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anonymouschishiyaimaginesandmore · 1 year ago

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The Adventures of Dilf!Chishiya Intro

Minors, do not read! Contains mentions of smutty behavior!

MASTERLIST (up-to-date)

This is the Intro to the Dilf!Chishiya One Shot Series

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Alice in Borderland/Imawa no Kuni no Alice characters or original stories, only the plot of this fanfic. Alice in Borderland/Imawa no Kuni no Alice characters and original storyline belong to Haro Aso, who made the Manga the Series is based on.

Trigger Warning: Questionable Behavior from a 43 year old man Summery: Its an Intro, dunno what else to say

Chishiya Shuntaro was 24 years old when he slept with a woman who he now calls his wife. At least legally. Because beside that, there is nothing between those people who only shared one night together and shit if Chishiya could turn back time and go back to this day, he would slap the hell out of his younger self, who for some reason got hella drunk that night and forgot to wrap it before he tapped it.

Too bad. The product of that fateful mistake is now 18 years old and aside from slutting around her school, dumb as fuck and sucking out the money straight from his wallet. And Chishiya?

He is now 43 and hates the two females living in his house, banging idiots like them under his roof and throwing money out of the window like they earned it and didn’t just rely on him and his good running career as a well-known and famous Surgeon.

Chishiya hated them with all his guts. His wife used the growing glob in her belly to get his father to, pretty much force him into a marriage he never wanted because, no son of his is going to dishonor him and make a bastard and in his fathers eyes, it was time for Chishiya to settle down anyway, why not doing it with the daughter of a good celebrated IT company who had the best reputation in all Tokyo?

Chishiya could name at least 5 reasons why, but the truth is, if he wouldn’t have married that gold digger of a woman and named her crotch goblin with his last name, life would have become a hassle anyway.

His father would have withdrawn all financial support and Chishiya knew without that, this fateful night would have sucked him dry of all income for at least the next 18 years anyway, so why not making it official?

The dyed blond man never planned to stay faithful anyway. Having his little side affairs here and there. At least he kept it securely under the blanket, not like his “Wife” that banging guys all over the city, telling them her sob story of how mean her husband is and cold and unloving.

No wonder that half her jewelry are gifts from random man who fell for her trap long enough to spend themselves stupid. Chishiya didn’t care. He let the people around him talk behind his back, tho they did it terribly obvious and lived his live in a fucked up suburban townhouse Street, where every building looked like the next one and everyone smiled with their perfectly 3mm moaned front yard, their 2 and a half private school children and of course the pool and the grill in the back. Always running and serving grilled cheese and nowadays vegan burger options on sunny days during Neighborhood parties.

Chishiya hated it. He hated all of it and he hated the always smiling man of every family more who he had nothing in common with, beside the stupid house he couldn’t stand and the fact that none of them knew when to pull out in time.

Until one sunny day, he set down next to one of this man circles, hearing what those monkeys had to say about growing up and their yearning taste for something fresh. He was there, but not really listened and that’s when Chishiya realized something.

Something that had skipped his mind for years, since all children in this neighborhood seemed to be almost the same age, but now grew up into more than that.

His neighbor’s daughters, stepdaughters, goddaughters, whatever and nieces. They all grew up right under his eyes and while Chishiya never saw them as anything else as annoying little barbies, screaming and tossing balls over his fence and shattering another window, all of these girls, all of them…they were now right in front of him, giggling their 18 years old asses off in way too tight bikinis and short shorts and oh don’t forget the tiny skirts.

Damn, Chishiya started to love these tiny skirts. They were his new favorite, especially when the wearing darling dropped something and had to lean down to get it.

Oh yeah, Chishiya realized that day, that his live wasn’t over as he thought so. In fact, a new season of summer just begun and the way it looked from his point of view, it carried many shades of possible fun Chishiya couldn’t wait to take a bite of. Or maybe two? Three? Who knows.

Chishiya believed for years that this kind of buffet has closed for him forever, so imagine his surprise and wide eyes as it opened with all it had to offer. How should he say no to all those new and sweet looking options?

Fuck Vegan food, Chishiya thought, licking his lips and spreading his legs just a little wider as one of the girls made her way towards him, with swinging hips and an innocent smile that contrasted hardly with her choice of clothing.

“Mister Chishiya” she addressed him and the man who suddenly loved his neighborhood more then anything hummed a low “Hm?” as a response that made the girl only smile wider, biting her lower lip as she leaned forward onto his sitting figure.

Her cleavage pretty much pressed itself into his view, but Chishiya didn’t minded it.

“You look a little…thirsty.”

With an outstretched hand she offered the blond male who was double her age her glass of Coca Cola, which Chishiya took gladly, tho he didn’t like the sweet beverage much, but how could he say no when it was delivered to him so willing? Chishiya thanked the young doll in front of him for her eager friendliness and took a sip.

“If there is something else I can help you with…” the girl said, swinging her body from left to right and winking delicious “Let me know ya?” Chishiya saw the playfulness in her eyes. The luscious want paired with sparking lust that only a blooming flower like her at the peak of her age could deliver. Coaxing him with her bright eyes and the long lashes and who knows what if he dared to scroll his eyes lower. A young perfect flower indeed. Ready to be picked and blossom between his legs in all her glory.

The way she stood there. So naïve with no idea what good and arousing things the world had to offer. She probably got a glimpse here and there, but Chishiya wasn’t some hormonal cockdriven teen. He could show her so much more and by the look of it, the girl would welcome all his advice.

Yeah, Chishiya though to himself, leaning back in his seat and following the beauty walking back in her parent’s direction, but not before flashing him another one of her electrifying smiles, sending shivers down his spine and exciting him in ways he thought wasn’t possible anymore.

Fuck veganism, today he was going to get some real meat and by the alluring look of it, he would love it to the bone with all his skills and desire. A charming thought.

Summer is finally here. And it looks fantastic.

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beezonia · 5 months ago

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Reign Of Mouserink

Chapter 1 - Mouserink’s origin

[Warnings: Mentions of smoking and a few mentions of ways to die]

Thoughts are in italic!

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Long ago, in a far away place lived a mouse. Now this mouse was like no other, her smarts and wit made sure of that.

She gained the mouse king’s approval along with his wife, becoming their most trusted right hand.

The mouse was cold to most, her heart thawed for her king and his wife. Along with their soon to be son.

A small dormouse, who scurried after her master, fulfilling his every wish no matter how big or small it was.

She grows tired with each passing day, her master piling more and more work upon those small shoulders.

He even tasks her with looking after his son in his stead. The Queen long gone, she died mysteriously leaving them a broken court and family.

Until one day she decides she’s had enough. She wants to be in his place, she wants the power.

This dormouse wanted to be queen. She’d stop at nothing to get it, even if it meant treason.

Queen Mouserink would rise once more.

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If it had been up to her, she would have retired.

Retired and gone somewhere far, far away from Paris. Far away from the people who held her heart.

That did not happen, she’s stuck in the godforsaken city, with those godforsaken people who know how to push her buttons each and every hour of the day!

It’s such a supposedly wonderful life. Not!

Yet she finds comfort in the beer garden she and her friends frequent on weekends. The clouds of smoke fill her lungs as she takes small, shallow breaths.

Not like she was going to die if her lungs coiled themselves together and choked her.

Her friends taking drags of cigarettes as they drone on and on about the latest office gossip.

Yet she was hurting on the inside, swallowing shot after shot after shot.

Nathalie Sancoeur was dying inside, and no one seemed to actually care.

No one cared about her bones breaking and shifting into indescribable pain each time she moved.

No one cared that she was slowly loosing her mind, insanity grasping her throat, silently choking her with each passing day.

Oh well, she’d survived this long. What more was another year?

But little did Nathalie know, her fate was about to take a turn.

For worse or for better, well that was up to her, the oh so obedient dormouse.

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“Nathalie, reschedule my 3o’clock with Mr Blanchett. I have more pressing matters too attend to.”

Said woman murmurs a quiet “Yes sir” in response, she can’t not say no. Even if this meeting was important, Gabriel Agreste had more pressing matters too attend to and that was that.

A personal assistant is what she was, following his every beck and call till she was about to collapse.

But, she can’t complain it was her choice to follow them into this world. Her choice to love them no matter what happened.

I Regret it.

Nathalie gets back to her emails, constructing different responses for different scenarios. The click clack of the keyboard being her only comfort.

She sits at her desk a thin straight line plastered on her face, as sapphire eyes bore into the screen.

Nathalie can’t remember the last time she actually enjoyed her life, her job or her fucking self.

Oh no, wait the last time she enjoyed herself was when she was about to jump of a cliff in Greece! That was around, what, 10 years ago when she last went on holiday.

Jeeez she really was fucked.

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There’s an unusual box sat on her coffee table. Nathalie thinks it might just be a hallucination (she is extremely sleep deprived)

It’s wooden, red patterns adorne it.

Beautiful markings, it almost makes her miss seeing those precious artefacts for the first time (oh how she smiled when she discovered something new)

But Nathalie is also about to scream, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCKKKK?!

How the hell did someone manage to break into her apartment without breaking half of the shit she kept in here?! How did someone know where she lived?!

God this was just going to make life harder and make her more likely to want to retire early.

FUCKKKK!!

Well Nathalie knew at some point her curiosity was going to get the better of her, head softly persuading the woman to take her bony fingers and open that goddam box.

That’s exactly what she did. (At around midnight because her brain just loves to make her suffer)

Fucking hell the bright light makes her squint. Makes her recoil backwards into her couch, the large crack coming from her back was not a good sign.

Nathalie regrets opening the box now, because she has no clue what the fuck is happening and what’s going to happen.

Isn’t that how all stories start though?

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So now the little dormouse had found the key to her freedom.

She spends hours and hours plotting and plotting, getting the king to force his hand was going to be slightly harder then she thought.

Mouserink needed more mice.

She needed the Guild Of Mouserink to make it’s grand entrance once more.

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ITS HERE!!

Thank you for reaching the end, I hope you enjoy the journey of both Nathalie and the little dormouse!

I’ll post this on ao3 maybe if people would like it to be there! But if you like my au please share and give it a like!

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#bee writes #rom au #miraculous au #miraculous ladybug au #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #nathalie sancoeur #mouse miraculous #here we goooo!!#hope you all enjoy

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makerkenzie · 10 months ago

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"Never. You will wed the king."

Okay, the title is a misdirection, as this isn't about Maggy's Prophecy. It's more on the Martells' misplaced loyalty to the Targaryens. But still! The tension between marrying the prince and marrying the king is relevant.

Prince Rhaegar was the eldest son of the king, and he married Princess Elia Martell.

Again: he was the eldest son of the king. He was next in line for the throne. When he became king, Princess Elia would have been his queen. Her son would have been the next king after that.

Who knows what kind of interactions the Targaryens had with the Martells before the rebellion? And really, who cares? That marriage joined House Martell of Dorne to the royal family. It meant their blood would become royalty. No other House in the realm could have given the Martells what they had with Prince Rhaegar.

AAAAAND then Prince Rhaegar ran off with Lyanna Stark. That was a crappy way to treat Princess Elia and their two children, but nothing could change that she was his wife and she DID have two children with him. Those children were still high up in the line of succession. King Aerys made everything worse and the realm went to war.

The rebels won the war and Prince Rhaegar never became king. Princess Elia and her children were killed in the Sack, and the lord who presented their bodies to the new king was rewarded for their murders. He was rewarded in the form of getting his daughter married to the new king.

Princess Elia would never become queen. Her children would never inherit anything. No, no, Robert Baratheon killed Prince Rhaegar and wedded the daughter of the man who orchestrated the deaths of Princess Elia and the children.

Elia Martell wedded the prince. Cersei Lannister wedded the king.

I can see how Elia's brothers would be enraged at the new regime.

In the period between Rhaegar running off with a younger lady and him dying on the Trident, Prince Doran and Prince Oberyn may have been asking themselves: IS this jackass prince coming back to his marriage to our sister?

But then after he died, they'd never know what he had intended to do regarding their sister and the children.

In the short period of time between Rhaegar's death and the Sack, Elia's brothers may have been telling themselves the Targaryens still had a chance to win the war, and if they did, then their blood was still next in line for the throne.

And then there was the Sack, and their blood ran red through the halls of Maegor's Holdfast.

Before Rhaegar died, Doran and Oberyn may have had some concerns about how he was treating their sister. After Rhaegar died, though, and after Elia and the children were killed in connection with the Targaryens' defeat, then the narrative changed. They'd never know what Rhaegar had intended to do...but from there, it wouldn't have been much of a leap for Elia's brothers to start telling themselves that of course Rhaegar was going to come back and make their sister his queen, but Robert Baratheon made that impossible.

The Martells' blood was supposed to become royalty, but Robert Baratheon killed their royal brother-in-law and joined his House to the Lannisters. Elia never had a chance to be queen, whereas Cersei went straight to queen. She got the position Elia should've had. House Lannister got the position that should have gone to House Martell.

After the losses their family suffered, I can understand how the Martells would look at the new Queen Cersei and hate her. From there, it wouldn't have been much of a leap for Doran and Oberyn to start telling themselves Tywin must have hated Elia the same way, and that's why he had to have her killed.

(I'm sure it didn't help matters that Joffrey looked like he fell straight out of the Lannister family tree, and his sorry ass became the next king.)

Now allow me a digression, on Tywin's relationship to King Robert vs. the Martells' hypothetical relationship to King Rhaegar. Tywin built up an undue level of power as the king's father-in-law...because the crown borrowed so much gold from him. That debt resulted from two factors: 1) Littlefinger was actively sabotaging the crown's finances, and 2) Tywin was the wealthiest man in the Seven Kingdoms. If Rhaegar had become king, it's highly improbable that he would've had such a toxic Master of Coin as Littlefinger. Even if he did, the Martells don't have nearly as much gold to throw around. So, even in the alternate universe where King Aerys II died peacefully and the Martells were the in-laws to the royal family, they would not have had what Tywin had with the Baratheon regime.

POINT IS. I can see how the Martells would be pissed as hell at seeing Cersei Lannister wed the new king. That doesn't mean Prince Oberyn's narrative of Tywin Lannister's motivation holds any more water than a fishnet. I can see how the Martells would come to view Prince Rhaegar as a martyr rather than a reckless philanderer. That doesn't mean the Targaryens were good to them, or that a new marriage alliance with the surviving Targs would benefit the Martells, or that restoring the Targs to the Iron Throne would provide justice.

After the war was finished and Robert became king, I can see how the Martells would start telling a certain tale. That doesn't mean their tale adds up.

#asoiaf meta #house martell #robert's rebellion #raggedy trashgaryen #robert baratheon #tywin lannister #house lannister #cersei lannister #elia martell #oberyn martell #doran martell #sack of king's landing #nobody screwed the martells harder than the targaryens #house targaryen

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shakalakaaa · 1 year ago

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Character study OF - 1 (RaySand)

Because everyone here has a lot of shades - both good and bad, as First had said. Also, I want to understand why they are the way they are. It helps that P'jojo said it is based on IRL people. I would take things that have been revealed in show and also some of my own assumptions (based on songs, director's tweets, interviews etc)

RAY

The good side -

He is genuine, he means well. He has no games to play and he does tell what he wants (as much as he can comprehend himself).

He also has capacity self-reflect immediately, he apologized to both Mew and Sand. He might be impulsive in that instant, but he does care about the feelings of others and offers genuine apology for that moment

The not so good side -

He is somewhat selfish, even when asking out Mew he said "Only you can make me happy", he offered nothing to him. Same with Sand. He only offers money as compensation, not himself.

He clearly ignores boundaries, as seen for both Mew and Sand. Be it physical, emotional. I don't think he really understands that concept very well

Also, he is leading Sand on in a way, he does not understand that him giving 100% focus and then taking it away in a instant can hurt feelings. He needs to be consistent with actions, words have value which he is not really taking accountiblity for

He depends on others to 'save him'. He has in a way given up on self. Most of his issues stems because he wants someone to save him and he gets attached to them way too quickly.

Why? -

Obviously his Mother's death . A parent's death can leave long lasting trauma, more so if she was abusive, blaming him for her issues which he holds himself responsible for.

Also, he might have an abusive father (song- daddy issues in OF Sand's playlist) who held him responsible for his wife's death and other things, he might have gone through years of verbal abuse which he has internalized.

I don't think so he had seen healthy family dynamics growing up. Their parents might have fought a lot and he might have gotten reeled in. This is can destroy the cognitive functioning of a child. They never learn to ground themselves, the emotional pain can be too much as an adult, that you just don't want to exist anymore. To end the pain. I think Ray things about dying quite a lot, it is just not those once a while emotional breakdown. He might not think about it actively, it probably goes in the back of his which manifests as his extreme lack of self preservation

Also Alcoholism and depression has genetic factors, he might have inherited them from his mother.

SAND

The good side -

He is straight laced, honest and has good moral compass. Just like Ray, he also is genuine. He really values love and friendship. For him, it come before anything else

The best part, he is such a good listener. He listens calmly without judgement and knows how to respond well. The way he handled Ray talking about his mother (the contrast is visible when Top talks to Mew about his trauma, even if Top was lying that was such a insensitive way to respond). Or Nick talking about Boston. The first time they talked about Boston he asked him to stay away from him, because the mood was light but the second he just listened and expressed solidarity because Nick was vulnerable and sad. You don't give advice then (contrast again when Top advices Nick, though it was not insensitive like Mew since he barely knows Nick and he did not know Nick knows how Boston is)

He is giving and caring, Changing Ray's out of his clothes after dragging his ass back, charging his phone. His plants blooming and being lush green tells that, he puts constant effort and care in them, despite him being quite busy.

He loves selflessly to some extent, unlike Nick and Mew I don't think so he does not want to change Ray. He likes him for who is. He has questionable choices here but ethical nonetheless.

I don't think so he will not cause unnecessary issues to other to get self-gratification or quell jealousy like Boston or Nick. Top, Mew and even Ray has the tendency to do it. But, I can't see him lying, scheming for purely his self-interest which can harm others. He is confident in who he is and values self. He knows drama and wants no part in it. Boy just wants to sing, earn and love

Also he hates, eats and punches the rich

The not so good side-

He might lie to others, but he does lie to self. The whole getting in Ray's orbit despite knowing he is playing with 'fire'. He knew who and how he was, unlike other pairs they have been the most 'themselves' with each other, so him getting hurt by Ray is a lot on him as well. He clearly know he can't expect but yet he does.

He recognizes red flags but still not only choses to stay with them rather keep getting involved. Obviously Ray but also Nick, when he made him listen to a Sex tape he recorded. I would be wary of such a guy. Let's see if this develops

He has savior complex, He cares too much when he does, gives too much. It is good to give, but never when it erodes you. Because then do tend to set unrealistic expectations from others, which is unfair to them, they never owed you that. Everyone has different emotional capacity. Like him getting upset with Ray, because for him he did not care as much as Sand would have wanted. He knows he is somewhat unreasonable here, but who has stopped emotions? There is thin line which I think sand has the tendency to break

He might have anger issues, yes the bat and punching Top.

Why? We don't know anything of his past or family yet. So a conjecture here.

Maybe he grew up with a single mother family(absent /dead father). He saw his mother struggle for herself and for him, so wants to do for others. She feels like good person because Sand is clearly raised well.

He might have a bad past relationship (Boeing??) who cheated with Top, so maybe he has some residual insecurity and trauma from that

Also, he feels like the case of "To save myself, I have to save others". To feel needed because he might be feel that he is not enough or could not do enough in the past, so over-compensating for it now

Other Stray thoughts

I don't really care if RaySand are endgame are now(though since it is gmmtv and they are setting them so heavily, giving them complementary names, issues, a genuine friendship, mostly redeemable issues I think they might, but that is besides the point). OF is story about problematic queers conveyed through pairs. Obviously queer people are messy, the amount of trauma they endure growing up - unable to fit in, discrimination, non-acceptance and even abuse from family and sexual abuse(yes it is more common than you think). It will fuck anyone up and without therapy, they keeping fucking other people up. So yeah, I hope Ray and Sand became that people who help each other to be better. Like how there are some people you meet and the things they do for you, help you improve yourself. I hope they have that arc.

This is till EP4, so I will probably update after a couple of episodes to see how they are doing! and if I am right on conjectures

#only friends the series #first kanaphan #khaotung thanawat #firstkhao #raysand #only friends

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casspurrjoybell-20 · 1 year ago

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Sky Twizzlers - Chapter 26a

*Warning Adult Content*

Memories and Dreams Hurt - Part 1 - Aaron

"My father believed that being a beta meant that we had to be tough and emotionless. Showing emotion was weakness and the right-hand man of the alpha shouldn't be weak. He drove this listen into me from the moment I could walk and talk.”

"As a child, I wasn't allowed to show emotions around my father. If I did, he'd often yell at me and lock me away in my room until I calmed down. He never hit me, but that didn't make it any less scary to a small child. It was how I perfected my straight face from an early age. Showing weakness in front of my father was terrifying, so I avoided it.”

"Then there was my mom. I loved my mom. I look like her. She was so sweet and loving. She encouraged me to feel my emotions and behave like the child I was. My father often left us to do beta duties, so my mom and I were always together. Once I became friends with Erin, it was just the three of us a lot of the time since Erin's mom was busy with alpha duties as well. My father never let Mom work; he said it wasn't her job."

As I told my story, my mates idly touched me. Before I began, we laid down in the bed and pulled up the blanket. Then, they smothered me with touches. I didn't mind it but I couldn't tell them that. Talking about my family was... hard. Erin knew only because he'd been involved in my life since we were little kids. He was often around when my father yelled at me while my mom tried to calm him down and remind him that I was just a child. He never listened.

"When I was older, my mom fell ill. You don't usually hear about werewolves falling ill but she was the unfortunate exception. The more her health deteriorated, the further my father pulled away from us. He buried himself in work and ignored me. I had to take care of both Mom and myself since he didn't even bother to leave his office enough to see his dying wife," I said, cursing myself for how bitter I became at the end.

"It's okay, Aaron. Keep going," Aubrey encouraged.

"I don't get why he didn't comfort or support her. He looked for a cure, sure, but not once did I see him stay by her side for more than five minutes. He... he let her die. She died a few years ago. Even after we tried our best to save her, we couldn't. I was devastated. My relationship with my father, whatever was left of it at least, deteriorated and we barely spoke after that. He trained me to become a beta, but he treated me like I was nothing. He still does."

I let out a bitter laugh and looked up at the ceiling. Evander ran his hand through my hair and the familiar action eased my body. Aubrey rested his head on my chest and traced small circles on my arms. I didn't realize it but talking about this was helping me more than I thought it ever could.

"The last time my father and I spoke was when I had to put my duties on hold to help out with the Eye issue. That was months ago now. I don't mind it. We were never close. He made sure of that. That's why you've never met him before, either. He doesn't care enough to meet you and I don't want him to meet you."

"If you don't mind me asking, what does that have to do with you making a bad or good father?" Evander asked. "You are not your father."

"But I was raised by him. Or rather, he was the only father figure I really had. Alpha James was there but I didn't see him often. And he wasn't the one who gave life to me. What if I treat my children the way I was treated? What if I can't be vulnerable with them because I was never allowed to be as a child?"

"Aaron," Evander said gently.

I peeked up at him carefully. He reached out and cupped my cheek while staring into my eyes.

"You don't have to be afraid. You'll have us there to help you out. And we won't allow you to become your father."

"And you're not mean like him," Aubrey added, cuddling into my chest "You're really nice. You care. Even if you pretend like you don't, we know the truth. You won't be mean to your kids."

After taking a shaky breath, I said,

"Thank you. Getting it off my chest feels weird. I... I haven't really acknowledged the fact that my mom is gone. I haven't acknowledged it since it happened."

"I'm sure she's very proud of the man you have become," Evander whispered reassuringly.

"I hope so."

"I know how it feels to lose loved ones. My parents weren't vampires. I had to watch them grow old and eventually die in my arms. It hurt more than words can describe but I know they are happy wherever they are now," he said.

I hadn't even thought about that. Evander was immortal. Sure, he was a relatively young vampire but he'd still watched people he loved age and die while he was still young and living, somewhat. It was oddly comforting knowing that he'd been through what I had. I'd held onto my mom's hand until her dying breath.

I still remember how pale and frail she had become but her hand had stayed warm even when she was gone. My mates were suddenly crushing me in a hug and that's when I realized I'd started crying again. Goddess, maybe I didn't have to worry about being vulnerable. It was so easy to cry in front of my mates now. They weren't cruel to me nor did they judge me for it. They comforted me.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that, Evander," I said softly.

"It was years ago and I have accepted it by now. But, thank you."

We went silent for a bit before I felt Aubrey shift around so he was behind me.

"I don't even know if my parents are alive," he whispered.

I turned around in Evander's arm so I could face Aubrey and hug him. I heard him sniffle.

"It's been so long since I saw them. I barely remember their faces. I'm afraid of trying to look for them because I don't know if I will be able to handle the answer. If I never look for them, then I don't have to wonder if they're alive or not."

"That's understandable," I said. "But if you ever change your mind, we will gladly go with you to look for your family."

"Yes. I would love to meet your family," Evander said. "But Aubrey, I don't think you should run away from it. It is your choice in the end but I would hate for you to regret not seeing them again."

"I know. I'll think about it, I guess," he mumbled.

"Good," I agreed. "I'm tired though. Can we go to sleep?"

“Yes, I think we covered what we needed to. We'll come back to the topic of children when you're ready," Evander said.

"Well, you never talked about what you wanted," Aubrey pointed out. "You've let us speak, now it's your turn."

"Well," he started, running a hand through my hair idly again.

"I do want children someday. I don't mind if they're mine or not. The birth rate for vampire-born children is fairly low. I would be happy with any child I can call my own."

"Well I'm okay with trying either way," Aubrey said from my chest.

"Alright. Well, when that time comes, now we know where we stand. And don't be afraid to say anything if your feelings change," Evander said.

"Right but the same goes for you, mister," I pointed out.

"Of course, of course," he said with a small laugh.

Aubrey yawned, which prompted a yawn to escape from me as well. I was happy I got to tell my mates about my parents. It went by a lot quicker than I thought it would. There wasn't much I ever wanted to say about my father, though. And I was still unsure about sharing memories about my mom. Maybe a little part of me wanted to keep them to myself so I could pretend that she was still around. Sharing the memories made it feel like I was letting go of her.

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winderlylandchime · 1 year ago

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And we are at 2x11 1/2: The man is feeling so confident in his new found “chill” because he didn’t lose his mind the last episode that he is now sure he can watch the entire season without any smoke breaks (yes, i typed this out while having war flashbacks to ethan):

‘Oh that’s a lot of boobies..wait its their bachelorette? They’re actually going through with it? Oh boy. SEE EVEN THE PSYCHIC KNOWS ITS A BAD IDEA!!!’ ‘Now that is a way to get out of a wedding! I need a similar excuse to get out of that check up later this week’ i wish you could see this man because he is feeling so relaxed since he’s so sure in himself that the worst is over for some reason. ‘OH MY GOD HE IS TAKING JUSTIN TO MIAMI! HE WANTS TO TAKE MY BOY TO MIAMI EVEN THO THATS WHERE HE’S SUPPOSED TO FUCK ALL THE GUYS!!! OH MY GOD! Brian..let’s revisit the Love town..come one just say it to him!’ ‘…i get it’s their wedding but let my boy have fun without guilt trips. Plus i bet my *looks at his wallet* shit��um, i bet my…my…CIGARETTE! That they won’t last so who cares if he misses it’ and now he is losing his shit once again because of Ted and his blanket comments. He is still very sure of himself since these last two episodes have given him false security. SERIOUSLY. How many more signs do you need that you shouldn’t get married? *linds says the same thing but she says bc theyre gay* NO! NO! NO THAT IS NOT WHAT I SAID! The reason you shouldn’t get married is because y’all suck! You as a couple make as much sense as those subtitles yesterday’ (he watched an episode of Criminal Minds while high as a kite and accidentally set the subtitles to Chinese and then proceeded to try and convince me that he was chinese in previous life since he can understood them..he was very sad and relieved when he discovered what happened) *pauses tv* ‘oh so let me get this straight *raises hand to brian’ no offense. So, melanie *said in that childish mocking voice* hates brian 24/7, practically wished him to die last season so that he could sign his insurance whatever to Gus, is a horrible bitch to him every time I see her and YET YET!! The second shit hits the fan, she comes crying to him for help…hypocrite..might wanna look that one up melly. And of course he is going to help’ He is now hoping that they put a montage of everyone getting their jobs done for the wedding. And now he is getting distracted by showing me the Legally Blonde montage when she gets her shit together that he keeps on his phone bc it’s his favorite scene ever and he watches it when he needs motivation..just when i thought nothing could surprise me.. ‘i truly appreciate that the fact that this man made pickles never goes unnoticed! I wish i could eat a pickle. Why did i promise mom I wasn’t gonna eat a pickle..*looks at the ceiling* yo, big guy, give me a sign if i shouldnt eat one.’ At this point i had to step in and be responsible to wish he just went ‘you’re no fun, the pickle guy would appreciate me risking it all for him’

Okay I need to go directly to that fact that he set the subtitles to Chinese and then thought he knew Chinese. I AM DYING WITH LAUGHTER.

"Hand to Brian, no offense." And yes, explain Melanie running to Brian to fix their wedding (I wonder if your brother will begin to notice a theme of QAF and Brian and weddings...) when she hates Brian except for the fact that she knows her future wife is in love with him. I don't get it.

HE HAS THE LEGALLY BLONDE MONTAGE ON HIS PHONE. Get this man a GLAAD award, honestly.

The pickle guy WOULD NOT appreciate your brother risking his life for him. In fact... (oh.. I always get sad over George).

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

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powermove102 · 3 months ago

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... i forgot i was doing this

C TIER - understandable sadness

Magnus Nielsen

It pains me to say your father is a cheater but he doesn’t seem detrimental as a father, so we’re assuming a chill enough childhood

He is in and amongst ‘missing people’ drama which would take a toll on a guy, ESPecially when they get introduced to time travel (doesn’t mean you can treat Bartosz like that though? Damn chill)

Then he gets transported to 1888… my apologies sir your life sucks now but also… you didn’t die in the apocalypse so? [more in-depth 1888 take here]

Martha The Squeekuel pops up and that’s a whole lotta shit to deal with but… he’s not the one that has to deal with it? Though it is probably rubbing salt in the wound that he lost his sister in the Apocalypse

Why work with Jonas though? Why work with Adam? From what we have seen this is not the most persuasive man in the world so, other than a tainted sense of duty to him for saving your life, why would you follow along with all the shit he is doing? Why would you, YOU, send Adam into the future to ‘preserve the loop’ when you KNOW what he means is he will KILL your SISTER? Same thing with him then sending AltMartha to them. Ain’t no way he actually buys into the ‘greater good’ crap. The emo anarchist should at least have ‘bullshit immunity’. Come on. Because there’s no explanation for why he goes along with it. He should HATE Adam and Jonas. Makes no damn sense.

Boris / Alexander Tiedemann

Unfortunately nothing is known of his younger life, but he did in fact accidentally do a murder as a teen (how does he get a gun? I’m assuming nefarious activities so he’s not 100% innocent)

But then he protects Regina (and gives her SMILES like he’s so nice) and makes her so so much happier (especially with her mother disappearing/ grandad dying) and then they get married, have kid, and overall just become THE family ever (making Regina able to be the mother she never had)

THEN they all have to deal with her illness and he has to deal with being blackmailed (for absolutely no reason other than Hannah is jealous, self centred and straight-up rude, aka no fault of his own so he never deserved this)

And then he just has to die alone during the apocalypse (he doesn’t know that his family is able to survive it) which is v v sad

Overall he really went from low to high and right back to low so he gets a redemption/family from me

Jana Nielsen

We sympathise with son disappearance/death, as well as husband’s cheating, sure she loses her mind a lil bit and takes it badly but… who wouldn’t? She is excused

And then your grandson disappears and it's like the same thing happening all over again… bruh if i was her i’d live in fear of this psycho serial killer that likes repeating his crimes exactly only like a generation later but hitting the same family to really rub it in… terror, horror, tragedy

Plus your OTHER son disappears… holy shit

And then she probably dies in the apocalypse. Like not a single break for this woman

The reason she’s not higher is just the lack of psychological torture derived from the sci-fi-fuckery that happens to certain others - like apart from a few weird happenings when Mikkel disappears, it’s just the trials and tribulations of loss (not just but, you know what I mean)

Tronte Nielsen

Absent father moment? Ominous father moment? Your mother does not care about you and instead pretty much leaves you for dead moment? Younger Claudia is a predator moment? Damn this guy’s childhood sucks.

Then for a while it’s good, he has a whole family and everything, up until 1986

Your son is missing, your wife is a wreck, your other son is emo (what a tragedy), your gf no longer wants to bone, I mean he’s not got much going for him

Then he actually finds his son but its 33 years later which is weird to say the least and emotions come flooding back and whatnot and you’re confused but they moved on from that fairly quickly (apart from the fact that the police and you wife now have suspicions)

Then more of your family go missing in 2019 (cray cray) so it’s kinda hard-hitting for him

And the whole surviving the apocalypse without your family moment happens and your gf wants you to kill her kid? Weird but ok, that leaves you a bit thrown but hey, at least it wasn’t your kid

And that’s it he just dies afterwards so not the best but not anything huge, you get a stop/cheating/everyone

AltMartha

If it was split between martha and eva then martha would be way the fuck down in E but hey ho

Up to 2019 she’s absolutely vibing, yes her parents divorced but that was for the best babes, she has her siblings, she has a bf, she has friends, it’s dandy

Then we get JONAS which… I can understand being creeped out by what’s happening, and you get a connection with the guy because he shows you freaky time travel shiz and he proves that he knows you (or at least some version of you) but… do you love the guy??? Do you even actually KNOW the guy??? Because i don't think so in the slightest

So you ignore saving everyone from the apocalypse in favour of a spicy sesh (with the guy you do not know) and then he dies in front of you and… again you just don't know him well enough to be that sad bro

And yeah she has to then kill him after knowing she’s pregante but you don’t KNOW him, how many times do I have to say this

And she has her big epic quest to jonas and back… nothing much happened apart from her being weird and nervous and double-agent-y (i’m not saying any of that is bad, but was she suffering? No. Maybe in the cage. That was temporary.)

Yes in one version she is ruthlessly and seemingly painfully killed… oopsie doopsie, we move on (this is one of the moments that actually bumped up her rating)

So she then has a son… who she maybe looks after for a few years… before just handing him off to his older self to roam around across time

Just this whole thing with her kid is so weird like… apparently he is her motivation to do everything, yet she gives him no name, she was acquaintances with his dad, and let's face it, she has no real maternal connection to him, at least from what we see in the show

HE feels a connection to HER, especially the version that is not his mother yet, but that looks to be because he WANTS a mother!!! Real bad!!! And no-one will give him one!!!! (no really that hug from smol unknown and the look in the middle one’s eyes, youch it was emotional) but she does not reciprocate!!! She only starts panicking about the time loop (yeah, i get that but still) and just doesn't really give a shizzle about her own offspring

Another thing that bumped her rating is middle martha. She looks lonely and kinda just going through the motions over in her desert, its kinda sad actually

Like everyone she knows is dead, and all she can do is spy on everyone and make sure everything’s happening as it should. It sucks

(there should have been a crossover between jonas and martha middle versions. They could have gotten to know each other like adults and they wouldn't be so lonely and insane)

That sorta continues over to Eva, like just how boring does it have to be

All day long it's just… keep doing what you gotta do… and that’s it…

And she usually gets oofed by adam but she literally knew it was coming and she had nothing else to do with her life and he had been making peace with it for 33 years so idc

But people have it way worse so she gets a stranger/danger

Dark Schmerz-o-meter analysis

AKA the comprehensive tier list of pain and suffering (fun!)

Characters are all ranked on a scale of S-E and are all relative to one another (yes, you can be sad and still go in E tier). To reiterate, they are NOT ranked based on how much I like them, how good their character is written, or suchlike (although there may be some correlation), this list ONLY takes into account how hard their life was, how much suffering they have had to endure, etc. Points are indeed taken away if you are the one actively causing the sadness (how much depends on e.g. whose idea it was/ how much enthusiasm you did it with).

(also I'm only referring to Adam's-World versions of the characters, unless otherwise specified, because we just have way more information about them)

Feel free to disagree/ counter-argue, this is just my list and my analysis (all for fun).

(OK I'll stop stalling) So why don't we get started with the best of the worst:

E Tier - You don't know what pain is

Hannah Kahnwald

She starts having the affair whilst she is STILL MARRIED (she was unawares that Michael was literally penning his suicide note whilst she was having a smooch with Ulrich) - she also has the inability to love imo, she just has the ability to love attention

She’s not even that good a mother either, she kinda leaves Jonas alone and is only really sad because she no longer has a mans to give her all that attention (PLUS her fling left her too, and then she has the AUDACITY to ask (not ask - FORCE) Alexander to DESTROY HIM for choosing to focus on his MISSING SON instead of HER!!!!!!

And then when Jonas leaves she’s just more attention-deprived so she thought about offing herself but then thought well if I’m dead no-one can pay attention to meeeeeee so decided against it

Then Jonas returns (33 years older but it is still her SON who displays AFFECTION towards her) and as soon as she finds out about time travel she’s like you know what this means? An opportunity to find more MEN, and she commits THEFT even though Jonas reeeeally needed that machine (she only cares about herself), and proceeds to go to Ulrich ONLY TO TELL HIM SHE HATES HIM BECAUSE HE TRIED TO SAVE HIS SON I MEAN WHO DOES THAT

yes I am well aware that he was unable to say he loves her when she did but I will get more in depth with that later and I mean, come on, man has other priorities, could you really not get him out of prison???? so he can save his son???????

And then obviously she promptly moves on to the first man she sees (married, but she doesn’t care of course) (it’s the guy she reported Ulrich to way back when in the future/past, but she doesn’t care of course) AND HAS THE AUDACITY TO SAY SHE LOST EVERYTHING like MADAM you did not care about your husband, your boyfriend only mattered because he gave you attention, and your SON has RETURNED with all the LOVE he has LEFT from this CAR CRASH of a reality and you RUN AWAY FROM HIM WHILST HE IS ASLEEP AND YOU SAY YOU LOST EVERYTHING MA’AM YOU ARE TO BLAME FOR EVERYTHING I ACTUALLY CAN’T WITH THIS WOMAN-

I’m convinced she has a soft spot for kids because i can’t imagine what other reason she really has for having Silja (she obviously never loved Egon) so she has her and then she gets taken to Jonas and PRETENDS like NOTHING ever happened, like she didn't abandon him when he returned to her to go have a kid with someone else and she didn't steal his most important possession

And then YES she is tragically killed by her own son (which is usually a trait of someone very high up on the list (RIP in pepperonis Bartosz you are loved) but I don't care, she deserved it, otherwise the family tree would be 100 times more kaput if she was allowed to populate it even more, especially if she still has access to the machine) and that’s it, she gets a shut up/die

Ines Kahnwald

So people seem to be opinionated both ways with this one but here we go

I guess she WAS doing everything for Michael’s own good - he rocks up with no family or anything to speak of, he’s real scared and sad and she does in fact take him in when otherwise he would have been homeless jobless lifeless so yay Ines

And yeah I guess you could say it’s hard on her when he’s distant from her and everything but like? What did you expect? That’s not your real son bro???

And then she has to deal with his suicide (but again, he was kinda distant anyway it seems) and you get alienated by Hannah (honestly a good thing) but all in all it is nothing in comparison so you get a meh/maybe I don't actually care all that much, Hannah has taken all my energy

Doris Tiedemann

You did cheat on your husband. Idc who, why, with who, whatever, if you cheat then you a bitch for that and i have nothing more to say on the matter

Yeah then Agnes goes missing, then they potentially reunite, it’s all tame in comparison let’s be honest, idk/idc

Anyone else who I do not mention in any tier is either not a particularly significant character or they do not compare :) stay tuned for D Tier if you want

#dark netflix #netflix dark #magnus nielsen #alexander tiedemann #jana nielsen #tronte nielsen #alt martha #dark spoilers #schmerz-o-meter

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toukatan · 3 years ago

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i need loid and yor to fall in love already and kiss bc this slow burn is killing me (but i love it tho). we're already at 60+ chapters and we've only had crumbs, except maybe for that almost (fake) kiss. but i guess it's already been established that they've got a loooong way to go. especially since loid keeps holding himself back bc, as frankie said, with their job, they're not supposed to form (genuine) relationships. however, i hope there'll be some shift in loid soon, bc im dying for some romantic development

sigh aren’t we all waiting for them to kiss and fall in love anonie? you know, despite there only being 60+ chapters so far i am absolutely loving the slow burn between loid and yor. there are moments here and there but they really are meaningful and hold weight to them.

since we’re here can we just talk about a few loid moments ? because i think we can all agree that yor is somewhat there but let’s go on about loid being all “it’s for the mission” yeah sir my ass that line between fake and true is blurring.

the communication between the two is everything. the way loids was having some doubt in his ability to be a parent but yor reminds him that anya gave him a perfect 100 points— and then yor starts panicking saying it’s not her place to tell him what to do but loid interrupts yor and tells her this is exactly her place. he relies on her to be everything that he is not. the communication between them is so freaking good. tears.

the whole playing the perfect mother/wife role. loid doesn’t want yor to have to live up to that role as the way society expects someone like to her to be, how those ideas constrict you and you lose yourself — he just wants yor to be exactly who she is, who she’s always been. (he understands this well)

and after that frankie’s comment ‘don’t tell me you feel guilty for doubting her?’ comes to his mind, perhaps he did feel guilty for doubting her and her intentions.

loid’s always reassuring yor that she’s doing enough, there’s nothing more than he can ask of her and it’s all true. hell even fiona could see that he was being genuine. WISE? their greatest agent? twilight? telling truths and smiling genuinely while doing so? who would’ve thought.

and then we have the whole meal, chapter 35. god i love this chapter, there was a vulnerability here that loid displayed to yor when he was talking about his past, his mother specifically. how he spoke so fondly of his mum and how he always felt a sense of security being held by her. now he sees it in the same way yor cares for anya, it reminds him how he felt and knows anya feels the same way but with yor.

loid twilight whoever he is never speaks about his past, so for him to share this with yor— tears.

small moments too. they’ve been together for a while now that both he and anya do feel a little lonesome without her. they are family your honour. do not separate.

loid noticing when somethings wrong with yor: when yor came home with bandages on her hands, going straight to bed and not eating with them

when her injuries were visible from missions of course. he sure is v attentive when it comes to his girls.

i’m just gushing at this point and could probably go on forever but these were some of the moments that came to mind when writing.

but the development between the two is slow, steady, it’s gentle, it’s subtle. it’s just so them. i have to say it: their love languages are— words of affirmation, quality time and acts of service. and i’m certain in the future we’ll see the two of them finally come to terms with how they feel. as of now it’s obvious that they are care for one another, i understand loid (twilight) forming genuine relationships while being a spy is dangerous. you’ll end up either hurting yourself or those around you.

but little does he know that this “fake family” bond is already looking real. loid needs them as much as they need him.

(plus you know what slow burn means? angst, angst is gonna be there before any of these grown dorks get it together, we love pain. once thorn princess gets assigned to twilight it’s over for us)

#fake marriage or not this bond is real your honour and the day these two fall in love it’s over for all of us.#i just can’t get over the way they communicate sometimes #🥺🥺#spy x family #loid forger #yor forger #anon #replies #nitatalks #twiyor

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fandom-puff · 3 years ago

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Family, Duty, Honour (p2)

Pairing: Tyrion Lannister x reader

Warnings: pregnancy/pregnancy symptoms including vomiting, prejudice towards dwarfism (discussion as to whether Tyrion and YN’s child will inherit his dwarfism; not a widely accepted condition in Westeros), childbirth, details of the death of Joanna Lannister (dying in childbirth/traumatic birth), reference to miscarriage

(Part 1)

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“Pardon me, Milord,”

Both Tywin and Tyrion turned around to see a young girl, one of your handmaidens, hurrying towards them, remembering a clumsy curtsey in her haste.

“Speak,” Lord Tywin said sternly, and the girl paled briefly before turning instead to his son.

“It’s Lady YN,” she said, and Tyrion instantly stood up straighter, even more on edge. “She’s… sick, my Lord. Can’t keep anything in her stomach, and just now she fainted,”

“Where is she?” Tyrion asked urgently.

“Her bedchamber, Milord. We got a squire to help her back into bed,”

As Tyrion made to hurry after the girl, Tywin’s hand rested firmly on his shoulder. “I will send the maester. He will prove whether or not you have done your duty to this family,”

***

“YN, my dear, can you hear me?”

Slowly, your heavy eyelids slid open, and you turned your head to the source of the noise. Smiling weakly, you squeezed your husband of two month’s hand.

“Are you alright, my lady wife,” he asked you gently, brushing his lips over your knuckles.

“I’m fine. I just got a little dizzy. Must have stood up too quickly,” you said gently, but you did not soothe Tyrion’s worry.

“Your handmaiden said you’ve been ill?” He prompted, and your cheeks heated slightly.

“It’s probably just… my women’s troubles,” you said quietly, still unused to talking about such delicate matters with anyone other than an old septa.

“Or lack thereof, lady Lannister?” The maester spoke up from the end of your bed and you frowned, about to say there really was no need for all this fuss. “The maids say your linen has been clean since your wedding night,”

Clean linen.

Those two words instantly reminded you of when Cousin Cat came to stay at Riverrun with her brooding husband. She had stayed for over a month, and halfway through her stay, you heard gossip of clean linen as you wandered the corridors of your home. Later on that year, she had birthed another child for Ned Stark.

“Does that mean…” you began.

The wisened maester smiled at your bewilderment. “Potentially. If my Lord and Lady are agreeable, I would like to examine lady Lannister to be certain,”

Tyrion smiled gently and kissed your hand once more. “I will give you some privacy, my dear,” he said, and once you nodded, he left the room to bang on the door to his father’s office.

***

“Have you put a babe in her belly?”

Tyrion rolled his eyes at his father’s callousness. “She is being examined as we speak,”

“Good,” Tywin said, hardly looking up from his paperwork. “You’d best hope she is with child and not ill. There aren’t many noble families willing to pawn off a daughter to us,” Tywin sighed and gestured to the chair opposite his desk. “Sit,” he said. “You clearly have something more to say,”

Tyrion was silent for a moment. “I do not want to lose her. She is young. Too young for… this,”

“She is only a few years younger than you. And besides, that didn’t stop you consummating the marriage, did it?”

If anything went on in Casterly rock, Tywin Lannister certainly knew about it within a day.

“No, it didn’t,” Tyrion said. You were nineteen after all, and you had consummated your marriage out of duty to your families.

The night-time visits, on the other hand…

“I’m scared that a baby will… that it will kill her,” Tyrion blurted out, and he could have sworn he saw some semblance of sympathy flash through his father’s eyes. “I am scared that my child will be too much like me. That it will rip her in two and kill her. That it won’t even live in her womb. That it will suffer. That… that she will suffer,”

Tywin stared long and hard at his youngest son, his bastard in all but name as far as he was concerned and sighed. “So am I,” was all he said, before gesturing to the door. And as he left the office, Tyrion knew that Tywin did not care for your suffering, for his suffering, or even for the child’s suffering. He cared only that his legacy remained.

***

Casterly Rock was alive with gossip.

No matter which corridor you walked down, people would stare, both openly and discretely at your belly, which barely showed thanks to the layers you wore (Tyrion insisted you wrapped up warm whenever you walked through the gardens, lest you catch a chill). You could not go a day without the maester inquiring about your general health, and when your swollen ankles were brought to your husband’s attention, he had the cobblers fashion you a pair of comfortable, yet fashionable flat shoes.

***

You were laying in your husband’s bed one night on the sixth moon of your pregnancy, a hand resting on your bump. “Leave the books, husband, and come to bed. I need you to tell your child to stop kicking me so we can all go to sleep. He seems to only listen to you,” Tyrion looked up from his books and sighed, shutting them over and coming to bed, his hand resting over yours. “You’ve gained a sudden interest in midwifery, I see,” you teased, but when he did not smile at your jest, you frowned. “What’s bothering you, husband?” You said gently.

“I…” Tyrion fumbled for the words, his eyes firmly on your belly. “I am frightened, YN,” he said quietly. “That the baby will… will have… will be a little too much like me.”

Of course. You cursed yourself for not even thinking that this could be plaguing your husband. You clasped Tyrion’s hand in yours. “Tyrion… even if the baby is born a dwarf, we will not treat him the way your father treated you,” you insisted, drawing small circles on the back of his hands.

“But what if it kills you like I killed my mother,” your heart ached for him, and you tipped his chin up to face you.

“Then you must promise me to love this child regardless,”

Tyrion’s heart ached. Neither of you had wanted this marriage, yet in the few short months you had been wed he had become fond of you, affectionate. He wanted to protect you from the horrors of a kingdom still reeling from the Rebellion that saw the end of the Mad King. He wanted to see you happy and comfortable and healthy. He would spend all of the gold in Casterly Rock to ensure your safety, despite the fact that your marriage was merely one of strategy arranged by his father and your uncle. You were still his wife, the most precious thing in his life.

But over the past nine months, he could do nothing to alleviate your discomfort. He could only hold back your hair and rub your back as you vomited, the only thing you could seemingly keep in your stomach was dried bread. When you could manage dining anywhere but your chambers, he ordered for the things that turned your stomach to be kept well away. When your legs and feet ached, he could only rub them in hopes of soothing the throbbing. When the baby kicked like mad at night, he rubbed your swollen belly so that you could rest, if only for a few moments at a time.

He watched as the veritable mountain that was your bump sapped you of your energy, and he knew there was nothing he could do to restore it.

And when the time came for you to birth the child, he knew his heart would ache even more as you laboured for hours in agony, with him unable to do anything to take the pain away.

***

You went into labour at night, your sharp gasp of pain as you heaved yourself out of bed waking your husband.

“My dear, are you alright?” He asked urgently, not groggy despite the fact he had been snoring like a boar just thirty seconds prior. As he lit a candle, he saw you grasping onto one of the bedposts, lips pressed together, suppressing your groan. “I will be back in a moment, YN, okay? I’m going to get help,”

“Hurry,”

True to his word, Tyrion returned a few moments later with a few sleepy maids and a septa, who laid fresh linen over the bed and began to send for boiling water. The maester was hot on their heels, scrambling to loop his chains over his neck, before shooing Tyrion and the maids out of the room.

Your groans and cries of pain permeated the walls of your bedchamber and down the hallways of Casterly Rock, and by sunrise, coins were being exchanged on the outcome of your labour. The smallfolk crowded near the walls of the castle, eager to call out prayers in hopes that the rich old lions felt generous after the birth.

Tyrion paced just outside of the room you were in, and every time a maid went in with fresh, boiled water and clean linen or came out with bloodstained cloths and empty bowls, he asked urgently how you were doing, but no one gave him an answer.

The septa left the birthing room, walking straight past the father of your child to… the grandfather. They talked in quick, hushed voices, that could not be heard over your pained cries, but Tyrion caught the two of them looking over their shoulder at him several times.

As the septa went back into the birthing room, Tywin walked over to Tyrion. He seemed to be in no apparent rush, his steps stately. Tyrion resisted the urge to scream at his father, to curse him for tormenting him while you laboured.

“When you were brought into the world,” he began, voice level and low, so Tyrion had to strain to hear what he was saying. “You were born, for lack of a better term, arse first. But then your shoulders got stuck inside the womb, and when you finally emerged, you dragged half of your mother’s womb out with you,”

Both men paled. Not only were they weak stomached when it came to the secretive world of a birthing chamber, but Tywin was plagued with memories from twenty or so years before, and Tyrion was plagued with guilt for killing his mother when he was a newborn, and fear that his child would do the same to you.

Tywin continued. “But the Septa has reported that the child is being born head first, as it should,” Tyrion nodded slowly. Tywin was about to continue when the door opened again.

“Pardon, Milords,” a maid carrying an armful of bloodied linen said. “Lady YN has asked for Lord Tyrion to… support her. The maester has permitted it, so long as Milord stays at the top end of the bed,”

Tyrion was frozen for a moment.

“Go,” Tywin said lowly, giving his son a small shove. “Your lady wife needs you now,”

Tyrion looked over his shoulder, and he was sure he could see a small glimmer of… sympathy in his father’s eye. Kindness even. And it was this look, paired with the shift in the way you screamed that had him running into the birthing chamber.

“Tyrion!” You sobbed, one hand reaching for him, the other reaching above you to grasp at the headboard. One of your trusted hand maids, who you had brought with you from Riverrun was at your other side, pressing a cool cloth to your forehead. Tyrion hurried to your other side, just in time for the maester to tell you to push, and the child was at last parted with your body.

All was silent for a tense few moments, until sharp cries filled the room. You could hear the cheering from the corridors.

“A boy, my lady,” the maester called out, and you sobbed for joy. “A healthy son. A little on the delicate side-”

“Is he-”

“No. He is not like you, my Lord. I delivered you and your siblings, and your son is exactly the size your brother was when he was born,”

“Can I hold him?” You whispered, your arms reaching out.

“Of course, my lady. He is your son,”

The child was handed to you, nuzzled against the bare skin of your breasts, his little cries soon petering out to soft snuffles of sleep. The maester left to deliver the good news to the Lord of Casterly Rock, but your world consisted only of Tyrion and your son.

“He’s perfect,” he said, letting out a relieved laugh. “And he’s going to tower over me when he’s a man grown,” You gave a laugh, happy tears streaming down your cheeks as you rested your head on his shoulder. Tyrion pressed his lips to your temple. “You wonderful, wonderful woman, I love you,” he murmured. “I swear to you on the old gods and the new that I will protect you and my son from all harm,”

You rubbed your son’s back gently, not wanted to disturb his sleep and you looked up to your husband. “Thank you,” you whispered. Tyrion, my Lord husband. My love,”

Tags: @sociallyawkward-princess @lazyotakujen @janelongxox @honeyofthegods @lxoxtxtxi @fullmoonshadowwrites

#tyrion lannister imagine #tyrion lannister x you #tyrion x you #Tyrion x reader #Tyrion Lannister x reader #request #2021 #family duty honor #part 2 #got #game of thrones one shot #game of thrones #game of thrones x reader #game of thrones imagine

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star-star-fall-inlove · 3 years ago

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Alright diavolosbaby requested a Diavolo x Fem Reader Angst, where y/n is pregnant with his child and everyone is scared for her life because she is giving birth to a demon's child not only that but a demon with royal blood flowing through their veins. They also gave me the option to decide the ending thats cool!

𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔞 𝔫𝔢𝔴 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔞 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔢

❦︎ Diavolo was prepared for the child that would soon be running around this castle, I mean mans had the room ready, a playground in the back and ton of toys. Yes he was prepared for that but what he wasn't prepared for was for your water to break while do a fuckin back-flip...wtf y/n???? Don't worry you landed before your water broke

❦︎ Diavolo was scared...I mean who wouldn't be when you wife is in labor and there are high chances of her dying

❦︎ He'll hold your hands and whisper sweet words in your ear while waiting for the royal doctor to come

❦︎ Even through the procedure of giving birth he'll stay by your side all the way through to make sure you'll be alright

❦︎ After you were done giving birth you both decided to name the child Leonore yes the child is female

❦︎ Diavolo would hold the bundle of joy in his arms and smile down at her sleeping form. He would turn to you say "She beautiful.. she'll make a great successor darling!" You looked at him and smile weakly and call him over

❦︎ He would rush to your side after hearing your small voice

~Present~

Diavolo rushed to Y/n's side worry evident on his face he cupped his hand within hers and looked her in the eyes while she looked back lovingly and sat up straight. He opened his mouth to speak but the look in your eyes told him to let you speak

"Darling" you spoke you in a voice laced with sadness, "I love you dearly and our daughter and I wish I could be able to be there to watch her grow-" she started but was cut off, "B..But you will love don't say such heartbreaking things..I..I" before he could finish y/n squeezed his hand gently "You didn't let me finish dear...I don't have much time so hear me out...please?" He looked at her pleading eyes and sighed " Of course dear..." you only smiled and kissed his cheek "Thank you Diavolo for all you've done for me I've never regretted a moment being by your side and until this day I regret nothing, your my first love and my only love" She coughed a few times and returned to talking before it's to late. "I love you and everyone here my days here were brightest, I'll miss all of you..so..much.." She cried between talking "But it seems that I won't be staying long...Take care of daughter even with out a mother she has you and everyone I might not be physically there but I'll always be by your side even death will not..tear...me...from...your...side......." a loud beeeeeeeep sound could be heard through out the room along with the pleading of a man and the crys of a baby.

I did exactly like you asked of me dear our princess has grown into a strong independent lady there isn't a day I haven't thought of you y/n I miss you dearly

I hoped you enjoyed this I almost cried myself when writing the part where y/n cried anyways have a nice day

@diavolosbaby

#obey me #diavolo x mc #lovers #anime #diavolo x reader #shall we date diavolo #x reader #request #reqs open #I-hath-answered-my-darling-reader

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viviskull · 1 year ago

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madame-modes-shelter:

Haba jumps at the the loud noise of head meeting metal. The impact is strong enough for it to echo into the ground. She watches the person -human? Likely, but not definitely- wiggle and writhe under the van until they slide out from under it. She gives the person a small wave and the polite-but-neutral smile for greeting purposes.

The girl in front of Arthur is, from the looks, a first-grader, tops. She wears a long rosa dress, that reaches to her bare feet. Her straight hair is of a dusty rosa colour and reaches over her shoulders. Bangs cover her forehead and reach to her amber-coloured eyes, whose stare feels more intense by this. While polite, her smile does not reach the eyes. Not fake, it also doesn’t seem purely sincere. Her grayish pink skin makes her look pale, but not quite so at the same time.

Taking the person in front of her in, Haba muses. Beard, so most likely a man. He has blonde hair, but his facial hair is brown. Haba assumes he has dyed his hair, but is not really good at it. Humans like to change their appearance for many reasons. Haba finds it curious, indeed. “You hurt yourself,” just stating the obvious, but that’s how human smalltalk works. Though it might be feasible to chose a comforting action first. “Don’t worry, pain is just temporary. And while there is a small chance for an intracranial hemorrhage, the chance for it occurring is seldom. Your body evolved to survive tumbles and icks.” Squatting down in front of him, she pats his hand and Haba watches the man orient himself. Unblinking, her eyes follow the path of his. He even looks behind her as if he expects someone else to pop up. She giggles at the visibility of his train of thought. Additionally to that the movement of his big, expressive eyebrows are truly entertaining.

Finally, he speaks. Haba perks up. It is English, but very far away from the clear cut city English she encountered just today. Much more r’s, but other sounds are lost or words squished together. Which is a quirk to remember, but nothing to care about right now. Since the man has collected himself, Haba is curious now. Her words are quick and fast, while her expression shows much less enthusiasm. She fills the short silence between Arthur’s words with her own. “Are you often stuck under vehicles then? Since you stress that you aren’t stuck in this moment. But you don’t seem squashed or hurt by reoccurrence. Do you like it? I am not allowed to slither under things, though I don’t tend to get stuck. Tío Graf had a heavy blanket, he threw on me once. I liked balling myself up under it! Then he tried getting it back, but I bit him. I got in trouble for it. It is my blanket now.”

Haba huffs. She crosses her arms and turns her head away: “I didn’t sneak just now! Sneaking contains the indubitable intent of subterfuge and hiding. I did neither of those. You merely failed to detect me. That is no fault of mine. And… while I am very much have the ability to sneak, I do so neither normally nor all the time. I use sneaking when I hunt, but my brother prefers I don’t eat live.”

Kid? Haba thinks about it. Yes, she is a kid, but that is a very broad descriptor. Oh! “Forgive the delay of introduction. You may use "Haba” to address me. I am not giving you the name nor does it come with any implementation of power over me. If you want to continue calling me Kid, I give you my consent, but I do not adopt it as a name. Tell me yours.“

Through the lack of a better term, Arthur was kinda at a loss of words. On a normal everyday basis, it was often always a strange occurrence for him whenever he had a kid walk up to him, let alone one who seemed to just appear out of the blue, for a strange knowhow chat. This kid didn’t seem like a ghost by normal means, but their light-tone appearance didn’t look entirely human either. If that strange headache he often got, whenever he happened to be around any mythical creatures, with the bizarre powers his Wife bestowed upon him (which, by the way, always happened involuntarily) meant any indicator of that? He may as well be glad this young sprout didn’t appear to be a mean spirited vampire. That or he could only hope his temples were only just aching due to whacking a crack into his skull; and thank Vivi his forehead wasn’t bleeding either. Yet knowing his luck, he can never trust when life suddenly decided to throw him into the frying pan at random.

Maybe it's best to play it safe. At most, this kid’s probably got some autism or something of the sort. If the familiar sort of literal language didn’t indicate that, maybe his own radar wasn’t too far off from it. Only the spirits know he and his friends had waited a long time for their own diagnoses. Any case though, he had at least something he could call upon if he needed to find some common ground with this little lass.

Blinking one more time, the cogs in this mechanic’s head finally start to turn into overdrive. Many questions are threatening to choke him as he tries to find the words again to form a more concrete sentence. Alright, still your nerves, Kingsmen. Focus. Already moving to sit up to better level his eye contact with the other, the little piece of cardboard he still sits upon gives a soft hiss the moment he pushes himself up with the help of his van to pull himself off the ground. His vehicle gives a protesting squeak, but sits put up with his quick grip, too. When man could trust one thing, a good machine always stayed loyal to whoever had its key.

If this was a kid without one of their parents? Lance would so not let him work a shift alone again if he ignored an odd situation like this. That or at most lose his music privileges for sure.

Finally, getting his tongue to cooperate with him again, Arthur says, “E-Eh, uh, yeah… only if I was a dead man, maybe. However, I don’t think I’d be much use to anyone if they found me dead while trying to tighten one of this machine’s bolts.” Alright, we’re throwing in a joke here that’ll totally fall flat on this child. He grips the tool he’s holding into two hands now. It’s a start with his customary icebreakers, but normally his husband was more decent at this sort of stuff. “But, uh–,” he blanks for a second before their name comes back to him the next–, “Ha-Haba, what’s this about you being an outstanding sneaker? If you can steal yourself a blanket from them alright, is there any reason Tí.. Tío Graf isn’t with you right now?”

For another second, he pauses for a moment. His brain’s still trying to catch up with him, but when it’s going a million miles per hour to keep this child’s attention.. Wasn’t it proper manners to teach a kid to return mannerisms? He still hasn’t returned his name.

In that instant, he offers a late, awkward smile. It’s more nervous than anything, but instinctively he had to mirror the other’s; even when it wasn’t as sincere. “Th.. The name’s Arthur by the way, Haba.” He says. “Most stick to Artie or Kingsmen if you don’t feel like learning the long tale of it. You seem more like the explorer type, from the looks of it.”

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Haba’s eyes wander across the room. It is nice that Tia Mode’s place rarely looks the same. Somehow it seems like only Haba herself finds amusement in the fact that the shapeshifter owns a shapeshifting tavern. Even the regulars are seldom purely human. So any new face could be anything, really. And that is exciting. It can be dangerous, but danger is something for the adults to handle. Haba slides from her seat near the window. The outside harbours a rainy city that Haba does not recognise. It seems full of humans and bustling with life. More than one bright red double-decker bus has passed the window in the last five minutes. Even the buses are full of people. And all of them seem to be in their own little world, barely glancing at each other, much less at Madame Mode’s. The few people that detect the little cafe, come in with a gust of cold, wet air. They order with a very clear and pronounced English that Haba has heard a few times, but where it originates from is beyond her knowledge. Fewer of the customers stay for the drink, nearly everything is to go as they need their morning drink before work. It has wound down a bit for now, but the next rush will come soon.

With a loud thump, Haba’s naked feet connect with the floor. It sounds hollow today and the grain of the wood leaves a pronounced tactile impression under her feet. The whole cafe looks wooden today. It has the charm of an old pub. Wooden panel walls, wooden bar, the bar stools have metal parts, but the backrests are, again, wooden. Everything seems to be made from a dark wood. It gives the cafe a dim expression that even the lights right over the bar are unable to brighten up. Haba hopes that at least the floor will stay like this for a while as she traipses to the counter and climbs up a barstool next to one of the regulars. The grey-haired man gives her a wink and tousles her hair, but does not give her any attention, otherwise. Her brother, the barman, has his chin in his hand as he listens to the customer with disinterested amusement. He throws Haba a glance as the other takes a short pause, before he returns his focus on the guest. Accompanied with a decisive wave of his hand, her brother says: “No can do, amigo. Last time I tried to do one of your ideas - as a favour- I might add, the machine was clogged up for days. Blood meal is no coffee grounds.” Haba rolls her eyes. It is all in benign humour, between her brother and the vampire. It is a discussion, an argument, a stage play and it is completely boring to watch. The other takes an offended gasp and starts with an expressive “But!” as Haba slides from the bar stool.

She waves at her brother and the vampire and exits the barroom through a door behind the bar. A short visit to her room leaves Haba frustrated with nothing to quell her boredom. In the end, she finds herself pacing one of Madame Mode’s many corridors. Random doors get opened to catch a quick peek of whatever place hides behind them. In the beginning, Haba is unsure what kind of place she wants to find. One room has walls that are a mixture out of paper panels and wood. The floor seems to be some straw mats. The other leads to a beach. As Haba inspects the door, a toilet sign is painted onto it. The next one leads into a little kiosk. Outside, heavy rain is falling onto a dirt road.

Then a dark, starry night sky fills her eyes. In awe, Haba steps through the door. The air is dry and cool. It reminds her of her birthplace, though, checking her surroundings, she is standing on an artificial trash hill on a plane, not a mountain range. Behind her flickers light from an old telephone booth from which she stepped from. The receiver has been ripped off ages ago and the cables are sticking out in the air. Haba clicks her tongue with her hands on her hips at the many, many metal things around her. How unsightly. Then she carefully scrambles down the skeletons of cars, refrigerators, bikes and more. From under a hood a rattle snake hisses at her. For a moment Haba considers taking the snake up on their challenge, but they look like a young one that doesn’t know better. Haba leaves her be, since she knows to be better than that.

The metal graveyard is surrounded by a wall. It takes her a few minutes to find the exit to a big parking space and a big house with a bigger garage. Kingsmen Mechanics is written on it in big lettering. Even though it is deep in the night, the garage is still lit. Without a sound, Haba walks over the dirt and gravel towards it. The garage houses not many cars right now. One is propped up. But with the exception of a bright orange van, they all seem to rest right now. The van is in the centre of the light source of the garage. Haba hears grunts coming from it as she walks around it. There are two legs sticking out from under it. It looks like there is enough space for the person to get out, but then again, why would they grunt otherwise. “Are you stuck?,” the girl asks the pair of legs.

#reblog #Ah! I love acting! {RP Thread}#Boy.. you seriously need some sleep {Arthur}#Write it down! {Canon}#Icon Cred: danicloth #Icon Cred: binaconfusa #long post cw //#madame-modes-shelter #((if demons aren;t getting him and the car's not killing him.. His social skills are through the roof /j))#((at least these two will get along just fine lmao))

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atlas-of-a-human-soul · 4 years ago

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Draw your swords, pt. 13

Summary: Terrified of losing Y/N, the Darkling lets his defenses fall.

Warnings: angst, slight fluff, sexual content

Part one // Part two // Part three // Part four // Part five // Part six // Part seven // Part eight // Part nine // Part ten // Part eleven // Part twelve

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“Stay with me”, the Darkling trembled as he rushed back to the camp. He held her body close to his chest, her head slumped right where his heart beats thunderstorms in her name.

She’s slipping away, he can feel it. The injuries she suffered and the power she used weakened her irreversibly.

He should be angry with her, enraged, but he had no strength to spare for violent emotions. His heart couldn’t bare much more than the pain he found himself drowning in. It wasn’t the pain of his own wounds, rather the pain of her parted lips and ragged breaths that came like final gushes of air her lungs released.

“HEALER!” He shouted, hoping, praying to the Saints he never believed in before.

“HEALER!” There was something in his screams for help, an unimaginable pain behind it.

Y/N’s fingers twitched, her chest rising in a strange manner; what should expand with an inhale suddenly draws in, a paradox he had seen in dying soldiers.

“HEALER!” It was the kind of scream that went straight for the heart.

Everyone tensed, following the Darkling – a man who never showed genuine emotion other than rage. His call for healers felt like a cry from the heart and soul that stretched across the foundations of who he is. The anguish tore through him as he saw a healer run toward him.

Letting out a shuddered breath in relief, he collapsed to his knees. “Not me!” He growled as the healer tried placing her hands on him, “Help her! Save my wife!”

Nodding, the healer looked down at Y/N with wide eyes. Another healer arrived too, then another, and another.

The Darkling refused to let her out of his embrace as two of the healers tried to take her away. “No!”

“We have to take her”, the first healer insisted. “She doesn’t have long and we have to act fast and that’s not going to happen while you’re clinging to her!” Eyes wide, she covers her mouth as it dawns on her who she’s speaking to. “Respectfully, General.”

Staring at her with raw suffering, Aleksander licked his trembling lips. He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around her. Leaning in, he pressed a kiss to her temple instead of her forehead – forehead kisses in this moment would feel as if he’s kissing her corpse before her final rest.

He couldn’t stomach that thought.

“If you die, I’ll never forgive you”, he whispers.

This isn’t how it’s meant to be, how it’s supposed to be. He could never believe anyone ever loved anyone the way he loves her.

Nothing ever made him so frightened as the thought of losing her.

“Take her”, Mal tells them. Looking down at Kirigan who seemed incapable of standing back up on his own, he realized he had to take over.. “And send someone for your General. Send everyone for the wounded in the field.”

Aleksander looked up, jaw clenched and eyes swimming in tears he has yet to shed.

“I’m not leaving”, Mal quipped. “She’s my General.”

Y/N wasn’t able to scream, despite the pain darkening her mind. She tried to focus on her breathing, on staying alive. The only awareness she had was of Aleksander’s arms around her – she felt his scent. When he touched her face, when he tried to gain her attention, she couldn’t open her eyes. Her ears kept ringing, mixing with a rumbling inside his chest. She managed to blink her eyes open once, just one more time to see him, but all she managed to get was a glimpse of his chin and beard.

She wondered how he’d look without it, if it would make him seem boyish, softer. Maybe it would have erased the burden on his shoulders - they may be wide, but they shouldn’t have to carry all that weight alone.

Suddenly, his scent was gone. She tried to reach for him, but her arms could not move, hanging freely instead. Cold seeped in, clinging to her insides, wrapping itself around her heart.

Slowly, her agony had faded. The pain gradually lifted, dissipating like fog. For a moment, she wondered if this is what death feels like – no more pain? No more suffering? Being alone and cold?

Despite everything, if she had a choice, she’d embrace the pain. If pain means she would return to him, to his warm arms, she’d gladly suffer.

Dizzy, confused, she felt herself being pulled up into reality. The disjointed haze receded enough for her to make sense of the world around her. Her eyelids feel heavy as she opens her eyes, the edges of her vision flickering. Blinking fast, her eyebrows knitted as her vision blurred.

‘Aleksander’, she wanted to call, but couldn’t say a word.

How odd it is that he’s the last one she thought about when she thought she’d die and he’s still the first one to come to mind when she wakes?

She no longer felt cold. He always had the ability to keep the cold away.

Sniffling, she jerked her hands away as she became aware of another’s touch. Sitting up on a table she was laid upon, she pulled herself aside before looking to the one who touched her earlier.

“It’s just me”, he raised his hands in mock surrender. “I needed to see you.” His voice is soft, sweet like honey.

Scoffing, she narrows her eyes at him and the cup of water he held out for her to take. Her mouth is dry, her throat like sandpaper. She may be angry with him, but the water he held out felt more important than their fight.

“Are you in any pain?” He asks, watching her drink all of the water in one go. “I could have them come and take it away.”

Letting out a loud sigh, she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. Raising an eyebrow, she licked her dry lips.

“Can they take you away?”

Snorting, he suppresses a smile. As long as she’s capable of annoying him, she’s going to be fine.

“What were you thinking?” Threading his fingers through his hair, Aleksander frowned. “You could have died.”

“Would have saved you a lot of trouble in the future”, she quips. Standing, she stumbles.

Feeling his hands on her waist, Y/N felt her heart skip a beat. Even now, when she’d like nothing more than to walk away, her body reacts to him. Looking up at him, she inhales sharply as she sees the tears in his eyes.

“I’m scared”, he admitted and she blinked.

“Of what?” She frowned, “Me?” Does her power frighten him? Because it frightens her.

He shook his head, “Of me”, he looked at her. His hands trembled as they touched her skin, “I’m scared of hurting you.”

“I’m scared of you hurting me, too.”

Dropping his hand, he takes a step back. “I don’t think I’m capable of ever hurting you.”

“Tell that to my neck”, she remarks. Her hand brushes over where his hand had tightened its grip just the night before, fixing his gaze on him. He seemed to regret it.

‘Good’, she thought. ‘I hope it haunts him, because it will haunt me.’

“I apologize”, Aleksander swallows thickly. He can’t remember the last time he apologized to someone. A part of him questioned if he ever apologized for anything he’s done in his unusually long life. “I had no right to act the way I did.”

“You once told me I could choose the way to punish you if you ever hurt me”, she takes his hand, intertwining their fingers.

Aleksander nods, “I’m a man of my word.”

“What’s your name”, she asks. “Real name.”

His eyes locked on hers like magnets of different polarities. Isn’t that exactly what they are? She’s his polar opposite in every way, fated to attract.

“Aleksander Morozova.” He uttered a name long forgotten; a name he wanted to forget.

Aleksander was a weak boy who failed everyone that cared for him. He was soft, young, naïve and a damned fool for ever believing Grisha would ever be free. Even now as he elevated their status, Grisha had to serve a human – the Tsar.

Her eyes held barely contained anger. As her hands clasped, a few stray flickers of light appeared on her fingertips. Unclasping her hands immediately, she raised her chin up. “I want to know everything. Tell me your story.”

“And when will I hear yours?” Darkling demanded, swiping his thumb under his lower lip.

“You seem to mistake this for negotiations”, she maintained eye contact defiantly. “Last night you told me to either go back to the Palace or to cross the fold and return to my father. It’s a choice that would easily mean I can choose to stay with you or leave and never look back.”

Placing a hand on his chest, Y/N smirked. “You can either tell me the whole truth or watch me leave.” She spoke through gritted teeth, “Don’t push me unless you’re willing to lose.”

Cupping his left cheek, she allowed a luminescent glow cast a light on his handsome features. She was angry, so angry and tired and her own power often terrified her. For once, she wanted to use it for her own benefit rather than hide it.

“What good will it do?” Aleksander’s bottom lip quivers as her light illuminates tears collecting in his dark eyes. “You’ll hate me as they all do. Even my mother saw me as a monster.”

“I’ve seen what you really are. And I never turned away…what makes you think I will now?”

She felt his jaw clench under the palm of her hand as he swallowed thickly, “You would if you could see my heart, all of it.”

Exhaling through her nose, she shook her head. Her eyes soften, her lips parting. How could she ever be indifferent to his suffering? She wished she could be colder, to leave him in tears and not look back. Hearing his words, his belief that he’s unlovable tugged at her heartstrings.

"Have you no faith in me?"

In a fight, they’re lethal, but around each other their armor is gone.

“I’ve waited for you for centuries. I dreamed about you for hundreds of years before I ever saw your face. I longed for you, missed you, died and lived for you.” Taking her face in his hands, Aleksander bends. His forehead meets hers as his nose brushes against the tip of hers.

“Ever since I laid eyes on you, my dreams have been clearer, focused on you. And in my dreams I am kissing your mouth and you’re whispering ‘where have you been’”, his eyes overflow with tears as he continues with a fractured smile. “I say, ‘I’ve been lost, but I’m here now’.”

Swallowing thickly, he felt as if his heart was breaking. “You’re the only person who has ever been able to find the real me. You saw me underneath all the darkness.” Reaching for her hand, his fingers tremble. “I was waiting for you without knowing it. I’ll make up for all the mistakes, for all the years I was supposed to be kissing you.”

“So why is it so hard for you to be honest with me?” She whispers, her hands trembling as they hold onto his shoulders.

His frown deepens, “Why weren’t you honest with me?”

“You once joked and said I’m no Inferni”, she shrugged. “You were right about that. My mother was. Father never knew about either of us. Your turn.”

“I was honest”, he sighs. Stepping back, he frowns. “I told you my name, I answered your questions about the black heretic.”

Reaching for him, she felt her heartache intensify once his tears began to flow freely across his cheeks.

“Don’t”, he recoiled from her touch. She wrapped her arms around her own waist, hurt by the rejection.

“It’s not easy for me to talk about my past. It’s as if I’m cutting myself open, letting the ugliness spill out. It’s not painless.” Swallowing thickly, Darkling’s eyes widen as he tries to hold back more tears from escaping him. “It would have been simpler to close myself off and find an unremarkable lover who’d never dare defy me, but I keep taking the risk because I want to be with you and I hope that one day you will feel the same way about me.”

“I want”, she stopped, tucking her hair behind her ears.

His voice was quieter, “What do you want? I’ll give you everything.”

“I don’t know”, she replied honestly. “I’m hurt, Aleks. You hurt me after you promised to protect me.”

Running a hand across his face, wiping his tears away. He averts his gaze. Watching her break because of him deepens the cracks in his poorly stapled, bleeding heart.

“What do you want”, she looked to him with a weight in her chest. How can loving someone hurt so badly even when the love is reciprocated?

“Never mind what I want”, he turned away. Facing her now would have chipped away at his fragile sanity, so he did what a coward would – he hid.

“You asked what I want”, she placed her hands on her hips. “I want to know what you want.”

Shaking his head, he let out a breathless chuckle. “You”, he smiled. “I’ll always want you.”

Closing the distance between them, she closed her arms around his neck. Before she could reach for him, he gripped her by her thighs and lifted her effortlessly. Wrapping her legs around his waist on instinct, she got lost in the rush of blood to her head when he pinned her against the table behind her. He paused, searching her eyes.

Whatever he was looking for, she hoped he found it.

“I don’t own you”, his eyes flicker to her lips as she sinks her front teeth into the soft flesh of her bottom lip. “I never did. Human or Grisha, you always owned me. I was just too blind to see it.”

Brushing his lips against hers, Aleksander smiled in resignation. His eyes are so different in moments like these, softer than she ever imagined eyes could be.

“Your silver tongue won’t get you far”, she struggled to keep her eyes open with his lips a whisper away. “But you’re free to try.”

She felt his burning gaze, finding it hard to concentrate on much besides breathing. He observed her, capturing her soft, naturally charming and appealing nature. She’s genuine and sweet, the reason why everyone’s head turns when she walks into the room.

How did he not realize it before?

She’s the sun.

She always was.

He always did squint angrily at her like he does with the fireball in the sky.

Y/N’s hands ran up and down his chest as her lips claimed his - passionately, roughly, determinedly. Without a word, she started to unbutton his kefta, her cold fingertips brushing his warm skin - until she lost patience and ripped the bottom part wide open, pressing her palm against his chest as he broke the kiss.

“Are you sure?” He raised his eyebrows in concern.

“I’ll be mad at you tomorrow. Kiss me”, she ordered, drawing a smile on his lips as she pulled him closer, her lips reattaching to his, her teeth sinking into his lower one.

Pushing him onto the floor, she didn’t waste time. Her bottoms were down so quickly he hardly had time to take a proper breath before she unfastened his pants too.

Heaving, Aleksander could hardly get enough of the view on top of him - her beautiful mouth opening in pleasure every time she sunk down on him, her eyes rolling back into her head, her hands placed over his chest to keep herself steady. She speeds up, prompting his loud, uninhibited moans that drew an honest smile upon her lips. He trusted up and into her as his high hit fully, taking her by surprise. She gasped, his thrust giving her an unexpected release as she clenched around him.

Gasping for breath, she laid on top of him. Y/N was very aware of his arm around her as it pulled her close, his hand on her hip, giving it a light squeeze. He leaned into her, his lips pressing a tender kiss to her temple, making her tingle with anticipation of something more - something she shouldn’t think about after their argument.

How can she trust his change of heart has nothing to do with the fact she’s the Sun Summoner? How can she ever trust him at all?

Clearing her throat, she pulled herself off Aleksander. “Put something on, someone might come in”, she told him as she secured her pants back on. She could hardly look at him, afraid he’d weaken her resolve. She couldn’t forgive him so easily, even if her heart ached for him.

“Let me in”, a voice from outside the tent made Y/N look to the entrance with a frown.

She crossed the distance swiftly, her hands ready in case she had to use her sword. She goes to place her hand on the hilt only to find her sword is not on her.

It’s a good thing that’s not her only weapon.

“Hey!” She shouts at the Grisha as they pulled someone away. “Stop!”

“General?!” Mal laughs as he manages to look back at her, fighting against the Grisha.

“Mal?” She chuckles, glad to see he’s still alive.

“Leave him alone!” She orders, feeling a presence behind her. She didn’t need to look to know it’s Aleksander. Unfortunately for him, she wasn’t in the mood for anymore talking.

“You’re alive?!” Mal goes in for the hug, but his eyes catch a glimpse of Kirigan’s glare and he slowly backs away. “We need to regroup.”

“How many have we lost?” She frowns.

“You’re Grisha now”, Aleksander speaks up. “You don’t have to fight for the humans.”

Glancing over her shoulder, she scoffs at him. How could he even think she’d give up on her people now?

“That’s not something I’d like. I enjoy my humanity.”

She was the flame who lit his life on fire and while he was burning, he wanted to thank her for it and ask her to stay a while longer. Darkling nearly chuckled at the thought of calling her fire, but she is and he craves the burn.

The Darkling wanted Y/N to be the one addicted to him, in equal measure as he was addicted to her. He wanted to give her a reason to stay with him, if not for love, then for lust. He’d find a way to her heart in the meantime and knowing they’ll have a forever comforts him, but he needed to have her in every other way until then.

He knew he could make her truly happy if she’d let him and he wasn’t about to let her go.

Not without a fight.

Watching her walk away with the soldier, he clicked his tongue. Mal, whoever he is, poses a threat he needs to handle.

Swiftly.

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A/N - I struggled so much writing this chapter, hope you guys like it. I’m probably gonna pass out now, I’m exhausted. xx

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PART 14

#the darkling x reader #the darkling #aleksander morozova x reader #aleksander morozova #general kirigan x reader #kirigan x reader #general kirigan #shadown and bone

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shy-peacock · 2 years ago

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A lil fic where Namaari gets sick and Raya takes care of her because some soft moments are necessary in these trying times ❤️

Just a funny/short snippet- not ideally sick but injured??? (maybe in-canon, maybe not) edit- I also know nothing about concussions but the brief moments I had one.

Raya expects Chau to get hurt.

It was his ‘thing’, despite it being a very unusual ‘thing’ to have. He was the clumsy, uncoordinated one of them all. The kid that was always falling flat on his face, only to pick himself up again and take off on a full sprint. Safe to say, it was a miracle he even made it to the age of seventeen. Raya had a fully stocked first aid kit in several tucked away corners of the house, her car and plenty in her office at the Sisudatu.

So when a grunt echoed out through their backyard, commotion rising, the family frantically rushing inside; it was any wonder that Raya was caught off guard when Chau wasn’t the one who walked in with a knot on his head-..but her wife, Namaari.

“I need every specialist on the floor, now!” Virana screeched as she stormed back and forth across the hospital hallway, barking orders at the nurses and doctors to come help ‘save her child’. Said "child" sitting up, completely fine, leaned into Raya’s embrace as she held an ice pack against her forehead. Icing the large bump there, as well as covering the tiny yet deep gash across it. All of them awaiting the doctor, who would be arriving momentarily to patch her up.

Large emphasis on ‘everyone’.

“Dammit, Raya-..you had us thinking Namaari was dying!” Boun grumbled, arms folded as he and Tong sat back against the wall. The young man pouted much like he did in his younger days, “we almost ran someone over trying to get here!”

“I didn’t say she was dying- Boun!” Raya snapped back, “I said, she was bleeding heavily from her head and that we had to get her to the hospital-!”

“I’m actually fine-” Namaari commented, “really-”

“You really aren’t though, Namaari.” Benja chuckled then, sitting in a chair off to the right of the hospital bed where Namaari was. Sisu at the chair next to him, his grandchildren Chau and Linh piled around him, sitting on the armchairs.

“Regardless-...Raya, you couldn’t think of any other way to say that-!?” Tong growled, “we were in the middle of a campaign-”

“A campaign…?” Sisu perked up, confused.

“Yes, basically it’s a sophisticated, complex tournament of the-” Tong began, cut short by Linh as she leaned over and spoke to Sisu. Loud enough for all of them to hear.

“It’s literally a board game for nerds..”

“EXCUSE- me…!” Boun huffed, “we are not nerds-...we are the Knights of Eterna..the greatest land of-”

Linh waved her hand, motioning towards them, a mischevious smile on her lips, “I rest my case…nerds”

“That’s not true.” Chau added, “I play it with them all the time-..it’s super fun.". He turned to Sisu then, wanting to convince her most. "Noi even plays it sometimes-" he added, mentioning the only one of them that wasn't here. Both her and even Atitaya on vacation, though different ones with their own families.

Linh rolled her eyes at her brother, “you’re only making my argument more valid…”

“Okay, Chau…Linh-...everyone,” Raya stated, giving them all a look as they tried to argue again, “my bad for not being more specific, but now that you’re all here-..I don’t think we need to make Namaari’s concussion worse by yelling-”

“Yeah, Linh..if Mom dies that’s on you.” Chau teased, nudging his sister with his elbow, “don’t make it worse.”

Linh scrunched her nose up at Chau, fire in her eyes. Clearly feeling bad for the very reason Namaari was in the hospital at the moment. The two practicing her swing in softball, Namaari pitching her the ball while Linh hit it across the yard. Only practicing, not actually knocking it out of the park! Which is what Linh did apparently, too eager to show off her moves, the ball flying straight into Namaari’s head. Knocking her out cold.

“Chau, did Mom ever tell you that you’re adopted?” she said, cocking her head to side in a mocking manner.

Chau's eyebrows knitted together, mouth falling open.

“I am not-!?”

“Sure you are, do you really think your FAT head could come out of Mom’s-”

“Linh.” Raya warned, looking at them both, “and Chau, stop.”

“Yes, Mother- listen to.” Namaari piped, randomly, her voice…off. “Grounded you are.”

A pause, noting the oddness of her words.

“Well-...Namaari’s hit yoda-style speaking,” Boun commented, “it’s all downhill from here.”

“Wait-...seriously!?” Sisu shrieked, “is she gonna die!?”

“Now, now-...don’t jump to conclusions-” Benja laughed.

“I’m fine-...so fine-.” Namaari laughed, sounding delirious then, making the matter worse as the room exploded into conversation and panic. One side freaking out that she actually wasn’t okay, the other trying to convince them that she was fine. Loud, their voices collaborating into one giant sound. Going on and on until-

“Er…excuse me…” a single voice chimed in, silencing them all in one single comment. The group turned, seeing an elderly woman standing in the doorway, a lab coat on and a smile on her lips. Virana, exhausted out of her mind, at her side. Looking as though she had raced all the way across Kumandra and back for the doctor before them. “If you wouldn’t mind…I’m Doctor Fa, if everyone could exit to the visiting area so I can fix up my patient-..everyone of course, but the wife- Leader Raya.” she chirped quite cheerfully, “please and thank you!”

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“You think it’s gonna leave a scar, Mom?” Chau asked, pushing her wheelchair along as they left the back room then for the lobby to checkout.

Namaari now all patched up, on some medication for the pain, and ready to go. Doctor cleared her so long as she stayed up through the night, was checked on regularly, and brought back if her condition worsens. She had a concussion, as expected, but she would be fine once the swelling went down. Stitches in, prompting Chau to question the aftereffects of Namaari’s injury.

“I wonder what shape it’ll be…” he contemplated out loud, gasping then, “OH MY GOD-...you could be like HARRY POTTER!?”

Namaari snorted, touching the wrap on her head, wincing slightly as it was still tender. Raya swatting at her hand playfully as she did, giving her a stern look all the same.

“Don’t touch it-” she scolded, “Chau, keep an eye on your Mom while I check her out- make sure she doesn’t fall asleep…or stand up-”

“Raya, I can walk-.” Namaari assured her, earning her a kiss against her cheek from her wife.

“Yes, we know-..and like I told you…three times now, dep la-...Doctor Fa said take it easy and insisted you relax.” she reminded her, “now stay put my love, Chau keep talking to her.”

“You know, Mom- speaking of wizards and stuff…what house do you think I would belong in- I mean, I like the color green but do you really think I belong in Slytherin?- Cause in my opinion I’d assume I should-” Chau began, his voice growing fainter as Raya walked to the front desk. Signing papers, release forms, silently. Happy that the chaos of this day was soon behind them, even though they had a long night ahead of them.

Raya thought she had come alone, only to turn and find Linh at her side. Speaking then to the lady at the front desk.

“Hi, I’m sorry to interrupt you.” she said in an incredibly sweet voice, all proper as she had learned from not only them but from her Grandmother, Virana. Especially around the councils. “I wanted to know about your return policy…?” she asked, dead serious.

“The…return policy..?” the nurse replied, confused.

“Yes, he’s about seventeen years-..” she responded, “I think we had a mix-up at the hospital-...”

At first, Raya was confused, then it hit her.

Oh my God-...

Raya realized what she was saying.

“Not funny, Linh” Raya stated.

Linh pressed back a smile, “worth a shot though-?”

“Sorry-..she doesn’t get out much-..” Raya sighed, forcing a smile at the nurse as she turned her daughter around to leave.

Grateful to be on their way home, done with the hospital.

(for now...)

#rayamaari #rayaari #raymaari #raya x namaari #namaari x raya #oc:chau #oc:linh #surviving kumandra city #SKC universe #ratld #ratld au

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alltheworldsinmyhead · 4 years ago

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ON FEYSAND’S PLOTLINE IN ACOSF

!!!!MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE WHOLE ACOSF!!!!

Let’s be honest for a while, okay?

ACOCF had potential to be SJM’s best book, if not for any other reason then because of the sheer idea of it. Coming-of-age, healing story of the most complex and polarizing character she has ever created set in the time of peace, away from the familiar setting (according to the later changed concept which still remains in the snippet at the end of ACOFAS), development of her arguably most feisty and angsty love story... It could be her absolute trumph. Even with the change to stick to Velaris instead of exploring the Illyrian culture of the Mountains and with the added conflict of the Mortal Queens and Koshei, it still could work quite well.

It didn’t. For many, many reasons, but the most important one, in my opinion, being the feysand pregnancy plot.

Nothing about this plotline made sense. Not a single thing. From start to finish, it was an absolute disaster from the character-writing POV, from the narration POV, from every single context of it. It broke the rules of real-life logic, it broke the rules of this fantasy world setting and it completely exposed that Rhysand, while not a bad guy, is a pretty terrible partner, even worse ruler and an absolutely terrible contender for the High King title.

Let’s break this whole mess down (and expect this post to be mammoth-sized. it’s not my fault, though, write to SJM if you have any complains):

1) Feyre, 21, decides to get pregnant, even though less than a year earlier, she expresses the delight with not being forced to bear children to her new mate and told him herself she wants to wait a while and enjoy her life with him. Feyre decides she wants a baby though and Rhysand goes along with it, even though he is aware how young Feyre is and how hard her life has been up until this point. He wants a baby too much to have an honest discussion with Feyre about it, to stop and wonder what is the reason for her sudden change of heart, to reassure her that they have a lot of time ahead of them and don’t need to rush. No. She mades a sudden decision to have a baby after A YEAR OF MARRIAGE and not much more of being turned fae, JUST AFTER having her whole world put upside down, having received a completely new title and responsibilities, surviving the wat and being mated. Great.

2) Feyre decides to get pregnant and Rhys goes along with it less than a year after the end of the bloody war. It is politically a delicate time, everyone is still not sure how the balance will shift, some countries don;t want to sign the peace treaty, etc. There are a lot of enemies and a lot of turmoil remaining. But sure. Let’s have a baby. Perfect time to add yet another target, another weakness that can be use by the Mortal Queens, Beron or whatever else with malicious intent towards the Night Court.

2) Feyre gets pregnant after approximately a year of trying. I know healthy people of reproductive age for whom it takes ages more than this. Fae’s pregnancies are rare af and precious and happen once in a blue moon, but ofc SJM broke the world’s rules for her darling Feyre. And again, for Kallas and Vivianne who are also expecting the baby, even though it has been a maximum of 3 years since they’ve mated. 3 years is also not a particularly long time to try to have a baby for those who have issues with their reproductive systems like Fae women. Thank you, next.

3) Rhys has unprotected sex with Feyre in her Illyrian form when she conceives, even though he knows full well having a winged baby would kill her. He does it anyway, for shits and giggles apparently. They probably have sex in the sky above Velaris, for all we know.

4) The baby has wings. Now, the whole explanation with Illyrian wings being bony (bc they resemble bat wings) and Seraphin ones being more flexible (bc they resemble bird ones) is so insanely stupid that it takes around 3 seconds to wikipedia this shit and find out it’s exactly the opposite. But okay, the baby has wings and Feyre will die while giving birth, along with the baby. Madja forbids Feyre from turning into an Illyrian to carry the pregnancy because it MIGHT hurt the baby. Now, remember, Feyre conceived while in Illyrian form and then turned into High Fae. The baby survived it just fine. The baby MIGHT be hurt by Feyre turning .... but it will FOR SURE die if she stays High Fae and Feyre will too. Idk about you, but I would take the risk of MIGHT instead of FOR SURE. Especially when she is already in labour and dying. Cauldron or Nesta or idk who alters Feyre’s pelvis after the baby is cut out of her for no apparent reason but to allow feysand to make exactly the same mistakes later on. How convinient. And Nesta also alters her own pelvis bc god forbid she won’t be able give Cassian babies like the little useful mate she is now. She should’ve probably done it with Elain too, just in case she decides to fuck Az in the future, because fuck consequences and fuck the stakes in the story that make the readers actually CARE about characters bc they know the author may actually kill them and not save their life every fucking time.

5) I don’t even want to comment on the fact Rhys hid the true danger of this pregnancy for Feyre and their family went along with it. It is absolutely disgusting. And Nesta telling her and that being condemned as the act of the ultimate cruelty which is a final straw to break her self-loathing back.... is abhorrent. It made my sick, actually, phisically sick. There is no justification for it. No at all. And the fact that they did not even consider abortion sends a message that I really don’t want to think too much about it. Feyre was 2 months along when they learned the baby is winged. 2 months. 8 weeks. It wasn’t a baby yet, let’s be honest. They could’ve at least discussed it. She - oh my god, I cannot believe SJM wrote it this way, I’m gonna be sick.

6) For the entirety of Feyre’s pregnancy, they have no plan to really help her. Labour plan? Haven’t heard if it. They have money and power and access to the healers of the whole land. And did not figure out how to stop her from bleeding out after a fucking C-section. THIS WORLD HAS MAGIC AND THEY COULDN’T STOP HER FROM BLEEDING OUT AFTER A FUCKING C-SECTION. Didn’t even ask Thesan, the High Lord of Healing, to be present. Cassian had guts hanging out of his stomach and survived. Az was fucking slashed apart in Hybern and survived. But yeah, Feyre was on a brink of death after a C-section. Great, Sarah. Keep it up. Let’s force the thought into young girls’ heads that labour is the most lethal thing ever, why not.

7) Also, for the entirety of Feyre’s pregnancy, Rhys keeps quiet about this idiotic bargain. He, as far as we know, doesn’t make any plans for the moment when him and Feyre and possibly their baby are dead. If they died and baby survived.. who would take care of it? Does Rhys have a conversation with his family about it? NAH. Doesn’t write any sort of plan how to keep the Court going, doesn’t inform even the closest of his co-workers how they should proceed to act after he’s gone and his and Feyre’s power go to god-knows-who. Their deaths would mean a sure chaos for the weakend and fragile Prythian and the Night Court especially and yet nor Rhys nor Feyre make any sort of preparations for it. Rhys doesn’t tell his brothers or Mor or HIS SECOND IN COMMAND they will all soon have to somehow manage without him. He was about to just leave them to their own devices and told them in the last. possible. moment.

And this man - this man is, according to Amren, the best candidate to handle the whole country? To unite it? This fool who makes idiotic bargains, who thinks first about his cock and his own selfish desires and considers his subjects and his responsibilities as a High Lord last and least important of all? Who has so much trust in his wife, in his High Lady, the mother of his son that he doesn’t tell her she will almost surely die on a birthing bed because it MAY UPSET HER?

This plotline was the straw that broke my back. ACOTAR, at it’s heart has always been a ya fantasy with added ‘spice’ and I was willing to bend my critical-thinking skills in many cases and forget and forgive many smaller idiotic issues in this series. But this? It is not idiotic. It is massive and stupid to the point when it becomes insulting to the reader. It was a plot straight out of a bad fanfic, not something that should be in a published book written by someone who writes for a living. You could even argue that Twilight has handled this toxic trope better. I have wasted my money on this book and thinking about it will always be painful for me. So yeah.

ACOSF could be great. Ended up quite pathetic.

#acosf #acosf spoilers #a court of silver flames #rhysand #feysand

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