#when my boys are together the world is at peace 💖

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Scoops & Hannie weverse update, I'm suddenly cured of everything

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HELLO!!! OMG I LOVE YOUR WORK SO MUCH ❤️✨. I WAIT FOR YOU EVERYDAY TO POST 💖 YOUR WRITING IS LIKE THE BEST THING IN THIS WORLD 🙇 CAN I PLS REQUEST LOOKISM MEN WITH A HOUSEWIFE READER. THANK YOU SO MUCH LOVE YOUR WORK 😍🥰

Hey anon, thanks for reading my brainrot and your request! You are adorable and I am loving the energy in this ask.

Gone for hc, but lemme know if you want a lil fic/drabble. I started to write a snippet for Jake and Goo and then realised I wanted to write for more of the boys but it gets a bit repetitive, yknow?

Lookism Boys with Housewife S/O headcanons

Jake Kim

After what feels like a lifetime of instant ramen and worrying about Big Deal, it's nice to have some homecooked meals and know that at least one part of his life is running smoothly.

Will always try to split the chores and errands evenly with you, because it's Jake. And if you wave him away and say no it's fine, he will follow you around anyway because spending time with you? Yes please.

Goo Kim

If you want to be a housewife, knock yourself out, honeybun. If you want to just sit around on your ass all day and do nothing, that's fine too. Goo will hire cleaners. Whatever makes you happy.

Actually loves doing shared chores with you though, and canonically he loves to cook. You do the prepping, he does the actual chef work. A little because it's a fun roleplay for him, and a lot because he does appreciate time together where he can just ramble on to you.

Gun Park

Housewife is.. fine. He can provide more than enough for the both of you. Honestly doesn't have any feelings about it one way or the other.

From a practical and pragmatic sense, it's nice to have someone he trusts look after your home. And then if/when there are kids coming along then it's also a lot easier if you are a stay-at-home parent too.

Samuel Seo

You're not so much a housewife, as a kept wife. Samuel has the vibes that if he can afford to so, and he absolutely can, then you are not lifting a finger.

Yes, he loves you but more because it's a matter of pride that he can provide for you in all areas of your life. You keeping the household running smoothly? Fine. But doing dishes? He has the ridiculous notion that it's below you.

Eugene

Yeah, you're also not going to be a housewife with Eugene. You can be in a power couple with him, but there is zero expectation to be a traditional housewife. You guys employ people for that.

Enjoy your shopping and brunches and being on the board of charities or whatever with other socialites.

DG/James Lee

This guy has enemies and unhinged fans coming out of his butthole, so for your safety and his peace of mind, housewife is great. Leaves pretty much most of the errands to you as his fame prevents him doing even the most simple things (but yet no one catches him beating up minors).

Extremely private with his personal life and with you. You're the only bit of normalcy in his insane life (lives?) and appreciates the sanctuary and home you have both built. Seeing you do the laundry, dust, cook, whatever? It's a sigh of relief for his soul.

Zack Lee/Vasco Tabasco

The two of them are pretty similar here.

Are you kidding? Absoutely loves that you are a housewife, there's something about the fact that you are looking after their wellbeing that they adore.

Has very traditional ideas of gender roles, much to the chagrin of you at times, so them being the financial provider, and the household being your domain sounds great to them. Any issues with that? Don't worry, just let them know and they will bend over backwards to make sure you're happy.

Xiaolong

Takes a long time to get used this, and even then you being a housewife and looking after the household and family never quite feels right.

Don't blame Xiaolong though, he has had a lifetime of servitude. Always feels a little guilty about not looking after you in all areas of your life. He never quite fully breaks out of this mindset but is forever grateful for you and all that you do.

Vin Jin

What housewife? You're on the road touring with him when he's an international platinum-selling rapper.

Johan Seong

Well a positive of you being a housewife is that the further away from danger you are, the better.

However, being the sole financial provider does stress him out. He's had to scrape so goddamn hard for his mother's surgery, and the thought that the he has to do that forever? It does freak him out a little.

Much much prefers an equal partnership.

Eli Jang

Loves the stability of having you being a housewife for Yenna.

He trusts you with his life, and more importantly with Yenna. Eli knows she is in a safe pair of hands with you so that is a massive weight off his mind.

Overall it does a lot for healing the shitty childhood he had. Experiencing the loving home you have cultivated means more to him than you will ever know.

Warren Chae

He is the best househusband, and no one can convince me otherwise. Being able to have a calm life, with a loving partner and his biggest concern are looking after the home and family? After worrying about Hostel? Sign him the fuck up.

Warren will wave you off to work with a smile, the most delicious home-cooked lunch ever and a little note for you to read and perk up your day.

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Threads Of Freedom 15th Hunger Games AU Archer Brown x Fem!Reader: Chapter 3 - Repercussions and Constrictions

A/N: Hey everyone! I hope you enjoyed Chapter 3 of Threads of Freedom (15th Hunger Games AU) featuring Archer Brown x Fem!Reader! 💖 As always, your feedback and opinions are greatly appreciated—feel free to share your thoughts on the story so far! Apologies for the late post, life got a little hectic, but I’m so thankful for your patience! 😊✨ Thank you for reading! Word Count: 5.1K Warnings: Tension/conflict, emotional strain, themes of guilt, internal conflict, political control, mentions of violence from the previous fight, oppressive government control, threats, arguments and themes of rebellion. Chapters: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 ----------------------------------------------------------------------

The early morning light filtered through the cracks in the worn shutters of the small room, casting long shadows across the floor as Y/n and Archer sat across from each other, the tension thick in the air. The sound of the peaceful hum of District 12 was muffled, as though the world itself was holding its breath. Archer had stayed the night, unwilling to face his family with bruised knuckles and the story of a fight at the Hob.

He didn’t want to see the worry in their eyes or deal with the questions that would undoubtedly follow. Here, in the safety of Y/n’s home, he could gather his thoughts, though the weight of the night before still pressed heavily on his chest.

It hadn’t been an easy night. After the fight, Y/n had led him to her small home, her touch as steady as her resolve despite the tension clinging to them both. Archer sat on a worn chair by the fire while she cleaned his wounds, the warmth of her hands and the light from the hearth a stark contrast to the chaos they’d left behind. At some point, exhaustion claimed him, and she convinced him to stay, settling him on a makeshift bed on the floor near the fire.

He remembered the quiet knock of her father returning home late from the mines. Archer stirred but stayed silent as Y/n greeted her father at the door, her frame briefly silhouetted by the faint moonlight. Her father’s voice was gruff but tinged with concern when he asked what had happened. 

“Everything’s fine,” Y/n reassured him, her tone gentle but firm. “It’s nothing to worry about.”

When she stepped away to fetch water for them both, Archer caught the faint sound of her father’s voice as he said, “You know, I really like that boy.” Archer’s heart skipped a beat, and he felt his cheeks flush as the words reached him. “He’s good for you. You’re better together than apart.”

“Thanks, Dad,” Y/n replied softly, and Archer could hear the warmth in her voice. 

The moment lingered in his mind long after she returned with two chipped cups of water, sitting beside him and handing one over with a small smile and resting her head lightly on his shoulder. Her father had let the matter drop after that, offering Archer a firm but understanding nod before retiring for the night. Archer knew Y/n’s father had always liked him, but hearing those words filled him with a quiet determination, a sense that maybe, despite everything, he was doing something right.

Now, in the stillness of the morning, Archer shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his gaze darting toward the window. “You think your dad’s mad I stayed?” he asked, his voice low.

Y/n shook her head, a soft smile tugging at her lips accompanied by a laugh. “Not at all. He’s always thought highly of you. He trusts you.”

Archer’s throat tightened at her words. The trust of her father—and Y/n’s trust—meant more to him than he could express. Yet, the weight of what had happened the night before—the fight, the disturbance at the Hob, the Capitol's growing presence—made it hard for him to fully appreciate the fleeting comfort.

“I just didn’t want them worrying about me,” Archer muttered, glancing down at his bruised knuckles. “My family’s already got enough to deal with. They don’t need to know about me throwing punches at the Hob.”

Y/n leaned forward, her eyes meeting his. “You were defending me, Archer. And I’m not going to let you carry all the blame for it. We’re in this together, okay?”

Her words settled something in him, a small balm to the guilt that gnawed at his insides. Together. That word meant everything. Even in the face of the Capitol’s tightening grip, the whispers of rebellion in their hearts still burned brightly.

Archer’s eyes drifted to the faint morning light pooling at the edges of the shutters, his thoughts tangled in worry. The fight had been reckless, and he knew it. But the way her ex had sneered, the cruel words meant to tear her down—it had been too much to ignore.

Yet now, with the weight of her father’s approval still lingering in his mind, Archer wondered if his impulsiveness had only painted a larger target on both their backs. He reached for her hand, his fingers brushing against hers in a silent promise to stand by her, no matter what was to come.

Y/n glanced up at him, her lips parting as if to say something, but the words never came. Instead, her gaze shifted to the small room around them, the peeling paint on the walls, the uneven floorboards that creaked beneath even the softest steps. This was their world—a fragile, imperfect place where survival meant walking a fine line between submission and defiance. She couldn’t shake the feeling that the line was growing thinner with every passing day.

“Do you think they’ll come for us?” Y/n asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She fiddled with the hem of her dress, the fabric worn and threadbare from years of use, but there was no comfort in the familiar touch not now. Her mind raced through a thousand possibilities, each darker than the last.

Archer’s jaw tightened, and his eyes, usually so steady and calm, were clouded with frustration. He ran a hand through his messy hair, the usual tousled look replaced with something more akin to exhaustion. 

“I don’t know. I never should’ve let it get that far,” he muttered, the guilt heavy in his words. “I should’ve just ignored him, but—” He paused, glancing down at his hands as if they betrayed him, “I couldn't just stand there and let him mock you or belittle you.”

Y/n’s heart clenched at the sincerity in his tone. She could feel the weight of his guilt, but part of her knew that it wasn’t entirely his fault. Her ex had crossed a line, and the fiery emotions that followed had burned a path through everything they had worked so hard to protect.

“He knew what he was doing when he pulled that stunt it isn't our fault,” Y/n replied softly, her gaze unwavering. “But now... the Capitol's not going to let it slide.” She swallowed hard. “The Hob’s going to be under their watch. I wouldn't be surprised if it meant no more dancing or music. We’ve brought trouble down on everyone no matter how unintentional it was.”

Archer let out a frustrated sigh, standing up abruptly and pacing across the room the floorboard groaning with each step. He had always been the cautious one, the one who kept his head down, worked hard, and stayed out of trouble. Now, for the first time, it felt like the ground beneath him was crumbling, like he was being pulled in a direction he didn’t understand. A direction that led straight into danger.

The sounds of footsteps echoed from outside, and Y/n tensed, a wave of dread washing over her. Archer turned toward the window, peering through the gap in the boards. His face grew grim.

“More peacekeepers,” he muttered, half to himself. "They’re increasing the patrols around here. This can’t be good.”

Y/n stood and walked over to join him, her heart pounding in her chest. Through the crack, she could see the usual peacekeeper presence, but today it seemed even more intense. There were more of them, and they weren’t just walking the streets—they were scanning every corner, watching every face that moved.

-Later that day- Y/n and Archer walked through the dusty streets of District 12, the weight of the recent events heavy on their shoulders. The air seemed suffocating, filled with hushed conversations and wary glances as the townsfolk exchanged fearful looks. The usual hum of daily life had been replaced with an underlying tension, a sense that the fragile peace they once took for granted was unravelling.

"You hear about what happened at the Hob?" one woman muttered to another, her voice barely audible. "Peacekeepers are gonna come down hard on us now. We’ll all pay for that little stunt at the hob."

Archer’s posture stiffened at the words, his gaze flicking toward the source of the conversation. The resentment was evident, but what cut deeper was the undercurrent of fear. Fear that their small act of rebellion would bring down even harsher punishments, not just on them, but on everyone in the district.

Y/n spotted a group of men from the Hob up ahead, their faces drawn tight with worry. One of them, a tall, gangly man named Eamon, locked eyes with her and quickly approached, his expression tense.

"Did you two start that fight?" he demanded, his voice gruff and full of frustration. "Because if you did, you've just made life harder for all of us. We don’t need the Capitol’s eyes on us any more than they already are."

Archer opened his mouth to retort, but Y/n stepped forward, placing a calming hand on his arm silencing him. She turned to face Eamon, her voice even but laced with strain. "We didn’t start it," she said quietly. "But I understand your concerns.” Eamon’s gaze sharpened, his lips curling into a tight line. "You’re dam right, girl," he said, his tone low and heavy. "It’s District 12. If the Capitol tightens its grip here, we’re all gonna feel it. Everyone will."

Y/n nodded slowly, her chest tightening with the weight of his words. Y/n took a deep breath, her gaze softening as she looked at Eamon. She could feel the tension between them, the weight of the situation pressing down on both sides. This wasn’t her fault, but she knew the impact of their actions had already begun to ripple through the district. She needed to ease the moment, for Eamon’s sake as much as hers.

“I’m sorry,” she said quietly, her voice sincere, yet laced with the regret she carried. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. We’re all just trying to survive, but... I never wanted to put anyone else at risk.”

Eamon’s eyes flickered with something—maybe understanding, maybe resignation—but he didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he gave a sharp nod, the lines on his face deepening as he sighed.

"Just... be careful," he muttered, his voice a mix of caution and frustration. "This place isn’t as forgiving as it used to be we’re all on thin ice."

Y/n gave him a small, apologetic nod, her heart heavy with his words. Without another word, she turned, her hand quickly finding Archer’s. She squeezed his fingers gently, the quiet comfort of his touch grounding her as they continued walking through the town.

"Good day, Eamon," she called over her shoulder, her voice firm yet polite, as she kept moving forward. She didn’t wait for a response. There was nothing left to say, not here, not now. They had their own path to follow, and the weight of their journey felt heavier with every step.

As Archer and I continued to walk through the streets of District 12 the sudden sound of a loudspeaker crackled to life and rang through District 12 like nails on a chalkboard, the voice of the District 12 commander booming over the loudspeakers, instructing all citizens to report immediately to the reaping area. 

The air grew thick with unease as the crowd began to gather, murmurs of confusion and fear rippling through the streets. People exchanged nervous glances, wondering why, with two weeks still to go before the official reaping ceremony and why everyone in 12 was suddenly called into the reaping area like a herd of sheep.

The tight-knit community, usually accustomed to their own quiet routines, was now filled with a sense of dread, the unknown weighing heavily on each of them. Y/n’s breath hitched as peacekeepers moved swiftly through the crowd, their stern expressions cutting through the tension like knives.

It wasn’t just the gathering of people that had everyone on edge—it was the fact that a Capitol official had arrived so early, and no one had any idea why on earth a man of that position would be here. Surely the hob fight wasn’t the cause of a Capitol official entering District 12.

As the crowd pressed in around her, Y/n felt Archer’s hand find hers, his grip tight and steady, grounding her in the chaos. They were pushed forward, forced into the reaping area, their bodies pressed uncomfortably against the others. The space was cramped, the air thick with the stench of sweat, smoke, coal and fear.

Archer’s fingers tightened around hers as if trying to shield her from the overwhelming anxiety that seemed to vibrate in the air each pile of nerves ricocheting from one to another like waves. They were no longer just a few familiar faces in a community—they were now part of a captive audience, herded like livestock. Every step felt like it carried the weight of their lives, with the Capitol’s watchful eyes now trained on them, ensuring no one would escape.

Despite the growing panic, a small sense of relief washed over Y/n when she spotted Annie pushing her way through the crowd her ginger hair standing out like a sore thumb amongst the crowd. She made her way toward Y/n, squeezing in beside her just as the peacekeepers began to line the walls, their sharp eyes scanning every face with cold precision.

Annie, though visibly shaken, managed a faint smile before the weight of the moment sank in again. With peacekeepers lining every exit, the tension in the air was suffocating. They were trapped, not just physically but in the reality that the Capitol was tightening its grip on them, and they had no choice but to wait for what would come next.

The Commander of District 12 stepped forward, his sharp uniform cutting through the crowd’s growing restlessness. He cleared his throat, raising his hand to silence the murmurs. The peacekeepers around the area shifted, their eyes watching everyone with unwavering intensity. The crowd fell into uneasy silence, and all eyes turned toward the commander.

"Everyone, quiet down," the Commander called out, his voice carrying over the sea of people. "We’ve been asked to gather here today by a representative of the Capitol. Though President Coriolanus Snow is unable to be here in person today, he’s sent someone in his stead to address us."

Y/n’s stomach churned at the mention of the President’s name. She knew, of course, that Coriolanus Snow now ruled Panem, but hearing his name felt like a weight pressing against her chest.

With that, the Commander stepped aside, and a tall, impeccably dressed Capitol official made his way to the front. The man’s sharp features and slick, perfectly styled hair marked him immediately as someone who had spent years grooming himself for the role of servitude to the Capitol. His voice was high-pitched and annoyingly posh, as though each word had been carefully rehearsed and delivered with the precision of a trained performer.

"Citizens of District 12," he began, his voice amplified by the loudspeaker, making the words echo through the reaping area. The sound of his voice grated against Y/n’s nerves immediately. It was as if each syllable had been dipped in condescension, a tone meant to remind them all of their place in this wretched society.

“It is an honour to address you on behalf of President Coriolanus Snow, who could not make this meeting in person. As you are all aware, the Capitol keeps a close eye on all of its districts, ensuring that order and peace are maintained across the nation. The President has sent me here to personally address some matters of great importance.”

Y/n felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise, the sound of his voice like nails on a chalkboard, sending a shiver through her. She could see people around her shifting uncomfortably, their eyes narrowing as they listened to his every word.

"I know you may be wondering," he continued, his voice too smooth, "Why such an early visit? And why, with two weeks to go before the reaping ceremony, have we gathered you all here?"

His grin widened, and Y/n cringed as the smugness in his expression reflected in his words. "The President wants to make one thing clear today—there are no exceptions. District 12 will be monitored closely. There is no tolerance for disruptions, no room for rebellion."

Y/n’s teeth clenched at his words, the mockery in his tone almost unbearable. She couldn’t stand the way he spoke, as though they were nothing more than pawns to be moved around.

The Capitol official's gaze swept over the crowd, his eyes narrowing slightly as though sizing everyone up before he continued, “And as for the recent disturbance at the Hob…” He paused for a moment, letting the words hang in the air like a weight.

“The Capitol is well aware of the events that transpired. The defiance, the unrest, the blatant disregard for order—it cannot and will not be tolerated. Let me make this very clear: the Hob, along with any gatherings like it, will be shut down until further notice. Any further incidents, any more of this... disorder,” he spat the word as if it were venom, “will be met with swift consequences. District 12 will be made an example of. The Capitol will not hesitate to enforce the law.”

The crowd shifted uncomfortably, whispers of anxiety rippling through the mass. Y/n could feel the tension in the air, the suffocating pressure of knowing they were all being watched, their every move under the Capitol’s microscope. She clenched her fists at her sides, trying to keep herself steady, but the words stung. The Hob—the last place in District 12 where people could escape, even for a little while, from the oppression—was being taken from them.

Archer squeezed her hand tighter as if sensing the same unease. The Capitol official’s voice droned on, a false calm in his tone, but all Y/n could hear was the pounding of her heart in her ears. The Hob had been a sanctuary, a place where people came together, even if just for a fleeting moment. Now, that small defiance was being extinguished, and the air in the reaping area felt colder, heavier, as though a part of their already fragile lives had been stolen away.

As the Capitol official finished speaking, the crowd slowly began to disperse, their anxious murmurs growing louder as they filed out of the reaping area. The weight of his words lingered in the air like a shadow, casting a pall over the entire district. 

Y/n, still trying to process the sting of the Hob’s closure, turned to Annie, who stood beside her, looking equally unsettled. "I’ll see you later," Y/n said, offering a strained smile, but Annie only nodded, her face pale with worry. Y/n could sense the unease in the air, the oppressive weight of the Capitol’s presence hanging over them, but there was little more to say. They were all in this together, but it didn’t feel like enough anymore.

With one last glance at Annie, Y/n turned to Archer, who was already waiting for her, his expression a mixture of quiet determination and the same unease that had settled in Y/n’s chest. His grip on her hand tightened slightly, a silent reassurance that they were still in this together.

They exchanged no words; there was nothing more to say. They simply started walking side by side, moving through the narrow, winding streets of District 12, their footsteps muffled on the dust-covered road. The usual hum of life in the district felt distant, swallowed up by the heavy weight of the tension in the air. The oppressive silence between them mirrored the tightening noose around the district.

The peacekeepers’ presence seemed amplified today—standing on every corner, patrolling the alleys, their eyes constantly scanning, as if searching for any signs of rebellion or disobedience. Even the air felt heavier, weighed down by an unspoken fear that clung to the edges of every conversation and every glance exchanged.

As they passed by the Hob, Y/n’s heart sank, her steps slowing instinctively. It was as if the world had paused in that moment, the sight of the boarded-up building sending a wave of dread crashing over her. The Hob had always been more than just a meeting place; it had been a sanctuary of sorts, a place where the people of District 12 could breathe, where they could share whispered conversations about change and dream of a life beyond the Capitol’s reach.

It was their small act of defiance, their last bit of rebellion against the crushing weight of their lives. But now, as they stood there, looking at the building, the familiar wooden door was completely sealed shut, covered in rough, hastily nailed planks. 

The windows were dark, the dim light that had once filtered through was now blocked off completely. It felt as if the heart of the district had been ripped out. The guilt of the disturbance—the fight that had sparked this crackdown—washed over Y/n, even though she knew, deep down, it wasn’t entirely their fault.

They hadn’t asked for this. But it didn’t matter. In her mind, they were the catalyst for the crackdown, the ones who had given the Capitol a reason to crack down harder on the district. And now, the Hob, the one place that had still offered some sense of hope, was silenced. 

The weight of that loss settled on her shoulders, making her feel as though they had contributed to something irreparable. Even Archer, usually so steady, walked with a tense posture, his eyes fixed ahead, avoiding the sight of the Hob, but Y/n could see the guilt written all over his face too. It was a shared burden, and though neither of them had asked for it, it was theirs to carry.

As they continued walking in the direction of Y/n’s home with Archer insisting he walk her home after a while they now reached the fields. Archer’s hand stayed firmly wrapped around mine as they walked through the fields, the tall grass brushing their ankles with each step.

The open expanse before them should have felt like freedom, but the weight of the Capitol’s looming presence hung heavy in the air. Y/n could feel it—every step they took, every breath they shared, was tainted by the fear of what was coming next. The window for escape was closing. They both knew it.

“I think we need to make up our minds soon,” Y/n said softly, her voice breaking through the silence that had settled between them. She glanced at him, her heart aching. “The Capitol won’t give us much longer. We have to leave before it’s too late. Before they tighten their grip even more.”

Archer’s pace faltered for a moment, and he looked away, his jaw clenched. She could see the conflict in his eyes—the hesitation that had always been there, the fear that had held him back from truly considering escape. She understood his hesitation; leaving meant risking everything. But she wasn’t sure how much longer she could wait.

“We can’t wait forever, Archer,” she continued, trying to keep her voice steady. “I’m not saying it’s easy, but we have to make a choice. The longer we wait, the harder it will be to get away.”

Archer’s steps grew more forceful, and suddenly, he stopped, whirling to face her with an expression that was both frustrated and exhausted. "I know what you're saying," he snapped, his voice sharper than she had expected. 

His hand dropped from hers, and he ran it through his hair, clearly stressed, trying to push the weight of everything out of his mind. “But every time you say it, it's like you think I don’t understand the urgency. You think I don’t get it?" 

His eyes burned with frustration, the tension in his broad shoulders evident. "I’m just trying to figure out how we don’t get caught, alright? I’m not ready to have a Capitol official at our door. And I don’t need you pushing me to make decisions when all I can think about is how the hell we’re going to survive."

Y/n took a step back, feeling the sting of his words. He didn’t mean it. She knew he didn’t. But the pressure of their situation, the fear of the unknown, had made it harder for him to process everything, and she had pushed too hard. She swallowed the lump in her throat, forcing herself to nod, though she still felt the sting of his anger. He was stressed, and she knew better than to push him further, not right now. Still, the worry gnawed at her—time was running out, and they couldn’t afford to wait much longer.

Archer’s shoulders were tense, his frustration mounting with every passing second. Y/n could feel the tension in the air, thick and suffocating. She had pushed him too far, and he was cracking under the weight of it all. His fists clenched at his sides, and he took another step closer to her, his voice now low and tight with anger.

“Why can’t you just understand?” Archer’s words were like a whip, sharp and biting. “I don’t have an answer yet! You want me to make a decision on the spot, but I’m not going to risk everything for some dream of getting away, not without knowing how it will end. It’s not that simple!”

Y/n’s heart raced, the pressure of everything collapsing around her. The uncertainty, the danger, the mounting expectations—she couldn’t take it anymore. She had been patient, understanding, but the constant back-and-forth, the constant hesitation—it was draining her.

“You think it’s easy for me?” she snapped back, her voice loud with the anger that had been building inside her for days. “You think I’m not terrified too? You think I don’t know the risks?” She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, but the words came out sharp, like a weapon she didn’t mean to wield.

“I’m not asking you to have everything figured out, Archer. I’m asking you to make a choice. To do something instead of standing here, paralyzed by fear. If you don’t want to leave, then fine! But don’t keep dragging me through this if you’re not ready to make a move.”

Without waiting for his response, Y/n turned away, her chest tight as she walked off, her footsteps heavy on the ground. She didn’t look back, even though every part of her wanted to. She needed space, to breathe, to think. The last thing she needed was more hesitation, more indecision. She didn’t have time to waste, and it felt like Archer was running out of it just as much as she was.

As Y/n walked away, the weight of her words settling in, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of uncertainty deep in her chest. This was harder than she had ever imagined. She wanted to leave with Archer, she really did—more than anything. But the doubts lingered, gnawing at her. She had hoped that, in time, he would come around, that they could make the decision together. But as the days slipped by, the window to escape was closing, and she wondered if she would have to make the final move on her own.

-Archers POV- 

As Archer walked through the fields, his thoughts were a tangled mess of frustration and guilt. He had always been the cautious one, the one who kept his head down and his mouth shut, doing what was necessary to survive. But ever since Y/n had come into his life ever since they were little, everything had changed. 

His feelings for her, fierce and overwhelming, drove him to act in ways that went against everything he had been taught. At the Hob, when he’d seen that man disrespecting her, all his careful plans and the restraint he had spent years perfecting had been forgotten in a heartbeat. The anger had erupted from deep within him, and for the first time, he had lashed out, not just to protect her, but because something inside him couldn’t bear to see her hurt.

But now, walking alone, the weight of his actions felt heavier than it ever had before. He had snapped at her—Y/n, the one person who always understood him, who had been by his side for so long. 

And for what? Because he was scared? Because he didn’t want to take the risk of everything falling apart? He felt selfish for dragging her into this, for making her feel like she was alone in this fight. He wanted to leave, to run with her, but the thought of it—of being caught, of endangering her—paralyzed him. Archer knew it wasn’t just fear of the Capitol that held him back; it was his own inability to fully trust in their escape, in their dream of freedom.

As he arrived home, the familiar sight of his mother waiting for him in the kitchen made his chest tighten. She could always tell when something was wrong, and tonight, he knew she would ask. 

After a long pause, he sat down at the table, feeling her gaze settle on him. "What happened?" she asked softly, her tone more curious than concerned. 

Archer let out a heavy sigh and leaned back, running a hand through his hair. "I snapped at Y/n," he admitted quietly, his voice laced with regret. "We argued about leaving. I don’t want to drag her into this… but at the same time, I can’t stand the thought of losing her. Everything’s changing, Ma. The Capitol’s tightening their grip, and it feels like the window to leave is closing."

His mother listened carefully, her face serious but kind. She knew the struggle all too well—the delicate balance between survival and defiance. "You’re both fighting the same fight, Archer," she said, her voice low but firm. "You can’t always protect her from everything, but you can be there for her. And maybe she needs you to believe in her as much as she believes in you. But that means you have to make a choice. You can’t keep holding back." Archer glanced at his mother, the weight of her words sinking in. His heart ached with the thought of leaving Y/n behind, but deep down, he knew his hesitation was about more than fear. It was about a future he wasn’t sure he could give her. He only hoped that, in time, he would find the courage to choose.

[onceuponastory]

love me, too - sam wilson x reader

I hope we kiss goodnight It might just end my life - kiss goodnight by i don't know how, but they found me

Plot: One night in Delacroix, Y/N and Sam sit together on his sister's porch swing. Sam is preoccupied with Sarah and Bucky’s growing romantic interest in one another… whilst Y/N is preoccupied with her romantic interest in Sam. Pairing: Sam Wilson x Female!Reader. Also hinted Bucky x Sarah (Bucky has a crush). Warnings: A small mention of alcohol, and just a lot of sickly sweet fluff. But as always, if I miss any triggers, let me know. Notes: This is for @flufftober Day 7: Porch Swing. I love writing Sam fluff, he's the best, and I adore this story, so I hope you all love it too! 💖 Not beta'd, so any mistakes are my own.

“Y/N, when are you going to stop torturing yourself?” Bucky asks from beside her as he takes a swig from his beer. Y/N frowns. She went outside to sit on Sarah's porch swing for a moment of relaxation and solitude. She came to Delacroix for a break from the city and to unwind. Of course, seeing Sam, Sarah, Bucky, AJ and Cass was the main reason, but she can see why they love it so much whenever she’s there. It’s so peaceful, and the townspeople are so welcoming. So when Bucky joined her and told her he needed to ask her something, she definitely was not expecting such an intense question to leave his lips.

“Jeez, deep much? And besides, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“That’s a lie.” Another swig. When Y/N stays silent, Bucky rolls his eyes. “Really? You’re not going to talk now?”

“I don’t know what you mean.” She lies again, which Bucky once again picks up on immediately.

“Mhm. Sure. I may be an old man, but I’m not stupid.” He raises a brow, staring at her and just waiting for her to break. When she still doesn’t take the bait, Bucky sighs. “I’m talking about how insanely in love with Sam you are, and how you still haven’t told him yet.” Y/N gasps, swatting at his arm. Bucky may be one of her best friends in the world… but he’s also a complete pain in the ass.

“Shut up!” She hisses. “It’s none of your business when, or even if, I’ll tell him. Besides, did you really come out here just to pester me on my dating life?” Y/N asks. Bucky shakes his head. 

“Nope. Sarah wanted me to ask you if you want some ice cream.” He smiles, and Y/N raises a brow.

“Oh, you wanna talk about my dating life? How about your huge crush on Sarah, lover-boy?” Bucky’s face goes scarlet, and Y/N’s burst of laughter fills the air. “I knew it!” She gasps. “You’re absolutely not one to talk about me not telling Sam. When are you going to tell Sarah?”

“I-I don’t know!” He stammers. “Anytime I go near her, Sam stares daggers at me.” He groans, and Y/N nods. She’s definitely been witness to a few of those looks. If looks could kill, Bucky would be in serious trouble. “Look at us. Best friends, and each in love with one of the Wilsons.” 

“And we’re both terrified to tell them the truth.”

Bucky chuckles. “How about we just both agree to tell them whenever we’re ready? …Whenever the hell that is.” He suggests, and Y/N agrees. “Perfect. I’m gonna head back in, you coming?” Bucky asks, and Y/N shakes her head. 

“I’ll stay here for a bit. See you later.” As Bucky departs, Y/N settles back into her seat, staring out at the sunset, and the sky’s vibrant pink and purple hues. God, it’s so beautiful out here.

For a while, she’s alone with her thoughts, until:

“Hey, you. Buck said you were out here on your own. What’s up?” Sam asks, sitting down beside her. 

“Of course he did. I’m gonna fucking kill him.”

She looks over at Sam, who grins back at her, turning his body to face her. As she wonders what it would be like to be wrapped in his warm embrace, she can already register her heart beating just that little faster. Despite the cooler chill in the air as autumn makes its way in, being with Sam like this makes her feel all warm and cosy inside. Well… that’s how Sam always makes her feel. Initially, she thought you felt this way towards everyone, including friends. But then she realised that nobody else makes her feel so content, or can make her laugh as hard as Sam does. Nobody else would let her call them at all hours of the night for a chat, even if it’s about mindless nonsense. 

Nobody ever cares as much about her as Sam Wilson does. 

And god, she loves him so much.

“Hey yourself. I could ask you the same question, you know.” Sam chuckles, a classic Sam Wilson smile that sends her heart into a flutter. She hopes his reply is something like: 

“I just wanted to see you.” or “I have to tell you something.” Unfortunately though, it’s not that. “Oh my god, I just had to get away from my sister and Bucky flirting with one another. It’s driving me insane.” Y/N rolls her eyes, suppressing a groan. Here it comes.

Ever since she arrived, Sam has been complaining about Bucky's crush on Sarah, and Sarah's reciprocated feelings for him. And since he can’t take his frustrations out on either of them, he's dumping it all on her. Of course, she understands he just wants to protect his sister, and despite knowing Bucky’s a good guy, it’s natural to worry. At first, she was thankful for his complaining, since it gave her a chance to think about something that wasn’t her crush on Sam. Now, though, it’s driving her crazy.

“Are you listening to me?”

“Yeah.” she murmurs, and Sam raises a brow. 

“You sure? You look….” He murmurs, and she rolls her eyes.

“Well Sam, there’s only so many times you can hear about Bucky and Sarah staring at each other.” She points out, and he nods.

“I know, I know.” His words make Y/N breathe a sigh of relief. Finally, it's over. Until: “I just don’t get it! Like what could she possibly see in-“

“Oh my god, Sam, please stop.” She groans, leaning against the back of the swing.

“But- “

“No! That’s all I’ve had to put up with since I got here!” She exclaims. “And I understand you’re nervous, but Bucky’s a great guy and Sarah will be fine. She's raising those two boys by herself, I think she can handle your best friend.” In hindsight, she should’ve calmed down and thought about what she was going to say next. But after spending so long bottling things up, she’s ready to erupt. “This was supposed to be a relaxing trip, and I wanted to tell you how I feel about you!”

“What do you mean?” Sam asks, his brow raised and his voice suddenly more serious.

“I was going to tell you I love you!” She gasps. Her admission shocks them both, and her eyes widen. “Oh fuck. Oh shit. Oh, fuck.” 

“Oh. Oh.” Sam murmurs. The embarrassment comes then, almost drowning her under its weight. It’s too late to turn back now, to protect her heart before it shatters completely.

So, since she’s already digging herself a giant hole, she might as well keep going.

 “Fuck, Sam, I have been in love with you for… to be honest, I lost count.” She chuckles awkwardly. Sam doesn’t laugh. Or smile. He just stares at her, which makes Y/N’s anxiety kick into overdrive. “I don’t mind if you don’t feel the same.” She lies. Honestly, it would tear her apart, to give so much of her heart to one person, her favourite person in the entire world, and receive nothing in return. “I just couldn’t go another day without telling you.”

“Y/N.” Sam speaks, his voice a lot softer now. He scoots closer, so much so their bodies are almost touching. “I’m sorry.” And then, Y/N truly wants the ground to swallow her whole. She tries to stand up, ready to leave and to forget this ever happened… until: “I wasn’t finished.” Sam chuckles. He takes a deep breath. “I was going to say I’m sorry for being so focused on my feelings and not paying attention to you.” He finds her hand, squeezing it reassuringly. Y/N feels the warmth radiating from his touch, and she slowly starts to calm down. “And I’m sorry for being an idiot.” He continues, and she raises a brow.

“What do you mean?”

“I didn’t tell you how I feel about you.” He answers, and her mouth drops open. Sam leans in, cupping her cheek. “I love you so much. You’re the most gorgeous woman I know, and I’m so glad you love me, too. Although, I don’t think anyone could love you as much as I love you.” A deep heat settles on her cheeks, and Sam chuckles. “Y/N?”

“Mhm?”

“I really want to kiss you.”

“I really want you to kiss me, too.” Smiling, Sam leans in close, pressing his lips to hers in a soft kiss. It’s perfect, like one of those rom-com kisses where the music reaches a crescendo and you feel it throughout your entire body. It’s better than anything she’d wished for. 

They sit there for the rest of the night, wrapped in each other’s embrace. Watching as the sun disappears below the horizon, and as the stars and moon appear. “I love you, you know that?” Sam asks, and Y/N giggles.

“Yeah, I think you mentioned that once or twice.” But she still can’t stop grinning like a fool. A total, lovesick fool. Sam kisses her temple.

“Well, you better get used to hearing it more and more, because I’ll never let you forget it.”

“Good.” She smiles, leaning in for another kiss.

“I am sorry for being a pain in the ass, though.” Sam repeats, and Y/N chuckles.

“You don’t need to be sorry. You’ve more than made up for it anyway.” She grins, raising a brow, and Sam kisses her temple.

“Did I ever tell you I love you?”

“Once or twice, yeah.” She giggles, and Sam grins. 

“Well, I’m going to keep telling you. Because I do love you Y/N, and I never want you to forget that.” Y/N smiles, pecking his lips. 

“I could never forget you, Sam. You’re stuck with me for the rest of your life.” She teases, and Sam’s grin grows even wider.

“Sounds perfect.” He smirks, leaning in once more.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

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[m1ckeyb3rry]

HIII!! this is kokomicentral ur #1 sith fan!! 🙇🏽‍♀️💗 i’m sorry this is gonna be long. part of me wants to cuss you out and the other part of me should have expected this. my jaw dropped after reading friedrich...I AM HEARTBROKEN. it's bittersweet they confessed, but it also feels. i don’t want to say deceitful?? just sad for friedrich’s end knowing he was a rebound. not that i don't believe y/n has feelings for him, she definitely loves him sm ik she was just hurt. friedrich promised to stay in the program FOR HER and died protecting her it’s sooo ☹️ he makes my heart ache

our star of the show, colt my baby YOU SURVIVED I'M SO HAPPY YOU GAVE HIM A HAPPY ENDING!!! it hurts seeming them fall out, would it have been different if friedrich was still alive? :(( i love open endings and i'd like to think colt and y/n communicated their feelings in a healthy way/pace without the fear of death looming on them but realistically... i think they’d sadly stay as friends with mutual respect and love for each other 😭😭 right person wrong time strikes again kdjjs

and our devil in disguise y/n. she is the epitome of deserving more. she is resilient and ridiculously strong in all aspects. i never thought of myself as her when reading, i am farrrr from the person you’ve crafted her to be (maybe that’s good in some areas more than others KNDKA). i've always thought of her as her own person 🥹 just seeing the full circle from wanting to run away with the amatas to living with them in the end... my heart is warm. AND THE POMEGRANATES! THE FUCKING POMEGRANATES! OH YOU'RE SO INSANE. SHE REALLY DID COME BACK :(((

since this is not fully written out i am going to choose peace and tell myself this is not canon 😊 thank u x18472 for posting this, this brings 2021 me closure. love this LOVE YOU. to leave this on a happy note, here’s some fun angst songs i like to associate with our fav boys!! 🫶🏼🫶🏼

colt - little talks/of monsters and men

friedrich - footnote/conan gray

hadrian - the great war/taylor swift

HIII ALDJSJDHSB OMG I’M GOING TO TAKE THAT AS A COMPLIMENT!! brooo friedrich’s ending is so sad like i hope he had death flags the entire time but even still it’s so 😔 to think that he thought he’d live the longest and literally hated the thought but in the end he’s the only one who dies young

YESSS COLT MADE IT 🤩 agreed i think that they would definitely be friends again!! maybe not as close as they once were but they wouldn’t forget how much they loved one another either yk?? right person wrong universe ngl idk if those two ever could’ve ended up together as they were but in a better and more peaceful world they might’ve 🥹

SITH Y/N MY BELOVEDDD to be frank i agree i feel like the more i wrote her the more she began to feel like her own person and a very bossy one at that 😭 she’s the kind of character that WILL drag the entire plot down if you write her ooc so she’s always given me a bit of trouble but she always does end up carrying the story when i need her too!! going through her thought processes and mentality as she grows up in her conditions was probably one of my favorite parts of writing sith 🥹 she really does deserve more but all told i think she’s as happy as she can possibly be!! she even gets to eat pomegranates and live in athyae again it really is full circle with her

AHAHA i’m glad it could bring you some closure fr!! and thank you so much for reading, i said it before but it really did mean so much to me to get your comments back in the day 🙂‍↕️💖 and AHH LITTLE TALKS I LOVE THAT SONG!! truly is very sith coded…same with the great war…taste fr 🫡 ANYWAYSSS love you more and more!! thank you once more and i hope you’ll stop by every now and again and tell me how you’re doing 🫶🏻

[gaybananabread]

First I hope you’re doing good! Second, for a TOH request if I may, maybe something where Willow uses her plant powers to tickle Hunter? This can take place while they’re staying at Luz’s house. Maybe Hunter and Willow are gardening (like in that one scrapbook photo) and Willow decides to have a little fun. 💖 Take all the time you need or feel free to decline if you want 💖

Aww, thank you! I love this idea, it's so cute!

Lee: Hunter

Ler: Willow

Summary: Willow and Hunter are gardening together. A playful idea makes things 10 times better.

Warnings: Owl House spoilers! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!

This at Luz's house were... okay. It wasn't bad, not by a longshot, but it was missing things. Family, friends, knowledge, and more. But, in the backyard, things didn't seem too different. Willow was gardening, Hunter by her side. They were both in amazing moods, temporarily unbothered by the world.

The small garden was quiet and peaceful. Willow made quick work of the space, already setting up some mesh to keep out pests. Hunter had helped too, planting a few rows of flowers. They were currently watering the sprouts, adding a touch of fertilizer to each row.

They talked a bit, but for the most part, it was peaceful silence. "Hey Hunter, could you go back over the third row? I think I missed a few." He nodded, touching up some things. "Willow, can you make things other than vines?"

The question was random, but she happily answered it. "Yeah, I can pretty much grow anything if I try. Vines are easiest, and they help more in situations than other plants." To demonstrate, she grew some flowers around him. They were light colors, the flowers a bit fluffy. One raked up his arm, causing him to squeak and flinch away from the contact.

Willow cooed at the silly sound. "Aww, I forgot you were ticklish!" Hunter blushed at the statement, ducking his head. "Shush! It's stupid, not worth talking about!" When Willow had another flower brush his arm, obviously on purpose, he picked up some dirt, and promptly smooshed it on her arm. "Revenge!"

She gasped dramaticly, letting out her inner goober. "This calls for my secret weapon: tickle attack!" Raising her hands, she grew more of the fuzzy flowers, followed by her trademark vines. Some of the vines slithered around his wrists, holding them out by his sides, making a T. The rest poised themselves around him, along with the fuzzies.

With a flick of her wrists, they took action. The fuzzies nuzzled his sides while the vines wiggled on his neck and ears. He burst into giggles, twisting and turning to get away from the tickles. He remained stuck, the plants leaving him in stitches.

"WihiHIHIhilow! It tihiHIckles!" She giggled at his adorable whining. "That's the point, silly!" She scooted over to the giggly boy, smiling at his face. He was blushing, his face the color of a strawberry. He had the biggest, giddiest smile on his face.

Willow started poking his belly, adding to the tickles. "This is one of the cutest things ever! Your happy face is adorable!" He shook his head, his giggles becoming laughter. "NOHOHO IT'S NOHOT!" She wiggled her finger by his navel, sending his laugher up a notch or two. "NAHAHA! WHIHILOHOHOW"

She explored his torso, poking and prodding every inch she could. With her nimble fingers, the vines, and the flowers, Hunter was lost in laughter. It wasn't bad, not at all, but it tickled!

Willow could see that Hunter was reaching his limit. His laughter got breathier, tears of mirth coming to his eyes. She called off her plants, switching to gentle traces on his sides. His laughter calmed down to airy giggles, letting him regain his breath.

"Mehehean." His arms came to his sides, pushing at her hands. She let him push her off, figuring he'd had enough for one day. The sun was beging to set. Willow laid down, patting the ground next to her. Hunter's little giggles were all but gone when he joined her.

Willow smiled, laying her hand near his on the dirt. "You have a really cute laugh." He flicked her hand, blushing. She laughed, offering it to him. He took it, guiding their hands back to the ground. They laid there, watching the sunset. The Noceda house had its ups and downs, but these moments made it worth every second.

[bunni-bun]

[sobbing into my hands] ohhhhh that wedding was so lovely, i did forget for a moment that this show came out last year before the marriage ruling but god, it feels so nice to see everyone so hopeful all the way until now, when tin and charn can register their marriage legally 😭

fuck dude, i love weddings, that was tiny but so sweet and with the only people they ever needed because that's their little family. grandma, nam, aipon, maya, rose 🥺 the little plushies for tonkhao with the doll tin made for her. oh i bawled my eyes out for real 😭

and my babies!! my babies tan and thee, who are finally free, who can be together in peace, who can finally rest from the hell they've endured under tan's bitch ass father. cunt. good that he got jumped. my good boys truly deserve nothing but the entire world and to cuddle in bed watching movies together. wonderful, just utterly wonderful 🥰

this show was so fun, it was batshit and charn is the craziest motherfucker i've ever seen (affectionate) but he has an absolutely stellar darling of a husband in tin, goodest man in the universe 😭🥺💖 10000/10, this was great, thank you, Laws Of Attraction ♥️

[prettybubblesintheair]

I SCREAMED WHEN I SAW THE NOTIFICATION 💗💗💗💗💗💗

Ok so first of all you made me cry AGAIN, this was absolutely beautiful darling, like everything I wanted and even more, but let’s star from the beginning.

Ok so reading Feyd’s thoughts at the start, my poor heart, how he was all she betrayed me but I still look at her like she is a saint, how he still wants to know she is safe, HE LOVES HER SO MUCH AND MY POOR HEART CAN’T HANDLE IT.

You made him so weak that even after you stabbed him, all he could think about was your safety and your well-being. Every shaky breath he took, every slow beat of his heart as he fought to stay conscious—it was all for you.

Im sorry but I love him so fucking much, he is so ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 his love for HER 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 just WOW.

And then my poor baby hearing the blood pact, like his entire monologue there, him just quietly accepting his love, slowly dying, not knowing the future, just hearing the betrayal and him only thinking about that, the pain of knowing Paul mixed his blood first with her, the jealousy, the heartbreak, oooohhh I seriously ADORE HIM.

His heart hurts more than the wound you gave him as he imagine how you and this desert rat are now echanging each other's blood.

Oh to have someone who loves you to the point of madness like Feyd ☺️💗

I loved that we got to meet a spy, that she helped them and that she stayed with Feyd even knowing how he was going to react to her and the situation.

The whole poisoned dagger was amazing, I knew it something like that was gonna happen since last chapter, ofc he was gonna recognize her dagger, who was given to her by her love of her life 🥰❤️‍🔥 seriously everything she did was so HARKONNEN TO ME 👏🏻 Feyd should be sooo proud of her quick thinking.

Paul I just can’t stand him, I hate him, also like poor Chani he just doesn’t care, so happy he finally logged off from the world hahahahaha.

"Where are you going?" Your quiet, protesting whisper makes him freeze. After a while, he feels your warm hands on his shoulders as you pull him back into the soft sheets and into your arms. You cuddle up to him, wrapping your arms around him and burying your head in the crook of his neck. "Stay. We still have a lot of time before we land on Lankiveil, so you can spend it in bed with your wife. I doubt we'll find a moment of peace for ourselves when our little Na-Baron demands swimming lessons from you and a tour around the new planet, so use this little moment of peace."

I really thought you couldn’t write something that would make me love it more than HER DREAM with Feyd and their babies but oh boy I was wrong.

FEYD’s DREAM IS MY NEW ROMAN EMPIRE 💗

Can we talk about how SOFT it was, THAT BOY DESERVES SO MUCH BUT SOFTNESS IS GOT TO BE AT THE BEGINNING OF THE LIST 👏🏻

My heart was beating wildly reading it, her kissing him, telling him about their little na-Baron 😭💗 are you kidding me that’s sooooooo cuteeeee, and Feyd’s reaction - wait little na-Baron? Hahahaha so so adorable.

To HIS BABYGIRL BEING THEREEEEEEEEEEE TOO 😭😭😭😭😭 I needed that mental image of him holding her, being all panicked and afraid of hurting her, GOSH FEYD RAUTHA WHY ARE YOU SO PERFECT 😭💗 TO FEYDOR GOING TO THEIR ROOM, DEMANING HUGS 😭😭 noooo nooo nooo my poor weak heart. This was the most BEAUTIFUL THING EVER, I’m sooooo sooo in love with this 💖

Feyd can only watch tenderly as his little family falls asleep, curled up in each other's arms. And he believes that this is the best possible future that can await him. He doesn't want the throne. He doesn't want to become emperor. He just wants to be able to fall asleep and wake up with you in his arms and your children running around. It's all he dreams about.

The four of them falling asleep together hugging each other, oh, my heart hurts to think about kid Feyd and everything that happened to him, but soars thinking about EVERYTHING HE IS GOING TO EXPERIENCE in the future, all the love he is going to be surrounded with from his little family 💗💝💖 just perfection.

To then have him wake up into the reality and I have to say him being concerned about killing the spy bc how is it going to affect his right hand was adorable, yes he still hurt her a little but he made sure she got help so it’s all good 💗💗💗 HE HAS CHANGED SOOOOOOO MUCH, like seriously talk about character growth 👏🏻🥰

To the ritual, WOOOOOOW, I did not see that coming, like my mind thought of 10 different scenarios and neither was it hahahahahha, it was amazing, also so poetic to have her kill Paul in that way, NOT ONLY DID SHE KILLED HIM, SHE STOLE ALL HIS POWER, and everything in the name of HER AND HER BARON 😭💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

And more than 1 month she was fighting death, damn, and Feyd stayed BY HER SIDE THE WHOLE TIME 🫠 seriously this man is 😍

Him acting all hurt and angry but STILL HE CATCHED HER 😭😭😭😭 and was so gentle with her.

Her being all sassy and SO SURE OF WHAT SHE WANTS and that she no longer wants to waste time and just wants him 💗 1000000/10 yes honey goooo and get your man.

"I'll happily scream because of you, my Baron." You reply, placing your hands on his cheeks. You stroke his cheekbones with your thumbs, trying to memorise every little bit of his skin.

I loved how the roles reversed in that part this was all feyd being feral for her before and him acting like her trying to be serious, I am ABSOLUTELY IN LOVE 💗

That was so tender, such a precious moment between them, all the kisses everywhere, just so lovely and sweet.

"Because I decide about my fate. Not Bene Gesserit, not any Atreides, not you or anyone. Only me. And I want you. And love you. And need you. But only as my equal... and if you will have me."

Spoken like a true BARONESS - EMPRESS - LEADER 👏🏻💗

I screamed FINALLYYYYYYYYYYYY 😭💗💗💗💗💗 damn girl it took you forever hahahaha. And her TELLING FEYD SHE LOVES HIM OMFG and him telling her ABOUT DAMN TIME ☺️💗 ooooohh they are sooooooo precious together.

And FINALLY FINALLYYYYYYYY THEY WERE ABLE TO BE TOGETHER WITHOUT ANYONE INTERRUPTING THEM ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Omg it was so hot, soooo very them but tender at the same time, it was just perfection, such a beautiful scene and I’m so happy we got interrupted the previous times bc I’m sure it wouldn’t have been like it was here, soooo thank you for giving us this scene now when the time was right for them 💗💗💗💗💗

MINE. ONLY MINE

"I love you." Feyd whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple and tightening his grip around you.

❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 Feyd just 🫠🥵 I want to scream I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIIIIIIIIIIIIIM, again CHARACTER GROWTH was INSANEEEEEEEEE here, I’m obsessed with him, and them, and this story 😭💗

That's why you make sure that your first child will be a daughter.

Now this I WAS NOT EXPECTING, omfg, KATERINA IS COMING PEOPLE, he is going to be such a good dad, I loveeeee the fact he dreamt of her and Feydor already, I love that he already loves his family so much, HES TOTALLY A girls DADDY, can you imagine him being so precious and playing with Katerina, like playing with dolls, having tea parties, dressing up, she being his little princess, HIS LITTLE WARRIOR GIRL, oh he’s gonna be soooooo 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗 and then when his baby boy gets home doing everything again for him 😍💗💗💗💗💗

I’m sooooo soooooooo in love, this story was FUCKING PERFECTION DARLING, I’m amazed of the world you built, the characters, the relationships, ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING, this is going to be one of my favorite FEYD stories EVEEEEEER. This takes all stars all the awards, everything absolutely amazing and stunning, loved the drama, the betrayal, the sexiness, the feelings, the plot, the LOVE 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

Thank you thank you thank you THANK YOU for writing this and sharing it with us mere mortals 😭💗 it was such a fun and lovely adventure, IT WAS ALL WORTH IT, I did doubt you for a little bit when the betrayal took place but I had faith it was going to be ok at the end and it was SPECTACULAR.

Can’t wait for the epilogue, I’m so excited for it 👏🏻💗💗💗💗

Sending you alllll my loveeeeeeee and good vibes your way honey, I hope you have an amazing day, that you are happy bc you just made me SOOOO SOOOO FREAKING HAPPY 💗💗💗💗 that you are healthy and safe.

Our FEYD got his HAPPY ENDING with US 😭💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

Sorry for any grammatical errors I was so happy and excited and crying hahahaha

Right Hand VI

Pairing: Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x fem!exBeneGesserit! reader Summary: You're tired of listening to others and of being afraid of prophecies that don't make sense and that were made up by someone else. Your present belonged only to you. And hell knows, you're going to take your future too. Warning: 18+; violence; blood; Feyd Rautha; death; smut; I was listening to 'Down Bad' by Taylor and I used quotes from a few of them; TEXT NOT CHECKED - I' barely managed to write it on time' I've just ended it and wanted to post it for you, since you are waiting for it so long; it took me ages but I hope you will like it; Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen's Masterlist ~•♤♤♤•~ Main Masterlist ~•♤♤♤•~ PART V ~•♤♤♤•~ Epilogue ~•♤♤♤•~

Feyd rarely felt pain he didn't like. The years spent on Giedi Prime—or rather, years of enduring his uncle's methods of making him a true Harkonnen, his worthy successor—made Feyd love pain. He found pleasure in it—something he had to learn if he wanted to survive.

But it didn't bring him any satisfaction or pleasure when you pierced his chest with one of his swords. He feels pure pain. Anger, betrayal, and hurt.

He hates the way he falls limply to his knees in front of you. He hates that he still looks at you like you're a saint. He hates that he hopes you'll at least look him in the eyes, as if that would bring him some kind of salvation. He hates how lost he feels now and how he's slowly losing awareness of his surroundings. He hates that even though you stabbed him, all he can do is stare at you, clinging to the sight of you more than to his life.

"This will be the beginning of a wonderful alliance, Lady Y/N."

He feels you unhook your poisoned dagger from his arm. Feyd thinks you're doing it to finish him off. Poetically kill him with the weapon he gave you. He closes his eyes and waits for the final stab or throat slit. But nothing like that happens. He doesn't have the strength to turn around and see exactly what you're doing, but your words alone are enough for him to imagine the scene that is happening behind him.

"I may not be a Harkonnen, but I've picked up a few of their habits. If you want an agreement between us, show me your hand." After your words, he can hear a hiss from Atreides when you plunge the dagger into your joined hands, piercing them both through.

Feyd would have laughed mockingly if he hadn't spent all his energy on breathing slowly. He remembered explaining to you how contracts, such as arranged marriages, were sealed on Giedi Prime. The Harkonnens shook hands and pierced them with swords, thus signing a blood pact. This also applied to marriages and other such things. Blood bound them stronger than any words or signatures on paper. He cursed himself for the fact that, seeing your scared face at his words, he withdrew from this idea and decided to make a verbal agreement between you. He should be the one to bind you with his blood, not Atreides.

The steel in his body rubs against his lower ribs, but it does not damage any major organs. He tries to keep the sword in the exact same position you stuck it in, but he feels like he's going to faint from all the pain, the blood, and the fear for you that he feels now.

You made him so weak that even after you stabbed him, all he could think about was your safety and your well-being. Every shaky breath he took, every slow beat of his heart as he fought to stay conscious—it was all for you.

He just hoped like hell that you weren't lying a few moments ago, that this would all turn out to be just one of your games, and that you would soon end Atreides' life. But it's not like that.

"Let this blood be a symbol of our union." Your sweet, dangerous whisper reaches Feyd's ears.

He's raging with powerlessness and anger. That Atreides dog didn't deserve to mix his blood with yours. Only Feyd should be able to do this. Only his black blood should merge with your crimson, staining your joined hands as you swore allegiance to each other. His heart hurts more than the wound you gave him as he imagine how you and this desert rat are now echanging each other's blood.

If he hadn't been placed in such a vulnerable state by you, he would have ripped Atreides' heart out with his bare hands for daring to mix his blood with yours. A cold shiver runs down his spine at the thought of Atreides connecting with you in yet another way. A way Feyd was robbed too many times.

He tries to get up, but he doesn't have enough strength. All he can do is place his hands on the floor, trying to take the weight off his torso. The blade scratching his flesh bothers him much less than the fact that Atreides has the nerve to touch you or that you're blatantly ignoring him while playing whatever game you're playing right now.

"Leave him to me. I want… to repay him for all these years of fulfilling his wishes." The cool, composed tone of your voice that you used many times when the two of you dealt with inconvenient prisoners did nothing to inspire his hope or quench his rage.

You really betrayed him. You, of all people. How stupid and naive he was to believe you. He should have killed you the moment his eyes met yours. You were an intruder. A spy in disguise. His bittersweet end.

The door slams shut behind Atreides. Feyd hears your footsteps, the sand from your soles falling back onto the ground—the same ground where his black, thick blood is now flowing. You walk over to him; if he could focus enough, he would see the toes of your shoes.

You kneel in front of him, gently tugging on his head, causing him to rest on your shoulder. He can smell your blood dripping from your hand. You stain his head with it. Under any other circumstances, he would have appreciated how close you were to him, but now, with the sword rubbing uncomfortably against his insides, your touch doesn't bring any comfort at all. Even your lips pressed against his forehead cannot calm the volcano of emotions boiling inside him. But he is helpless. He is unable to do anything; he is completely surrendered to your grace. It wouldn't bother him a few hours ago. Now he hated it.

"I'm sorry." You whisper, then use the voice on him to tell him to fall asleep. When he drifts off to sleep at your command, he is already planning how he will take revenge on you. And hell knows you're going to pay him for it.

"He'll be furious." One of your spies comments as she helps you carry Feyd's body out of the sietch.

Inessa was the only Harkonnen woman you could reasonably trust. She's done your dirty work many times, but... never THIS. You somewhat understood her concerns, but currently, when you both had to carry Feyd through the Fremen corridors and go unnoticed, you didn't necessarily approve of it.

"I am aware." You reply, looking around. Inessa and you somehow patched up Feyd's wound. Now you had to either drag him to the surface yourself and hope that someone would find him in the chaos of the fight or leave him with some of his soldiers.

You didn't like any of these ideas. But you had to do what you planned if you wanted to regain your freedom, even if it meant that Feyd would hate you for it for infinity.

"Fucking angry. I'm serious, Y/N." Inessa warns you again. You roll your eyes at her, for a Harkonnen she was very fearful.

You remember how her hands were shaking a few minutes ago as you both stitched up your new Baron. It was a makeshift dressing and still required treatment by a doctor, but it was enough to get Feyd to the ship and back to base. During this time, you will take care of everything here. You hope that by the time he wakes up, you will have finished what you set out to do. Otherwise, you don't see your future well.

"Just get him out of here." You grumble, turning into a side corridor, and encounter Harkonnen soldiers fighting the Fremen as they kill the last of them, their eyes shifting to the two of you. You nod at them. Without a word, they approach you and take Feyd from you. Inessa looks at you, worried.

"What if he wakes up?"

"You stuffed him with painkillers, and I ordered him to sleep. He won't get up until you're back on the ship." The woman sighs and shakes her head, looking at you intently as you speak.

"Y/N. You've had some… creatively stupid ideas, but this one is the worst of them all. He won't give up. You know it. So why are you doing this?" She asks, taking you off guard for a moment.

She was right. You could have returned to the ship with them, gone back to the safety of Giedi Prime, and let Feyd fight Paul alone. You could have let go and stopped participating in a war that wasn't yours. But at what cost? You've been obeying someone all your life. Bene Gesserit. Prophecies. Feyd. It's finally time for you to deal the cards. And you will do it. In your and Feyd's best interests. You just hoped that he could… forgive you, or see the reasoning behind your actions.

"For myself. For my freedom. For us. This is the only way to end the matter of Atreides, Fremen, and Arrakis. The only effective way."

"Don't you know it yet? You will never be free. We women will never enjoy men's freedom. There will always be someone to whom you must submit. You can't change your fate."

"Then I'd rather die trying." You say, turning on your heel. You don't look back to see her reaction to your words. You had too little time.

The burning sensation on your hand only reminded you of running out of it. The dagger that Feyd gave you must have also had an effect on Atreides. You don't know how advanced he is in Bene Gesserit teachings, so you had to hurry before he detected the poison in his body. Or, God forbid, neutralise it.

You wipe your sweating forehead with the sleeve of your hand as your body begins to fight the poison slowly accumulating in your body. The antidote rested safely in a small syringe hidden in the handle of the dagger you kept strapped to your thigh. You just had to use it when the time was right.

You hope you will get everything done before you die.

You wander through the corridors without knowing where you are. You just have a feeling in the back of your head about where you should go. Besides, the escaping Harkonnens kind of showed you the way into the sietch.

Your hands are shaking as you slowly approach the main room—the one where the Fremen usually gather for large meetings and in case of an attack. Still, you thank Feyd for forcing you to attend the Harkonenn war meetings. At least now you are more familiar with the location of the Fremen's rooms and methods.

The closer you get to the main hall, the more Fremen women push past you, and you feel a little more confident walking through the crowd with them, confident that they are leading you to your place of harm in case of an attack. Even though the Harkonnen were already retreating from the area, some of them were still fighting the Fremen, who craved the blood on their swords and didn't let them just leave. You can only imagine the Feyd's wrath that they will have to face. His men didn't come... fully armed. Apparently it was supposed to be a quick action—get in and out with you, then launch a full attack and invasion.

You know that once he wakes up and heals up a bit, he's going to paint these halls with blood before he burns them to the ground.

Entering the main room, you immediately take a seat by the wall, watching all the Fremen gathering, carefully looking for Atreides among them. He probably had to make sure they "cleared" the halls from the Harkonnens. It makes you sick to think of them bragging about this as a victory over the Harkonnens. It makes you wish you had a little bomb with you...

"Are you already hiding in the shadows?" You shiver when you hear him whisper in your ear. You haven't learned to recognise his steps yet. They were irregular, different, and hard to detect and remember—as if he were constantly moving through the sand like a feather.

"The quicker I adapt, the better, right?" You ask, raising an eyebrow at him in challenge. He shakes his head in amusement and watches the Fremen gather with you. It's strange that somehow no one has noticed him yet.

"I'm starting to understand why my cousin kept you so close to him."

"Cousin?" You ask in shock, turning your head towards him so you can look at him. This time he ignores you, not shifting his gaze from the Fremen.

"A little surprise. Maybe we all have a bit of Harkonnen in us after all?" He banters without giving you any of his attention. You snort indignantly, looking at the gathering people again.

"You look tired." You comment, wanting to tease him. You can barely keep yourself from stabbing him with your poisoned dagger a few times. But since he was talking to you so... carelessly, it meant he couldn't detect the poison. Good for you.

"I always am. I will rest when I sit peacefully on the imperial throne."

You would laugh at him if you could. He might easily sit on the emperor's throne, but he wouldn't be able to hold power over all the families for long. Certainly not if you and Feyd had anything to say about it.

Your heart clenches as you remember the moment you stabbed him. You had to. There was no other way to get rid of him long enough for you to take care of everything here. Also, he wouldn't allow you to do that if he knew what you were up to. Besides, if you didn't stab him, Atreides and he would get into a fight. Unfortunately, you weren't that confident in Feyd's abilities. He would be in a state of distraction if your well-being was at stake.

Besides, Atreides' words convinced you of this decision more than anything else.

More than one great king fell under the intrigue of a lesser man.

If there was anything you could praise about Paul Atreides, it was his cunning. And you were sure that if Atreides was somehow going to defeat Feyd, it would be through intrigue and trickery. And then you weren't ready to save your baron. So you had to use drastic measures to get him out and allow yourself to function fully. You couldn't give Atreides any leverage or advantage over you. You certainly couldn't reveal what a weakness Feyd was to you.

"Hmm… you have to survive first." You answered thoughtfully. Out of the corner of your eye, you see him turn his head to look at you. His intense, analysing gaze makes you burn as you have to endure his unwanted attention.

"With such a talented Bene Gesserit as MY right hand? I have not the slightest doubt. You proved your loyalty by killing my cousin. I have no doubt that you are capable of great things. However... this sudden change of sides is shocking, I must admit."

"Why? Because I chose something better for myself? It was the same with Feyd. I could either stay among the Bene Gesserit and hope they wouldn't send me to breed with anyone, or I could take matters into my own hands. And I don't like blindly entrusting my fate to someone else, Atreides."

"I see... you look good with independence, Harkonnen witch, but don't forget who you answer to."

"Of course, Fremen messiah." The nickname you give him makes me chuckle. He reaches up and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. You look carefully at his bandaged hand, which you pierced with a dagger.

You find yourself comparing his hands to Feyd's. Harkonnen's hands were hard, rough, trained from years of using all kinds of weapons. Atrdida's hands were smoother, less stained by effort. Another difference between them was that Feyd would never let anyone bandage the wound you gave him. He would rather wear them proudly until the wound heals itself. You should think it's sick, but years spent by his side have taught you… to appreciate such gestures. Maybe you really had a completely different perception of normality?

Atreides' fingers trace your jaw, caressing it gently. You look into his eyes and immediately see the familiar gleam of audacity in them. He looked at you like you were a prize—a nice thing that he managed to take from his enemy, which he can now put on his bedside table and look at to remember his victory. Under any other circumstances, you would have bitten his fingers off, but unfortunately, you had to behave. But only for a moment longer.

"What do you think you're doing?" An angry, cold female voice echoes behind you. Before you know it, you're being pushed sideways against the wall. A dagger at your throat. You act automatically. You attack a woman, disarm her, and push her against a wall. But before you can put a dagger at her throat yourself, Atreides steps between you.

"What's necessary, Chani. I would suggest you not attack my guest." The woman glares at him, and for a moment, you think she's going to attack him or spit on him. Then her anger shifts to you.

"This Harkonnen witch has killed more of our people than any of them. She should be dead, not taken in as a guest." She growls furiously, giving you a distrustful, mad look. You understand her perfectly. If you were in her place, you would do the same. Only Feyd, unlike Atreides, couldn't stop you from hurting your rival.

"It's not up to you to decide her fate."

Chani gives the two of you one last hateful glare and pushes past Atreides, moving into the crowd, away from the two of you. You look at the woman carefully, analysing her gait and posture. Similar to Atreides. So you found his teacher.

"Your…"

"Concubine." He finishes, thus answering your question. You raise an eyebrow at him in surprise.

"I see."

"Jealous?" This time, you can't help but snort in amusement, giggling at his absurd question.

"I would sonner be jealous of a sandworm than of you. What is bewteen us is just an agreement. Don't forget that, Atreides."

"That's why I like you. Give me a moment. We'll talk later. Don't go anywhere. I will find you."

He puts his hand on your shoulder. You assume he thinks it's a gesture of reassurance, but it's not for you. You anxiously wait for him to move away from you so he can speak to the crowd of Fremen.

You shiver as you briefly make eye contact with Chani, who is standing at the other end of the room. She's still seething with rage. You're not entirely sure why she's so devoted to Atreides, but after thinking about it longer, you realise what her reason is for being so protective over him. You would probably do the same things for Feyd as she did for Paul. However, you would be... more ruthless towards your rival. You wave to the woman, smirking. She looks away from you, focusing her gaze on Atreides.

You study him as well, carefully observing him as he speaks to the Fremen. He is imperious and powerful, but also arrogant and conceited. His overconfidence that he acquired among the Fremen—the belief that he was the chosen one—will lead to his death. You will lead him to death. Otherwise, no one will stand a chance against him. He had one significant thing that could ensure his victory: a huge crowd of people who blindly believed that he would bring them salvation if they obediently followed his every request.

And maybe you would feel sorry for these people and try to help them if your own freedom and future weren't on the line.

You play with the handle of your dagger. You press a small button. A small ampoule with a needle falls into your hand. You hiss, injecting the contents of the ampoule into your arm.

Atreides was right. - You think, listening carefully to the man's speech to the crowd. - More than one great king fell under the intrigue of a lesser man.

The faint hum of the ship's engine gives Feyd a clear indication of where he is. He opens his eyes and looks around the room. He's in the bedroom of one of Harkonnen's ships. He sits up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, and looks at his bare chest. He furrows his hairless eyebrows in surprise when he sees no wound or bandage—just a tiny, sealed scar in the area where you pierced him with the sword.

"Where are you going?" Your quiet, protesting whisper makes him freeze. After a while, he feels your warm hands on his shoulders as you pull him back into the soft sheets and into your arms. You cuddle up to him, wrapping your arms around him and burying your head in the crook of his neck. "Stay. We still have a lot of time before we land on Lankiveil, so you can spend it in bed with your wife. I doubt we'll find a moment of peace for ourselves when our little Na-Baron demands swimming lessons from you and a tour around the new planet, so use this little moment of peace."

Feyd's heart skips a beat when he feels your lips brushing on the skin of his neck and hears you calling yourself his wife. He allows himself to drown in the warmth of your body and the feeling of your gentle touch on his skin. He buries his nose in your hair, shuddering slightly as you place small kisses on his neck and lick his skin, teasing him. However, one thing was still bothering him…

"Little Na-Baron?" He asks, confused, when you lazily stroke his head with your fingers, drawing patterns on its pale skin.

"Our son. I pleased you so well last night that you forgot about our son, or are you just not awake yet, darling?" You ask him teasingly, opening your eyes to look at him for the first time.

Feyd is speechless when he sees the spark of malice in your eyes and the beautiful smile you give him. Your beauty, the calmness with which you lie curled on his chest—as if it were the most normal thing you do every day—and the strange warmth that spreads across his chest because of it make him lose his ability to speak.

You giggle, pulling him closer to you and placing a tender, gentle kiss on his lips. You moan, enjoying the feeling of his plush lips, sucking on his bottom lip as you claim him as yours. Feyd feels himself starting to harden just from the feeling of your lips on his and the teasing movements of your fingers around his nipples.

"I…" He tries to speak, but then he hears the baby's soft whimpering. He tenses up, unaccustomed to any interaction with children.

His gaze goes from the cradle placed in the corner of the room to you in pure panic, as he has no idea what to do with the crying baby. But you don't seem to care about the baby crying as much as he does. You groan in protest and pull away from him, burying your face in the pillow.

"Mhm... go to her, it's your turn." You mumble, not giving him a glance, as you hug the pillow instead of him. He starts to be a little jealous, but that feeling fades away, replaced by panic as the baby's cries intensify.

"Now you're letting me go?" He asks, hoping you'll change your mind and take care of the crying demon in the cradle yourself.

"I simply found a better use for you elsewhere." He huffs, leaning towards you and ruffling your hair. You punch him in the chest and force him out of bed. He rolls his eyes at you and turns hesitantly towards the crib.

He feels his legs shaking and his heart beating with nervousness. Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen is stressed and nervous by a crying baby in a cradle. He breathes deeply as he stands over the cradle.

His world stops when his eyes meet small irises that are a similar shade of blue to his. And his heart stops when he sees a little copy of you. Your child is undoubtedly a reflection of you. She only has his eyes, but the colour of her skin and hair, the shape of her nose, mouth, and eyes are all you. Feyd's heart pounds as he stares at the small miracle before him. Suddenly, the sounds reach him again. Panicked, he takes the baby gently, making sure not to accidentally hurt her, and in a few quick steps, he is by your side again.

"I… I think it is hungry." He says, reaching out towards you to hand the baby to you as quickly as possible.

"Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen, did you just call our daughter it?" You ask angrily, sitting on the bed and looking at him furious. You sigh at his helpless expression and take your daughter from him. "Forgive daddy, Katerina. He doesn't usually behave like this." You mumble sweetly to the baby, trying to calm her down.

Miraculously, because Feyd can't call it anything else, you manage to calm down the baby in your embrace, her little lips pursing in dissatisfaction as she waits for you to feed her. Feyd swears she makes the exact same face you do when you're impatient or angry. His heart melts even more at the image in front of him.

Feyd sits on the edge of the bed, watching in fascination as you feed your baby. This scene seems... unreal to him. He had never experienced anything like this before—the feelings of warmth, safety, and boundless love and devotion that appear in him when he looks at the two of you.

He may have had vague memories of his mother singing bedtime lullabies to him and Rabban, but... he had never felt the way he did with you and your daughter. He had never felt that disarming feeling of home that made him allow himself to become vulnerable for the first time in many years.

He uncertainly reaches towards the child and gently strokes his daughter's head. The colour of her hair is identical to yours. Feyd's lips form involuntarily in a smile when the child reaches her little hand to his fingers, tightening his fist firmly. As she gently moves his hand away from her head, she does not let her grip on his fingers loosen. She was strong for a baby. She certainly had a warrior nature inherited from both of you. Feyd couldn't wait to train her...

He found himself thinking that all he wanted was to curl up in this bed with you and hold you safely in his arms before he would be brutally torn from this beautiful dream or vision.

He sits on the bed, looking at the two of you, when suddenly the bedroom door opens. The thud of small feet on the metal floor echoes around the room, and that's all the warning Feyd gets before the little white-haired boy lunges at him.

"Dad! Dad! We'll be there soon! I can't wait. Uncle Rabban told me that there are huge oceans that can swallow our ships if we land wrong! Is it true?" Asks the child, sitting on his lap and holding him tightly.

Feyd hesitantly wraps his arms around the boy, making sure he doesn't accidentally fall from his lap to the floor. His gaze quickly shifts to you in utter confusion. Rabban as a caring, mischievous uncle? What the hell was that supposed to be?

"Your uncle has a habit of distorting some facts, Feydor. I assure you we'll be fine. And Lankiveil is wonderful, isn't it, honey?" You ask Feyd, resting Katerina on your shoulder and making sure she burps.

"Yes. It is beautiful." He says, unconsciously running a hand through his son's hair as he looks at the three of you, unable to get over the shock and awe.

"I want a hug." Your son demands. You laugh as you pull him closer to you. When you see that Feyd isn't moving to join you all, you grab his hand and gently guide him back to the soft pillows. You lie there curled up, you with Katerina on your chest, Feydor between you and him as you wrap your arms around each other.

His son mutters something to his sister, but Feyd doesn't hear him. All he can do is stare at the three of you in amazement.

"Now sleep. Both of you. I don't want to hear any grumpy complaints about not getting enough sleep, okay, my boys?"

'It only happened once." Feydor mumbles, manoeuvring your and Feyd's hands to hug him tightly. "Besides, Dad was whining worse than me."

"I have no doubt that was the case. Your dad is a terribly fussy and grumpy man." You laugh and lean in to place a quick kiss on Feyd's lips. He strokes your waist, moving closer to you and your son as baby Katerina mumbles something in a language only she knows.

Feyd can only watch tenderly as his little family falls asleep, curled up in each other's arms. And he believes that this is the best possible future that can await him. He doesn't want the throne. He doesn't want to become emperor. He just wants to be able to fall asleep and wake up with you in his arms and your children running around. It's all he dreams about.

The younger Feyd would certainly laugh at him and mock him for such a trivial goal he had set for himself, but what more could he want with the title of baron and you by his side?

He saw perfectly well how the lives of his uncle and emperor turned out and knew the tragic fate of great people in power who decided to devote their entire lives to achieving the greatest possible influence. Feyd didn't want to follow in their footsteps. He wanted you. He realised, with horror, that this was enough for him—the vision or dream he had now was his ideal future.

"I love you." He whispers to your sleeping form before the darkness overwhelms him again.

He wakes up again on the ship, in the same room, and on the same bed. The difference is that your warm body is not pressed against his, and the throbbing pain from his stomach spreads uncomfortably throughout his body.

He groans, sitting on the bed and looking around. His hairless eyebrows wrinkle when he sees one of your spies with him. He automatically grabs the hidden knife and attacks your spy before she notices that he woke up.

"My Lord Baron, I can explain…" The woman says this as he presses the blade against her chest. She stops talking when he cuts off her access to the air by tightening his grip on her neck.

"Where is my right hand?" He growls, sticking to the remains of his control when he refrains from killing her. However, he does not stop himself from making a light cut on your spy's neck. Years of experience have proved that people were more willing to talk after he took some blood from them.

"It really wasn't my idea. She decided so. She knew that you would not let her do what she was planning, so she had to somehow... get rid of you from there, my lord Baron."

"Hm... that sounds like her, but... I would like to hear more about that plan of her. Say something useful and I might even spare your life." Feyd purrs, lazily dragging the blade down her neck to her collarbone, making a small cut.

He preferred not to hurt your toy too much. He didn't know how you would react to the loss of this particular spy. She must have been someone you trusted to entrust him to her.

But that didn't mean that Feyd couldn't land his anger at you on her for leaving him behind and completely unaware of your actions.

"Long ago, the Bene Gesserit had only one reverend mother. Their order was small then, but it was developing well. A certain ritual was invented to ensure that the most powerful of them was in power. It… is about the struggle of life forces. I don't know exactly how it's done, but… lady Y/N said that they both have to die for one of them to survive. She… she knew you wouldn't let her, so she had to make you leave that rat's nest so she could get the job done." A cold shiver runs down Feyd's spine. He needs a moment to compose himself and process your spy's words before he speaks again.

"They both have to die? What do you mean?" He asks, unconsciously tightening his already painful grip on the woman. His hand, the one holding the dagger, trembles slightly as he impatiently stares at her, waiting for an answer.

"I... they have to... they... their hearts stop beating and... the one who is stronger and has more life energy takes over the other's powers and survives."

"So... she may lose and die?" Fed sees your spy swallowing heavily after hearing his question. Thanks to this, he already knows the answer to it.

Strangely, instead of the huge, red fury and bloodlust, everything he feels is fear. Since he arrived at Giedi Prime, he has never felt fear. His uncle made sure that this emotion did not prevent him from reaching the ideal that his uncle demanded from Feyd. But at this point, when the vision of your dead body appears before his eyes, Feyd feels almost paralysed by fear of your life.

"There is... a little possibilty, my lord Baron."

This information is enough for him to make a decision. He stabs your spy in the stomach and allows her to sit on a bed. He reaches the exit in a few steps and opens the door with a bang. A doctor and two soldiers are waiting in the corridor. They look at him with fear in their eyes when he comes out, covered in blood. Before they can speak and probably inform him about his state of health, Fed is already growling at them and giving orders.

"Heal her and bandage her. She was only fulfilling my fiancee's orders." Fed tells the doctor. He is pleased with the surprise he sees on your spy's face. He intends to enjoy informing everyone about his 'engagement' with you. If you could have your plans, he could have some of his too. "Tell the pilot to turn back. And call more ours. We will burn these rats' nests to the ground."

With this promise, he leaves the room, ignoring the pain in his trunk. He must have found you before Fremen left with you for another hideout. He had to be fast and precise if he wanted to have you safe by his side. Maybe he should also ask the doctor for a sedative. Just in case you were stubborn enough to fight him instead of cooperating with him.

"What do you think?" Atreides' question catches you off guard for a moment. You stop watching the Fremen as they prepare to leave the sietch and shift your gaze to Atreides, raising an eyebrow in question. "About them. About my speech there."

"Are you looking for praise?" You mock, taking a closer look at what exactly he's putting into his bundle.

"I'm looking for a second opinion. Objective. Analytical and thorough." He replies, tying the fabric as he waits for your response.

"They will do whatever you want. Isn't that enough for you?" You ask, licking your lips as you choose your words carefully. You can see beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Paul wipes them away with his hand, not yet aware of the poison that courses through his veins.

You wanted to make sure as much as you could that when the moment came to defeat him and take his life force, there would be no shadow of a doubt that you would emerge victorious from the duel between you. After he went through the Reverend Mothers ceremony, you could try to perform the old ritual of reclaiming power between you two. This hasn't been done for centuries. So you hoped that everything you remembered from the old scrolls was true and that Atreides wouldn't surprise you with anything.

Even if he was a Kwisatz Haderach, you're still going to defeat him. No one and nothing will decide your fate.

"For now, yes. But in the future, I will need their full devotion. After all, I won't be the one to rule them on Arrakis." You raise your eyebrows questioningly, curious as to what his big plan for the future might be.

"Who do you want to entrust them to?"

Silence falls between you as you both look at each other intently. You know he's judging you, wondering how much he can tell you and how much he can hide from you. And you have to be convincing enough to gain even a little bit of trust from him. You know that stabbing Feyd helped you a lot with that. No matter how much it hurt you to do it.

"To be honest, you have the best skills to serve as Governor of Arrakis. The only question is, will you be equally faithful to me?"

"Me? Why?"

"They're already afraid of you. Besides, I saw your power—you're quite a powerful Bene Gesserit. Even if you don't like being called that, you can't cheat or change your destiny, no matter what."

"But... it is not all about power and fate, though is it?" You ask, slowly approaching him. "It is... something more there. Much more than we know." You whisper, looking at him with your most captivating gaze. Feyd would have killed him and tortured you if he saw you flirting with someone else... but luckily he wasn't here. And you had to somehow lower Atreides' guard.

"Indeed." He mumbles back and takes a step towards you. His fingers gently caress your jaw, tracing it until his fingertips brush against your lips. "My mother told me legends about the birth of the most powerful of the Bene Gesserit. A woman who could bring thousands to their knees with a wave of her finger, tamed the most bloodthirsty of all beasts. Stilgar... has suspicions that you may be the mother of the one, the one to come. Of course, this conflicts with his perception of me as the chosen one."

He spoke the truth. You were the most powerful of the Bene Gesserit. But not because you were born according to their program. You simply had potential, and they had way too much time and no obstacles to train you differently. You were supposed to be their perfect pawn in their game, to provide them with the Kwisatz Haderach. And now… you will kill the one who was supposed to be him.

"Even so, you don't lose power. They still listen to you. More than anyone else." You say, shifting your gaze from his eyes to his lips. He licks them, holding your jaw tightly as he leans slightly towards you.

"I may be my father's son, but I'm not going to make the same mistakes. You know, it is much safer to be feared than loved because... love is preserved by the link of obligation which, owing to the baseness of men, is broken at every opportunity for their advantage; but fear preserves you by a dread of punishment which never fails."

"The prince Machiavelli." You say, knowing a quote from the book. You're a little surprised that he would read something like that. He also seems amazed that you know what book he took these words from.

"Indeed. Hmm... Maybe you're not that cruel and bloodthirsty Harkonnen witch people think you are. After all, you're a bit educated." Under any other circumstances, you would have kicked him in... his tender place for this. But now you have to smile sweetly, comforting yourself only with the thought that he will soon die at your hands.

"Believe me, Atreides. I am everything they talk about and more." You mumble before leaning in to connect your lips in a kiss.

Kissing him is… different from kissing Feyd. Less intense, less hot, and less passionate. With him, you don't feel that familiar thrill of excitement you feel every time Feyd literally devours you. This kiss is... too polite. There's not an ounce of desire in him, at least not on your part. You try to be persuasive, though, caressing his lips, but it's not the same plush softness of Feyd's lips. Your mind refuses to be fooled, and you realise with horror how deeply your new Baron has managed to get under your skin when you haven't been able to enjoy the kiss of any other man.

Atreides reaches for your hips, pulling you closer to him as he deepens the kiss, moaning into your mouth. At least he was the only one having fun out of the two of you. You place your hands on his shoulders, slowly pulling your hidden dagger from your sleeve as you let the man kiss you and explore your body with his hands.

You almost sigh with relief when his lips finally leave yours. He moves to kiss your neck, and you decide that this is the moment to start the ritual.

"Stay still. Don't move or speak." You use the voice on him. He stiffens in an instant, his eyes widening slightly as the steel of your poisoned blade presses against his neck. "You were right. It's better to make them afraid of you than to love you."

Out of the corner of your eye, you see him grab his hidden knife. But before he can stab you, you place your hands on his temples and recite the old formula, beginning the ritual. You feel yourself slowly starting to lose strength. You both kneel to the floor, life draining from the two of you.

It has begun. - you think as darkness takes over you.

This... is different from what you expected. Nowhere is it written what happens after the connection between the brains of the Bene Gesserit combatants is made. Or what kind of test are the two of you being put through to find out which one of you is stronger. You thought you and Atreides would stand in some imaginary arena and fight until one of you killed the other.

At least you would prefer this to the burning pain that overwhelmed you. You feel like you're immersed in pure, wild fire. All your nerves were burning. You felt your body, but at the same time, you were far from it. And all you could see and hear was blackness, screams, whispers, and songs in a language foreign to you. You feel like you've gone mad. Any pain you've felt doesn't compare to what you're going through right now.

You feel every cell in your body tear apart, and at the same time you remain in a void, unaware of anything except the feeling of pain.

But you endure it.

And suddenly, everything disappears. For a moment, you feel or hear nothing. It's just you and your consciousness as you anxiously await the turn of events.

Then various images begin to appear before your eyes—visions of the future and the past. You see every possible course of events that could occur and every single scenario that may happen. In some visions, both you and Feyd die; in others, it's just him or you; and in others, you both live to old age together. One element is constant. Only one. And you shudder every time you see the familiar figure of your future son ascending the throne as the Emperor and taking care of the entire world, restoring balance and peace.

All of Atreides' power has passed onto you. You knew everything. All possible futures. And they scared you more than you thought they would. And you feel completely different than you thought you would...

After some time and tens of thousands of visions, you return to your body. You begin to feel everything around you—the soft sheets beneath you, the softness of the pillow beneath your head, and the quiet beeping of the machines keeping you alive.

You struggle to open your eyes, hissing as the light hits your eyes. You look around, expecting to find a familiar hospital room, but instead you find yourself in Feyd's chambers. On fucking Giedi Prime.

"Welcome among the living." Feyd's hoarse voice reaches your ears. You turn your head towards him—too quickly, making you feel a little dizzy—but you open your mouth to speak anyway.

You have a terrible coughing fit, and your throat is drier than it has ever been on Arrakis. As you curl up on Feyd's bed, coughing up your lungs, you see him quickly fill a glass of water from the corner of your eye. He sits next to you, pulling you against his chest. You lean your back against him and drink the water greedily.

Feyd gently strokes your back, watching carefully as you drink the water. His gaze is watchful and attentive as he makes sure you drink the last drop from your glass.

When you finish, he takes your glass and walks over to the table to set it down. A cold shiver runs through you as you feel the absence of his presence. You remember how the last time you saw him, he was unconscious and injured. Because of you.

"I was more expecting to be chained to a wall in a prison cell. Or to have your harpies hovering over me and waiting for you to cut me up for them." You say jokingly, teasing him. But he doesn't laugh. You see him tense at your words before he slowly turns to face you.

"I had such an idea in my mind a month ago, when I found you pale as death in the arms of the equally dead Atreides. But I guess enough time has passed for me to get over it… or I just killed enough Fremen and doctors and Bene Gesserit women who couldn't bring you back to calm myself down."

"Month?" You ask, swallowing thickly as you bravely endure his stern glare.

"Mhmm… a month, two weeks and five days to be precise. This whole time, you were either losing your pulse or screaming until your throat was torn. Also, you had a fever that we barely managed to break down, and you were pronounced dead a few times, but who cares, right?" He asks casually, but you can clearly see the rage bubbling inside him despite his obvious concern for you.

"Oh… that's… a while."

"A little bit more than a while." He growls at you, playing with his dagger—the exact same one he gave you. You shudder as you see how much the blade has bent from the blood of the people you used it on.

"What about Atreides?" You ask, confused, wondering if it was really a good idea to bring this up now. Especially since he is playing with a poisoned dagger in his hands. And you used up the antidote to it (apparently) a month ago.

"I have his head. Do you want it on a silver platter, or should I just frame his tongue and hang it on the wall? Maybe right next to yours for being a liar and a traitor?" He asks furiously. But that's not what scares you the most. He's calm. Too calm and composed. And this was often how his anger manifested itself before he killed his victims.

"I... you know perfectly well that I had to do it. If I had done it differently, his... skills would have been lost. And I... now I see everything. I can prevent everything, I can make everything fine. Isn't that a big advantage for you? Have an oracle next to you?" You ask, slightly nervous about what he's going to do next.

"Depends on what this oracle wants to show me and what it doesn't want to show me. But since you know everything and the entire future, you probably know what I will do now." He says and heads towards the exit.

Your heart clenches, and you feel an inexplicable panic as you see him walk away from you. You can't stand how cold he was towards you. You have to do something. You can't just let him go.

"Feyd." You call after him and get out of bed to follow him. When you're on your legs, you lose your balance, and you would have fallen to the floor if Feyd hadn't caught you in his arms.

You dig your fingers into his shoulders, holding onto him as you breathe quickly. You look at each other for a moment, allowing yourself to immerse yourself in the closeness of the other one.

Feyd places his hand under your knees and picks you up in bridal style. He puts you on his bed again and pulls away to leave. You grab his elbow tightly and hold on, forcing him to stay by your side as you give him a desperate, pleading look for him not to leave you.

Feyd sighs, sitting next to you on the bed. He leans towards you and rests his forehead against yours. He closes his eyes, brushing his nose against yours. And you feel really calm for the first time in years.

"You have no idea... I have killed men for smaller things than that. The only reason you're still alive... is because I prefer to destroy you myself. Without the help of any sick rituals or poison. You'll be begging me to kill you, little witch. I'll make you go through the same damn pain you put me through. You'll be begging me to stop making you scream. Oh, and I'll make you scream much louder than becasue of this stupid ancient ritual."

You know he's mad at you. And he has every right to do so. But you can't take his words seriously. Not when you have irrefutable proof of the depth of his feelings for you. As he said, he killed for less. If he wanted to, he would have gotten rid of you or hurt you by now. But he didn't.

"I'll happily scream because of you, my Baron." You reply, placing your hands on his cheeks. You stroke his cheekbones with your thumbs, trying to memorise every little bit of his skin.

"I… I'm serious." He growls at you. He places his hand on your neck and squeezes it gently. You smile and press a kiss just near the corner of his mouth.

"Me too. Do it. Show me how loud you want me to scream for you." You challenge him, placing small kisses on his face.

"Y/N... I should have killed you ages ago, woman. You poisoned my mind, you stabbed me with a sword, you left me alone to deal with the mess you made, you forced me to worry about you while you slowly died in front of me day by day, and I couldn't do any-fucking-thing. So tell me, how can I get past this? Why is it that all I want to do is fuck you until I feel like you're really alive and around me?"

You bite your lip, trying not to moan at his words. You lick your lips and lean towards him, kissing him. He moans into your mouth and tries to pull away from you, but you grab his neck and pull him towards you. Your heart speeds up as your lips caress his as you give all of yourself to him in that kiss.

You gently massage his scalp and lie down on the pillows. You pull him with you as he starts to kiss you back. You moan into his mouth, wrapping your legs around his hips. He pulls away from you with a growl and presses his forehead against yours, trying to calm down for your sake. After all, you had just woken up... too bad his cock wasn't as sympathetic to you as you rubbed against him.

"I… my mother was a Harkonnen, you know? Maybe that's why I was so drawn to you. Like calls to like or something like that." You gasp, remembering the memory you saw. Feyd furrows his hairless eyebrows in surprise. A shiver runs across his skin, realising the power you've taken from Atreides.

"What else do you know?" He asks, caressing your cheek. You turn your head and press a kiss on the palm of his hand. You surprise him even more, but he's not going to protest when you show him affection. This was very rare in his life, and the fact that this small, voluntary gesture of adoration was coming from you made him even harder.

"That I don't want to lose you for some visions that may or may not happen. That you love me and that these months have been torture for you. That you hated me as much as you needed me to come back to you. That I… only want to think about us. I only care about our future, and I'm willing to watch this world burn if it means I can hold your hand until the end. with no fear that fate will make us hate each other. That I want you to be the only prophecy I care about."

"What about your escape from fate? You never wanted… to be part of this Kwisatz Haderach thing. Will you run away from me when you see that the path we are following leads inevitably to what you were so afraid of?"

His doubts are absolutely right. But that doesn't change the fact that you need him close to you right now. That you need his reassurance that everything will be fine, not his resentment. And you know it was wrong of you to demand from him things like that, but... nothing about your relationship was healthy anyway.

"Fuck it if I can't have us. Fuck it if I can't have you." You say and pull him in for another kiss. He moans in shock into your mouth but quickly responds to you with equal passion. You gasp as he grabs your waist tightly and lifts you up, making you sit on his lap.

"You said you love me." He gasps as he slowly removes your nightgown that he dressed you in himself.

"I did... I also stab you." You say as your hands reach up to start undressing him as well.

"You did. And you killed Atreides." He purrs against your jaw, placing kisses and hickeys there.

"I did." You groan, your hands shaking as you try to get rid of his clothes as quickly as possible.

"You handed me over to our people."

"I did. You are quite heavy." You giggle as he blows on your neck, tickling you, before sinking his teeth into it. You dig your fingers into his back, pulling him close to you.

"Why did you do this?" He asks, pulling away from you to look at you carefully, gauging your reaction, making sure you were always on his side, and doing everything for your mutual good. For his good.

"Because I decide about my fate. Not Bene Gesserit, not any Atreides, not you or anyone. Only me. And I want you. And love you. And need you. But only as my equal... and if you will have me."

"I won't let you go anymore." He warns, laying you down on the bed and towering over you.

"I will never want to leave." You promise, looking into his icy blue eyes and stroking the scar on his lower stomach—from the wound you gave him.

"Good."

"Good."

"Say it again."

"Good?" You ask teasingly, pressing kisses to his neck and giving him a few hickeys, marking him as yours with more than just his scars.

"No. You know what."

"I love you."

"About damn time." He growls, devouring your mouth. You moan as he bites into your lower lip. You both don't hold back anymore. Feyd marks you like a map, as if he wanted to memorise all the sensitive places that made you moan and writhe in pleasure, pressing into his muscled body.

You forget for a moment the whole world, everything you've done for him, everything you both should have discussed—all you can think about is Feyd. About wanting to be closer to him, about needing him as desperately as he needs you. So how can Feyd resist you when you're so willing to take him in? When he had dreamed of this moment for years? When can he finally satisfy his desire for your body?

He trails his kisses lower, gently taking your nipple into his mouth and cupping your other breast, massaging it. You moan, scratching his scalp, throwing your head back against the pillows, and grinding your hips against his.

You're both starting to get annoyed by the underwear that's preventing you from clinging to each other the way you want. Feyd rips your panties off of you, wasting no time in pushing his fingers into you. You whine, thrashing around on the bed, wanting more and yet too sensitive for anything else. You open your eyes and gasp at the sight of his full, erect length rubbing against your thigh. Feyd pinches your nipple, making you moan and shifting your gaze to him.

"Eyes on me, little witch."

"But... ach!" You moan as his fingers speed up inside you, tears forming in your eyes as your hips move in time with the rhythm of his fingers as you chase your orgasm.

"Listen to your Baron. Eyes on me." He pauses to slap your pussy. You moan, biting your lower lip. "And don't hold back any sounds. Or I'll punish you like I should have since you woke up."

It's very hard to keep your eyes open for him. Especially when his fingers massage your clit so perfectly and fill you up. You reach your hand to his hard cock on your thigh and rub it gently.

He growls, kissing you hard and punishingly, as you try to speed things up and make him lunge at you in a frenzy of lust, when he wants to tease your pussy and punish you accordingly first.

For a month he waited by your bedside, bravely holding you through the stages of your screams and high fevers, making sure you were alive, breathing, and your heart was beating in a rhythm he had memorized. He deserves to have some fun with you...

"Feyd... please..." Your moans, the kisses you place on his jaw, and the way your fingers caress the scar on his muscled stomach—the one you gave him yourself—make him lose his restraint, which was already frail and weak. At least that's how he explains his desire to immediately fulfill your wish.

His arms wrap around you tightly as he gently pushes into you, making sure his entire alabaster length will fit inside you. He stops, cursing in his tongue and resting his forehead against yours as he gives you a moment to adjust to his length. Finally. He finally feels you all around him. And you're tighter than he dreamed.

"Damn… you little witch…"

"I know..." You gasp, wrapping your arms around him, and kiss him hungrily, basking in the feeling of fullness as his length perfectly fills the void inside you. It's warm. It's nice to feel him so close to you. It's nice to be with him. You moan as he starts to move slowly, testing how far he can go.

Feyd growls, picking up his pace when you don't protest, his hips bucking wildly against yours, and you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer.

He grips one of your hips and cups your cheek with the other, making sure your eyes are focused on him. He kisses away the tears streaming down your cheek, licking them off your face. He kisses you fervently and hungrily, catching every moan and grunt you make as his hips grind against yours. A wet sound echoes through the room, occasionally interrupted by a moan from either of you as you finally come together in the most primal, animalistic way, demanding each other.

"Mine. Only mine." Feyd growls into your neck; his thrusts are faster and more precise, making you bite your lip to hold back your moans, but he doesn't let you do it for long. He wants to feel and hear all of you. He wants to revel in his victory. That's why he kisses you, biting your buttom lip to the blood. He pulls away and leans his forehead on yours as he listens to the little sounds you make as he fucks the brain out of you. "Can you feel how deep I am? How well am I filling you? You will be a beautiful Baroness. Fuck. My future wife. The mother of my children." He moans in your ear. You don't answer; you take ragged breaths, listening to the squelch of your joined bodies echoing around his chambers.

"You were meant for me. Just like I was for you. I will never let you escape again, I will never again let you out of my sight for more than a second, I will never again let you fight against the world and fate alone. We are the two sides of the same coin... WE. ARE. UNITY." He growls, making one last few hard pushes into you, making you both cum. He captures your lips in a kiss, muffling both of your screams as you fall apart around him, feeling his warm seed flood your womb.

You shake, wrapping your arms around him tightly, trusting him to hold the weight of both of you as you see nothing but white light in your orgasmic haze. You can't feel your legs, but you know you're still clenching them tightly around him. Your mind is empty; you feel amazing, electric bliss.

And for that moment you knew what cosmic love really meant. And you would fight with anyone to be able to experience it whenever you wanted.

"I love you." Feyd whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple and tightening his grip around you.

He slowly pulls out of you and collapses next to you, still holding you in the iron grip of his arms. You lazily snuggle into him and trace the scar you gave him with the fingertip of your finger. Guilt grows within you, and for a moment, you think that he purposely allowed this scar to remind you of what you did.

You decide to talk to him about everything tomorrow. It was just the two of you for now, and you were going to enjoy this as long as you could. You place your head into the crook of his neck and take his hand in yours. You tangle his other hand in your hair and snuggle into him, sighing as you feel his touch, warmth, and scent around you.

You both fall asleep cuddled together. And for a moment, you allow yourself to be in bliss of his touch and closeness, not worrying about any politics or issues that you should discuss instead of... giving in to something you have wanted for a long time.

From now on, you decide your fate.

Only you and Feyd.

That's why you make sure that your first child will be a daughter.

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[someone1348]

Do you have any favorite dynamics whether it be for tickles or just in general? Can be for ROTTMNT, Ducktales, or whatever you want! 💖 Hope you’re well!

YOU ARE AMAZING! I hope you are doing well too my friend! 💖 I do I have a lot for both so bare with me!

Rottmnt:

My favorite duo in general is Mikey and Donnie! The B Team!!! They are the sweetest pair! And I'm a huge Mikey kin so their dynamic brings me peace and happiness

Donnie is Mikeys biggest supporter vise versa and it's just so sweet

Also Mikey being the only one he's fully comfortable with giving him hugs

Mikey being Donnies biggest comfort like ah!

Mikey looking up to Donnie because he practically raised him all by himself, yes!

I love them so much!

My favorite duo for tickles is Leo and Donnie the Disaster Twins! In both ways as well whoever is the ler it's the best regardless, switch them too, even better! They are both so incredible and deserve the world!

They are so chaotic I love it

But also the soft side to them both is the sweetest thing and I absolutely live for it!

Underrated pair that I love so much that I just had to mention too is Leo and Mikey! Their dynamic is so incredible! My sweet boys! This goes for both things too tickles and non tickles! They are a great pair!

Mikey going to Leo as his personal protector whenever he's scared

Leo supporting Mikey in everything

They're so precious!

Ducktales

My All time favorite Duo is Louie and Huey! They are the best brother pair I swear! Don't get me wrong I love all the triplets together (and Dewey is my highest Kin!) BUT! Their dynamic holds a special place in my heart!

One of Hueys Favorite 30 things is making sure Louie is having fun and its the first thing he writes on every single one of his checklists as he makes them! It's the sweetest thing ever!

Louie is the most easily frightened of the three too so he's always running to Huey vise versa when Huey gets overstimulated he's running to Louie for help

They both encourage each other all the time

They both use each other's help for schemes

Louie knows what makes Huey the most happy!

They just so great!

Tickle wise for these two:

Louie is the most ticklish and is tickled by everyone but if he ever wants to be tickled he'll go to Huey first

Huey has claimed himself to be "Louie's personally tickle monster" and he's always met with the youngest lightly pushing him and red face hiding in his hoddie going "stop that's so embarrassing don't say that out loud"

I know for a fact Louie tickled him to make up for what happened on Halloween (a future fic hint lol!)

And Huey gave him some cheer up tickles whenever Louie is upset (I'm forever a Della Duck hater I don't care! /hj /lh)

Huey and Louie are oldest and youngest brother goals it's insane

They have definitely teamed up on Dewey

Huey has also come to Louies rescue if he's in a tickly situation

They're so perfect! My sons! /p /gen /pos

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Was this too long lol Oops!

-K :]

[bittersw33t-lotus]

Time Will be Frozen for Us

C! Technoblade x Fem! Reader

Cw: You and Techno got kids, some smut mentioned, techno wanting kids, fluff, female reader

Summary: Just a little domestic home life with Techno and your children

Edited? No

(I FUCKIN LIVE FOR SABRINA CLAUDIO😭💖)

(Italics are lyrics)

If we could live in this moment

And just hold it

For once in years the waves of chaos in the smp had finally died down, only the sounds of the soft waves washing up the beach, birds chipping, light wind blowing against the cabins in the tundra. Inside one of those cabins was a family, soft snores echoing through the halls, children were sleeping soundly in their own rooms and in the master bedroom laid the parents.

Keep my head on your chest

I'll never leave this bed

You head rested on his bare chest hearing the beats of his heart, the calming snores that escaped from him, and the feeling of the sun warming your skin in the cold winter surrounding your home.

The flowers will be blooming

The leaves will be turning

And snow will be falling

While we're making love

Through all the seasons every morning still had the same sense of euphoria in the air. Weather he’d wake up first or you you’d stare at each other’s beauty and admire each other. It’s even more special as you admire each other during your most vulnerable moments in bed.

And the sun will be shining

The flowers still are blooming

Then leaves will turn again

But time will be frozen for us

From the moment you first met Techno, to every milestone in your relationship time always seemed to stop especially the moment you two became expecting parents.

Time will be frozen for us

Time will be frozen for us

When you and Techno became official chaos ceased in the smp. Everyone was finally happy, Dream finally got justice get deserved, Wilbur finally changed his ways and became the father Fundy always needed, Quackity finally had a happy ending, everyone was at peace, and no problems disrupted the joy.

Cover the window and come uncover me

Let's forget the world even exists

Cause nothing compares to this

When it came to starting a family you and techno were very weary about starting one, but Phil encouraged the idea since the man had been longing for another grand baby for the longest time. The moment you found out you were expecting you were all happy however Techno was still not fully on board considering how paranoid he was. Just waiting for someone to break the chain of peace and cause another never ending cycle of destruction upon the smp but it wasn’t till your sweet boy, whom you both named Eros, was born that he threw all his previous thoughts out the window, held his tiny form in his two large hands that Eros fit so snuggly in was when Techno began to focus more on his forever family that he started. This was the baby you made to together with love, you’ll both watch him grow old and do the things he loves, grow as a human and explore the world and start a family of his own. This was his son. Parenting wasn’t so easy but Techno would trade the world just to stay in this moment forever. Of course occasionally the two of you were so worn out that Phil had to step in at times and give the two of you a well deserved break. Speaking of Phil, he was on cloud nine the moment you went into labor, of course he contained himself as you went through all that hard work and pain but after everything died down and the golden hour happened he saw just how much being a father fit Techno, he knew he’d be the best father, better than him for sure. Phil also cried as he held your baby. Tommy and Wilbur teased Techno SOOOO much he really said: “hold my baby rq-“ and proceeded to almost cease the two of existence. But all in all they gushed over the baby and of course Tommy pledged to be the best uncle obviously with a few cuss words in it cause that’s the ‘tommyinnit way’ but Techno quickly shut him up and would definitely not be letting Tommy babysit for as long as he lives.

The flowers will be blooming

The leaves will be turning

And snow will be falling

While we're making love

Everyone including you thought that you would only have one child and that was it. Especially after all the hours of hell you went through to bring her into the world, but with the help of Techno, Nikki, Hannah, and Puffy by your side you eventually got through it. Of course during those moments Techno grew extremely worried for you and the baby but Phil got him though it and got him to help support you, he also admired the beauty of bringing life into the world and how strong you were though it all. You thought Techno was done and satisfied with one child but it wasn’t till after Eros turned five was when one night, Techno suspiciously had Phil take Eros to sleep over at his house next door. He knew of your growing suspicions but he quickly told you that ‘He wanted to spend the night with Grampza.’ So you believed it, once you had finished your nightly routine, you had slipped into your shared bedroom with techno thinking he was asleep only to not see him in bed, suddenly the door closed behind you and you were being pinned against the door. You were met with his bare chest and looked up to see him hovering over you, being caged in by his arms, he looks down to you making you feel really small compared to his huge form, his red crimson eyes glowed a bright pastel pink, and you could feel his body heat radiating off of him. Seeing him like this and being in this position could only mean one thing, his heat. What he said caused time to freeze once again. “Do you want another baby?” He asked his voice dripped with a tone that made your knees lock and you felt your face heat up. You had been thinking about having another child but you were too shy to ask Techno not wanting him to drive away from you for your want to expand you family. The moment you said yes, the rest of the night became a daze.

And the sun will be shining

The flowers still are blooming

Then leaves will turn again

But time will be frozen for us

Once you announced your pregnancy everyone was surprised, mostly at the fact that Techno would want another kid. The baby was born and it’s a boy, Techno named him, Theseus, to which Tommy objected to naming him that because of past conflicts that happened between him and Techno. You swore that Techno was done but next thing you know 2 years later you’re giving birth to your baby girl, Amethyst, who you named.

Time will be frozen for us

Time will be frozen for us

Now here you both were. Lying in bed, enjoying being in the moment. Lying in silence, Techno woke up a few minutes after you and just lied there stroking you hair and shoulders gently as you traced random shapes on his chest. Everything was perfect.

The flowers will be blooming

The leaves will be turning

And snow will be falling

While we're making love

The quiet didn’t last long till 9 month old Amethyst began to cry from her nursery. “Mooooom, Daaaaaaad” Theseus called from his room complaining about Amethyst disturbing his sleep. You and Techno both sighed and began to start the day. Phil came over, had breakfast with you all, and he entertained Theseus and Amethyst. Tommy, Wilbur, and Fundy later came over, Tommy, Fundy, and Eros went on to build a tower, and Wilbur joined to keep an eye on the three around the afternoon Ranboo and Tubbo came over and brought Micheal along, the platonic husbands conversed with you and Techno about raising children’s md the difficulties, as Micheal and Theseus played together in the snow upon Phil’s supervision as he and Amethyst played with Phil’s crows.

And the sun will be shining

The flowers still are blooming

Then leaves will turn again

But time will be frozen for us

As you looked around the full house you realize that this was your family, not just the ones you created but the ones you’ve gone through ups and downs with for years, years of building relations ships and trust, years of slowly becoming a family no matter the differences , you all planned and vowed to be their for one another, help each other out and protect each other. This was your family and you were so lucky to be apart of it and create it.

Time will be...

Looking out the window you watched your boys and baby girl before Techno came behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist resting on your stomach. Resting his chin on top of your head you both stood there with a smile and placed your hands atop of his. “You know,” Techno spoke out to you quietly. You hummed for him to continue as you reached on hand up to feet his cheek and jawline feeling his stubbles of his facial hair. His arms tightened around you as he leaned down to reach your ear before talking in a low tune for only you to hear. “Three more devil spawns wouldn’t be so bad.” You froze before escaping his grasp and staring at your husband with horror etched onto your face. Techno laughed as he clenched his stomach as you lightly smacked his shoulder doing absolutely nothing to him and he laughed more. “Joking,” he laughs out grabbing you’re hand and pulling you in for a hug. “Maybe just one or two more at least-“

“Technoblade!”

“What???”

Time will be frozen for us

[telomeke]

@waitmyturtles Hi dearie! 😍 Thanks for tagging me. 🥰

Truth be told it didn't cross my mind to think about a wedding for PatPran when the news about Thailand's marriage equality was announced. But now that the idea's been surfaced by @starryalpacasstuff and @shortpplfedup I can't stop thinking about it.

I agree with @starryalpacasstuff that marriage would be a bittersweet topic for Pat and Pran, because I'm in the camp that can't ever see Ming and Dissaya making peace, and any overt announcement of PatPran's union being formalized would unleash hellstorms in both households.

It's not that Ming and Dissaya don't know their boys are in a relationship; they do know and they've come around to living with that reality. But I can't imagine they'll ever acknowledge or give blessing to it formally, because of the Asian preoccupation with saving face, etc. etc.

That's something that a lot of queer people in SEAsia can identify with, I think. I personally know several whose families just accept their spouses as part of everyday reality. But it's never acknowledged, the romantic side of it never spoken about outright, and I think this strange experience of a couple living a life only half-lit is what Director Aof was trying to portray, because it's a reality for so many people (although he was using the Jindapat-Siridechawat enmity rather than homophobia as the reason).

And I agree with you; Pran has an unbreakable bond with Dissaya, and he would definitely want her at his wedding (especially since she was so joyous about Pran possibly getting partnered up, whether with a guy or a girl, during their breakfast conversation in Ep.7). But both Pat and Pran tried going against their inherent family dynamics, and ultimately decided they were happier and more comfortable living out their couplehood on the (semi) down-low.

If they did decide to throw caution to the wind and get married though (this is just me fantasizing) – I can't stop smiling at my imagined scenarios...

Pat would want a big blow-out party, the full works with a guest list a mile long. Party games with lots of drinking, and Korn and Wai will be forced to kiss at the wedding banquet (Thai-Chinese of course, and so there will be copious toasting with brandy, only the good stuff mind you).

Pran on the other hand will want everything planned down to the last detail. Something tasteful and more restrained, but he will give in to Pat's pleading to go up in scale a bit (OK, a lot). I don't think he'll be the worst groomzilla (Pat's moderating influence maybe), but he'll still want everything to be perfect-perfect-perfect, down to the exact shade of the flowers used in the décor matching their couple's outfits for the rod nam sang. There will be origami somewhere among the decorations, and khanom jeep and thong yod will be served at the reception. 🥰

But all that's just fantasy, just as marriage equality still remains a fantasy for so many millions of LGBTQ+ people around the world. 😥

BBS is an Aof show after all, so I think a touch of melancholy will always be a hallmark of PatPran's story. I do think they will get married eventually. But they'll wait until Ming and Dissaya pass on perhaps (more for the former than the latter, so maybe Dissaya will get to attend her baby boy's wedding, if Ming were to go first).

And then Pat and Pran will get their union formally recognized as they get on in years, because ultimately (as we saw in Moonlight Chicken, and as Jim did too) a marriage is more than just a big party on the wedding day; it's also a measure of social protection and financial security so that the life a couple has built together cannot just crumble away to ruination simply because the rest of society refuses to see that loving relationship on an equal footing with everybody else's.

I want it for my boys Pat and Pran. I want it for the rest of the world too. We'll just have to wait and see how long it'll take for everyone else to catch up. 💖

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Wonderful day in Thailand. but now for the important questions. Of all the ql thai couples, who's the first to go down the aisle? Like they are counting the minutes and have everything planned out?

Rose💜

KaranAchi, way ahead of the pack (THE INVITES HAVE ALREADY GONE OUT),

followed closely by KingUea, riding on King’s energy, who picked out the ring mentally when he saw those cat ears and managed just a gorgeous proposal, with parents and all. The aunties have already been rubbing their hands together, they need a wedding now.

I think Tharn and Type either tie or gently follow KingUea, because Type legit shaved his head and eyebrows to become a monk to make his folks happy before forever committing to Tharn in TT2.

I think the Cutie Pie dudes wait a while because they already had a ceremony, and it would look just gauche to have ANOTHER event where people would bring MORE gifts, dahling, can you imagine.

Tian and Phupha: the arguments for where and when to have the wedding would take so long that the divorce rate for Thai LGBTQ+ weddings would be higher than the marriage rate at that point.

You know who I wanna throw in here? Phat and Saengtai from La Pluie. Tai MOVED TO CHIANG MAI to be with Phat. He made the move! He moved for his man. I think they’re considering permanence. Phat’s probably thinking of something that involves cute aminals.

I really want to think on the younger dudes, but they’d need time to get more mature — the PeteKaos, the FrameBooks. Frame is chaos enough to maybe drag Book to Vegas to shotgun it, but I think Book’s too hesitant. They also need to go to college. Did AePete talk about “forever” in Love By Chance? I can’t remember. I’d LOVE an AePete wedding, Ae was so whipped.

I haven’t finished GAP yet, so I don’t know if I throw SamMon in here. And let me dream that of all the fucking ridiculous couples of Only Friends, that YoPlug were the best and most communicative of the two minutes that we had them, and we need to see Jennie Panhan go down a motherfucking aisle. IN A GMMTV SHOW.

And my heart hurts a touch for the dudes that can’t get married, like PatPran (parents) and ThunMed (the legislation doesn’t cover ghosts).

Now to think about who would get divorced first…

[babblydrabbly]

It’s time for another

✨ Late Night Thought ✨

(I need an official name for this bc I bombard ur box wayyy too much & bc *sighs* reality is absolute garbage. Plus, I enjoy chatting & thinking with cool people 😎) So, *claps hands together* on to it then. Ok, *clears throat* here goes:

Domestic!Rick x the Reader

(I feel that should be a thing, btw)

Takes place after Rick’s officially retired from his Squad days [& after he survived death, helped take down Waller by anonymously ratting her out to the public, & “came back from the dead.” But, that’s another concept for another day…. ]

It’s just him & the reader & their 2 large fur babies. 🐾 🐶

Every morning consists of kisses & hugs & delicious breakfast & warm coffee. But on weekends & holidays, it’s even better.

The reader has her own busy career & hobbies going on while, despite being retired, Rick does his own thing. It’s either desk jobs (but that might be too boring for him) or lucrative hobbies. Or maybe he teaches. Maybe he went back to school to teach. (Not gonna lie, I can see that. History, specifically, bc the boy’s probably a big ol’ nerd is secret.) 🤷🏽‍♀️ The boy is just doing something that’s calming, enjoyable, & keeps his mind, body, & spirit going while also making money.

Bc of their busyness, both absolutely cherish the days/time they have off & with each other.

That means staying in bed. Enjoying coffee outside while admiring nature. Walking the dogs together. Taking their own long walks together. Cooking & baking & dancing. Just being together & at peace.

When it’s cold, they both bundle up. Rick’ll just wear sweatpants & either his quarter zip or one of his old hoodies to brave the cold. He doesn’t care for a jacket or socks while hanging out on the deck with the dogs. The Reader thinks he’s nuts for this.

They love to stay in & chill out. Watch movies or freak out about their favorite show for the billionth time (they’ve seen all the seasons at least 50 times already but it’s still their favorite). Sometimes, one or both will fall asleep. If it’s the Reader, Rick carries her upstairs & crawls into bed with her. He watches as she breathes, in & out, brushes a hair to the side, & kisses her head before wrapping himself around her & letting his eyes shutter for the night.

Rick loves this. He loves all of it. He couldn’t have asked for anything more. It always feels like a second chance for him. But, that’s because it is. A chance to start over, start fresh. A chance to have the life he always wanted but never thought he could have. A life of pure peace.

Good night… ✌🏽😘😴

Oh my god 🥺 this is just so damn perfect 💞💖💓 the tenderness. I think you pretty much created perfection, so here’s just some emphasis on your beautiful idea:

Domestic!Rick Headcanons || Rick Flag x Reader

You and Rick Flag really wonder if he’ll ever adjust in the beginning. He never planned for it really. After Corto Maltese, his ‘resignation’ is so sudden he worries who he’ll be without the purpose he’s been given all these years.

It’s you who suggests the hobbies. You made enough money for the both of you, but Rick fear the aimlessness. He was tempted to use his experience to delve into less legal jobs if that’s what it took to not feel like such a fish out of water in a civilian world.

But he spends a few months recovering with you at home, and the way he acclimates to it surprises the both of you. There’s so many things Rick forgot about.

Breakfast from scratch. Taking care of the front and backyard. “Someone’s gotta do the laundry and walk the dogs.” He tells you when you ask him if he’s thought of what he wants to do again. You’re a busy spouse. You’ve got an administrative position you’ve been working for ages, and when you get ready in the morning nowadays, you never thought Rick would be there everyday to kiss you goodbye.

Your house is his house now, and you always sigh about how you wish you had the time or patience to really make it a home. Rick starts spending his days fixing things— He hires professionals in the beginning, but then he starts learning how to fix the place up himself; installing new hardwood, building the shed in the back. His little touches take over the house.

Rick discovers fulfilling ways to keep his hands occupied that don’t involve taking a life, but of creation instead.

Rick loves reader’s golden lab, but you suggests maybe he should get one of his own. He ventures to pound one day and spots a young Newfoundland dog in the corner of one cell, saliva pooling at its mouth and its haunches drawn— its careless owners gave him up after a biting mishap and left it outside the pound without so much as a note. At two years old and 130 pounds, the staff didn’t even get a name. Rick signs the papers the same day.

Rick Flag is a disciplined man, entirely set on making sure his pet is just as controlled. That idea gets scraped after about a month. Everyday Rick spent training Charlie to be an obedient guard dog could be spent soaking in the sun out on the deck, or laying on the couch watching television together instead. Rick can’t even stick to calling him by his real name— you always hear Rick calling for Bud or Bub or My guy around the house.

Rick doesn’t expect to have the patience for watch television either. You dissolve into the laugh-crying kind of tears when Rick, whose been so out of the loop he hasn’t even heard any spoilers for most major shows, shoots up off the couch after a particularly dismal season finale of a show one night. You watches him pace the living room at 11PM, ranting about how the show runners completely disrespected the time of anyone watching to just end it like that.

His conviction is ridiculous, given the subject, and you smile sleepily, head in the crook of your arm as you watch Rick care about sometime so funny, so not important. It’s says everything about where he is now. Where he’s finally allowed himself to be.

Rick used to be a light sleeper. An operative can’t snore or sleep through danger and make it out alive in his line of work. But as time passes, the tense notion of rest changes for Rick. There’s still the terrors— the subconscious, terrible things that will never truly leave him. But there’s also you, there, in the middle of the night, and more importantly in the morning, when a new day brings another chance at life with you. Rick begins to embrace nights of restful sleep, and the idea of all this being the kind of paradise he deserves.

[ggukkiedae]

Hiii hope you’re fine ! 😄

Can we get Yeonbin fighting over who is Seri’s favorite « parent » then she ends up choosing Beomgyu because she can’t chose one ? ☺️

i’m doing okay, hun! hope you are as well 🥰 amd no problem~ although this will be a one sided fight since, well, soobin’s pretty chill but anyway ansbdbf hope you enjoy! 💖 (also pls forgive me im a little woozy as i write this i got my first dose of vaccine and it’s giving me a huge headache)

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It was a free day for Tomorrow by Together.

Seri had decided to sleep in. In her mind, a peaceful day was set. Ordering food, a movie and snacks, a workout with Taehyun, and maybe insert some messing around in the company building. She didn’t picture waking up to Choi line bickering in her and Yeonjun’s room.

“I’m literally older than Seri.” Beomgyu’s voice sounded like he was right next to her. True enough, the Daegu boy was sitting on her bed, a hand patting her shoulder as if she were a baby he was lulling to sleep. “This puts me on the older half of the group. Therefore, I am hyung line.”

“I mean, if you think of it,” Yeonjun began, “If we divide our age groups, we have 1999 and 2000 in hyung line and 2001 and 2002 in maknae line. Technically you’re part of maknae line.”

“My birthday gap with Soobin is literally smaller than my one with Seri.”

“He kinda has a point,” Soobin’s voice seemed to be getting closer to her, “but I do still want to go by Yeonjun hyung’s logic. It splits our age group perfectly. Good morning, Lily.”

She opened one eye to find Soobin smiling down at her.

Yeonjun scoffed from his bed. “Saying good morning to someone sleeping, huh?”

“She’s not asleep,” Soobin chuckled. “That’s my baby, of course I know when she’s awake.”

“I’m not your baby,” Seri muttered while sitting up. The bed shifted while Beomgyu left the room and Soobin sat next to her.

“She’s my baby,” Yeonjun gave a triumphant smile.

She held her hand up in his direction. “Not your baby, either.”

“Come on,” Yeonjun sighed, “We’re like two years apart. I’ve raised you since you entered the company. I know all the stuff you like, don’t like, and the food you’re not allowed to have.”

“Which I know as well since I’m her friend and leader.”

“But I take care of her the most.” The eldest member was pouting at this point. He didn’t even notice Beomgyu walk into the room with a bowl of cereal and a croissant she had saved for breakfast. “So what if you guessed she was awake once. I know her better, so I’m the better parent, right?”

Soobin watched Yeonjun rant amusedly. “Does there really have to be a better one, though? We both take care of her, anyway.”

“No, there doesn’t,” Seri laughed while accepting the bowl of cereal from Beomgyu who had made his way under her covers as well, “but Bammie’s in the running for top spot right now.”

Beomgyu smirked at the two elder Chois as he opened Seri’s laptop before putting on an innocent look. “Don’t tell me you guys forgot she likes having food after waking up before talking to anyone.”

The two 01 liners were quick to enter their own world, sharing their cereal while deciding what movie to watch before they would do their own thing. This left the two oldest members staring at them. They silently met eyes before deciding to leave the 01s to their thing, Yeonjun making sure to remember to restock the mini fridge he and Seri shared in their room.

[lv-iceprince]

@kpop-ship-silver

Hi there my love! You have no idea how pumped I got when I received your request! You know I would give the entire world to you and some. Idk I’ll try not to get all gooey and sentimental but whenever I pop back in you’re always there to greet me with open arms and to cheer me up and slide me back into delululand with you. Now sorry this took a hot minute- I ship you with like half of Seventeen but I just went with my heart. I also decided to do a little description thing since you did that for my ship! I hope you have a brilliant day and remember I love you oh so much and your selcas are definitely not ugly tf?! You are so beautiful girl🥰 😊💖💓

And yes this is still technically a selca ship but I couldn’t decide  who to ship you with, even after I took your personality into consideration so surprise! You get two members! 

~Seventeen~  Joshua & Vernon

Okay so first of all, this is one of the ships where I can’t fully explain why I ship you so hard with this guy but I just kept coming back to the idea of both of you in a relationship and I just had to give in and ship you with Joshua! Now on a visual sense you are both such a stunning couple? There is a sense of peace and unity visually speaking, you both just look like you were meant to be a couple. For some reason I’m getting a boy and girl next door type of love story. The fact that you are both existing at the same time and in a relationship with each other is beautiful enough. The gentlemanly nature that Joshua possesses would be on full display whenever he is around you, he isn’t a guy that falls in love quickly or just throws love at people so his love language is literally being considerate, loving and having a warm hug for you on standby 24/7. 

Even if he does behave in this manner, it by no means makes your relationship boring. He is a sly dude, he has it in him to tease you and have fun in his life, but this only makes him seem more charming. Joshua isn’t possessive per say but he would really love to acknowledge that you’re by his side and not by the sides of any of the other guys who are crushing on you. And this is completely random but you bet he would love to go places just so you could take the best boyfriend photos of him and vice versa, basically he loves to feel loved by you. Both of you are just so charming individually and putting you two together creates a relationship that one could only dream of having.

The last thing which is most of the reason why I ship you is due to your visuals, you both just scream aesthetically pleasing but in a modest way. Your visuals aren’t harsh and you aren’t shoving them in each others face or the faces of those around you. This basically just sums up your relationship, you’re officially the “modestly beautiful” couple (inside and out) that people aspire to be like.

Man! I was so excited to ship you with Vernon you have no idea, and most of my happiness came from the fact that I knew that you would both treat each other right. Vernon is such a kind soul who remains genuine no matter what, I feel like this would draw the two of you towards one another. When it comes to you it would seem that Vernon has a sixth sense, he knows just how kind and honest you are and deep down he has this vision for the two of you, one where you live out a long lasting relationship and experience the happiest that life has to offer. 

It would be the way in which you do anything that would catch him off guard, it’s as if admiring a pretty painting, he often announces just how lucky he is to be in your league. You heard me right, it would be THE HANSOL VERNON CHWE who feels like he may be a smidge out of your league. Its more that he loves you so much that he feels that he may fall short at any given moment, but he never does. He is honestly the boyfriend you didn’t know you needed, his love for you is so pure and genuine. I know I got a little carried away with this part but I feel like Vernon works with you not only physically but on a emotional and personality-based level. The other members would 100% love to tease him about how gushy and soft he gets for you, he even has a special smile reserved for you.

And now since this is a selca ship I will address the ship on an appearance based level. I wanted to say more about your appearance but what else can I say other than you two would make gods and goddesses alike cry. Both you and Vernon possess insanely beautiful visuals, which only becomes more apparent when the two of you are together, I’m sorry this part is so short but all I can say is: Model Material.

P.S I also ship you so hard with Wonwoo, Jeonghan, Seokmin, Minghao and Jun!

[butterflydm]

the dragon reborn (chap 35-chap 43)

Spoilers for the third book but will try not to be specific beyond that.

1. Even in their introductory chapters together, Faile and Perrin have such a strong culture clash going on, though Perrin also finds her more and more attractive as they keep talking.

2. Perrin visits TAR again and spies on a meeting of Darkfriends! Hopper is helping teach him how to use TAR as his own, and is guiding him. A lot of this book kinda focuses on the non-Rand characters exploring their Special Gift as set-up for the series expanding outward from Rand’s PoV -- Perrin and the wolves, Egwene and Dreaming, Mat gets his luck.

3. Rand kills the darkfriend merchant lady here without any hesitation (he also kills a Gray Man as well, so that’s 3 for 0 in our kids vs the Shadow), I am going to note. Also, Rand is having such a rough solo trip. Plus side, he’s teaching himself a bunch of new weaves. Yay? I mean, the heron-mark sword made out of fire is pretty sweet, ngl. It’s basically a sharp lightsaber at this point.

4. Egwene and the Wondergirls seem like they have the hardest two-book plot to compress into a single season (the boys are easy in comparison). Because her two plotlines in books two and three are somewhat repetitive (falling into a trap set by Liandrin and getting taken prisoner) but have wildly different locations and both of those locations have major plot importance. And her plotline is also the one where time passing actually matters, since she needs to be in the White Tower long enough to become Accepted. I mean, I’m already pretty sure that’s why Jordan threw Rand & co ahead in time four months in book two, because Egwene’s plotline just requires more actual time passing in the world because she’s getting schooling in a formal setting.

5. Poor Elayne trying to keep the peace between Egwene and Nynaeve, who are being contrary at each other.

6. Aviendha! 💖💖💖

7. “She looks like Rand’s cousin.” Why is that so funny to me? That’s so funny.

8. Bain and Chiad explain first-sisters to Egwene and Elayne, and we again get a moment where Egwene considers the thought and then discards it, because she’s so fixed on the idea that Rand’s situation makes it impossible for him to marry anyone. Meanwhile, I’m pretty sure Elayne’s mind is considering A Lot of possibilities right now, since she absolutely does not consider Rand being the Dragon an impossible dating situation the way that Egwene does. “Neither will let a man come to her without the other.”

9. Nynaeve reminding the Maidens of the Wise Ones. 💖 

10. Aw, bye for now, Aviendha. And then the Wondergirls almost immediately get captured and kidnapped after they leave the Aiel behind.

11. Nynaeve does an AOE heal on page 431, when she’s terrified that Elayne is going to die -- Egwene gets caught in the edges of it, so it isn’t just happening to Elayne. It Heals Egwene’s headache, lol.

12. The Wondergirls break out just around when the Aiel attack the Darkfriends & Fades that have them captured. And Nynaeve also instinctively re-invents balefire, like Rand did earlier in the book. No kill like overkill! And hi again, Aviendha!

13. Auldra! So she was the Illuminator back in the Great Hunt who was head of the chapter house in Cairhien when Rand was running away from the Trollocs. And now she’s here to conveniently get saved by Mat so that she can give him the fireworks that he’ll need to break into the Stone of Tear.

14. Here again, Mat thinks of a childhood memory that involved Rand and Perrin, and he doesn’t go on any kind of tangent about disliking Rand now or anything like that. He just has the childhood memory and that’s the end of it. A LOT fewer negative thoughts about Rand than I remembered from my previous reads.

15. I hope we still get Auldra in the show. She’s a fun side character and she has chemistry with Mat. Though that last bit might be a reason for them not to have her in the show, depending on how they plan to approach his later storyline.

16. I’m glad that Lan has started needling Moiraine back about The Myrelle Thing and that he can now bother her about it rather than her using it as a goad against him.

17. Everyone on the ship knows that Moiraine is Aes Sedai because Perrin got into a shouting match with Faile. For a man who likes to hold his own secrets close to him, Perrin is pretty free with everyone else’s. I officially take his self-proclaimed title of ‘the thoughtful one’ away from him. If he wants it back he needs to earn it.

18. He also lets it slip in front of Faile that Loial doesn’t want to run into any other Ogier. No secret is safe with Perrin! Light, Mat has been a thousand times more careful than Perrin has. I’m gonna keep an eye out as my reread continues to see if Perrin continues to be this freaking awful at keeping people’s secrets.

19. SIX Gray Men come after Perrin, Moiraine, and Lan. Perrin is able to smell the wrongness of them and spot them before they’re able to attack. So that’s four times Gray Men have come after our kiddos and they failed each time so far.

20. Moiraine splits off from the group to go do something on her own (investigate Lord Brend maybe?) and tells Lan to take Perrin to the White Tower if he feels that she’s died. She does assume that Mat is still at the White Tower as well.

21. Yep, Moiraine was investigating and has learned that ‘Lord Brend’ is Sammael. Time to leave!

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Oh hey just stopping by to say you are the cutest and I love you, and you are too kind, and flatter me too much in your tags! In the words of my sweet Casteel "unworthy" I am unworthy of all your praise (but boy does it make me smile so I'll take it anyway haha 😉) 💕💖💕💖💕

You deserve it all and more my dear Lisa!!

Your kindness is only matched by your amazing sense of humour.

If anyone deserves to be kidnapped by the fae only to realize she is their prophesied lost queen who will end their darkness by fighting and eventually marrying the tall, dark, handsome, mischievous, heart of gold, slightly savage with a tragic backstory love interest, and then lead their joint kingdoms to a lasting peace until the second book comes around and you have to seek a long lost power in order to defeat the new world threatening force, which will propel you and your lover to an adventure that will bring more angst and love and tension and secrets revealed that ultimately makes your relationship stronger, is you.

Ps: when the fae ask you if you have anyone on earth you'd like to take along and eventually turn fae... please pick me. We will go on adventures together.