive anyone.

"I worry that someday, the King would arrange me in marriage to the other houses for alliance" Gwayne snapped back in reality as her voice echoed inside the carriage.

"Aegon and Aemond they're plotting to marry me to the Oscar Tully"

Gwayne only nodded, he knew that his nephews' ideas were right, Oscar Tully was a young boy who would accept a generous offer of marrying a Targaryen princess, especially if it's her.

"And you don't want it? Lord Oscar Tully is a great chivalrous and has a great title"

She shakes her head, she never dreamed of marrying a guy, she wanted to marry for love and build a family that will be full of joyous laugh and lovely interactions.

She dreamed one man to marry and unfortunately it was the man right of her, out of all people her heart chose the one she truly shouldn't be with, he was sworn and took an oath.

As they have reached the Great Sept none between them, uttered a word.

Gwayne watched her kneel on the stone statue, while she lit up three candles he frowned, for whom she lit up the third one? Gwayne stared at her, she was the most beautiful of all of them, the most beautiful in his eyes too. His eyes stares at her position, kneeling while she looked up, he wonders how beautiful she would look if a such position is in front of him, he shook his head it was never a good idea to think about her in a sensual way.

It was a painful minute he had to endure before the princess and him came back in the Keep.

~•~•~•~•~•~

Gwayne resisted her, he tried, and he was good at hiding it, the people inside the Keep did not suspect him aside from one.

The youngest princess was outside the Godswood of the Keep when the Jason Lannister pay her a visit, Jason had always dreamed that someday he might get her hand for marriage before the two Targaryen brothers finalize her betrothal to Oscar Tully. It's not like Aegon did not want him for their sister, it would be an honor for both parties to unite their houses.

Gwayne eyes followed the steps of the Lannister towards the princess, he sat beside her on the wooden bench, the princess gaze moves towards him, a hint of discomfort flashed on her face at the close distance between her and Lord Lannister.

"Ser Jason, I am afraid my brothers are nowhere to be seen here" she spoke genuinely, Jason let out a small chuckle as he shakes his head.

"It is you princess that I am looking for" his body moved closer to her and his hands slowly reaching for her hand but before he had placed a kiss on the back of it, the princess had already withdrawn her hand from his grasp.

"What a very proper lady you are" Jason smirked. "I do wonder if only I had asked for your hand earlier than maybe our houses and the people in Kings Landing are already cheering at our union" the princess face grimaced as he spoke, he was speaking nothing but nonsense.

Gwayne hold his sword as he watched the scene unfold, Jason reached to cup her face, he cannot read what he's telling her, but one thing is for sure, the princess is not pleased nor comfortable with him. And he himself is not happy at the scene right in front of him, that cunt of a Lannister touching her elegant face, he dared to touch the princess like that.

Gwayne battled with his own emotion, but his restraints vanished when Jason Lannister took a small fabric of her dress and sniffing it, he immediately walked over them and grabbed his collar pushing him to the ground, he draws his sword before pointing it on the lord lion's neck.

"What an immoral person you are to harass the princess" Gwayne spat, the guards seem alert on his actions but he paid no mind and looked at the princess behind him.

He was furious.

And she can read it clearly on his eyes, but why? Why does it look like his act and rage was caused by other than his knightly duty? Why does his eyes seems have something more to say.

"Princess give me your command and I shall extinguished this unhinged man" Gwayne spoke, digging the tip of his sword the man's skin.

She opened her mouth to speak when Aemond walked inside seeing the scene in front of him.

"Ser Gwayne? What is the meaning of this?"

Aemond spoke beside him was Ser Criston Cole, Aemond's eye widened at the unpleasant scenario, when Gwayne moved his gaze to the Prince, Jason Lannister took it as a chance to run and stand beside Aemond.

"The princess sworn protector is insane! H-he pointed his sword at me!" Jason snarled.

Aemond looked at his uncle, demanding an explanation, Jason's defense made the knight chuckled as he placed his sword back his side.

"My Prince, Lord Lannister was harassing the princess"

Jason denied his allegations fueling the anger inside him, he stepped forward to make him admit his treasonous act but the hand of the woman behind her was placed on his arm, deterring him. His tense muscles softened at her touch.

Aemond eyes watched the interaction between his sister and uncle, he made a small sound with a click of his tongue as he whispered something to Ser Jason Lannister and the Lord walked away.

Then he turned back to them, looking at his dear sister. "Ser Criston, please escort the princess out of the Godswood."

"Aemond, I wish to stay. Hear me out, Lord Lanniste-"

"Enough. We shall talk later princess, for now I need to have a word with Ser Gwayne" with Aemond's command, Ser Criston walked to the princess and slowly guiding her back inside the castle.

Gwayne and Aemond remained there, the prince walked near at his uncle, his uncle was a great knight, one of his greatest swordman.

"You are a very an honorable knight Ser Gwayne, I would not have to deny that" Aemond murmur to him, looking him from toes to his head. "But it seems like the past moons you are having dereliction with your duties" the prince continued, he might only have one eye, but it does not mean he wasn't able to see the stare of fondness his uncle setting to his sister.

"I am only doing my duty, and it is to protect the princess, my Prince" Gwayne was bravely enough to stare back on the one-eyed prince.

"There is a difference with protecting the princess because of your duty and protecting her out of jealousy" Aemond chuckled, Gwayne was not fazed by his nephew's correct allegations. "I am no fool uncle, I know the little amor you have for the princess" Aemond stepped backward as he turned his back against the Hightower knight and walked away.

~•~•~•~•~•~•~

The last phrases echoed inside Gwayne's head, his mind was preoccupied when he heard a noise inside the princess chamber.

He quickly knocked on her room, waiting for her answer but it remained silent, he tried multiple times still no answer.

"Princess I am going inside" he informed before pushing her wooden door.

He went inside and he saw her sitting on the edge of her bed, her back facing him.

"Princess? Are you alright?" He walked toward her.

He took the sight of her, when he finally saw her whole, her cheeks covered in almost dried tear stains, both of her arms hanging on her sides, it took his attention at the two bottles of wines scattered down her bed and one on her right hand.

Gwayne kneeled in front of her, slowly taking the wine out of her grasp, when he kneeled, he noticed pieces of broken glasses on the floor and small drops of blood, he searched where did it came from, and his eyes dropped on the left arm of the princess.

It was a long slit, probably a wound from the broken bottles of wine, he remained calm despite the urge to be angry at her for being too careless and letting herself get wounded. He scanned her chamber looking for something to aid her injury.

He slowly grabbed the liquor away from her, next he reached for her hand and gently washed it with wet water removing the flowing blood.

The Princess watched his actions, when he slowly held her hand like it was a piece of jewelry that need to be held with care. Her drunk state told her to caress his hair to show him her affection.

She has always admired him, from his physical traits to his inside traits, an honorable man, raised by his mother in Oldtown, an heir to Oldtown. He would be a perfect candidate as her betrothed, perhaps if only their father, the previous King was still alive he would consider Ser Gwayne to be her betrothed.

She looked down on him as he slowly wrapped a clean cloth around her palm, she reached to cup his face, slowly bringing his face close to her. Gwayne was surprised by the princess but also was fast to move away from her. Her heart sank as she felt his skin detached from her hand.

"Princess" his voice warned, the young princess stood up walking closer to him, she again caresses his face, her thumb rubbing his pale skin. With her drunken state she tried reaching for his lips, but the knight looked away, dodging her kiss.

"Ser Gwayne" her voice almost sounded like a plea, Gwayne took all his courage to not smash his lips to her at that moment, she would not need to ask him again, but he knew better than be intimate with the young princess.

"Princess, this is inappropriate" Gwayne managed to protest.

The Targaryen princess did not care, the alcohol she consumed had put enough courage for her to do an act that no proper or modest lady would do.

"Just for tonight please..." she leaned her forehead to his shoulders, her hand rested on his chest.

Gwayne was frozen, saying every curse he knows in his mind, he was no saint, with her pleading voice and desperate request she awoke something inside of him. He bit the inside of his cheeks, his hands gently snakes behind her back not enough for her to notice.

"Please"

Gwayne did not wait for another word, as he tilt her chin up to face him and connected their lips, he knew it was wrong, that if someone had walked in and caught them, he would be exiled, hanged, or beheaded with no trial.

She was a bit surprised not expecting his lips to hers, his tongue devoured her mouth, licking the taste of alcohol in her, she reached for his collar, but Gwayne gently pushed her down back to her mattress.

She studied his face, he was breathing heavily and his face fall down to the ground, Gwayne did not utter any word when he tucked her in thick covers.

"You must retire, princess" he said before turning around.

She was puzzled by his actions, while he was walking to leave her chamber, the princess pulled his white cloak enough to make him turn around, facing the princess.

"Ser Gwayne are you playing jest on me?" She furiously said, she somehow felt like her ego was stepped in. Not because she was rejected, but the mere thought that this knight left her hanging.

"I am clearly aware that you princess is very much familiar with ordinance and oaths that I have took as your sworn protector" Gwayne retorted, he returned his words with fully, like he intends to knock some senses into her wasted state. "I do not intend to break that princess; I am afraid you may have to find a different man or a whore perhaps who can fulfill your desires" he continued.

It was a harsh slap to the princess, with heavy steps she moved away from him. "Would you like me to fetch you a whore that will please you for the night?" She shakes her head.

Gwayne felt the pang of guilt when she raised her face to face him, the watery eyes were obvious to see. "I have no needs for those whores Ser Gwayne" she defined, hating how her voice sounded like it was about to break, it was shameful, she knew that her own sworn protector now see her as an improper desperate lady, who would risk everything just to get a taste of pleasure.

Gwayne nodded in acknowledgment before leaving when the princess spoke again. "I may be drunk but clearly I know what I am doing. I do not kiss just because I am drunk Ser Gwayne it is because I have deep feelings for you" she confessed.

Her head fell down on the cold ground as silence covered them, she was anxiously tugging her dress looking for comfort, but she failed. She knows that maybe inside of him he's already laughing at her little confession, maybe she was truly a Targaryen for having queer customs.

"Princess you are a young lady, you have no idea what you are talking about" he begun not daring to face her. "Whatever it is, please keep it to yourself or forget about it. Because I do not see you nothing more than my duty and a daughter of my Queen sister" he continued as he walked outside the chambers.

She pursed her lips, her eyes remained down before she finally composed herself to go back in her bed. She saw it coming, how fool of her to even try her luck at him. As she lay down Gwayne's words keep repeating inside her head until her mind grew tired and drift off.

That night Gwayne frustratedly punched the wall beside the door outside of her chamber, he was amused to himself that he was able to pull off a such thing, he talks like he did not want her, like he did not dream of having her, he talked like he has no interest in her, but he knew that inside him says otherwise.

That night he had left her chamber, he asked a different knight to guard the door of the princess bedchamber. Gwayne went outside the castle inhaling the air wishing that the fucking wind would relax him.

Gwayne's attention shifted towards the sound of someone approaching, he turned to find the source of sound prompting him to ready his sword. After minutes he finds nothing and left.

On his way back to check the princess his was puzzled as a lot of servants and guards are running through the halls urgently, his worry rise and ran towards the princess room. When he stopped in front of her chamber it was open and she looked inside to see the Dowager Queen with a teary eye watching her youngest daughter as her handmaidens tearing up while changing her already ripped dress.

Alicent eyes darted towards him as well as Cole's, the Commander of Kingsguard immediately gripped his collar dragging him out of the room.

"Where have you been? Why aren't you here when this tragedy happened?" Cole scowl at him, his fingers tightly grip his collar.

"I was gone for an hour, I asked another guard to look after-"

"They beheaded prince Jahaerys in the Queen's chamber, after that they stopped by the princess chamber slitting the throat of the guards that was here and they have harassed the princess, all this because of your insolence" Criston's last words are the only one who hit him.

He abruptly pushed him away trying to see her, but Criston pulled him back "After your negligence I don-"

The Commander dropped on the cold ground from the hard punch from Gwayne, before Criston could even react the knight was already inside the chambers.

Gwayne rush towards her but Alicent was quick to block her way. "Brother" Alicent spoke, when he moved his gaze towards the princess, she was already sleeping.

"The Maesters gave her something that would ease her shaking and led her to sleep." his sister voice was shaking as she explained.

"What did they do to her?"

Alicent can't form any words, how she will be able to repeat the words her daughter told her. "T-They barged here, and she said they touched her in the most inappropriate ways" Gwayne's inside was trembling, but he remained still when Alicent continued.

"The guards was already searching each room after what happened in Helaena's room, it was good thing that the guards looked inside her room before they do anything to her. The boy is dead, his pain has put through its end."

Alicent next words broke out. "B-but what they have done to my girls" she cried out, she covered her mouth to stop from making noises, preventing to wake her daughter.

A tear escaped on Gwayne's eyes as he listens to her words, there was no one to blame other than him, he didn't only forsake his duty but also her safety. In one night, he was able to completely harm her in many different ways.

It took minutes before Alicent calm herself, Cole assisted her back to her room, Gwayne was left there, he remained inside her chamber, it was inappropriate but it did not matter anymore. He watched her sleep, recognizing the familiar kind and sweet face she have, out of all people she did not deserve that, she was nothing but kind to everyone highborn or not.

"What kind of Gods are they to put harm to someone like you" he whispered with a small tear streaming down his face.

What happened to her, stabbed him inside. He wanted to protect her, he wanted to shield her from any harm but at the end he was the one who had forsaken her safety.

~•~•~•~•~

Because of the incident, every kingsguard was questioned by the King Aegon.

"My son is dead! My poor sister was harmed! I shall have those rats head on a spike!" Aegon burst out as he left the council room.

Him along with the Kingsguard remained still when the Dowager Queen spoke, all the other guards shifted their gaze to her sister but his eyes remain on the youngest princess beside her, she was looking down while the Prince Aemond gently talk to her, Gwayne can see the Prince hands covering hers.

"All of you remain to your duties but none of you shall go near to my daughters, I'll have different men guard their room" His reality snapped back at the Dowager Queen's command. "And Ser Gwayne"

His eyes darted towards his sister, waiting for her to finish her words.

"You are dismissed from your duty, you are no longer the Princess sworn protector" her last words before she left the suffocating room.

The room was filled with whispers and silent chatters, thinking that Ser Gwayne would be exempted on the consequences of the accident last night.

"You should be glad, you weren't exile from the position, because of your insolence the princess was harmed" Aemond move to him face to face. "She was supposed to be under your protection and what have you done?"

"You know what's the right punishment for you? I should have both your head and cock in a-"

"Aemond that's enough" the princess rose from her seat, her face expressed nothing but devastation, the old kind and glowing aura now long gone.

"You defend this guy? A man who was responsible for what happened to you?" Aemond's outrage grew more as her voice and words protected him.

"Please, its inelegant to cause a scene in the council room" she rose from her seat and walked towards them, her face that used to be filled with a joyous, harmonious and glowing light is long gone and changed with despair and agony. When she came near them his gaze drifted down on the small gray patch that was hiding under the collar of her dress.

A bruise. A mark that left to remind her about that night.

The princess noticed his attention to her bruise, she swiftly fixed her collar to hide the bruise. "Aemond that is enough please, I would like to rest please..." He noticed Aemond softens at her words when the prince pulled away from him and guide the princess outside the room.

•~•~•~•~•~

A week passes the memory of accident can't seem to be buried from the people inside the Keep's minds, all servants looked after the Queen Helaena and her younger sister more, their guards was replaced by knights of Casterly Rock, the security was more stricter, and it was killing Gwayne, a whole week he wasn't able to see her, he tried to get over it, convincing himself it was for the better but it did not work, Sevens whatever nonsense words he would say to himself it will never work.

The past few weeks people despise him, Aemond hated him rather, would often discreetly throw him vile insults but Gwayne paid no mind, and that's what anger the prince most.

And here they are, standing in front of him. The prince was on the training grounds when the prince Aemond saw him and challenged him for sword sparring.

"I challenge the Dowager Queen's brother"

"The irresponsible knight, Ser Gwayne" Gwayne rolled his eyes at the insult, Aemond was a young man who knows nothing but to throw vile insults thinking it would be the greatest weapon to have.

Criston was the first to spoke. "My prince Ser Gwayne Hightower is your uncle it would be disrespectful to challenge your older uncle-"

Criston explained but looks like the prince has no intention of listening. It was no secret of Gwayne's skills, an expert in sword and combat, he was raised for the specific specialty as an heir and knight he was taught to hold a sword and fight at a very young age, and he excels.

"It's much more disrespectful to neglect a prince offer, doesn't it?" His one eye placed on his.

Gwayne offered a small smile and nod before he bows for respect. "You are truly right my prince, a shame on my part to neglect your generosity, and it would be an honor to-"

"Honor?" Targaryen prince muttered under his breath with a loud scoff. "Honor is the last thing you deserve uncle"

With the prince last words, he draws his sword and begin to attack the Hightower knight. Everyone on the training grounds did not plan or even wish to intervene between the two skilled swordmen, not even Ser Criston Cole. On the upper part of the castle the King Aegon took a sip from his goblet while watching with a smug look on his face, beside him was the Lord of whispers, Ser Larys Strong.

"Look at them fighting over my dear little sister, what a cunt deprive they are." Aegon laughs watching two kin of his dwell.

"I beg your pardon you grace, Prince Aemond?" Larys asked, he did not expect a such thing from the one-eyed prince, to waste his time and defeat his own for a woman.

"Y/N was the only woman he ever loved, our dearest sister who showed her nothing but gentleness" Aegon explained his hand rotates clockwise to stir the wine in goblet. "Did you not notice how he was not fazed by the idea of betrothing Y/N to Oscar Tully, the Lord of one of the most important houses in the realm but rather he was threatened by a simple knight, our uncle to be exact" Aegon laughs loudly, he finds it quite entertaining to see two dumb men kill each other for a cunt.

But on the other hand, Larys seems like not to get his idea. ''What do you try to say, your grace?"

The sound of laughing that covered them disappeared, the King raised an eyebrow at him, but it later turned into a sly smile.

"Aemond knows who his enemies are, but he only attacks the ones he knows he will lose to" he looked back down the grounds, Aemond was behind Gwayne the prince arm wrapped around the knight's neck.

"Because he knows he has no chance of winning over Ser Gwayne" Aegon said and place his goblet, letting out a loud burp.

Back on the ground the guards were growing worried of the two, Gwayne's army tried to intervene but Gwayne command them not to.

"You think just because you are the brother of the previous Queen you have the right put your hands on the princess?" Aemond whispered his grip tightening.

Gwayne knew, the overprotectiveness, the insults Aemond made after the accidents, the small jealousy that would flash on the prince face when she defended him. Those was plainly all because of his romantic feeling for her.

"I am far better than you could ever be Aemond" he replied striking his elbow right to his patched eye, resulting him to fall on the ground. Gwayne was fast to take his sword from the ground and points it towards the prince.

it made everyone gasp, a treasonous act was displayed.

"Perhaps the prince would wish to ask for different opponent next time, someone who has the same level of skills like him" he said before finally throwing the sword and turning his back. His back dropped to the cold ground, and a sharp dagger was pointed at his neck.

"You shall know your place in here......uncle" Aemond remind him.

Looking around he can see the concerned eyes of his men, but neither of the two paid minds. Aemond pushed his dagger furthermore earning a loud groan from the knight beneath him. "No one in this people would dare to question me if I slit your pretty neck-

"Aemond"

All of the attention moved to the princess on the door, behind him was the King Aegon that has a wide annoying smile. Quickly Aemond removed himself above the knight and simply left the training grounds without uttering any words. Before the prince passed her by, she whispered to him.

"What is this about Aemond?" her voice lingered on Aemond's ear.

"You shall not know my dear sister" he only smiled and resume to walk pass her.

The youngest princess sighed out her frustration, oh she knew, she has always known. He did not perfectly hide it. Her gaze moved towards the knights that was helping Gwayne to stand up, the bruises was starting to swell as well as her worries for her.

"Bring Ser Gwayne in my chambers now" she commanded before leaving the grounds.

Her heart was beating fast as she reached the hospital wing of the castle and gathered the things and medicines she will need. She was worried and guilty she knew the exact reason why Aemond did that, she knew her mother will be vexed if someone told her what she just commanded those people earlier. No one was supposed to go near her other than her brothers, sister and mother.

When she opened her chambers, Gwayne was sitting on the chaste his armor is still on, her hands were shaking as she placed the medicines on the top of her drawer. After that night she don't know how she will be able to face him again.

"Princess the Queen would not be pleased to know that you invited me in your chamber without anyone to chaperone"

She exhales and pretend like she did not hear him. "Remove your armor and lay down the chaste."

"But princess-"

"I will not repeat myself again"

Gwayne pressed his lips together and diligently nod and did what he was told to. He was having a hard time removing the damn armors around him, his body was still sore from what all the prince did to him earlier.

The princess immediately moved towards him and helped him with removing his armors, it stunned the knight at the sudden proximity. For a moment he was breathless with her closeness to him, her hands slowly put down the heavy plates and armors around him and Gwayne was finally relieved from his armor she moved back to take a cotton with a medicine to heal his cuts.

Gwayne sat still on her chaste, she sat beside him to tend his wounds, the first tap earns a groan from him, she whispered him to calm down.

How can he? when she was that close and beautiful

But after few minutes they both grew comfortable with each one's presence, Gwayne's body was leaned against the chaste while she was tapping a medicine in the long slit Aemond made on his neck.

She wanted to cry at that moment, she wanted to talk to him about that night even though he made it clear.

"I apologize for what Aemond did, he can be very impulsive sometimes" she managed to start a conversation with her hoping that he would reply.

"He loves you" Gwayne stated, it was hard to let out those words because he did not want to acknowledge someone's romantic feelings for her, but other than that he was scared that you might feel the same towards Aemond.

"I do not wish to talk about that, Aemond is nothing but a brother to me and it will always remain that way" she explained her eyes fixated on his neck, everything about him was gorgeous.

"I apologize for that night princess, I was supposed to be there, to protect you" his words made her froze.

Once again, she was reminded by the horrible night that happened to her, she composed herself as she gathered all the used cottons, the memory of the incident still lingers inside her head, she intends to forget about those as much as she can.

Gwayne noticed her abrupt movements, when she stood up to move away Gwayne had caught her arms pulling her back down on the chaste, his arms snakes behind her and pushed her body close to him. Their closeness did not help the longingness their trying to suppress.

"Please know, I cry out for you, the one thing I can't have" Gwayne spoke as he gently tucks some of her hair strands behind her ear.

"Please do not play with my feelings by doing this you only make-" she was cut off when he seal her into a kiss.

She can feel her muscles relax above him, her hands automatically landing on his chest while she tried to deepen the kiss. She was drowning at their kiss. Meanwhile, Gwayne carefully guided her body above him, his hand behind her waist while the other one was placed on her face.

The two separated to catch their breaths, Gwayne moved his forehead towards her. "Forgive me, my love" his voice was regretful.

"Every night my love, I did nothing but pray to the Gods for their forgiveness and yours, every night I wished to be on your side and comfort you, every night I think of no one but you. Forgive me princess for being a coward daft" he pleaded; his fingers intertwined with her as he brushes his lips to her hand.

"Gwayne that night when they were...." she could not bring to mention the words of what happened to her. "In my mind I was shouting your name hoping you would hear me and save me, I prayed to the Gods to bring you and save me from that horrid situation" her lips formed a smile

A bitter smile with her watery eyes was displayed infront of him. And it shattered him.

"But you shall not to blame yourself" her voice became hopeful, her eyes settled above his blue ones. "I would not be please to burden yourself with guilt"

"i tried to resist my feelings for you, you know" he chuckles. Their body wrapped around each other, "but I was only fooling myself, telling myself that I wasn't devastated by the news of your betrothal with Lord Tully, or whenever prince Aemond was all over you. I had to convince and to repeat to myself that I was in no position to feel that way"

"My betrothal to Oscar Tully is now gone, you have nothing to worry" she explained and sat up beside him.

Gwayne only nodded as he brings his lips to her knuckles "I don't care if it's to happen or not, no matter what will happen I will forever fight for your hand, no matter what consequences I will face"

"Gwayne if you wish we can keep this as a secret"

"I do not wish nor intend to darling" he cupped her cheeks and pulled him into another kiss.

This time he will do everything to have her, he will not leave Kings Landing without her by his side.

His lips move down to her collarbone, his finger moved the fabric that was covering the bruise, the princess tried to hide it, but he stopped her. He pressed his lips on the top of the bruise lightly not wanting to hurt her, if only his lips could remove these horrid marks and replace it with his own, he would gladly do it.

He switched positions with hers, now she was beneath him.

"You must rest, your wounds and bruises are not healed" the princess smiled and stood up, she led him towards her bed.

Tiredness covers the two as they both lay on the bed, when Gwayne opened his eyes, it was almost night he removed himself from her bed and starts wearing his armor again, he has to talk to her sister and start explaining everything, he placed a kiss right on top of her head before exiting her room.

A soon as he closed the door of her chamber, the familiar dagger was settled once again on his neck.

"Does the bruises of my punches not enough or maybe I shall fully-"

Aemond wasn't able to finish his sentence when Gwayne was fast to get the dagger out from his grasp, and quickly moved on Aemond's back, his arm wrapped around the prince neck while his other arm swiftly placed on the top of his other eye.

"I have been patient with you boy" Gwayne spoke, the tip of the dagger moved closer to the prince eye. "But I must tell you that everyone has their limits"

He let go of the prince, gasping for air before Aemond scowled "Do you think the King and your Queen sister would approve of this? no, you will be exiled not only from here but from your position or even worse you'll end up beheaded"

Gwayne showed no hint of fear, "You are right, there's uncertainty of what I am about to do, my life, position and honor will be put in risk because of my actions, but if there is something I cannot risk is my love for the princess."

He had come to the point where he was desperate to be with her.

"I can and I will risk everything just to have her, even if the only chance is impossible, for her I would gladly risk it, my prince"

Gwayne always knew the importance of honor, being the heir of the King's Hand, his father didn't miss any day of reminding him about it, and growing up his principle was just like his father's. But now he was ready to bend everything for her no matter at what cost.

"Prince Aemond you have no idea how far I will go just to prove my love her, you don't know the things I'm willing to do for her."

Gwayne stated before finally walked past the one-eyed prince all confound.

A/N: hello doves i am truly sorry for the long and slow updates, life's been quite busy, had a lot of things going on but anyways please know that i am slowly working on your requests.

[holycrimin]

In honor of me getting my first ever TMNT Comic,

here's Leo with a crush who gets overly excited when gifted something they're obsessed/hyperfixated with (cough definitely not me cough)

while I did buy the comic for myself (it was an Eastman and Laird's TMNT adventure special) I wanted to explore this more because my brain is way too active and i need an outlet lol

pls dont blame me if its a little ooc, im trying my best and this is impulsive T0T

note: Reader uses they/them, Leo is a massive dork, semi proofread

2012!Leo x Expressive!Reader

Saw something he thought you'd like while on patrol,

"Hey guys, you think they'll like this?" He looks throught the window.

They snicker and shit on him (lovingly in a sibling way)

Whether it was a poster or figurine or comic, he's getting that baby just for you

Obviously he'd get it by paying because stealing would be wrong.

And by paying he means snatching it in the middle of the night and leaving a twenty with an apology note

Because that's what heroes do

anyway

Hops up to your apartment,

(with his brothers watching from the shadows because they absolutely cannot resist a good show. yes, even Donnie; like a true hypocrite)

He makes sure that neither your parents are there with you and he knocks on the window

You, with your ultra smart brain, immediately knew it was him because it was either that or a murderer that climbed up to specifically your window to murder you

which was unlikely, but hey, so was being friends with a giant turtle

You open your window and are immediately greeted with a shiny (not-so-brand new) comic/poster/figurine of the thing you talked about nonstop for weeks. maybe months. actually now that you think about it it mightve been year—

"Hey."

"Wh-"

"No way. NO WAY." You take it out of his hands (gently) and look at it in awe, before looking up at him with a dazzled expression

(If you squinted you could see sparkles coming off of you)

"What- Where- Dude. Where'd you even find this?!" A wide grin on your face as you look at him.

"Oh y'know.. Patrol and fighting bad guys, awesome stuff. Uh, then, y'know.. I found some merch that I thought you'd like."

"Dude he's seriously blowing this." one of the guys (mikey) whisper. "Yeah, he's worse than Donnie." he says, earning a 'Hey!' from Donnie.

Leo glares at them for a second before turning his attention back to you.

You let out a giddy giggle, "ahh! dude!"

"Dude." You set it down gently and put both of your hands on his shoulders. "I. Love you. So much. You know that?"

He blushes a little, "Well, I mean, it's not really a big de-"

"Not a big deal?! DUDDEE I LOVE IT SO MUCH. Is this a marriage proposal?" You say, shaking him a little.

"Wh- um.. What?" Leo lets out a weak chuckle, he feels his face heating up. "Because I accept. Let's get married, I love you so much. Oh my god, you have no idea-"

Ohhh god.

Yeah, that does it.

Well, even more than it already has.

"Whahahaha... Okay, uh, You don't really mean that, do y-" Oh.

"..Oh, sorry, is that too far? I mean, I do it with my other friends, but I'm not sure- Leo?" Yeah, no this is going to kill him. Kinda pathetic, huh? That a kiss on the cheek could send him spiraling just like that.

"Ah.. hahahah! Okay cool, haha.. uh, bye! I'll ah.. see you tomorrow? yep. Yeah. Okay, bye!"

He runs off.

Aw crap.

Did you do something wrong? God, you hope not. Maybe you should tone it down next time.

"Smooth moves brother, really got them falling for you."

"Shut up."

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Total writing time: idk like 15-20 mins?

Any fellow fic writers feel free to take inspo or even write a direct sequel to this, I just really like this idea and would absolutely love to read more abt it lol

[mytheoristavenue]

How They Make Up For Working on Your Anniversary

In honor of both my boyfriend and I having to work our six year anniversary, I thought I'd give yall some mini HCs!

Summary: Unfortunately, even though they took the day off, your lover gets called in to work on your anniversary due to a serious villain attack!

Warnings: Pretty much all fluff, microscopic angst, very short, not proofread

💗 Tries to finish their duties as quickly as possible, and makes sure everyone, especially the villain, know that they're none too happy to have their special day with you interrupted.

Katsuki Bakugo, Tetsutestu Tetsutestu, Shota Aizawa, Shihai Kuroiro, Togaru Kamakiri, Tenya Iida, Nieto Monoma

💗 Apologizes a trillion times before they leave, over text, and after getting home. They feel just awful!

Izuku Midoryia, Ochako Uraraka, Koji Koda, Juzo Honenuki, Nirengeki Shoda, Kojiro Bondo, Tamaki Amajiki, Kinoko Kimori, Nejire Hado, Ibara Shiozaki, Rikido Sato, Toru Hagakure

💗 Locks in to finish quickly but efficiently, eager to get home to you, but doesn't go out of their way to make it everyone else's problem.

Tsuyu Asui, Mezo Shoji, Hiryu Rin, Reiko Yanagi, Manga Kukidashi, Fumikage Tokoyami, Mashirao Ojiro, Togota Mirio, Momo Yoayorozu, Eijiro Kirishima, Yuga Aoyama, Itsuka Kendo, Sen Kaibara

💗 Has a slight attitude arriving on the scene but is only focused on making a plan of how to end this quickly and make it up to you.

Hanta Sero, Shoto Todoroki, Denki Kaminari, Mina Ashido, Pony Tsunotori, Kosei Tsubraba, Minoru Mineta, Setsuna Tokage, Jurota Shishida, Kyoka Jiro, Yui Kodai, Yosetsu Awase

💗 Stops at your favorite restaurant or bakery to pick up your favorite treat on the way home.

Kosei Tsubraba, Kyoka Jiro, Yui Kodai, Yosetsu Awase, Manga Kukidashi, Minoru Mineta, Togota Mirio, Momo Yoayorozu, Nejire Hado, Ibara Shiozaki, Toru Hagakure, Tetsutestu Tetsutestu, Tenya Iida, Nieto Monoma

💗 Stops at a gift shop and picks up a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a stuffy that reminds you of them.

Denki Kaminari, Mina Ashido, Pony Tsunotori, Setsuna Tokage, Jurota Shishida, Tsuyu Asui, Mezo Shoji, Hiryu Rin, Reiko Yanagi, Fumikage Tokoyami, Mashirao Ojiro, Eijiro Kirishima, Koji Koda,

💗 Stops at the grocery store and picks up ingredients for a lovely meal or dessert so they can cook for you when they get home.

Hanta Sero, Shoto Todoroki, Yuga Aoyama, Itsuka Kendo, Sen Kaibara, Izuku Midoryia, Ochako Uraraka, Juzo Honenuki, Nirengeki Shoda, Kojiro Bondo, Tamaki Amajiki, Kinoko Kimori, Rikido Sato, Katsuki Bakugo, Shota Aizawa, Shihai Kuroiro, Togaru Kamakiri

Sorry this is so short, I'm in my feels today!

[cougheemedicine]

Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

Jing Yuan x GN!Reader

Word count: 2463

Warnings: Nudity, suggestive but nothing explicit (they bathe together), drinking (drink responsively kids), no beta we just die, the impending wrath of Fu Xuan, ooc? I've never written him before, I think that's it?

Content: Fluff, some angst right at the end but all is resolved, established relationship, Reader is a long-living species, Reader is shorter than Jing Yuan, other characters mentioned, they're whipped your honor

Summary: Due to your position in the Xianzhou Luofu's sky-faring commission, you are rarely home. Often gone for months at a time. Your dear husband never copes well with your time apart. He always makes sure to make up for lost time.

˜”*°•.•°*”˜

   The ground under your feet slipped away before you knew it. So this is how it ends, this is how you die. Not the worst death one could have, you supposed.

       “General-“ A dying wheeze escapes you, “General, I can’t breathe.”

       Met only with a huff that sounded more annoyed than agreeing, the crushing weight on your ribcage lessens. If only slightly. Not enough for your feet to touch the ground, but enough for you to wiggle your arms out from where they were pinned to your sides, wrapping them around your husband’s shoulders.

       “I’ve missed you,” Low and hoarse, the deep baritone of Jing Yuan’s voice sends a shiver down your spine. You sigh, relenting to your husband’s affections. It had been months since you’d seen each other last. As the fleet-master of the Luofu’s sky-faring commission, one of your most important duties was to craft interstellar maps for all of the Luofu to use. The only way to do that was to go on the missions yourself, which could last between six to nine months.

       For the long-living Xhianzhou natives, nine months passed in the blink of an eye. For your beloved, equally as long-living husband? Nine months was torturous. The man laid his head on your shoulder, inhaling deeply. You debated on whether you should drag him back to work to avoid the wrath of Lady Fu Xuan on your doorstep in an hour’s time, or repent and simply bask in the presence of your man. Who was real and tangible, embracing you instead of hushed words through a disembodied voice on the other side of your phone, or a pixelated figure sitting bored at a meeting you had to attend via a live hologram.

       As his hand slowly rubbed up and down your back, his other hand supporting you while you still dangled in the air. You found the decision easy to make. You craned your head, pressing your lips to his hairline, right above his ear. “I’ve missed you too, my love,”

       But, there was one thing amiss. Even as you felt Jing Yuan smile against the fabric of your shirt. You could also feel the eyes on your back. Both of your crew, and of Luofu citizens. None of the gazes malicious, just a bit invasive. You could also hear the whispers. The giggling and gossiping.

‘The general’s gone soft,’

’Aw, how sweet!’

’How adorable…’

       “People are watching, general,” You spoke up, raising a hand to run through the hair that escaped his ponytail, tightening your hold on the back of his neck to keep yourself up. Jing Yuan sighed contently, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “Let them,”

       “General, I’d like to bathe, and get out of this armor,” You tugged lightly at his hair, pulling his head from your shoulder so you could look him in the eyes. Any normal person would’ve seen no difference in Jing Yuan’s face, but you were far from normal. After centuries of marriage, you could tell. The curve of his brow, and the pull of his frown. “Stop pouting, general,”

       He rolled his eyes, but smiled nonetheless. That tired, easy smile of his. He set you back on the ground, arms wrapped loosely around your waist. “Stop calling me general, then I’ll let you go,”

       Despite his words, he still let you go. Stepping to your right and linking his arm with yours. You shared a smile as you walked, leaving the port. “Whatever you say, Jing Yuan.”

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        The sound that leaves your mouth as you sink into the steaming bath water would make even the most stone-faced of war veterans blush. You were never more grateful for the sheer lavishness of the general's residence than when you just return from a mission. The bath of the general's home was better described as a pool. Set in the tile floor, and large enough to fit ten people. The large window on the far wall overlooked the Luofu, saying the whole experience was lavish would be an understatement.

        The feel of tar running in your veins instead of blood finally subsiding as the salts and oils in the water sunk into your skin. You rest your arms on the edge of the bath, letting your head lull onto the tile behind you. You don't focus much on anything, eyes scanning the traditional Xianzhou architecture of the bathroom, and letting your limbs, heavy with fatigue, float weightless in the water.

        "Enjoying yourself, dear?"  Jing Yuan's voice brings you back from your trance, eyes bleary as his feet come into view. You slowly lift your gaze, shamelessly eyeing your husband in a thin robe that was far from befitting a general. He's holding a small, porcelain cup in each hand, intricately decorated, with a bottle of wine under his arm. Oh, how you've missed this. "Very much. Even more so now,"

        "I heard from your co-pilot that you had trouble with some rogue asteroids on your way back to the Luofu," He hums as he sets down the cups and bottle a small ways away from your head, settling behind you with a washcloth.

        You groan "Ugh, I don't want to talk about it. If it weren't for my navigators we wouldn't of been able to come back unscathed,"

        Jing Yuan coaxes you to lean forward, and you let out a rather undignified yelp when the cold soap on the washcloth touches your back. Jing Yuan laughs. you flick water at him.

        "I commend your navigator's skills. They seem very talented," Jing Yuan lathers the soap as he speaks, taking the washcloth across your shoulders and down your back. He then gently takes your right hand, running the washcloth down the length of your arm.

        "Of course they are, I taught them." Jest laces your tone, even as you submerge yourself to the neck to rid yourself of the suds. As you finish, you lay your head on Jing Yuan's crossed legs. Jing Yuan smiles softly, emotion swirling in the single eye you could see. He leans down, pressing his lips to yours. When he pulls back, the washcloth long forgotten, he runs his thumb across your cheekbone, then down the bridge of your nose, and over the curve of your lips. You've long since closed your eyes, a smile pulling at your lips. "Join me?"

        Jing Yuan is silent for a beat, and you lift your head once more. "Your wish is my command."

        Jing Yuan stands, and you watch him walk to the stool you had set your own robe on. You watch him fiddle with the knot at his hip, then slowly shrug off one side of the robe, then the other. Making sure to stretch his arms above his head, allowing you the pleasure of seeing the entire expanse of his back and arms. You can sense the smile playing on his lips, and you know he can sense your staring. He's teasing you. You avert your eyes the moment his robe drops to the floor. 

       You feel him slip into the water beside you, letting out a groan very much like the one you had earlier. He smiles at you, his hand creeping up to the side of your head, guiding it down to rest on his shoulder. The two of you sit in silence a while, simply enjoying each other's presence. Months ago, silence meant sitting alone, in the cramped captain's quarters of your starskiff, charting maps and scribbling reports to send back home. Silence meant nights that seemed endless, hunched over your work, and being far, far away from home. Silence that was so loud you had wished so very hard for moments like this to happen more often. 

        Jing Yuan shifts under your head, offering you one of the cups he had brought in. Wordlessly, you take it, allowing him to pour the wine into your cup, then into his own. "Tell me," You pipe up, swirling the cup under your nose. The scent was light, you watch as he takes a sip "When was the last time we've shared a bottle like this?"

        "I can't say I recall. You're very cruel you know, keeping me waiting so long to repeat moments like this," Jing Yuan downs the rest of the contents of his cup, resuming his previous position at your side. "Fleet Master." 

        "Excuse you, we were right on schedule. Even after the whole event with the asteroids," You grin, playing with the fingers on Jing Yuan's free hand. "General-"

        Jing Yuan surges forward, before you even have half a mind to process, slotting his lips against yours. You hum, his lips taste of wine, and the scent of his shampoo roles off him in waves. One arm slung lazily around your back, the other keeping his cup above the water, he parts from your lips with a gasp, dipping his head to pepper kisses down your jaw and neck. You manage to suck in a breath right as he lifts his head again, mashing your lips together clumsily. Desperately. If you didn't know your husband better, you'd think him drunk. With how careless he was being. The sound of his porcelain cup clattering onto the tile beside you ringing sharp in your ear only proving your thoughts.

        His grip on you tightens, bringing his other hand up to push you even closer together, you throw your arms around his neck to stable yourself. You can feel every dip and contour of his body against yours, the callouses on his hand sliding up your back to between your shoulder blades as he brings you oh so much closer, his loose hair tickling your face when he hunches forward. Kissing you even harder.

        You're the one to pull away. Or perhaps it was him? You don't really have it in you to care.

        The both of you are panting like dogs. You let your arms around his neck go slack, and his hands drop from your back to your hips.

        It's silent again, only your breathing filling the room. Without really thinking, you raise a hand, cupping your husband's cheek. Immediately he leans into your touch, covering your hand with his own and pressing a flurry of kisses to your palm. His face is flushed, pink from his cheeks to his ears, and his lips bruised. Truly a sight for your sore eyes.

        You peck Jing Yuan's cheek, the one you aren't holding, laughing quietly against his skin. He joins you, a deep chuckle that always brought a pleasant warmth to your chest. It was rare for Jing Yuan to laugh to heartily, even rarer for you to even be present to hear it. You don't think you'll ever tire of the sound. He presses his lips to your temple. "I think we better leave before we become prunes,"

        "Always so wise, my dear,"

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       “Jing Yuan, I can’t walk with you both leaning on me,” You whine. Jing Yuan groans, leaning more of his weight onto you. His grip on the front of your night shirt tightens, wrinkling the light fabric as Mimi curls around your legs, head butting your thigh. A chuffing sound leaves the lion, as if she were laughing at you. Jing Yuan rests his chin on your shoulder, cheeks still pink from the heat of the bath.

        “Don’t be mean, she’s missed you,” He lightens his iron grip on you, running a hand through the fur on Mimi's back. You smell opportunity. You worm your way out of your husband's arms, as warm and comfortable as they are, you still need to walk. Narrowly dodging his hand, fully intent on tugging you right back, you stride on down the corridor. You needn't look back to see Jing Yuan huff and cross his arms, dragging his feet as he follows you.

        The moment you close the sliding door to your shared chambers, you're shoved onto the unnecessarily large bed. Jing Yuan crawls over you as you shuffle up to the pillows. He straddles you, a leg on each side of your torso, keeping you down with a hand on your shoulder. As you settle your hands on his hips, you feel the bed dip once more. From around Jing Yuan, you watch as Mimi sprawls out over the entire foot of the bed. A hand on your chin guides your eyes back to your husband's face. He leans down, kissing you gently. Your hands travel, from his hips to his waist, then up his chest and over his shoulders. You settle your hands in his hair, running your nails over his scalp. Sliding a hand down his nape to his shoulders, you gently push him down, letting him put all his weight on you.

        "This isn't uncomfortable, is it?" Jing Yuan lowly asks, barely above a whisper. He's already shifting his legs, leaving only his chest resting on yours. Always attentive, your Jing Yuan.

        "No love, it's perfectly fine," You sigh, continuing to card your fingers through his hair.

        Jing Yuan hums, pecking your forehead then the tip of your nose. He lowers himself till his head is cushioned by your chest, pressing another kiss to your collar bone before settling down right above your heart, curling his arms around your ribs.

        Mimi huffs, and you hear her breathing become slow. You've certainly missed this. You can feel Mimi's tail sway against your calf in her sleep, and Jing Yuan tightens his grip around you, you can feel his every breath against the thin fabric of your shirt. You continue scratching at his scalp. "Jing Yuan?"

        You hear him mumble something, he throws a leg over yours.

        "I'm sorry I'm away so often," It stings. Whenever you leave. The silent nights holed away in your office, or piloting your vessel. The homesickness eating at you the minute you leave port. Sometimes you can't help but think that having someone so dear be so far away takes a toll that isn't worth the pay off.

        "Distance makes the heart grow fonder, my love," Jing Yuan replies, muffled by the fabric of your shirt, and slurred by exhaustion.

        On second thought. Maybe having someone tying you to your home was a good thing. Who knows if you'd ever return from the stars if someone wasn't waiting at home. Speaking of home...

        "Jing Yuan, how did you convince Qingzu and Lady Fu to leave you be for so long?"

        The man stiffens in your hold.

        "Jing Yuan!"

˜”*°•.•°*”˜

work belongs to @cougheemedicine, all forms of plagiarism, modifying, translating, reposting are not allowed.

[littledovesnow]

the sound of snow

request: coriolanus with a girlfriend (wife in this case) who has hearing damange from the war

word count: 2.2k

content warnings: coriolanus being kinda awful in his speech but it's canon sooo, lucky flickerman trying to make a joke (spoiler: it doesn't land well), i think that's it?

a/n: ok i am not d/Deaf/HoH but i do have friends and former classmates who are, and i've done research before writing this. please correct me if i am wrong about anything. i left some things vague (such as hearing loss level), but overall i think it's decent?

also italics are when there's sign language being used :)

also also i had like three title ideas for this but i feel like they're all so bad but i liked this one the best

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Coriolanus had first met you back when you were both still wet behind the ears, unsure of how to navigate life after the Dark Days. His family had taken a direct hit when District 13 was no longer, his family’s fortune plundering into the depth unknown. Your family, however, had to face a different setback: a few rather close bomb blasts had stolen a majority of your hearing.

Coming from an affluent family, you were able to afford a private tutor growing up, teaching you and your family sign language, though as you grew old enough you were fit for a hearing aid in the left ear—the only one with enough hearing left to make it worthwhile.

All the while, you and Coriolanus never turned your backs on each other, choosing to let each other in on your trials and tribulations, knowing secrets were safe between the two of you. He had thus learned sign language from being in your home so often, Tigris and the Grandma’am having picked up on some of the more common phrases.

When you were both of age to begin at the Academy, your father fought tooth and nail with the Dean to ensure you were well-equipped with an interpreter when necessary, though you often went without one as you grew tiresome of the stares from your classmates.

During the 10th Annual Hunger Games, you say alongside Coriolanus as you two watched the tributes battle for victory, both celebrating when Lucy Gray was crowned the victor, both unaware of what fate waited your boyfriend the following day.

His stint in District 12 was something you two rarely spoke on, choosing to forget those few disastrous months while you were separated, you back in the Capitol studying at University while Coriolanus learned the hard way what it meant to be a Peacekeeper, to learn what it feels like to betray a friend, to learn what true power felt like.

Dr. Gaul had spoken to you prior to calling Coriolanus back to the Capitol, wanting your input if he would be a considerable candidate for her Gamemaker Apprenticeship, to which you informed her it was one of the biggest honors he would have wished for. Thus, Coriolanus was recalled back to the Capitol, back to you, where he stood alongside Dr. Gaul to prepare for years of Hunger Games, eventually landing as a true Gamemaker as Dr. Gaul began to take steps back in preparation for her retirement.

One day, however, Coriolanus had told her he was interested in becoming Panem’s next president, with Felix Ravinstill gone and no other heirs of the title, an election would take place. It was no surprise to the Head Gamemaker when the blonde brought the idea up, having seen him yearn and hunger for the coveted presidential position since he was fresh out of the Academy.

It came as no shock when he was announced at the Panem’s next president, you alongside of him as the First Lady. The country never knew what would become of the young couple, stars and revenge in their eyes.

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Coriolanus knew where he could find you once he returned from the Citadel, having met with Dr. Gaul for the upcoming 25th Hunger Games. He wanted them to be more of a spectacle than usual, to commemorate the quarter century since the end of the war.

He ignored the Avox who had opened the door to the private wing of the mansion, ignored the Avox who had his usual glass of whiskey waiting on a silver platter.

Opening the door to the greenhouse, Coriolanus’ eyes lit up as he saw you carefully pruning the rose bush planted in memorial of the Grandma’am. “Love?”

You looked up, and Coriolanus smiled when he realized your hearing aid was still in. You usually chose not to wear it while at home, preferring the comfortable silence from time to time.

“How was your day?” He asked, helping you untie the gardening smock you wore to protect the clothing underneath.

“It was fine, uneventful.” You replied, looking at the garden around the two of you. “How was Volumnia?”

Coriolanus was still gobsmacked that Dr. Gaul allowed his wife to call her by her first name, only a select few Capitol citizens were granted that honor, though he was one of them.

“She misses you, asked that you stop by sometime for lunch.” Coriolanus mused, plucking a rose out of the bunch in the vase. “Maybe you can help her come up with some new strategies for The Games, she loved your idea of stocking some food in the middle.”

You felt your cheeks heat up, not expecting the silly idea of arming the tributes with food to be such a hit in the Captiol. Betting had been at an all-time high for the tributes who had been able to get their hands on the stale, tasteless protein bars.

“I’ll see if she’s available on Thursday.” You knew the mad scientist would make room any day to meet with you. She had a soft spot for you, no one was quite sure why.

“You can ask her this evening, since we have that awful gala to start preparing for The Games.”

You looked at your husband, clearly forgetting about the gala. “I forgot that was tonight. I wouldn’t have pruned the roses if I had known.”

Coriolanus, who was cold-hearted and strict in public, simply waved off the nonissue. “You wore gloves, a smock, you look as beautiful as ever.”

You pressed your lips to his, disappearing to the bathroom for a shower prior to getting ready.

-----

 Attending Capitol galas and evening events as First Lady of Panem was something you weren’t sure you would ever get used to. Cameras flashing, various news outlets trying to get a snippet of you and Coriolanus talking, microphones in your faces.

Not that they would get anything, as Coriolanus was only going to give hints at his next political plans, life events, anything really, to Lucky Flickerman, who he had become rather close with following his mentorship in the Academy.

“D’you want anything to drink?” Coriolanus asked, lips brushing on the shell of your left ear.

Nodding, you two moved over to the bar for a couple glasses of posca before starting the endless circle of meeting politicians, thanking Capitol elites for their support, and the nagging question of when you two would start a family.

You had eventually been able to break free from the conversation you and Coriolanus were stuck in when Lucky Flickerman himself took the spot in behind the podium, preparing to start the night’s speeches.

Taking your seats, you felt Coriolanus place his arm on the back of your chair, hand brushing up and down the back your right bicep, goosebumps breaking out in the area.

As Lucky began his speech, you moved closer to your husband, whispering in his ear, “I can’t understand what he’s saying.”

Coriolanus looked back at you, noticing the missing hearing aid, eyebrow raised.

“I forgot to put it back in after my shower.”

Without missing a beat, Coriolanus shifted in his seat and began to interpret the speeches for you, ignoring the not-so-subtle looks you two were getting, mainly from newer guests who weren’t used to seeing the president use sign language.

At the conclusion of Lucky’s speech, a Capitol employee scuttled over to the First Couple.

“President Snow, we can have an Avox translate if you’d like.”

Frowning, Coriolanus shook his head. “That’s alright, I can interpret for my wife.”

The employee didn’t seem to expect that response, simply blinking at the couple.

“Is that a problem?” Coriolanus asked, ignoring your hand on his knee.

“N-no, not at all. I just- you’re expected to make a speech tonight, too.” The employee tried to backpedal, not wanting to ruin his career tonight.

You chose this moment to speak up, not wanting Coriolanus to overreact. “It’s fine, Coryo’s quite apt at making sure I know what’s going on. Why don’t you be a dear and get me a glass of wine?”

The employee was quick to leave the conversation, and Coriolanus looked at you. “You’re too kind to them.”

Shrugging, you took the full glass without so much as a glance in the employee’s direction. “Someone has to be.”

Coriolanus let out an airy laugh as he stood up, dusting off some nonexistent crumbs from his burgundy suit. He squeezed your arm before departing from your side, taking his place where Lucky Flickerman had left open, the weatherman-turned-host made sure to give his hand a shake as they exchanged pleasantries.

 Giving everyone a moment to settle down, Coriolanus cleared his throat before beginning, shocking nearly everyone in the room as he used both his voice and hands to conduct the speech.

“The Twenty-Fifth Hunger Games are right around the corner, so I thought I would give you all a twist I’m putting into the Reaping ceremony this year, and potentially the following Reapings. Dr. Gaul and I have had numerous discussions about how tributes are elected, and from prior games being rigged, we have initiated a couple updates to the ceremony and process.”

You were curious of the updates Coriolanus was talking about, unaware he was still dipping his toes into Gamemaking.

“Rather than each District’s mayor or elected spokesperson calling the names, we will have someone from the Capitol pull names. It will eliminate the possibility for rigging the tributes. In addition, who really wants to watch groups of children kill each other? With Reaping eligibility starting at age twelve, the Gamemakers and I have decided to increase the number of entries one gets as they age. When they reach the age of eighteen, each possible tribute will be entered into the Reaping six times.”

You weren’t able to hear everyone’s whispers, but you could see them looking at each other, taking in the news.

Coriolanus concluded his speech by introducing Dr. Gaul’s assistant, as the Head Gamemaker had something come up rendering her unable to attend the gala.

When he returned to your side, you looked him up and down. “Some updates, huh? Whose idea were they?”

Coriolanus had a smirk on his face, simply bringing his glass of posca to his lips.

-----

After all of the speeches were finished, some music began to play, letting the now tipsy and drunk Capitol elite take the dancefloor with eager steps.

Lucky Flickerman meandered over to where you and Coriolanus were still seated, discussing what Tigris deserved for her upcoming birthday.

“Not going to share a dance tonight?” He asked, looking between the two of you.

“Oh, Lucky, you should now, we don’t really dance. Only for the most special of occasions.” Coriolanus smiled, twisting the wedding band around his finger.

You wore a matching smile, though your reply wasn’t quite what Lucky expected. “And besides, Lucky, I’m not the best dancer if I can’t hear the music. You should have seen the first time we tried to dance together in the Academy.”  

The mustached man opened his mouth like he was going to reply, but nothing came out except for a chuckle.

Coriolanus hid his smile behind the glass of water he had switched to, not able to tolerate the posca and wine like he had before.

It was one of his favorite moments after you two had officially started dating. The Academy had their annual prom, though it tended to be more of a fashion show than dance, as many students arrived in extravagant outfits that were ill-suited for dancing.

You had been in a sparking silver dress, heels a gift from your mother, red-tinted lips dropping when Coriolanus asked you to dance with him.

It had been enough missteps to last a lifetime, but the two of you took it in stride, promising each other to get a proper dance instructor before your first dance at the wedding years later.

“I do hate to break up the fond memory, honey, but we should be heading out.”

Coriolanus downed the rest of his water before standing, lending you his arm as you two bid goodnight to your friends and Coriolanus’ closest colleagues, before disappearing from the gala.

-----

You walked out of the bathroom from taking your makeup off to see Coriolanus sitting on the bed, sheets pulled back for your arrival.

“Who are you thinking will be the Capitol’s representative for the Reaping?” You asked, mind still going back to the Reaping updates.

Coriolanus closed the book he was reading, eyes looking you up and down as you climbed into the bed. “I don’t know yet. Why, do you have anyone in mind?”

You shrugged, pulling the sheets up to your chest, yawn escaping your lips. “No one in particular, but I’m sure I could come up with some names.”

Coriolanus laughed, setting his book on the nightstand next to him. “We can talk about it when you’re not going to fall asleep in mere minutes. Goodnight, love.”

“Mm, ‘night, Coryo.” You whispered, letting Coriolanus’ soft breathing and the distant sounds of sirens lull you to sleep.

-----

a/n: hey was this good should i do more in this universe let me know

[mraprilfools]

Sometimes I like to think of the possibility that past Vox would have been too soft for Alastor to see him as anymore than a fun little apprentice to keep around. But after 7 years hardened Vox into the cold hearted villian he is now, he'd hate the fact he's now attracted to his sworn enemy who can mercilessly enjoy killing people. Or making them kill themselves in horrible ways!

He daydreams about going on murder sprees together. Enough about artist rambles

[reallyromealone]

Ganon omegaverse 2 baybee

Fluff, male reader, omegaverse, made up Hyrule lore, mentions of the Oracle's as I have been playing seasons and ages again as they're the best Zelda games fight me

🔺🔻🔺🔻🔻🔺🔻🔺🔻🔺🔻🔺🔻🔺🔻🔺🔻🔺🔻

(name) was in awe as he looked at gerudo valley, the endless sand dunes and the hot sun as they took a break at the Kara Kara Bazaar "we prepared clothes for you, the weather's aren't as fair as they are in the castle" Ganon said smoothly as one of the guards presented him with clothes.

Omegas were treated the same as women in Geredo town, many omegas saught refuge there and were welcomed, so it made sense that omegas wore similar clothes as the gerudo people "uberosa has graciously offered to help you in any way" Ganon said and (name) nodded as he was led to the small inn, the Gerudo who ran the Inn bowing to their king "Sav'aaq...my mate needs a place to change his clothes, could we perhaps use a room?" Ganon was calm and kind to his people who nodded "o-of course! It would be our honor!" One said and they were led to a large bedroom "Sarqso" Ganon said and (name) said a soft thank you with a curtsy to them much to their suprise.

"Uberosa can help you change as needed...I'll be outside" Ganon said smoothly and (name) nodded, the trip had been a bit of a blur so far.

"Did you know of the engagement?" Uberosa asked casually as she helped him clasp anything and adjust, when needed "I wish I did... I-I don't know why my sister would keep something like that...not just from me but from everyone-- aside from betraying me she could have caused /war/"

"The pain it would cause both our people... it's selfish of her" he said and Uberosa was quite shocked, so far the Omega seemed dainty and like many omegas in upper class status but to hear him openly call the Queen selfish /and/ think of not just his people but the Gerudo was quite refreshing.

"I formally apologize for my sister's negligence" (name) bowed to the Gerudo who pulled him up "Fret not little Omega, you are not responsible for your sisters actions"

"I just hope I can make a good impression with your people"

"/Our/"

"Hm?"

"You are mates to my brother, you too are a Gerudo"

"Wait-- you're his sister?" (Name) whispered in awe "you're my sister in law?"

"I am" she smiled softly at his look if awe "A-and you do combat? That's so cool! Zelda knew how to use a sword but I wasn't allowed because I was an Omega, gosh I have so much to learn about the Gerudo people!"

Uberosa found the smaller Omega (compared to her any Hylian was tiny) quite fascinating as she helped him finish up, dressed in lovely Gerudo clothes, the poor Omega fitting in their more teen sizes.

"Fit like a Gerudo" Ganon said smiling as he could see (name) beam from behind the delicate silk that covered his mouth "you think? It's so much more light weight than Hylian clothes" he said happily and Ganon led him back to the carriage "you look wonderful".

The valley was vast as Ganon pointed out things in the far distances, landmarks and such "that is the temple though it's far to dangerous to go into at the moment" he explained and (name) nodded, fully paying attention as he looked at where the other pointed. Ganon found his curiosity precious and was incredibly pleased his mate loved the valley as much as he did "this will be your home, so it's best you know things about it that aren't from books" he looked at (name)s outfit, enjoying the sight of his exposed stomach and knew (name) was sneaking glances at him, the male Gerudo clothes showing his muscles fully and he could faintly smell the attraction from the other who desperately tried to hide his scent.

"Welcome to Gerudo town" he said as they stopped before the sandstone walls that hid the large city, Ganon stepping out as the door opened to help the Omega out and smiling internally at the look of awe on his face "better than the books?"

"Far..." The hot sand slid slightly against his flats, the hot desert Sun like no other but he was giddy none the less.

Between the sandstone buildings were vibrant shades of colored fabrics as stalls lined the townsquare, merchants selling their wares and the sound of water from the stream running through the city. He felt his body shake in excitement and eyes looked around with wonder "you live here?"

"We live here" Ganon said to the other who flushed slightly "we can give you a tour of the town tomorrow, for now we should get you settled in yes?"

The rooms were grand, soft looking blankets and pillows adorned the room he was led to as windows looked out the endless cast desert "I prepared you a room of your own, I didn't want you to feel pressured sharing quarters with me just yet" (name) chirped at his kindness as Ganon took his hands in his own and gently kissed the knuckles "I will leave you to settle"

When night rolled around, (name) had a blanket wrapped around his shoulders as he gazed through the large windows of his room, the valley was beautiful at night as stars littered the sky like flecks of paint... It was like nothing he had seen before at the castle. It was colder too, the Omega shivering slightly under the thick blanket "troubles sleeping?" (Name) turned around to see Ganon dressed in a Bastian shirt and dark pants and shoes.

"It's pretty..." Was all (name) said as his fiance walked to where he was and (name) reached out "care to join me?"

The two couldn't understand their attraction to one another, it was predestined for centuries but it felt like the stars aligned in their favor.

"Absolutely"

(Name) let himself be sat in ganons lap as they looked at the stars, (name) pointing to the constellations that were not able to be seen from Hyrule Castle, what he learned in his books coming in handy as he spoke "that is the constellation for din, it's said the star shines brighter when a season changes" he explained and Ganon hummed "in Hyrule, we could only see farores... What do you think the Oracle's were like?"

"I was told that Din was a traveller, a Nomad one could say... She was one of the first to settle in Gerudo valley..." Ganon said softly, holding pride in his people "it's said nayru still lives, she travels through time and visits periods and watches over to make sure time stays right"

"And farore?"

"None is known about her but it's said she travelled to ta neighboring kingdom and lived in a tree not unlike our Deku tree" ganons voice was soothing as (name) settled in his chest, the smell of spices and honey comforting him as his eyes slipped shut, enjoying the sweet words his fiance spoke.

Ganon stopped speaking when he felt (name) slump, smiling at the Omega who was sleeping so gently against him.

He was truly made for him.

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

All I can get

Written for @steddiesmuttyseptember, week 5

Prompts: Impact & Full Rated: E

Words: 1,130

Tags: Pre S4; Fuck buddies; Angry sex; Spanking; Dirty talk; Top Eddie, Power bottom Steve; They're in denial, your honor

Notes: Y'all liked the pre S4 fuck buddies from the July microfic so much, so have some more.

“Y'know what is weird?” Eddie asks. Steve doesn’t reply, just pushes him down onto the bed, pausing only briefly to shuck off his pants and shoes before he dives after him. The mattress bounces under his weight, ridiculously thick and soft, and Eddie needs to bite back a snort as he shuffles up, reclining against the plush headboard. Fucking rich people. 

He's not even sure whose house this is. Hagan's? Is it Hagan's? Is he gonna fuck Steve Harrington in Mr. and Mrs. Hagan's bedroom while their ugly dumbass of a son runs around downstairs, looking for the king like a court jester out of a job? 

He doesn’t get to ponder the hilarity of that thought, because Steve is shoving greedy fingers inside of his pants to pull out his rapidly swelling cock. Steve himself is fully hard already, leaking over Eddie’s thigh and stomach as he crawls into his lap, and Eddie’s attention snaps back to the present as if pulled on a rubber band.

“The thing that's weird,” he repeats, one hand cupping Steve’s bare ass and giving a tight squeeze, “is that I used to think you didn't remember these little run-ins of ours. After all, you're always drunk and high off your ass at these parties. Aren't you, honey?” 

Steve doesn’t grace him with an answer. Instead he rolls his hips, making their naked cocks rub together, sending white-hot sparks of pure want sizzling straight into Eddie’s blood. Eddie grins, shifting the position of his hand, delighting in the little gasp he gets when he spreads Steve wide open. His fingers slip inside with a wet, slick sound, all the way to the first knuckle, and Steve's hips stutter. 

“But you do,” Eddie smiles, reveling in the needy, high-pitched keen he gets when he pulls his fingers out again. “You do remember. Why else would you come and find me every single time? Why else would you come prepared?” 

“Shut up,” Steve mutters, and impales himself on Eddie’s cock, bottoming out in one smooth movement. Warm and tight and perfect, like he was made for this. Eddie likes to think he was. 

“Aw, but why?” he asks, hands finding Steve's hips, nails digging into the thin layer of skin over bones, deep enough to leave marks that will stay for days. The traces of his touch branded into Steve’s flesh. Steve bites his bottom lip, and it quivers with his soundless whine. “Why, Stevie, are you ashamed of me? I’m wounded.” 

Steve scoffs and rolls his eyes, grinding himself up and down on Eddie’s cock, chasing his relief with quick, practiced movements. Something coils inside Eddie’s abdomen, something dark and dangerous and mean. Following a sudden impulse, he takes aim, letting his palm connect with Steve’s ass with an audible slap. 

Steve gasps and flinches, almost toppling off Eddie’s lap in his surprise. For a second or two, they both stare at each other, wide-eyed and speechless, and Eddie begins to think that he may have made a horrible mistake. Then, he sees the way Steve is blushing, dark pink and pretty all the way from his collarbone to the bridge of his nose. Sees the way his cock has jumped to attention, flushed and leaking precum. His face splits into a grin so wide it’s almost painful. 

“In fact,” he says, “I think you shouldn’t be shy about it. I think you should let everyone hear.” 

He isn’t sure which he likes more: The look of panicked anticipation on Steve’s face just before the second hit lands, or the barely stifled moan he lets out when it does. The force of the impact makes him rock forward in Eddie’s lap, and he clenches around him, taking him even deeper than before. 

“I think,” Eddie says, and slaps him again, so hard he can feel Steve’s ass bounce with it, “you should let everyone hear how much you enjoy it when I fill you up with my cock. I think everyone should hear you moan and whimper and cry like a needy little whore.” 

He punctuates his words with another series of slaps. They echo in the silent bedroom, drowning out the sounds of the party downstairs, and with every single one, Steve grinds himself a little deeper, stuffing himself a little fuller. His eyes are glassy with unshed tears, his bottom lip puffy and swollen from biting down on it, but not once does he cry out. 

“Shame,” Eddie quips, digging his fingers into the skin of Steve’s ass again, nails sinking right into the sensitive, abused flesh, and Steve fucking keens, slumping forward and bracketing his arms against the headboard for support. “If everyone knew, we could just stop this little game of hide and seek, y’know. I could just sit down there, and sell my goods, and keep you in my lap all night, like the pretty little slut you-” 

“I said shut up,” Steve breathes, and crushes their mouths together. The kiss is as harsh and bruising as Eddie’s hits, Steve’s teeth digging into his lips, Steve’s tongue filling his mouth, allowing him no room to breathe or break away. Not like he’d want to. 

Eddie’s climax hits him with a suddenness that surprises even himself, making starbursts of light erupt behind his closed eyelids as he screams into that warm, wet mouth and spills deep inside Steve’s body. Steve moans into the kiss, grabbing Eddie’s hand to roughly guide it to his own twitching cock. Two or three hard pumps are all it takes for him to follow suit, painting Eddie’s chest and stomach in thick, white ropes. They stay where they are for a few moments, ragged breaths mingling in the thin sliver of space between them, while they both come down and Eddie’s cock slowly goes limp inside of Steve. 

Then, without a word, Steve rolls off the bed. As he bends down to retrieve his pants off the floor, Eddie can see the imprint of his own hand on his ass, bright red and angry. 

“You might wanna spend the rest of the night standing up,” he can’t help but say as Steve makes his way to the door. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone the reason if you don’t.” 

Steve pauses on the threshold just long enough to shoot him a withering look. 

“Please. Like anyone would believe you.” 

He has a point, Eddie muses as he cleans himself up with the box of tissues on the nightstand and puts himself back together. King Steve? With a freak like him? Yeah, fat fucking chance! 

In the bedroom mirror, his reflection grins back at him, lips puffy and swollen. Ah, well. They’ll both remember it happened, he made sure of that. 

He'll take all he can get. 

More smutty September

[burningcheese-merchant]

You have fully covered me into a burningcheese fan. I absolutely love how you write these ships with them!

But one question if burningcheese ever decided to have a wedding, what do you think it looked like and play out?

*inhales deeply* MY FRIEND! MY GUY! I'M FOUR PARALLEL UNIVERSES AHEAD OF YOU! (also, welcome to the cult and thank you so much for your support! I'm happy to bring people joy with my stories!)

I'll just give a few bullet points, because a) I have a lot of thoughts, and b) I haven't finished planning their wedding in full lol

Biggest. Wedding. Ever. Not exaggerating at all. It would be the biggest, most grand and beautiful wedding in the history of the world. Eclair will be there and he won't even be fully enjoying himself; he'll be too busy taking notes on EVERYTHING he sees, because it's such a fascinating culture mix/clash, there are so many guests (many of which are important figures), there are so many unique traditions and rituals and artifacts on display and and and... This isn't even his field of study, but he would absolutely be remiss to NOT document the wedding extensively, if only to pass it along to colleagues that actually specialize in cultural history (and help author some textbooks lol)

As said above, a big, fun culture clash. Members from both of their kingdoms worked together and went above and beyond to blend Egyptian Golden Cheese Kingdom aesthetics and with Indian Wild Spice aesthetics to create something traditional, yet brand new and exciting. Who would've thought they would work so well together? (You can say the same thing about the bride and groom tbh lol)

Our lovely couple's outfits would have bits and pieces from each other's cultures as a respectful homage to one another (and to show that they will be unifying their peoples through their marriage). Golden Cheese will dress mostly in her own traditional style, but with a good handful of pretty, tasteful Wild Spice accessories to accentuate her look. Same with Burning Spice; traditional Wild Spice wedding clothes, but with a touch of GCK to honor his wife

Also, they would both have matching henna (or mehndi, as they're actually called in India) tattoos. Very elaborate and beautiful, done by Wild Spice artists. (Henna/mehndi are mostly for women/brides, but from what I understand, men/grooms can get them too. I want to do this because I LOVE the idea of GC and BS having matching tattoos/makeup)

Everyone is invited. Literally everyone. They don't even have to know you. Just show up and have a good time (and be in awe of their love and devotion lol). It's very common for Indian weddings to be big ragers with many, many, MANY guests, and I thought that would suit a BurningCheese wedding too (especially for GC, she honestly probably would want EVERYONE to show up, both to show off and because she genuinely wants to share her joy with others)

Wedding party(ies) is their closest homies. The other Ancients plus the Cheese Gang (Smoked Cheese, Burnt Cheese and Mozzarella) for GC, a handful of his best subordinates for BS (Nutmeg Tiger, Saffron Buffalo, Pepper Pangolin, maybe Cilantro Cobra too).

Burning Spice thought of having Pitaya Dragon as a best man equivalent of some sort because they're Crime Besties (in my headcanon lol) but Hollyberry walked him through why that's a terrible idea and just left Pitaya as a regular guest

Wedding lasts a whole week, the main ceremony plus other rituals and a whole lot of dancing and drinking and laughing and having a blast together and with their loved ones

A+++ food, both GCK dishes and Wild Spice dishes, plus an assortment of delicacies from other lands (there's food from the Dark Cacao Kingdom, Faeriewood, the Creme Republic, etc). Hollyberry came in clutch and provided most of the booze (her kingdom has the god-tier alcohol, it was a welcome choice)

You can rest assured that they enjoyed their wedding night very, very much lol. Especially because there were technically seven of them. (One of Mozzarella's wedding gifts to them was soundproofing GC's bedroom no strings attached. She Knew™️. She's a girl's girl lol)

I'll stop there for everyone's sake, but TL;DR: it's a enormous, gorgeous event that perfectly encapsulates and celebrates their love. (And I envision this as part of Burning Spice's redemption arc, so it's like the reward at the end of a long, arduous journey. The breathtaking sunrise waiting at the mountain summit.) And they live happily ever after and have a family in the future, but I'm not spoiling that for any of you just yet :)

[cinnabun-faerie]

FFXIV: Your child dresses up as them for All Saint's Wake

A/N: I hope you enjoy! Sorry, I really do love adding these moments with Y'shtola, Thancred & Urianger. These three are so chaotic and iconic. Note: Y/C/N = Your/Child's/Name I imagine they're either a toddler or a young child

Characters: Alisaie, Alphinaud, Estinien, G'raha Tia, Thancred, Urianger, Y'shtola, (Bonus) Emet-Selch

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She's shocked at first

but she is in awe

your kid wanted to dress up like her?

she's honored

and the costume looked so well done! Tataru must have made this for them

"Hey Y/C/N, let's go bother Alphinaud together."

"Is Y/C/N dressed like me?"

he's stunned and impressed

"You've got the braid and my sage gear as well!"

No doubt his mother had a hand in this

she would be more than thrilled to give Y/C/N an outfit to match his

When he sees Y/C/N in mini-dragoon armor, he does a double take

"What do we have here? A little dragoon?"

Y/C/N shakes their head and points at him

and Estinien doesn't miss a beat

"You're dressed as me are you? I should have known."

he's impressed by the attention to detail

there's a tiny lance that is nearly identical to his as well as a plush version of Vrtra

He knows right away

"So this is where my scarf went"

he felt so happy when he saw Y/C/N's costume

he must mean a lot to Y/C/N if they wanted to dress up as him

"Shall we go to the library, Y/C/N? Perhaps I could read to you."

Bonus: If your child isn't a Miqo'te, I could see them wearing a pair of fuzzy cat ears that wiggle every now and then like G'raha's

He's smug

"You're dressed as me? I knew I was your favorite."

He would parade Y/C/N around and declare to everyone what their costume is

honestly, he's proud

he's always tried to be a positive role model to them and this really shows that he is important to them

He would smile fondly at Y/C/N

"You have outdone yourself this time, Y/C/N. I pray this is your best costume yet."

not to mention the attention to detail on the costume

their Astrologian costume sparkles and sways just as his does

not to mention they even have the holder for cards

if there were no cards, he would give them a deck of their own that would be small enough for their hands

though he does chuckle at the facial hair Y/C/N has, the squiggles are very thoughtful

She could recognize that outfit anywhere

"Y/C/N, what is your costume?"

"I am Master Matoya! The avatar of destruction!"

Of course

She'd turn and glare at you, Thancred & Urianger

cue the reaction in Endwalker when Thancred looks away and Urianger hides his face behind his cards

She will deal with the three of you later

regardless, she was flattered

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say I were looking in a mirror."

He'd look at Y/C/N and then at you

"What is this?"

yeah, he supposed that the costume was good

nothing was wrong with it

Y/C/N even had the duel hair colors

and how in the world did you manage to get the eye color exact-

why was Y/C/N scowling like that

"Well, one of us has to go home and change, Y/C/N."

Surprise Pikachu face when Y/C/N points to him and makes the gesture to shoo him

this mini version of you had quite the nerve

honestly both he & Y/C/N would try and out-sass each other

even if Y/C/N could only babble

[belle--ofthebrawl]

Rating: E

Pairing: Swiss/Rain

Tags: Dubious Consent, Consensual Kink, Barebacking, Creampie, Sexual Coercion, Dirty Talk, Breeding Kink, they're matching each other's freak your honor, Trans Rain, Mean Swiss

Summary: Okay so basically Rain is girlfriend.

Oh, that's-” Rain whispers and winces as the character onscreen is torn into, blood and guts flying everywhere as the zombies began to feed. He hides his face in Swiss' shoulder, covering his ears as the harsh screams fade into quiet gurgles.

“Awful.” He mutters. “Disgusting.”

Swiss chuckles and tosses a piece of popcorn into his mouth, catching it neatly on his tongue. He’s got his arm wrapped around Rain as the water ghoul snuggles into him and he rubs comforting little circles into his skin. He’d done the classic yawn and stretch early on, laying the groundwork for how he hoped it would go. Rain hadn't shaken him off, which was a good sign. And the gore on screen only made the poor little thing shiver and scootch closer to Swiss.

“Cold?” He asks, like he hasn't set the AC to blast frigid air over the poor ghoul's skin, breaking it out into goosebumps that left him curling up more and more because oops the blankets are all in the wash. His eyes linger on the shape his nipples make as they stiffen up into peaks under his shirt. A far more interesting thing to watch than the shitty B-movie playing out on the screen in front of him.

“A little.” Rain says with a delicate wrinkle of his nose. Swiss chuckles and momentarily sacrifices his arm placement to shrug off his hoodie and hand it over; Rain pulls it over his thin top gratefully, taking away Swiss’ top tier view of his tits but it's a willing loss in the long game he's playing here. “Thank you.”

“Anything for my Rainy baby.” Swiss says fondly, nudging him with an elbow and Rain purrs, snuggling up close.

They fall silent as the girl on screen walks down a hallway. Rain’s tense, cringing already. Almost… Swiss thinks, shifting into position. Rain won't have to worry about the rest of the film if Swiss pulls this move off. He shifts as subtly as he can, timing it with the little jump-scare that's a creaking floorboard. The girl hesitates, sweat dripping down her temple. Her fingers skate across the peeling paint of the door. Swiss does the same along Rain's arm, ostensibly to comfort him but it puts Swiss' hand right on the water ghoul's shoulder in a predatory grip.

Rain's breath hitches as she pushes open the door with a long whine of the rusty hinges to reveal an empty room. It's so cute how his Rainy mimics her relief; a little smile, a little chuckle at their own fear.

A step in the room.

Two.

She's by the bed now, and-

The zombie underneath strikes, lashing out with withered arms to drag her screaming to her bloody fate beneath and-

At the exact same moment, Swiss moves; bringing his arm around Rain's neck in a headlock as he cackles and drags the both of them off the couch, Rain kicking and screaming in fear the whole time and-

“You jerk!” Rain spits when Swiss lets him loose. Through his laughter, Swiss feels the gentle baps of Rain's irritation wherever the water ghoul can reach.

“Rainy, baby-” he gasps, but the assault continues, Rain getting up on his knees to whack him with the long sleeves of his own sweatshirt and a cute little pout. “Sugar-pie, honey-bunch-!”

“Oh, don't you dare!”

“You know that I love you!” He croons, opening his arms wide and with the assistance of his own long legs, bullies Rain right into his embrace, peppering him with kisses. “Just can't help myself, whenever I'm around you.”

Rain receives his affection with a flat face and no reaction, crossing his arms and making unhappy little noises until Swiss manages to heave them both up back on the couch. Rain flops over on his back, still not looking at him. Swiss’ tail wags happily as he settles his body weight on top of him, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek as he brackets his arms around him.

“I said I just can't help myself…” he finishes, flicking the tip of his nose. “Whenever I'm around you.” Rain is not amused if the scowl on his face is anything to go by. Swiss kisses that unhappy curve of his lips, brushing a stray curl off Rain's cheek. “You're cute when you scream.” He says softly.

“I'm always cute.” Rain corrects acidly, purposefully avoiding eye contact. Swiss chuckles, nips at his lower lip and kisses him. Sweet and chaste at first but when Rain's mouth opens to sigh, he takes the chance and licks inside in the way he knows makes his Rainy baby's tummy swoop. Fingers tangle in his soft curls, run down his neck to feel the race of his pulse and soon he's kissing Swiss back. Loops his arms around Swiss' neck and hooks a leg around his waist.

It doesn't take much more than that to get his cock to fatten up in his sweats. He's got his pretty little water ghoul gasping and arching into his touch, wearing his sweatshirt and murmuring his name. It'd make a saint go bad and Swiss is no holy idol on a pedestal. His head tips back as he starts a slow grind, right into the meeting of Rain's thighs and the softness of his folds under his leggings. Swiss doesn't think he's wearing underwear and the thought makes him leak.

“You can't be serious.” Rain huffs in disbelief, but rocks his hips up in a heavy counter rhythm to make each crush of their bodies feel that much better. “Someone just died on the TV.”

“Ain't watchin’ the TV.” Swiss chides, gripping Rain's waist to guide him, starting a thrusting pace they're both intimately familiar with. “M watchin’ you .” He pets over the fabric, finds the shape of his labia and nudges them apart so he can rub the dark head of his cock up and down his parted lower lips as Swiss covers the protests made by the upper pair. He knows which one is telling the truth about what Rain wants. This one is drooling, soaking a little patch into his leggings already. He pushes to test the heft of his cock against the weave of the leggings, rewarded with the bump of Rain's clit and lower, the way his hole winking on the other side, trying to entice his cock in. Heedless of the barrier in place, it wants him in, bad. Rain moans, deep and pleasured as Swiss kisses his neck but as the humping grows more frantic, so does Rain. Rolling his head around, wiggling his hips. Batting at Swiss as he wheezes, looking tense.

“My Rainy gonna cum already?” Swiss asks with a teasing lilt. “Just from this? I'm not even inside you yet baby, can’t you wait til I am?”

“N- oh !” He squeaks, cheeks flushed and eyes glazed over. “Swiss, we can't!”

“We both want to.” Swiss says. He can already picture the indents in his soft skin that the elastic waistband of the leggings always leave. Thinks about how he's gonna mark Rain up worse than that with bruises that'll take ages to fade. “Lemme in beautiful, lemme make us feel good.”

“There's no…” Rain hesitates. Still so shy after how long they've been together. “Swiss, you know I can't, not without protection.”

“I'll pull out, babe. Promise.” He punctuates the statement with a sneaky hand up the sweatshirt, cupping his breast and thumbing over a nipple. Rain’s hesitation doesn’t do anything to kill his libido; if anything, his cock only flexes extra hard in his sweats.

“Yeah, right.” Rain scoffs, which is an insult to the work Swiss is trying to do here. He'll worm his way in though, of that he has no doubt. He knows how much Rain likes to fuss for special attention. It might as well be foreplay to him at this point.

“Can't you be happy with a handjob?” Rain pleads when Swiss rucks his sweatshirt up, showing off his pretty tits and tickles his tummy just above the waistband. Swiss hums a negative, shaking his head. Rain's getting wetter and wetter with each dirty slide of their bodies and Swiss isn't going to settle for a dry handy.

“My tits,” he offers next, cupping then invitingly, the soft flesh spilling over his fingers and while it's more tempting it's still not what Swiss wants. He shoves his hand down Rain's leggings, circles his slippery clit with a cruel and loving touch. Rain whimpers and arches into it. Swiss plants his face in Rain’s soft chest, purring as he rubbed back and forth over his cleavage.

“My mouth?” He drags Swiss’ head up by the horns so they can kiss and Rain can show off how clever he is with his tongue. When they pull apart, Rain looks desperate. Swiss blinks at him, slow and sleepy, wide grin spreading over his face as he shakes his head. “It’s the same thing Swiss, just let me suck you off.” Rain pleads when he realizes how screwed he is. “You can cum on my face if you want.” The thought makes his stomach curl with lust, imagining ropes of his pearly cum streaking Rain’s pretty face. He hates it; which is why Swiss loves it.

“Ah, but then I couldn't kiss you when I cum.” He says sweetly, dipping lower to slide two fingers in, nice and easy. The leggings practically come down of their own accord between Swiss trying for a better, less ache-inducing angle and Rain's struggle to try to get away. “I know that's your favorite part.” His fingers curl strategically, hitting Rain's favorite spot and making the water ghoul swear, rolling his hips down into it. He’s gotta make it good for his Rainy too, what kind of boyfriend would he be otherwise? “Plus, I know you wanna cum too. I know my princess is never happy with just fingers.”

He picks up the pace, drawing out lewd, wet noises as Swiss fingerfucks him. Rain writhes, riding his hand like a seasoned whore, body betraying his mind. This is Swiss’ favorite part. Sometimes he thinks about keeping Rain like this forever. Just aware enough to deny it, but so well-kept, well-fucked enough that Swiss could slip in anytime he wanted. Maybe loan his holes out to the others if he felt generous enough.

“I can cum like this, Swiss, just let me blow you-”

“Oh, I know you can…” Swiss tells him. “Which is why I won’t let you.”

His fingers stop. Rain hisses, grinds down as he trembles. He’s so easy but Swiss can play him like a fiddle, drawing the note out until it’s just the faintest quiver in the air and Rain’s sagging as his pleasure slowly dwindles down despite his best efforts to reach his peak.

“Just the tip?” he asks cheekily and Rain cracks an eye open to scowl at him.

“ Hate you.” he whimpers.

“Love you.” Swiss croons. What he’d really love is to get his face planted between Rain’s sleek thighs, suck his little clit until he squirted all over the couch but now that he’s so close to his goal he can’t risk any interference. Next time, he thinks as he waits for Rain’s reluctant acquiescence.

“You have to pull out before you cum.” Rain tells him quietly, frowning with the internal conflict. He’s too pretty to be thinking so hard. Swiss vows to wipe all the distress off his Rainy baby’s face.

“Whatever you want me to do.” Swiss promises, all sweet, poisonous desire. Rain doesn't catch it, too busy shuffling his leggings the rest of the way off and he spreads his pretty thighs wide, fully on display. He glares somewhere off to the side as Swiss coos in admiration, taking his fingers out to pet at the soft, vulnerable skin, smearing his slick around until it shines.

Damn, Swiss really wants to eat him out now. But his cock hurts more than his tongue ever could and Rain has his eyes screwed shut like he can't bear the sight of Swiss' smug grin.

“Aw baby,” he croons, sliding up tight to Rain’s body. “Won't you let me see the look in those gorgeous eyes when I push in?” Rain cracks one eye open, baleful and suspicious. Swiss just grins, tugs down his waist and to let his fat cock spring free, smack at his pussy with the heavy weight of it.

“Does it feel hotter?” He breathes, smushing the blood-dark tip of it over Rain’s cunt, reveling in the way the little hole kisses and suckles, desperate to get him inside. “You’re so wet with nothing the way, sweetie…”

His mouth falls open with a quiet fuck as Swiss glides smoothly inside, groaning at the new feeling of Rain's body without a seal of rubber in place.

“Ooh, that's good. ” He praises, hitching deeper and deeper, inch by inch as Rain moans. “You like it? You like the feel of my bare cock?” Rain shakes his head but his cunt flexes so tight that Swiss nearly greys out at the pleasure of it.

“Oh shit, oh fuck-” Rain whines as Swiss bottoms out, voice breaking pathetically on the last syllable. “Please Swiss, please just,”

“Yeah babe.” He grunts, dragging back to see the way Rain’s slick gleams on his skin, hole already nice and creamy. Swiss can't wait to make it worse. He gets his big hands on the slender curves of Rain's waist, a perfect handhold to keep him in place as Swiss starts at a fast pace, bucking his hips in a sharp, staccato rhythm that nails the spot Rain likes best.

“So goddamn perfect.” He praises, digging his nails in, a little hurt to enhance the pleasure. Rain sings out a pretty song as Swiss fucks him right, blushing high on his elegant cheekbones, struggling to keep his eyes open, his tongue from lolling out. He's always so scared to act the slut he truly is but Swiss knows how to bring out the best in him. “Is this why you always make me wear condoms? Knew you’d like taking it raw too much?”

“Nuh-” Rain gasps as Swiss goes for his clit, the sensitive little bud turning Rain’s higher thought processes off with just a touch, a rub over the nerves. “No, Swiss please don't talk like that, please, I’m not…”

“You are ,” Swiss counters, jabbing in and holding deep, pressed so dangerously high into his body. For anyone else it would be uncomfortable but Rain rides the waves with a heady moan, hiding his face in the crook of his arm as Swiss circles his clit with the calloused pad of his finger. “But you're so scared to admit it, aren't you? Don't you know you're safe with me? Safe to be the dirty little cumslut you know you are.”

His legs are shaking, thighs jiggling as Swiss holds the pressure on his sweet spot, works his clit without mercy.

“You want it deep and raw, you want me to squirt right into your pussy.” He breathes, enthralled with the way Rain's tits look. He leans over, gives one rosy nipple a kiss before trailing up to his mouth. Rain pants and Swiss licks in, steals the air from his lungs and replaces it with more filth.

“Fill you up hot.” He continues, letting Rain feel the heat of his balls rest against his perineum. “So you can cum again to the way it feels dripping out.”

And then. He stops. Pulls away; from his sinful mouth, his plump clit and draws out, groaning at the sight of the creamy ring at the base of his cock. Rain panics, tries to urge Swiss close again with stupid, stuttered pleas; arms going around Swiss' shoulders to keep him where he's at, keep at least the tip inside and Swiss makes another deep noise at the way Rain's body tries to lure him back home.

“What are you doing,” Rain asks frantically, peppering his face with urgent little kisses. “Don't go, I’m so close, I need to cum so bad-”

“No.” Swiss says, firm despite the strain in his voice. “No baby, so’m I and if you cum, I'm not pulling out.”

Rain wails softly in despair, scooting closer to Swiss to kiss him so hard and clumsy they clack teeth. He's vibrating with need, mins gone in his desire to feel good and so lost to the way Swiss kisses him back that he doesn't notice the curve of the wicked smile even when it's right in front of him.

“Say you want it, baby.” Swiss murmurs as Rain cups his jawline in his cool palms, laying his lips to the corner of Swiss' mouth. “Say what you want and I’ll get back inside.”

“No…” Rain says, choked. “Don't make me.”

“Don't make you cum?” Swiss asks cheekily. “You're too spoiled for denial, and I'm just too whipped to say no, you know?”

He nuzzles at sweaty skin, kissing the faint pulse going wild at his temple. Let me cum inside , he mouths against it, regardless if Rain understands it or not.

“You can't ,” Rain begs, sounding like he's about to cry. “Don't cum in me, Swiss. What if I get pregnant?”

“It's not like I'll be able to knock you up again.” Swiss murmurs. “Not right away, at least.”

“Swiss!” Rain cries, batting at him and that's about as much as Swiss wants to deal with.

“You want it.” He growls, taking Rain by the shoulders, shoving him down into the couch. He looks up at Swiss with eyes that shine with tears, even as his legs fall whorishly open. “Your body wants it, stop letting your brain ruin it for you.”

He takes the plunge. Gives Rain his full length on the first slide back in and grins wildly at the squeal it earns him. His fingers find Rain’s clit again, taking up the rhythm from before and soon Rain can't even shake his head in denial anymore, just lets it fall as he moans in tormented delight, hands flying to cover his mouth.

“You’ll learn.” Swiss pants, staring him down. “You’ll lose the fear eventually. Or you can start liking anal, that won't get you pregnant. Best of both worlds.”

He punctuates the statement with a slap on the ass and Rain whimpers, tightens up that much more.

“I do like the idea of knocking you up though.” He goes in for a soft kiss, a bit of sweetness to balance out the rough treatment this time. “And I think you do too. Go on baby, show me how much you love me. Tell me how good I make you feel, yeah?”

He lovingly pries Rain’s hands away from his mouth so he can sing pretty again; high, girlish uh-uh-uh’s, indistinguishable from sobbing that blend together to to a thin cry as Rain freezes, body going stiff and cums, long and hard. Swiss doesn't let up in his clit, watching the way he goes from right to squirmy, jolting and wriggling to get away.

“That's it.” He soothes, “Oh, you love cumming on this bare dick, don't you baby? Get ready… it's got somethin’ real special to give you.”

Rain starts shaking his head again, planting at Swiss' chest to push him off but it's too late; his balls draw up tight, his cock flexes hard and he cums pressed right up against Rain’s cervix, shooting his load right where it counted the most.

“So good.” He moans, just to hear the noise of despair Rain makes as Swiss fills him up, ignoring his denials. “Never letting you put a condom on me again, baby.”

He doesn't pull out. Wants to keep it all inside, let Rain soak it all up and swim in his shame. The poor little thing is too fucked out to even cringe as Swiss collapses on top of him, sweaty skin to sweaty skin and they both float in the afterglow.

“I love anal.” Rain announces after a few moments, sounding out of breath. “Where did that come from.”

“Uh, my dick?” Swiss offers, rubbing his face over Rain's beautiful tits again. The water ghoul exhales and runs his long fingers through Swiss' curls, scratching at his scalp. He starts purring, happy that Rain is happy.

“I’ll allow it.” He says with exaggerated grace.

“Thank you.” Swiss says meekly, and they both snicker. Something wet writhes against the skin of his waist and Swiss props himself up to see his favorite thing in the world.

“Surprised it didn't come out to play earlier.” He remarks, teasing at the bud between Rain’s folds, now ever so slightly longer.

“I’ll admit it wasn't easy.” Rain murmurs as his tentacle pushes itself out of the sheath, almost shy. Swiss coos at it and lets the appendage coil around his fingers as Rain sighs. He rubs a thumb over the width of it, careful to avoid the tip, which is always more sensitive after Rain uses it as a clit.

“Hi beautiful.” Swiss says, giving it a friendly squeeze. “Daddy missed you.”

“Call yourself Daddy around me again and you’re dry for a month.” Rain threatens. There's no real bite to it, he's just being sassy. Swiss grins, eager to needle him some more.

“ Papa missed you so much.”

“Swiss, I swear to fucking Asmodeus-!”