#no matter the witnesses or the possible harm that could come to her if she did it

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I need more android robin whump!! Is robin ever gonna come across one of her previous owners who mistreated her (maybe billy) and have to face them again ??

What would Nancy do if she ended up getting hurt ?

I love this au a lot it's so interesting

!!! Hi anon! I have a few thoughts on this... mostly about the time she finds out Nancy's brother is friends with Billy's younger sister, Max.

Now, she and Max had a complicated relationship. Max never had much interaction with her other than to give her orders (which whe did very rarely, mostly just to tell her to leave her alone). Max didn't know Robin was sentient and she didn't see a point in talking to something that was basically a laptop on esteroids. She didn't care about being nice to her, but she could never really bring herself to be too cruel. It felt like punching a teddy bear - it can't feel anything, but why would you do that? It's just mean.

She always hated how Billy treated her. Neil supposedly got her after his psychiatrist recommended it to treat his violent impulses, plus he thought Billy might be gay, and he liked the idea of having a "hot girl robot" to "change his mind". He really didn't care much about Billy's mental health, and he didn't want to waste the money, but he was being pressured by Billy's school's authorities, by the social worker in their case and by his own wife, Max's mother, who was secretly relieved, because she thought Billy would stop taking his anger out on Max if he had a different target, one who couldn't feel anything. Now, Max knew Billy was a horrible human being, and hearing Robin's cries and begging when Billy beat her was unbearable. Soon, you could never see Max without her headphones. When she found Robin curled up inside a closet, her arm bent in a strange way, looking small and terrified and crying... well, Max wasn't stupid. Brutalizing an unfeeling android was one thing, but illegally implanting tear ducts in her because she didn't look hurt enough... Billy was just cruel, sick and sadistic and she hoped he died.

But she was really more concerned with Billy's evil than with how Robin got hurt. In fact, she was relieved, because Billy mostly left her alone now. She wasn't proud of that, but whenever she heard Robin's desperate cries of "please, don't!" and "wait! It hurts!", all she could think about was... that could be her instead. So she never intervened and never tried to stop it, lest Billy turned his attention back to her.

Robin never expected anything else from her. She didn't blame her. She knew what it looked like, and part of her was relieved, too. At least Max didn't get hurt.

In fact, protecting Max like this was the main reason it took her so long to run away, but when she overheard Billy talking to the technician at the illegal repair shop, and learned that he wanted to basically turn her into an adult toy, she couldn't take it anymore. She left that very same night with only the clothes on her back.

So when Christmas comes around and the whole gang gathers to celebrate at Steve's, she sees a familiar face, and they both freeze. For a moment Max thinks this girl just looks very similar to the old android - or maybe she'd happen to be the inspiration for her design? Was she a model? She certainly couldn't be that odd robot that called herself "Robin", because she had her arm linked with Nancy's and she was smiling and telling jokes and she looked so alive - but then again, the old robot looked alive, too.

But then Robin recognizes her, and she debates between greeting Max or running away. Nancy feels her freeze by her side - and before she can ask what's wrong, Robin makes a decision to say hi. She introduces herself to Max - oh god, it really was the android - and she asks if she remembers her. She asks how Max is doing, and she doesn't dare ask about Billy but she desperately wants to know if he's still around.

Max then looks at Nancy, about to ask why the hell did she bring an android as her date, but it's like Nancy read her mind, and her death glare was enough to shut her up. Everyone else is there, including Hopper and Joyce, who are old and wouldn't understand, and even then, the idea of a sentient android is so outlandish that so far, only Steve and tona lesser degree Dustin and Suzie buy it. Convincing everyone else she's not crazy won't be easy and she does not want to ruin Robin's first Christmas. So Max bites her tongue and goes along with it. It actually makes Robin so happy - she thinks Max finally recognizes her as sentient.

She talks to Nancy in private, later, while Robin is playing some kind of videogames with Mike and his friends on the console - she tells her that was her brother's old android. She callously tells her everything in detail - the alterations, the beatings, the screaming... Nancy does her best to keep a calm exterior, but her heart breaks with every word. Max just wants to know what was she thinking bringing her to a Christmas party. And it takes some convincing - pretty much all night, and Max does not want to believe it, because that just means she let a helpless girl endure terrible abuse alone when they could have protected each other. But Nancy is so confident and so insistent and so sure of Robin's self-awareness, that Max can't help but accept it. She cries in Nancy's arms, apologizing over and over again. She didn't know. She didn't want to leave her alone. She didn't want to feel relieved when Billy went after Robin and not her. Nancy just holds her, and tells her she was just a child. She can talk to Robin some time. She's sure she'll appreciate it.

Max and Robin eventually become good friends, actually. Almost sisters. Robin learns that Max hasn't heard of Billy in a long time, and that's very reassuring - he's far from them, now. And Max has Lucas and Robin has Nancy and they have each other now, and they're building a new life away from the horrors.

So when she hears a rough knock on the apartament's door at 3 AM, and hears his voice... she thinks she's hallucinating. It happens sometimes, when her circuits are not working well, but it's rare and she's never so awake when it happens. She runs to Nancy's room and shakes her away. Her whole body is trembling as she says "I think there's someone outside."

Might be getting ahead of myself with the Nancy lore, but she still has a gun from her teenage years, when she and Jonathan had to protect themselves. She hasn't forgotten how to use it.

She doesn't recognize the man when she goes out into the hallway, she only knows he smells like beer and piss, but she can guess who he is from the way he calls for a "robot wh*re", and if she's right, then she hates that she has to meet him in the hallway, where everyone would hear if she put a bullet between his eyes (she's killed people before. It wouldn't be hard).

She's not sure how much he understands - he's leering at her when she comes out - but then she presses the barrel of her gun up against his throat, and tells him to never, ever come near Robin or Max again, or it would be the last thing he does.

He calls her a bitch, but he leaves. Nancy has the feeling it won't be the last time they'll have to deal with him.

Robin is nowhere to be seen when Nancy goes back in - her heart is in her throat, pulse picking up - "Robin? Robin, are you okay?" she calls with a trembling voice. She looks for her everywhere - bedrooms, bathroom, under the bed... she finds her curled up inside a closet, knees against her chest, face hidden in her arms, tears trailing down her cheeks. Nancy realizes she's still holding her gun and places it on the nightstand so she can gather this girl into her arms. She brings her to her bed, tucks her in and holds her tight. She could swear her body doesn't stop trembling until sunrise. All Nancy can do is to hug her tight, stroke her hair, rock her back and forth. Tell her she won't let him touch her again. Promising she'll protect her. She's safe now. Nancy promises.

Indeed, that's not the last time they see Billy, but that's something for another dayyyy

Oh and Robin meets Brenner again at one point, but she doesn't remember him 🤭🤭🤫

#ronance #android!Robin AU #my posts #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #to more directly answer your question: i think Nancy would kill Billy right there and then if he hurt Robin #no matter the witnesses or the possible harm that could come to her if she did it #her anger and her love would be stronger #im so happy you like this au anon!! 🥰🥰

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Hi!! Just had to drop in and say I LOVED your Luke fic and I can’t wait for more. I would love protective Luke with hurt/comfort, if that sounds interesting at all. Thanks for sharing your writing!!! 🌸

fighting chance; luke castellan

wc + pairing: 4.2k, luke castellan x daughter of ares! reader

synopsis: when an enemy takes advantage of your kindness during capture the flag, luke intervenes with a sword in hand.

warnings: a creepy boy👎, threats/harm to reader, she’s going through it, blood/injuries (nothing major), angry ANGRY luke, violence, lots of fluff/reassurance at the end<3

notes: thank you SO much for your kind words & your request!! hurt/comfort is my bread and butter my favourite fic genre of all time i think. & protective luke is just a bonus bc he’s already crazy so it can go as far as i want🤭 i’m not exactly sure what this turned into but if i fix it any more i'm going to go insane so hope you like it!

You’re not much of a fighter.

That alone is a normal thing to admit—plenty of people don’t like violence, the frisson of a challenge, the bruises that come with them. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.

Unless you’re a child of Ares.

People at camp often ridicule your gentle nature when they see you with your half-siblings. They’re all gritted teeth and sharp edges, born warriors that take up all the space they can get. You, on the other hand, are lousy with weapons and even lousier with your fists. You’re quiet, attentive. While your siblings charge into battle without second thought you stay back, flitting around to adjust armour, change out weapons, oversee the terrain. Planning isn’t Ares’ style so you’re pretty much useless but nobody wants to admit it. You’re usually mistaken as a child of Hephaestus or Athena.

Unfortunately, you are a child of Ares, through and through—just in none of the ways that matter.

There are rare times your father’s influence peeks through. Not with bursts of rage or fists flying, but with thoughts. And sometimes those thoughts turn into words. Well, not sometimes. One time. This one.

The evening before the camp’s Capture the Flag game, every cabin gathered around the bonfire past dinner. To burn offerings, to chat, or in Luke Castellan’s case, to admire.

He watches you laugh with Clarisse from a distance. The Ares cabin leader always had a certain fondness for you. When Luke first started dating you he had to ask Clarisse for her blessing beforehand just to be sure she wouldn’t kill him. He’d do it a million times over just for the moment you look back, your face warming when you catch his stare. He rolls his eyes at you to lessen his smile, but he’s not sure it works. You giggle and turn back to your friend.

He’s always loved your softness; your capacity to defend and not attack. Your body rejects any skill you could possibly develop for violence. Believe him, he’s tried to teach you sword fighting, but the last time he gave you a lesson you nearly impaled yourself thirty seconds in. He loves your wit and your tenderness, your proficiency at preventing conflict, your refusal to argue. But a selfish part of him loves the fact that he’s your protector even more.

The night wears on with the flickers of fire and friendly banter. One of the times Luke looks back at you, his brows wrinkle. There’s a guy talking to you. A group of them, actually, but there’s one clearly leading the pack. Some Aphrodite kid. Luke’s jaw twitches.

“Hey, princess,” the voice makes you pull away from your talk with Clarisse, but you’re confused. Luke is the only one that calls you that.

“Um, me?” You ask when you see the boy in front of you. He’s tall, chest puffed out. It’s not an endearing silhouette. “What’s up?”

“You wanna be on my team for Capture the Flag tomorrow?” He asks nonchalantly.

You laugh politely, “Sorry, but I don’t think we’re allied with Aphrodite tomorrow. That’s your cabin, isn’t it?” You feel bad that you can’t remember—his face is so … plain.

He chuckles back, but it’s a lot less nice. “No, doll, that’s not what I mean.” He steps a little too close, and even though you know Clarisse is behind you it feels like she’s a thousand miles away. “Well,” he drawls, a smirk drawn out, “you meet me in the forest after we start, and then we can … you know. Confer.”

“Confer?”

“Yeah. You get what I mean, pretty girl, don’t play dumb.”

A revulsion coats your gut. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t call me that,” you say as firmly as you can.

“What, pretty or dumb? Why not both?”

It’s demeaning, the way he says it, and it stirs a temper in your stomach you know you inherited from your father. You’re not big on confrontation. Or embarrassment. But this weirdo is talking to you out in the open and people are starting to stare. He wouldn’t dish it out if he can’t take it, right?

“I’ll pass on your offer. I have a boyfriend and I’m actually on his team tomorrow, so I’d rather confer with him, sorry.” Your hands wring together but you do your best to quell them, imagining it’s the string of Luke’s camp necklace, threaded between your fingers. You try to look for him out of the corner of your eye.

He snickers, even though it’s common knowledge you and Luke have been together for months now. “So you are dumb, huh?” He tries to smirk and you assume is supposed to be sexy, but it’s just gross. His hand tries to slide around your waist.

“Don’t touch me, please,” you hit his hand away. Your skin is crawling and the knot inside you tightens.“Just leave me alone. People are looking, you know.”

“We could go somewhere where nobody looks,” he sneers, and the grin on his face is so sleazy that you just can’t stand it anymore.

You pray to your father for strength. And to yourself for forgiveness.

“I’m sorry, are you stupid or something? I told you, no.” You snap. “Maybe you’re the pretty dumb one, but for a child of Aphrodite it’s shocking how little the first one applies.”

His eyes are wide, and the posse he’d assembled behind him has attracted quite the view. You almost feel like crying, all these eyes on you, but you’re so sick of people thinking they can walk all over you just because you’re not like your siblings.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? I’m just trying to be nice—” He grabs your wrist as you leave but you yank it hard.

“Don’t. Touch me.” People are staring at you now, but the only one you care about is Luke, who looks equally ticked and equally proud, and all you want to do is kiss him. “Hope the only time we confer tomorrow is if somebody’s sword is at your throat.”

It’s the last thing you say to him. He starts to go after you but Luke is already at your heels. “Back off, man.” You can spot how all his muscles are already rearing themselves for a fight. You wrap a hand around his wrist, and he meets your eyes. Not now.

The altercation is lost the second the two of you leave the bonfire. Nothing matters when Luke has you in his arms, kissing you outside of your cabin, telling you how damn beautiful you looked.

You’re fixing a new Ares boy’s armour when Luke finds you. “Hey, angel,” he says, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek. He relishes in the way your face heats up. “You ready for battle?”

You smile, “Always.” You pat the kid on the cheek and send him on his way. He gnashes his teeth and roars, joining his siblings at the front. Luke catches the longing in your expression.

“All good?” He asks gently.

It takes you a second for your eyes to meet his. “Mmhm,” you swallow. “Just hope his armour doesn’t fall off.”

Luke sighs for a moment, then wraps his arms around you. “He’ll be fine, sweetheart. Be safe, okay? Stay close.” He kisses your temple, rubbing circles on the nape of your neck.

“Yes sir,” you reply against his chest. His insides flutter.

He pulls your face up to his and kisses you, tender and wanting. “Let’s show these hooligans who’s boss,” he quips.

“You’ll show them. I’ll hide in the woods until some idiot comes along and tries to ambush you.”

Your dulcet tone has him wrapped around your finger, and you don’t even know it. “You’ve always got my back,” he croons, kissing your brow.

“And you’ve always got our flag.”

You kiss him again and he lets you slip out of his arms no matter how badly he wants to keep you there forever. He watches you vanish into the trees, and his heart goes with you.

He gears up with his team and the horn sounds. Game on.

There’s yelling, sweat, adrenaline, and Luke embraces it all like a man starved. This is his chance to be ruthless, to let all his untapped rage cycle through him. This is why he’s unstoppable. This is why he’s the best.

Clarisse is unusually cooperative today, but competent as always, and whenever someone’s weapon breaks or they lose their team she just barks at them to go find you. You, the smartest person in Ares, who can mend a weapon with nothing but blades of grass and determination. Luke is pretty sure your cabin would be lost without you. He wonders if you know.

The groove of the game has fully enthralled him. He’s alert, his wrist nimble, his sword a living, breathing part of him. There’s almost nothing that can take him out of his victory path until he hears one of the younger campers tell Clarisse he can’t find you anymore.

Whatever nincompoop he’s dealing with is left groaning on the floor. “What?” He barks, hand flexing around his sword. “Where is she?”

“Probably just moved,” Clarisse grunts as she kicks back an opposing camper. “She knows where everything is. Maybe she’s—oof—safer.”

“But how am I supposed to fix my spear?” The kid frowns.

Luke runs his tongue along the roof of his mouth, dry and laden with salt. He told you to stay close. Where would you go? “I’ll find her,” he decides, already sheathing his sword to walk towards the trees.

“Luke—”

“I’ll find her!”

He barely pays attention to the calamity going on around him. With a flick of his wrist he knows he can take out any person he wants. The second he gets to the trees, where the air is cooler, it’s startling how much quieter it is. No wonder this is your preferred hiding spot.

He thanks the quiet a thousand times over because if it had been any louder he wouldn’t have heard you scream.

It’s so short it’s almost indiscernible, but he knows it’s you based on how his body movies before his brain does. It snaps something in him, the adrenaline transformed into something acerbic, determined.

“Don’t fucking scream again.” A cluster of boys are stationed around you. You’re leaning back in the dirt. You barely feel the earth sticking to your skin. Just your heart jostling madly, your fingertips shaking in the ground beside you. “Okay, I won’t, just put the sword down—”

The snarling Aphrodite boy from last night takes a swing at you, and you scramble back just enough to avoid it. “No can do, doll.” His face is twisted with rage. The lackeys he had when you told him off are there too, cornering you against a cluster of trees like you’re some caged animal. There’s a dagger clenched in one of your dirt-ridden fists but you know it won’t do you any good. You can’t fight; you don’t have it in you. But these boys do. And they’re angry.

“Tell me where the flag is,” he orders. The tip of his blade comes under your chin, fogging up with the labours of your breath, your head pressed against the trunk of a tree.

You stutter, “You’re not—You’re not supposed to threaten like this—”

“You embarrassed me in front of all those people yesterday,” he cuts you off. “Thinking you’re so fucking smart. I didn’t even say anything that big a deal but you run your mouth to the entire camp and make me look like the idiot. I thought you were nice.”

The words are laced with poison. You know from the wild look in his eyes that this isn’t about the flag at all.

Tears sting your eyes and the sword grazes your throat. Of course this is happening to you. The one time you feel your father’s rage, when you exemplify the thing you’re told to be, you are punished.

You are never going to be the right kind of daughter.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” you try to say it evenly, but your breath is so ragged it’s barely audible. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said all that.” You mean it, but they won’t care.

The boy’s face looks pleased at your tears. It makes you inexorably ashamed. “Some fucking Ares kid,” he snorts. “Can’t even fight, can you? Can’t even pretend to.” His sword leaves your throat and travels up to your quivering jaw. You’re wordless, white-knuckling the dagger at your side, praying that Luke is somewhere nearby.

“No wonder they stash you back here. You’re useless.” His eyes scan every part of you, and the idea of him knowing what you look like forever is so revolting it makes you want to vanish. “Too bad you’re alone, though. Nobody’s gonna know I was here because nobody’s gonna hear you.”

Your eyes get wide, and something in your mind rumbles through you like an engine. An urge buried in your blood.

Your dagger tears into his leg just as his sword dashes your arm. The pain is sharp, stinging, but the boy winces and you know you hurt him too. It gives you just enough time to roll out of the way as he lurches forward. “The fuck is wrong with you?” He swears.

Blood drips onto your shorts, splotched with tears. You know you can’t go anywhere because his friends are here and you’re almost certain you’ll be maimed, but you tried. At least you tried.

The Aphrodite boy picks his sword back up, stalks towards you, and then freezes.

Because Luke has just spotted you. And he’s spotted the boy that has you on the ground.

And he’s the best fucking swordsman Camp Half-Blood has seen in three hundred years.

“If you don’t get away from her right now I’m putting this through your skull.” He emerges from the foliage, his sword raised, sweat dripping down his face. You have never seen anyone look angrier. He has never felt angrier.

The boy blanches, and Luke sees how easily his lapdog friends shrink in his presence. Good.

“Woah, easy,” the boy holds his hands up in mock surrender and tries to flash a smile but it’s just fucking pathetic. His arms are shaking and his throat bobs about a million times. “We’re just playing the game.”

“Like hell you are,” Luke spits. “You gang up on my girlfriend and you expect me to believe this is fair play? Want me to tie you all together and push one of you off a cliff to keep the spirit going?”

“Didn’t know she was yours,” the boy tries to shrug but again, it’s a miserable attempt that only makes Luke feel stronger.

“Not that it matters but yes, you do,” Luke chuckles thickly. “I beat your ass in sword training last week. You know exactly who I am. And I’m sure you know who you are, so it’s obvious you’re playing out of your league here.”

Out of the corner of his eye he sees you still cowering, blood dribbling down your arm. He wants to tear the world apart. “Apologize and maybe I don’t send you to the infirmary.”

“We just want the flag, man,” the boy swallows.

“And I want your head on a stick. Want to see who gets what first?”

It’s too provocative an insult for a moron like this to ignore, so soon Luke has the pleasure of disarming five bitter boys that have clearly never been good at a single thing in their life. He tears through them like sheets of paper, knocking them to the dirt, ripping their clothes. He thinks of you, just you, your honest heart and patient hands, and it’s enough to fuel him for a millennia.

The last boy, the leader, is at Luke’s mercy, and he has none to give. The flat of Luke’s blade is pressed horizontally against the boy’s neck, an angering similarity to the position he had you in earlier. “If you ever do this again, I’m going to kill you.”

“You’re—fucking—crazy—” The boy wheezes, the length of the blade squeezing his throat against a tree trunk. “I’ll—I‘ll tell Chiron.”

Luke has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep him from doing something he regrets. “Oh yeah? You want me to tell Chiron how you harassed and terrorised a girl in the middle of the forest all in the name of play? Want me to tell him what you said to her last night at the campfire? Because I’m sure it won’t take much for him to get rid of your ugly face as it is, and I’m a camp counsellor.”

He knows it’s not the most morally correct use of his title. He knows he might be stepping over the line. But he also knows you’re always being ignored or trampled over and he’s tired of pretending like he doesn’t give a damn. He’s tired of people trying to force you into something you’re not. Of you crying in his bed at night because they’re trying to drag a violence out of you that isn’t there. Always in the name of fucking play.

Luke takes the sword off the boy’s neck and shoves him backwards. His calf is bleeding, not a deep wound, but a wound nonetheless, and Luke is full of pride when he realizes you did that. The boy’s bad leg makes him wobble and fall at the force of the push. Luke enjoys watching the scramble. “I—I was just trying to be nice, it’s not my fault she took it the wrong way!” The boy flails his hands in the air, rising to his feet again, and Luke shoves him down twice as hard. A piece of his shirt tears off in Luke’s hand.

“You’ve gotta stop talking or I really am going to kill you,” he seethes. “Don’t touch her ever again. Go.”

Luke is sure he looks homicidal right now because the guy finally tumbles his way down the hill. His body fades into the distance, swallowed up by shrubbery and sweat.

The second he’s gone Luke tosses his sword and armour and gets back to you. “Shit,” he mutters, kneeling down. You’re still shaking, your head in your arms, and all his hatred morphs into a love so desperate it terrifies him. “Angel, come here. Let me see.” He lifts your face with his hands and scans you rapidly. “Did he hurt you anywhere else? Anywhere?”

“Just my arm,” you whimper. “My arm.”

He knows it’s not the cut that’s hurting you; it’s long, but thin, and it’s not bleeding too thickly. He takes the cloth from the Aphrodite boy’s shirt and wraps it around your arm, knotting it at the end. “All right, that should be better.”

You look at him with watery eyes, and he knows all you need is for him to hold you. He folds you in his arms and leans against a stump. You can’t get close to him fast enough. The tip of your nose buries itself in his neck and he feels the dampness of your cheeks on his skin. “It’s okay, sweetheart, you’re safe,” he soothes, pressing a kiss to your hair. “I’m so sorry.”

Guilt swaths over him for a brief moment; he wonders if he shouldn’t have done all that, if he should’ve been more sensible. Then your lips form a ‘thank you’ against his skin and all is forgotten.

You feel so small. The shock is still running its course, so all you can do is cry it out. Your hands still shake when you thread your fingers through Luke’s necklace to steady them. He soothes you the best he can, running his hand along your spine, all the sharpness of his voice softened just for you. “You’re all right, angel. I’m not going anywhere.”

You stay like that for a while. The sounds of the forest return to you; leaves in the wind, birds chirping, Luke’s breath tickling your hair. You crane your head up to nuzzle your nose against the faint stubble of his jaw. “My hero,” you murmur, and feel his skin shift as he smiles.

“Couldn’t have done it without you. Saw the cut you gave him on his leg.” He kisses your temple. “I hope it gets infected.”

You giggle weakly no matter how you try smothering it in his chest. “Gods, you’re awful.”

“He deserves it! I probably should have killed him!”

“You came pretty close, didn’t you?” You mumble. Luke’s expression is wary, but you smile to yourself and it dispels everything. “I was hoping you’d come.”

“Good. Serves them right, messing with you like that. Fucking idiots.” He kisses your face again for good measure, “You sure they didn’t get you anywhere else, princess?”

You nod but you know you look wounded. You nudge into the crook of Luke’s neck again. “They … you know, it’s just … the usual stuff.” Every word weighs a pound as it comes out. Your heart feels sore.

Luke tenses again instantly. “What usual stuff?”

“Um, just—” The shame gets caught in your throat. “They all think I’m useless, Luke. Why can’t I do this right?”

You start to cry again, but he just holds you closer. Sometimes it surprises you how much patience he has. He prides himself as the harsher one between the two of you, but you don’t know who he’s fooling with the way he always knows how to comfort people.

“I don’t know what to do,” you continue, blinking back tears, “I’m not—I’m just not good at this, I don’t know why I’m in Ares, I don’t know why I can’t … be that. Why is he my father? I’m no good at being angry. I want to be angry.”

Luke’s quiet for a moment. Nothing changes except his hand rubbing circles on the nape of your neck again. Then he sighs deeply and says, “You don’t owe your father a damn thing. You don’t owe anyone anything.” He’s resolute, firm, a sharp contrast to his gentle kiss on your hairline. “You’re the smartest, most generous person I know. You need those people in battle. You’ll lose if you don’t.”

The warmth of his skin prompts you to look up at him. He looks different so often, the way he can shift between so tough and so gentle. Sometimes, like now, he’s caught in the middle, the remains of a furious sweat hardening his face, but his eyes are nothing but tender. You think it’s how you like him best.

“Besides, we’re not our parents, right? Who cares about Ares anyway?” Luke shrugs.

“Luke! Don’t say that!” your tears turn into a giggle. “The Gods might punish you!”

“I’ll handle it. There’s enough fight in me for the both of us.”

“Okay, tough guy,” you mutter with a weak smile.

You’re still sniffling. He runs his thumbs across your cheeks, and his gaze softens. “You’re an Ares kid because you are a fighter, angel. You just fight a hell of a lot smarter than the rest of us. Best one I know. Well, other than me.”

It makes you smile. “So second-best?”

“Tied for first.”

He kisses you with that stupid roguish smile. It’s salty with tears and sweat, but it mends your heart anyway. There is nowhere in the world you’d feel safer.

“I love you,” he says against your cheek. “Be as sweet as you want. If anyone has anything to say about it I’ll mess ‘em up good.” Your face warms as his voice drops to your ear, “And I know you’re an Ares kid because you’ll encourage it every time. You might not have a violent bone in your body, but you sure don’t have a problem with me using mine.”

“Diplomatically, Luke. Diplomatically.”

“Sure, sure. Whatever you want.”

You can’t help but kiss him again. You’re not entirely sure why he loves you so much, why you love him so much, but you never feel quite as secure as when you’re with him.

Cheers boom from the other side of camp. Luke’s head perks up like a dog, and you turn back to search for spots of red or blue. “Did we win?” You ask, craning your head to get a better view.

“Don’t care,” Luke says.

You look back at him. His anxious face says it all. “Yes, you do.”

“Okay yes, I do, and I need to see if those douches found our flag so I can choke them out with it.”

You laugh, standing so Luke can jog off to see the state of your team. But before he goes, he picks you up and smothers you in kisses, holding you like you’re his prize.

You are not a fighter, but your boyfriend sure is. And you’re perfectly okay with that.

#perrie’s fics #perrie’s requests #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #pjo #pjo x reader #charlie bushnell #luke castellan comfort #luke castellan x you #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan fic #luke castellan fluff #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo fic #i kind of hate this i think I’M SORRY #but some parts of it are interesting so oh well #luke castellan you are fucking crazy.

[nothingbutsweetwords]

ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ'ꜱ ꜱᴏɴ, ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ'ꜱ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ

ᴀᴇᴍᴏɴᴅ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ!ɴɪᴇᴄᴇ

"ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱʜɪᴘᴡʀᴇᴄᴋᴇᴅ ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ…"

Word count: 3,900.

Fandom: House of the Dragon.

Pairing: Aemond x Reader!Velaryon!Niece.

WHISPERING - 3. Her.

She stood there, with a racing heart and trembling hands, even long after the scene had unfolded. It wasn't the fear of Harwin's actions that rattled her, she knew the strong man could never harm her or her siblings.

Criston Cole had filled the air with his vile, venomous insinuations, and Harwin, driven to defend his honor and her mother's dignity, confronted the challenger, and she feared the possible repercussions.

Clutching her mother’s waist tightly, she felt the nervous energy coursing through Rhaenyra’s form, her glassy vacant gaze revealing a lost mind. Meanwhile, Joffrey slept in her embrace, blissfully unaware of the turmoil.

Harwin, now dressed in somber black clothes and his once golden cloak conspicuously absent, approached them with solemn steps. With a tender gesture, he placed a kiss on the baby's forehead, whose innocence shielded him from the surrounding suffering. “I will be a stranger when we meet again” he lamented, casting a glance at her mother, before crouching down to her level, feeling the weight of sadness reflected in her subdued demeanor. "I will return" he assured her with his voice, though his green eyes showed the anguish of uncertainty, "I promise." His words, though scarce, were full of unsteady commitments.

As he turned to leave, after saying goodbye to her mother, she struggled to hold back tears, but the farewell was imminent, inevitable, and she didn't feel ready to accept the new reality that loomed over her. She ran towards him. "Please, don't leave" she pleaded, choked by sobs that hindered her voice from coming out clearly. Harwin, with his face etched with sorrow and a hand in her hair tried to console her as he felt his own tears threatening. She clung to him, wrapping her arms around his neck, seeking comfort. He let her weep until her tears ran dry and her twin’s voice called, beckoned them back to reality. Jacaerys took her hand, trying to pull her away from Harwin.

"He has to go" he murmured softly.

Harwin stepped back slightly, face to face, their eyes locked, and gave her his word "I must fulfill my duties, princess, but we will be reunited" The promises of future meetings were the only thing that allowed her to maintain hope amid the desolation.

"We will exchange letters by raven, won't that be fun?" Rhaenyra said, and although she tried to find solace in her mother's words, the pain and unease lingered, weighing heavily on her youthful spirit. 

As he walked away down the hallway, his figure slowly fading into the distance, he left her behind, with a void in her heart and doubts in her mind.

"Is Harwin Strong our father?" Jace inquired. The same questions echoed in her head, threatening to undermine their identity. "Are we bastards?" he pressed on, voicing her unspoken fears.

Terrified, their mother looked around, scanning, praying that no one had witnessed the situation. With her gaze still fixed at the end of the hallway as she squeezed her twin's hand. "You are Targaryens" she replied, confirming and dispelling their doubts. But amidst the confession, one truth remained unshakable.

"That's all that matters."

The days stretched on since Harwin's departure, each morning she anxiously awaited a letter that stubbornly refused to arrive. Insomnia and loss of appetite had become her unwelcome constant bedfellows, haunting her every waking moment. She closed her eyes as the intrusive sunbeams began to bother her through the window, only to snap them open when she heard the knocks on the door signaling breakfast time. Her lady-in-waiting, a silent witness to her sadness, departed as quietly as she came, carrying trays of untouched meals and wearing a worried expression.

Her brothers, during visits previous to their training sessions, attempted to distract her. Luke spoke incessantly about anything, trying to fill the voids, but both Jace and her, barely able to concentrate on the conversations, only mustered responses. Both too drowned in doubts, immersed in worries. Was Laenor unaware of the situation or did his distracted eyes see more than they appeared? Was that the reason he didn't spend much time with them? Was their true father aware? What repercussions would befall them if this were to be exposed? Questions piled upon questions, unvoiced and without answers, trapped within the confines of their heads, as the youngest's presence in the room prevented a frank conversation.

And, in fact, she doubted whether this matter would ever be spoken of aloud again. Perhaps the best option was to let these ideas die with time, in the darkest drawer at the bottom of their minds.

Even her mother's visits, with a loving intent, sought to cheer her up, but couldn't dispel the shadow over her. She couldn't help but reject her attempts, closing off and withdrawing further into herself with each passing day. Her mind was too busy trying to assimilate the abrupt transformation her life had undergone, struggling to come to terms with it. She just needed a little space and time to adjust to her new reality. Besides, she had given her news that added firewood to the fire of her anguish. 

The place that had been their home for over ten years would be abandoned, they were going to relocate at Dragonstone. At least her mother had granted her the kindness of being able to skip her classes until it was time to leave.

Amidst the whirlwind of emotions, he occupied a prominent place in her thoughts. She longed for his comforting presence and soothing words, but hadn't found the strength to leave her room and seek him out. And she didn't believe he would take so long.

There came a moment when the need overcame all barriers. With a trembling whisper and pleading eyes, she dared to ask for what she desperately craved: his company. "Please, just until dawn" she pleaded, a pout gracing her features.

"I..." She swore she could see the questions filling and swirling in his brain, fears threatening to overwhelm him. She knew she had crossed certain boundaries, but hoped her confidant would help her fall asleep, something she so desperately needed. "I'm not sure if it's appropriate" he murmured.

"Please.”

"No one would allow it.”

"No one needs to know" she argued, trying to convince him.

"There are still hours until bedtime; I can't hide here until then."

"There is no need."

"Of course there is, I'm not invisible. The guards will see me going to your door and will notify our mothers."

"They won't see you" she could see his confused, exasperated face trying to convince her it was impossible. "But do you want to? I won't force you."

"I mean, if you wish..." 

"I'm asking you." 

Doubt and uncertainty danced in the young prince's mind, clouding his eyes, but finally, he yielded to the force of her request. He hesitated, nervous. "Yes" he whispered. Once she heard him say that, she ran to her books, determined, searching for the one she had borrowed from the library when she discovered it years ago and never returned.

"Look" she pointed out once she located the page, which showed plans of the Red Keep, which was full of dark secrets, hidden from most inattentive eyes. "There are secret passages all over the castle, created by Maegor, to escape and hide in case of an ambush." He looked even more confused than before. "This is your room" she indicated the way to their meeting, the clandestine path that only they would travel. "Find this part of the wall and push it. You will see some stairs and a hallway."

"I do not think it is the best idea" he doubted, she interrupted.

"Do you trust me?"

"Of course I do."

"Then do it. After you've had dinner, lock your main door and unlock this one. I'll come to you."

Although confused, he accepted the proposal, and with a sigh of relief, she saw him disappear through the threshold of her room, carrying with him the promise of a meeting.

Under the ethereal shroud of the moon’s silvery glow and as the castle sank into a sepulchral silence, she secured the door to her chamber, keenly aware that any misstep could unveil her nocturnal escapade. Wrapped in a cloak concealing her nightdress that swayed with each step, beginning her stealthy advance towards her prince's chamber, carrying a candle to light her path.

The slightly ajar threshold of the chamber emitted a beam of light that guided her, beckoning her forth. With resolute determination, she pushed the door and stepped into the room, surprising the prince who, despite anticipating her arrival, couldn't help but startle at her sudden appearance. He hurried towards her with a mix of relief and apprehension playing across him. Despite the anxiety that gripped her, a radiant smile illuminated her face, and a sense of lightness invaded her body. Both knew this was not right, this clandestine rendezvous was improper, yet they couldn't help but feel excited about their newfound secret.

"I feared you would not come" he whispered, accepting the candle she proffered to him in his trembling hands before closing the door behind her.

"I told you I would" she replied with a smile, her gaze drifting to explore the room before her. Everything was meticulously arranged, a marked contrast to the chaos of her own chamber. The bed was impeccably made, and the fire crackled in the fireplace, giving a warm welcome to the serene space. A reflection of his orderly, methodical, and serious nature that welcomed her with open arms.

Passing by him, she shed her cloak along the way and stood before his window. Its panes revealing a nocturnal panorama stretching beyond the castle. While the view from her room was the vast horizon of the sea, his showed something new, entirely different.

"Are you not intrigued by it?" she inquired, gesturing towards the city unfolding before them. He set the candle down on a table by his bed and approached her. Clad in a white nightshirt, his hair slightly tousled, different from his usual composed self.

"Truth is, I'm not" he confessed candidly. "I have heard enough tales of Aegon, and I do not feel the need to verify them."

She averted her gaze from the window and met the intense blue of the prince before turning again, now towards his bed. She climbed onto it delicately.

"Which side do you prefer to sleep on?" she asked, breaking the silence with gentle grace.

He hesitated for a moment. "And you, which side do you prefer to be on?" he countered.

"You will always consider my preferences first, won't you, my prince?" she added sweetly, a conspiratorial smile painted on her lips.

"Always" he affirmed, his answer a melody of unspoken but understood confessions, "and it’s just us here, you may call me by my name" he declared, sitting on the bed in front of her, abandoning formalities in favor of a new shared intimacy.

She let go a laughter that defied the shadows of the night, recalling the exact words she had spoken, and he now repeated. "May I remain on this side? I find the view quite pleasing" she requested, on the left side. He simply nodded before settling on the opposite end of the bed, separated by a distance they bridged with their intertwined gazes.

"I have been struggling to find sleep lately" she admitted to his attentive face. "Do not fret, I shall leave as soon as the sun rises." He nodded, unsure of what words to offer.

"Do you miss him a lot?" he asked with a shadow of concern and curiosity. She tensed at the question, torn between truth and the secrets she now knew and kept in her heart. He was her best friend, yet she didn't believe she could trust anyone with that.

"He always looked after me" she attempted to downplay the significance, framing it as a matter of safety to allay any suspicion. "He wished for me to learn how to defend myself, but I never paid much attention." She laughed at the memory. He gave her a small smile, listening attentively to her recollections.

"I could teach you" he offered.

She just laughed, silently and affectionately declining the offer. She wasn't interested in learning yet. "He bestowed upon me many books each nameday" she added, remembering, her voice a whisper laden with gratitude for the treasures she had received.

“I can provide you with any number of books as you desire” he assured, truth in his eyes. “I can give you anything you wish for, if you ask me to.”

And although his words flattered her and made her happy to always be able to count on him, she said: "You need not trouble yourself, you are not my..." The truth hovering on the brink of her lips. "Guard" she concluded, simply appeasing him. He seemed to register her slip, a flicker of understanding covering passed through his features, but he remained silent. She mentally thanked him. His eyes, two oceans of questions and promises, met hers in a gesture of shared complicity, finding refuge in their intertwined gazes, a bond deeper than the words that separated them.

They continued their whispered conversation, exploring the confines of the nocturnal realm with each shared word, until tiredness enveloped them in a hug of shared dreams. 

"Could I hold your hand as we sleep?" she asked timidly. He stretched his arm halfway and she reached out to meet it. They joined their hands, in that contact, the implicit promise to keep their secrets, as silence began to reign in the room, and their eyes closed, sinking into sleep.

As the first golden flashes of the sun had caressed her face, awakening her with its brilliance and gently pulled her from the sweet embrace of slumber. Her eyes began to flutter open slowly, allowing the warm hues of dawn to seep into her consciousness. A sigh of satisfaction escaped her lips as she stretched lazily among the soft sheets, savoring the comforting morning warmth flooding the room. She rose gently, with grace and care, slipped out of the foreign bed, the cool floor beneath her bare feet as she wrapped herself in her cloak. With light and careful steps, she silently made her way to the main door of the room, to unlock it should someone come looking for him, as the distant voices of the servants began to resonate in the castle corridors.

Aemond layed, still peacefully asleep, his tranquil figure entwined in the rumpled sheets. A slight smile graced her lips as she observed him, pleasantly surprised by the lack of order in her prince's appearance. Before leaving, she leaned over and planted a soft kiss on his forehead, a silent token of affection before she began her departure.

Once in her own chamber, with her spirits refreshed by a restful sleep, she set about her morning routine with vigor, devoted herself diligently to choosing one of her characteristic sky-blue dresses and, satisfied with her choice, set off to find her mother, eager to join her for breakfast and offer her company.

How she wished she could turn back time, and still be seated with her familia in a trembling word, yet still whole. Rhaenyra had greeted her daughter, delighted to see her emerge from her chambers once more, radiant and ready to enjoy the morning with her and her brothers. The conversation flowed easily, a dance of words and laughter filling the space.

She remembers how a dark shadow fell over the room when the fleeting happiness had been tarnished by the arrival of Diana, the lady-in-waiting, who brought devastating news, extinguishing joy like a feeble flame. A shroud of sadness covered the table when it was announced the imminent journey to Driftmark for Lady Laena's wake, whose departure had come in the darkness of the previous night, plunging the family into sudden and painful mourning. And to worsen that, a raven had flown from Harrenhal, but its letter did not contain the words she hoped for. The haunted dark castle had claimed more souls. Harwin Strong, the former Lord Commander of the city watch, and his father, the Hand of the King, had perished in a fire.

Despite sharing the same ship, she hadn't had the chance to see him. During the three days they spent at sea heading to Driftmark, she remained secluded in the shadow of her cabin, buried in Jacaerys's embrace, devastated by the recent news. She had barely discovered the identity of her true father, and yet she had already lost him. Accepting that she would never see him again was an indescribable pain, sharper than any affliction she could imagine.

Jace stroked her back, not demanding her to calm down or stop crying. Although he fought hard to appear strong and stoic in the face of circumstances, she felt drops fall onto her hair and saw the reflection of her own pain in her twin's reddened eyes. No one urged them to leave their beds, letting them rest and wrongly assuming that their tears were due to their aunt's death.

While she felt compassion for Laenor's sorrow, whom she dearly loved despite now knowing the truth, and mourned the loss suffered by her dear cousins, deprived for the rest of their lives of their maternal figure, she couldn't help but feel a growing unease with every mile that took them away from land, separating her from the man who had truly raised and cared for her; that was the funeral she had to attend.

The funeral passed painfully slowly. Everyone was present: her grandfather, alongside Alicent and their children, standing out as the only ones dressed in green amidst a sea of black. Behind them was the new Hand of the King, Otto, Alicent's father, proudly displaying the medal on his chest. The Velaryons led the gathering. Rhaenys's face was veiled, her arms around the shattered Baela and Rhaena, who shed tears incessantly, with Daemon by their side.

She had tried to console Laenor, seeking a love that had been taken away from her, and a bond cracked by reality, but he, with his gaze lost on the wooden coffin carved in Laena's image, barely seemed to notice her presence.

When her mother noticed this, she took her by the arm with delicacy and led her to her siblings, just as Sir Vaemond Velaryon began to deliver a speech in honor of the deceased. With every word that came out of him, everyone's attention seemed to focus on them. Uncomfortable with the sudden scrutiny, they sought refuge in their mother's protection. The sound of the sea and the inquisitive eyes were interrupted by Daemon's laughter. Though she didn't understand High Valyrian, and it was impossible to know the reason for the laughter, she appreciated the distraction that provided them a breath from the penetrating gazes.

Once on the wide balcony of the castle, she decided to stay at the edge, next to Jace, watching the dragons fly, adorning the sky. A spectacle that would normally have thrilled her, this time failed to evoke any emotion in her.

Halaena approached them, offering condolences and providing support in her own way, with enigmatic words. She suspected that she was referring to someone else, but thanked her gesture and her empathetic nature with a small smile, as she withdrew after that, without seeking to engage in conversation.

"Have you seen your father?" Rhaenyra asked in a low voice when she spotted them among the crowd. "Your little cousins have lost their mother," she reminded them, nodding toward her cousins, who stared fixedly at a bonfire on the other side of the balcony, “they could use a kind word.”

“We have an equal claim to sympathy” Jace said, not letting go of her hand, feeling the need to be understood.

“Jace” his mother warned, looking around.

“We should be at Harrenhal,” she said, not taking her eyes off the sky, “mourning Ser Harwin and Lord Lyonel.”

“It would not be appropriate” she whispered, with a stern look. “The velaryons are our kin, and the Strongs are not.”

Before she could contradict her, Rhaenyra said: “Look at me.” Once they both looked at her, she asked, “Do you understand?” She understood the importance of not discussing these matters in such a crowded place, but that was all.

Jace pulled her hand towards her cousins, following their mother's request, but she refused, staying in her place and turning her gaze back to the horizon. Her mother sighed, gently pushing Jace to continue, and headed inside the castle.

Lucerys approached her, dejected. He said nothing, simply clinging to her waist, resting his face against her chest. She ruffled his hair and placed a kiss on his head. Minutes later, Lord Corlys Velaryon approached them and crouched down to be at her little brother's eye level, who looked at him attentively without letting go of her.

“Both my seat and High Tide will be yours one day, Lucerys” he said, perhaps as a warning or perhaps trying to cheer him up. "Your brother will be king, of course. He will be in endless councils and ceremonies. But the lord of the tides rules the sea."

"Sorry" Lucerys said, letting go and looking at the man to his right. "But I don't want it" he said sadly, lowering his head.

Corlys took his shoulders gently, forcing him to look him in the eyes. "It is your birthright, lad" he said worriedly. Did he know the truth?

"If I am the lord of Driftmark, it means everyone is dead, he said, his voice full of pain, before walking away. Young as he was wise.

Corlys stood up to his height again, placing a kiss on his crown and gently squeezing his shoulder. It was then that he noticed her gaze, fixed on Laenor on his knees, right where the cold sea water crashed against the golden sand. He quickly turned around, walking decisively towards his son's squire.

"Retrieve your patron" he said firmly enough for everyone to hear, a tense silence took hold of the atmosphere.

She didn't know how much time had passed until she felt that presence by her side. His arms were crossed, resting on the rock, and his chin rested on them, his mind elsewhere. He didn't say anything, he just extended his warm hand, placing it on her back.

Moments later, her brother Jace returned, looking for her. He pushed Aemond with his shoulder, causing him to lose his balance at the unexpected attack. He fell to the ground, but managed to cushion the fall with his hands. "Leave my sister alone."

"Jace!" she scolded him, her voice tinged with annoyance, her eyes shining with a mixture of amazement and frustration. Aware of the subtle rivalry between her brothers and their prince, she never imagined it would reach a level beyond mere verbal disagreements. She turned on her heels, after casting a reproachful glance at her brother, and reached out her hand, offering to help Aemond to his feet. “You can stay with me, my prince.”

Once standing, he simply shook his hands on his clothes and offered her a small smile before walking away without uttering a word. Her brother was puzzled.

The scene did not go unnoticed by their mother, whose serious look indicated that it was time to retire to their rooms.

@callsignwidow @helaenaluvr @purplegardenwhispers @fics-i-love-and-recommend @scarletbedlam @squidscottjeans ♥

Sorry if it's a little boring, i needed some context for the next part! ♥

#aemond targaryen #ewan mitchell #house of the dragon #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen fluff #aemond targaryen x female reader #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x reader #hotd aemond #hotd fanfic #hotd #house targaryen

[lupunsus]

who’d u reckon would own a bunny hybrid? 👀

im not gonna sugarcoat it anon, but bunny hybrids are the common hybrid to get among perverted degenerates, and underneath all the complicated layers these yanderes have is just some horny perv who think they're doing a good thing by taking them in. We all know the truth, though.

im gonna ramble under the cut, but as always, be sure to check out @cinnamonest as their hybrid writings inspired this blog into existence

warning: nsfw. bottom reader. gorou forces himself on reader, but i try to avoid being specific. tighnari thinks about it but drugs you instead. overall horny canine boys who can't decide whether to eat or fuck bunny hybrid 😔

in the future, all works with nsfw will be tagged with #.luspicy

Gorou:

God, just thinking about a bunny hybrid,, i know cinnamonest wrote about gorou having a cat hybrid, but like, I can't stop remembering Beastars and (I stopped watching it but I'll get back into it again) how fitting a floppy eared little bunny would be for him. Gorou. A war general in an environment where everything is peaceful, and there isn't much to do to let out all that excess energy.

I like to think that Gorou would meet his bunny darling while out on patrol. Of course, Watatsumi Island is peaceful now, but there's still some bandits and the like lurking about. When he sees them shivering in a cage, knees tucked to their chest and crying, it does something to him that he doesn't understand himself. You just look so...delicious.

You, seeing this dog towering over you with this crazed look in his eyes, makes you thankful that there's a cage separating the two of you. Even when he "kindly" asks if you know where the key is, you adamantly shake your head no. It's obvious he wants to eat you! He's even drooling! Staying in the cage is definitely safer than trusting this deranged predator looking as if he's finally found the prey of his dreams.

Gorou is strong anyway. He doesn't need something like a key to free you. It only helps in scaring you more when he rips the cage open with a smile on his face. Having you clinging onto the bars was a bit of a problem, though. Gorou just wants to help you out! Usually, bunny hybrids are grateful creatures from what he's heard, but it seems like you're the opposite of that. And stubborn to boot. Don't worry. He offers coming with him the easy way or the hard way.

The easy way is a much better option, as the other would be leaving you out here alone, cage open, for anyone to just kidnap. Of course, he'd warn the soldiers to keep an eye out for you. "They got injured because of my carelessness, so I want to make it up to them!" People would think a bandit or a monster got to you while he was distracted. There's no way someone as nice and dependable as Gorou would harm such an innocent creature like you!

Unfortunately, people forget that Gorou is a dog hybrid. And dogs are technically domesticated wolves no matter how you see them. If another hybrid like Sucrose (whatever animal she may be) were to witness this, she'd immediately find you herself and bring you back to the safety of her hometown. Well, it probably wouldn't be safe, but it's better than the possibility of being eaten, right? Too bad Albedo only visited Inazuma with Klee, and the two of them stayed on Narukami Island.

Thinking on it more, though, he feels like a run will do him some good. "You could always head back to where you came from. There's boats on the lower part of the island, I could take you there!" No thanks. Even with your limited vocabulary, your instincts were screaming at you to get away. To Gorou, it was a relief that you took the bait. Watching your little cotton tail bob behind you as you tried to escape was adorable. You probably thought you could get away from him and go back to your homeland, but what are the chances you even knew how to use a boat?

It didn't take long for him to find you, and even less time to pin you onto the sand below. You could cry out all you want, but nobody would be able to help you. "Don't cry... I'll make sure it won't hurt too badly~" Confused and scared, the thought of another hybrid, a predator to your kind, would even attempt to mate with you was worse than being eaten by one. And escaping was impossible. He was just so big and you so little! That doesn't stop Gorou. And despite what he promised, it hurt a lot because your body wasn't built to handle someone of his nature.

He did clean you up as best as he could, but seeing his love escape you so easily almost made him rearing to go again if you hadn't passed out from exhaustion. Poor thing, you must be so tired after allowing him to pour out all of his love into you. Don't worry, he doesn't mind carrying you to his home. Ah, but he should probably lock you up so you won't escape...

Maybe he'll tire you out with a couple more rounds in the morning, too. Just to be safe.

Tighnari:

I think Tighnari wouldn't necessarily succumb to his instincts, but he's tempted to. How could he not? Seeing such a cute bunny make themselves at home in his territory, eating the vegetables and herbs that he grew,

It's like you thought that because he was chummy with the humans, he wouldn't possibly think of harming you.

And that's exactly what you thought. That fennec fox hybrid seems to eat plants just like you, so he must've been dropped as a child or raised by herbivores. If it were the latter, then that's great! Herbivores usually don't mind sharing food, so you made a nice little burrow right next to Tighnari's field. It was far away from the other humans, and there was a water source nearby, too, so it was absolutely perfect! Any hybrid would kill to be in your place. Having such a convenient food supply and water next to your den.

However, Tighnari was considering hunting you down because you were prey in his territory. Ah, he shouldn't succumb to his instincts. He should be the bigger person and try to scare you off. He grows dangerous things, too, and he would not like you eating (ruining) his research.

But the cute floppy ears... how would it feel between his teeth? How soft is your little tail? How delicious would you taste if he took a bite out of you? Just a little nibble. It won't hurt. Probably.

You, on the other hand, are starting to feel a bit nervous about your housing arrangement. Your neighbor seems to be staring at you from afar and breathing heavily. Sometimes, he looks at you with a dazed expression, and you can see the saliva creep from his mouth. It's impossible, you think. You've seen him eat mushrooms! On several occasions! It gets creepy when he looks in your den while you're out getting water. You hide from him, but he doesn't make an effort to even chase you. He smells you nearby, but he can smell something even sweeter in your home.

He knows you're going into heat soon.

It doesn't matter what you have between the legs, to Tighnari, you're something meant to be eaten. You're at the bottom of the food chain with the other small and weak animals. If he wanted to mate with you, you'd be taking his knot. Would you give birth to pups or kits? Would some be a mixture? Or maybe there's a possibility of a fennec being an herbivore or a bunny being a carnivore? The researcher part of him wants to know so bad...

But it depends if you could give birth at all. It'd be a shame if you didn't, but if you take his knot nicely, he may reconsider eating you.

Tighnari tries his best to control himself, but when he sees you obliviously eating an aphrodisiac flower, the string in him snaps. He'll chomp down on those floppy ears of yours before he starts his little "private research."

#genshin au #genshin x gn reader #genshin x reader #hybrid au #.lurots #genshin hcs #genshin impact x reader #hybrid #.lu-answers #anon ask #tighnari x reader #gorou x reader #bunny hybrid #tighnari x gn reader #gorou x gn reader #.luspicy

[lorcandidlucienwill]

A compilation of Nesta "sitting on her ass"

Tamlin had been wrong when we’d discussed whether my father would have ever come after me—he didn’t possess the courage, the anger. If anything, he would have hired someone to do it for him. But Nesta had gone with that mercenary. My hateful, cold sister had been willing to brave Prythian to rescue me.

My sister snapped, “Give them the Book.” And the eldest queen hissed, “No.” The word clanged through me. But Nesta went on, flinging out an arm to encompass us, the room, the world, “There are innocent people here. In these lands. If you will not risk your necks against the forces that threaten us, then grant those people a fighting chance. Give my sister the Book.” The crone sighed sharply through her nose. “An evacuation may be possible—” “You would need ten thousand ships,” Nesta said, her voice breaking. “You would need an armada. I have calculated the numbers. And if you are readying for war, you will not send your ships to us. We are stranded here.” The crone gripped the polished arms of her chair as she leaned forward a bit. “Then I suggest asking one of your winged males to carry you across the sea, girl.” Nesta’s throat bobbed. “Please.” I didn’t think I’d ever heard that word from her mouth. “Please— do not leave us to face this alone.”

Beron shot to his feet, not bothering to brush off the dust, and declared to no one in particular, “This meeting is over. I hope Hybern butchers you all.” But Nesta rose from her chair. “This meeting is not over.” Even Beron paused at her tone. Eris sized up the space between my sister and his father. She stood tall, a pillar of steel. “You are all there is,” she said to Beron, to all of us. “You are all that there is between Hybern and the end of everything that is good and decent.” She settled her stare on Beron, unflinching and fierce. “You fought against Hybern in the last war. Why do you refuse to do so now?” Beron did not deign to answer. But he did not leave. Eris subtly motioned his brothers to sit. Nesta marked the gesture—hesitated. As if realizing she indeed held their complete attention. That every word mattered. “You may hate us. I don’t care if you do. But I do care if you let innocents suffer and die. At least stand for them. Your people. For Hybern will make an example of them. Of all of us.” “And you know this how?” Beron sneered. “I went into the Cauldron,” Nesta said flatly. “It showed me his heart. He will bring down the wall, and butcher those on either side of it.” Truth or lie, I could not tell. Nesta’s face revealed nothing. And no one dared contradict her. She looked to Kallias and Viviane. “I am sorry for the loss of those children. The loss of one is abhorrent.” She shook her head. “But beneath the wall, I witnessed children—entire families—starve to death.” She jerked her chin at me. “Were it not for my sister … I would be among them.” My eyes burned, but I blinked it away. “Too long,” Nesta said. “For too long have humans beneath the wall suffered and died while you in Prythian thrived. Not during that—queen’s reign.” She recoiled, as if hating to even speak Amarantha’s name. “But long before. If you fight for anything—fight now, to protect those you forgot. Let them know they’re not forgotten. Just this once.” Thesan cleared his throat. “While a noble sentiment, the details of the Treaty did not demand we provide for our human neighbors. They were to be left alone. So we obeyed.” Nesta remained standing. “The past is the past. What I care about is the road ahead. What I care about is making sure no children—Fae or human—are harmed. You have been entrusted with protecting this land.” She scanned the faces around her. “How can you not fight for it?” Nesta stared toward that armada, toward our father fighting in it. “Use me. As bait.”

Choking, blood dribbling from his lips, the king gaped at Nesta. My sister lunged to her feet. Not to go to Elain. But to the king. Nesta wrapped her hand around Truth-Teller’s obsidian hilt. And slowly, as if savoring every bit of effort it took … Nesta began to twist the blade. Not a rotation of the blade itself—but a rotation into his neck. Elain rushed to Cassian, but the warrior was panting—smiling grimly and panting—as Nesta twisted and twisted the blade into the king’s neck. Severing flesh and bone and tendon. Nesta looked down at the king before she made the final pass, his hands still trying to rise, to claw the blade free. And in Nesta’s eyes … it was the same look, the same gleam that she’d had that day in Hybern. When she pointed her finger at him in a death-promise. She smiled a little—as if she remembered, too. And then she pushed the blade, like a worker heaving the spoke of a mighty, grinding wheel. The king’s eyes flared—then his head tumbled off his shoulders. “Nesta,” Cassian groaned, trying to reach for her. The king’s blood sprayed her leathers, her face. Nesta didn’t seem to care as she bent over. As she took up his fallen head and lifted it. Lifted it in the air and stared at it—into Hybern’s dead eyes, his gaping mouth. She did not smile. She only stared and stared and stared. Savage. Unyielding. Brutal.

“Mother save us,” Azriel whispered, and it was undiluted terror, not awe, hushing his voice as the dead rose from Oorid’s depths. A line of them; a legion. Some mere collections of upright bones, jaws hanging and eyes unseeing. Some half-preserved, decaying flesh flapping over exposed ribs. Judging by their fine armor, they were warriors and kings and princes and lords. They rose from the water, standing in the shallows near the thorny island. And as that golden light broke the surface before them, the dead knelt. Every word emptied from Cassian’s head as Nesta, too, emerged from the water, as if lifted on a pillar from beneath. A golden mask sat upon her face, primitive but embossed with whorls and patterns so ancient they’d lost all meaning. Water sluiced down her clothes, her hair had been ripped from its braid, and in her hand, clenched there … A kelpie’s head dangled by its sheet of black hair, torn-up face frozen in a scream. Exactly as the King of Hybern’s head had hung from her hand. Only silver fire burned behind the eyes of the Mask.

And the baby … her nephew. Blood of her blood. She would save him, save them, even if it took everything. “Show me,” she pleaded. No one answered. The Harp stopped its echoing. As Time resumed, noise and movement roaring into the room, Nesta whispered to the Cauldron, her promise rising above the din, “I’ll give it all back.” And a soft, invisible hand brushed her cheek in answer.

#nesta is mother stay mad #she is that bitch #nesta archeron #pro nesta archeron

[cadra]

Saw a confession speculating what will happen to Rhaenicent S2 onwards. Here was the take:

Alicent starts S2 slowly becoming disillusioned with Team Green, distancing herself from them.

This in turn triggers her redemption arc, leading to her reunion with Rhaenyra at Dragonstone.

Rhaenyra just lost Jace, she’s still raw from the pain and isn’t interested in making peace.

Alicent has to prove her loyalty and genuine remorse for what happened to Rhaenyra’s children.

She does this by helping Team Black seize Kingslanding.

Her only conditions are that Aegon is sent to the Wall and no harm comes to Helaena. She can’t ask for mercy for Aemond because of Luke, Rhaenyra will always choose her boys no matter what and she has to accept this.

As Nettles has been written out of the show, Alicent will be the cause for Daemyra’s marriage to start showing cracks. Daemon wants her dead but Rhaenyra refuses.

When Rhaenyra is killed by Aegon I it will be Alicent who witnesses instead of Aegon II.

Shell then avenge Rhaenyra by killing Aegon I herself.

Think it’s also better if she’s the one who proposes Aegon II and Jaehaera’s marriage instead of Corlys.

I can see this being Alicent’s storyline. What are your thoughts?

wow there's a lot here so i'm gonna go point by point

i don't think she's ever been fully illusioned by team green in the first place. i think she was scared and being pushed around and made a choice to crown aegon that she perhaps didn't even agree with while she was doing it

while i could see this being possible, i don't know. i think she's going to go to dragonstone to beg for peace, but i don't believe it is going to be a "redemption" arc in the usual sense

100% see this happening

no

no

though i like the idea of alicent waffling between both sides, i don't think she's going to go full team black like this. these terms may be a part of the original peace she attempts to broker, but i don't see her actively switching sides to help rhaenyra at the expense of her children

definitely see this happening. i think there are already a ton of cracks in the daemon/rhaenyra relationship just based on...everything about their relationship lmfao, but i do see alicent's life being a sticking point that perhaps sends daemon to harrenhall to hunt down aemond? juicy, unsure if it will happen, would find it hilarious if it did

i think you mean aegon 2 and 3 respectively, but i'm not sure. i think both of them can be there if the writers decide to have alicent present for rhaenyra's death

i honestly have no idea how they'll handle aegon 2's death. i could see alicent poisoning him for a number of reasons--from a mercy kill to resentment. i could also see someone else killing him (dyana perhaps?). despite it all, alicent does love her children, and i don't think she could bring herself to kill her first son in order to avenge rhaenyra, regardless of what he's done

could see this. don't think its that important tbh. all i know is that i'm waiting for the final line of the show to be alicent saying "i wish i were reading to rhaenyra under the weirwood like we did as girls"

i hope this made sense! i also hope i don't come off as dismissive or rude for some of these points, but i just genuinely don't see alicent as being able to plot against her own children entirely.

this is all speculation so take with a grain of salt haha

#ask #txt #house of the dragon #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower #rhaenicent #aegon ii targaryen #long post #alicent being the fissure that causes the daemyra marriage to end is such a good call though i really do think that is quite possible

[uvachic1991]

I should be asleep, but I’m still thinking about the latest episode of The Witch from Mercury. I’m not sure how the finale will go (or if it will be a season finale or a series finale). But something I’m deeply curious about is what will happen between Suletta and Prospera. So here are some sleepy thoughts and theories about Suletta, Prospera, Eri and how their story will end: 

There is a slight possibility that Eri is alive in some capacity after the end of episode 23. But I think Eri as we knew her is completely gone (which 😭😭😭). So what will happen to Eri’s mother and younger sister? Will they really be able to move on as a family like Miorine offered? Will Prospera even want Suletta now that Eri is [most likely] gone? 

For most of the show, Prospera has shown a smug confidence that clearly unnerves everyone who interacts with her. Delling was always wary of her. Miorine didn’t trust her or her intentions with Suletta. Belmaria was afraid of her and what she was capable of. The only person oblivious to Propera’s true nature was Suletta for obvious reasons. Prospera had a carefully crafted plan and was confident she would succeed no matter what. She adjusted on the fly when something didn’t work out exactly like she wanted it to.

So for much of the show Prospera was a woman who didn’t let anything get too deep under her skin. If there was a problem, she would handle it and get things back on track.

Yet the only instances where that confidence falters or isn’t present is in the most recent episode.  I’ve only watched the series once, so I may have missed a moment or two). 

First, there’s a notable lack of reaction when Suletta lays out her feelings while fighting Eri/Aerial. I don’t remember the exact wording, but Suletta says she wants to be the one to comfort Prospera when she’s crying and the camera pans to Prospera who, interestingly doesn’t much of a reaction. Her head piece covers her eyes which often reveal so much emotion in humans. I’d like to think Prospera was genuinely touched by Suletta’s words or maybe she felt some deeper connection to her other daughter. Maybe it was a flicker of that love that Prospera says she has for Suletta that’s been nonexistent for much of the show (at least to me). Whatever her emotional reaction was in that moment, Prospera felt something towards her other daughter and hid it as best she could.

(This moment is also interesting because it suggests Suletta has likely witness Prospera crying and has either been rejected when trying to comfort her mother or knew not to interfere. Or it could be a callback to the visions Eri passed Suletta in episode 19 or 20, I can’t recall). 

Then when Eri shields everyone from the super secret, deadly space laser, Prospera cries out for Eri to stop and appears frightened for what would come next. This is the strongest reaction we ever see from Prospera and it feels the most genuine out of everything we see. I don’t even think that was Prospera that we saw in that moment. It was Elnora Samaya who once again had to confront the possibility of losing her daughter. If Eri is truly gone, then what sort of emotional state will Prospera/Elnora be in when the next episode begins? Will she sink into a depression? Apathy? Shut herself off? Her driving force has been to create a world for Eri to live in, no matter the costs. And now, regardless of if Eri is still alive or not, that future is forever closed. 

Now Eri is gone and what does Prospera have left? Suletta? The daughter she loves, but has also abandoned multiple times? The child that she fed to the wolves? Will she really want Suletta when she will always be a remainder of Eri, the child that she lost TWICE? Can she even be a parent to Suletta when so much of their relationship has been exploitative and harmful? 

For Suletta’s sake, I hope Prospera and Suletta can build something together. I think Suletta is strong enough where she can survive without Prospera. (She has Miorine, Earth House and others in her corner. She’s better connected to her school too.). But she loves her mother and sister and I’m sure she’ll always want them to be with her. 

But I also imagine an ending where Prospera rejects Suletta. Miorine calls Prospera out for failing to love her daughters equally and Prospera counters that people won’t understand. I think at this point, Prospera is still so deep in her grief and longing for a better future, that she likely can’t accept what she currently has (i.e. Suletta). What even is a world without Eri? Will Prospera want to live in such a reality? She spent two decades planning to reunite with Eri and now she’ll have to find a new way forward. Will Prospera want that for herself?

[Miorine calling out Prospera is so fascinating because Miorine is operating from a place of once having a mother who clearly cherished and loved her daughter. And Prospera is both similar to and yet so different from Notrette]

I think most likely the Mercurys ending will be a combination of the two potentials: Prospera, once again grieving the loss of Eri, acknowledges she can’t be a mother to Suletta, but Suletta, being the kind-hearted and compassionate person that she is, keeps the door open for communication and a connection later down the road. It’s not a happy ending, but it’s not gut-wrenching either. And it’s probably the most narratively satisfying ending for them. Because the parents in this show are far from perfect. They may love their children, but they’ve also caused significant harm to all their kids and that tainted how their children showed up in the world. Prospera and Suletta have far too much baggage that they can ignore. And again, there is a big question as to if Prospera will even want something with Suletta now that Eri is gone. So the best we can hope for is an ending that’s not overly positive, but not totally negative either. 

#mobile suit gundam #gundam the witch from mercury #the witch from mercury #suletta mercury #miorine rembran #prospera mercury #elnora samaya #ericht samaya #the witch from mercury theories #i really hope there is a season 3 #there's more to explore with these characters #also will forever cry over ericht's ending

[inconspicious-random-thoughts]

In terms of personality, in addition to being a master manipulator, I see Roo as being evil for the hell of it (pun very much intended). She does have higher goals when it comes to spreading her influence throughout creation, but for the most part she just does whatever amuses her, no matter how depraved or cruel. She can keep her sadism in check when it isn't to her benefit to indulge, but if she can get away with it she'll do everything she can to rooin your life (I'll stop punning after that one) in the worst way she can think of. I also think she enjoys toying with her foes/victims and dragging out their suffering for as long as possible and being chatty with them all throughout. Similar to Alastor in a way, but lacking his nuance and standards.

Given how she's been set up as the Endgame villain for Hazbin, I feel like this would make her a perfect antithesis for Charlie. While Charlie is a classic all-loving heroine who gives hope and second chances to those willing to accept it like Halloween candy simply to make life in Hell happier, Roo is a classic card-carrying villain who enjoys crushing hopes and dreams under her heel for sh*ts and giggles while only caring about fulfilling her vices and goals.

This interpretation could be wrong but until she appears in person to disprove it, that's my take on the Root of Evils character.

Greetings again,

Please keep going with puns. I'm a sucker for puns and dad jokes even if they do make me face palm and cringe.

I agree full heartedly. It's how I imagine Roo. I basically imagine her being a near carbon copy of Eris from the Dreamworks Sinbad movie. Or at least, what I remember from it. It's been like 10-15 years since I watched it.

I remember being mesmerized by her animation movements. She moved like smoke and shadow...which seem on par what Roo will turn out to me. And very flowy hair that move like she was moving around underwater.

She Is the goddess of chaos and discord. Now, that's not inherently evil but Its how Imagine our ROOt of all evil will strive and relish in.

Eris in Sinbad from what I remember, was a relatively calm and collective carefree person who was like 3-5 steps ahead of the protagonist. Her life wasn't going to be ruined when Sinbad ultimately ruined her plans. She's a damn goddess. So its not like she stressed out about her little plans. Her creating chaos was just fun and games. The mortals were her play things to be entertained with. She set the scene and watch them played it out. She had a prefered ending but at the end of the day, the events didn't really affect her.

I imagine Roo be similar. Except I think Roo does have an objective/end goal she trying to reach. I think something is restraining her to be a real player to do so, so she force to have agents to act out her will that will free her *cough couch ALASTOR couch*....or something similar.

Eris is She was manipulative, cunning, intimating, and alluring. She just tricks people to do her bidding to make the world into chaos and just enjoys the discord of it all. Which is something I see Roo doing.

*Side note: I think Roo will have seem and look mysterious and alluring for people to be tempted towards the path of evil.

Also Eris in the end, kept her promise to Sinbad when she lost. Which seem on par what Roo would do with how deals work in Hazbin. So essentially, when I talk about Roo, I have my memory from 10 years ago of Eris in mind of what Roo would be like. Both being an ancient deity of chaos for the thrill of it while keeping their words and moving around like shadowy smoke.

However, Roo probably be crueler than dreamworks Eris for the fact that...family movie vs adult cartoon. Roo causing pain, harm and suffering on her own whims which wasn't something we witness with Eris.

I also think she enjoys toying with her foes/victims and dragging out their suffering for as long as possible and being chatty with them all throughout. Similar to Alastor in a way, but lacking his nuance and standards.

This is exactly why I think Alastor is bond to her. They are too similar. I believe it was Roo that sought Alastor out and struck a deal. He enjoys what he does without remorse. Killing and riling people up for fun and entertainment. But unlike most manic killers, Alastor can also work discreetly. Subtle and and careful plant seeds that would grow into chaos.

I also just really love the idea Alastor think redemption is unachievable for him. Beside him being bored out of his mind in Heaven so he wouldn't want to seek redemption. But he also think the options is complete out of his grasp as he literal an extension of the embodiment of evil as he is a servant of her will.

Given how she's been set up as the Endgame villain for Hazbin, I feel like this would make her a perfect antithesis for Charlie. While Charlie is a classic all-loving heroine who gives hope and second chances to those willing to accept it like Halloween candy simply to make life in Hell happier, Roo is a classic card-carrying villain who enjoys crushing hopes and dreams under her heel for sh*ts and giggles while only caring about fulfilling her vices and goals.

It would be interesting how Charlie would want to deal with her. She believes everyone deserve a second chance and wouldn't want to go against that principle. Charlie will definitely be going through some type of change. It may not be necessarily good either. I would hate to see sunshine and rainbow princess having to lose that and lose herself and principles to do what is necessary. I mean, who isn't a sucker for good over evil. But Charlie may have to go through...well not really go through a villian arc...but less...heroic arc? Take off the rose tinted glasses and learn hard lessons? who knows. The hard lesson probably involved Alastor sudden but inevitable betrayal by being Roo servant and enacting her will.

What I'm curious on is if they make Roo multileveled and dimensional. Because I am viewing Roo like Eris...but Eris is very one dimensional villain. There's no backstory or origin. She a goddess of chaos from the start of creation I suppose. Her only purpose and motivation is to create chaos and discord. For their own entertainment. Which all see very Roo qualities.

But...I won't oppose or complain if Roo is like that and nothing more. But I would be more appreciative if the creator can someone make Roo more then one dimensional. That there is some type of backstory. Some type of motivation and purpose...beside "for funsies and entertainment"

And I think we might have a dribble of something. Because I do Roo has motive to extend her reach of evil. Her backstory develop watching millenia of humans and their good and evil. I'm sure theres something there to work with I'm just not exactly sure what.

It would be interesting if the creators can somehow twist the ROOt of evil-evil incarnate to be a halfway decent person like the other sinners and Sins we get to witness. which is pretty much what the shows about.

The sinners are not great people but they still have heart and some good humanity in them. (well, some anyways)

Then you have the sin of Gluttony and Lust embodiments from Helluva Boss...who wants their Sins partaken in a responsible manner.

I be content and fine if Roo is just a straight up villain. But if creators can someone twist Evil incarnate into having heart (like the other characters in their show) despite working towards their more then likely very evil plan. I would be freakin impressed.

I had to look up eris and link a scene of her.

Now, I have to find something streaming this movie to watch soon.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel theory #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin thoughts #hazbin theory #hazbin roo #hazbin hotel roo #eris sinbad

[wh0refornikolailantsov]

omfg I loved "Almosts" for Tolya - could we see a part 2? like more of the aftermath? also Zoya is a queen and I adore her

Zoya is a Queen and we all bow to Queen Zoya in this house my WIFE. But also, thank you and I aim to please so

Almosts (Part 2) - Tolya Yul Bataar

Grisha Reader, Order Unspecified.

Trigger Warning On This One Pals.

Content Warnings: Discussions Of Self Sacrifice And Prisoner Mentality. Discussions Of Torture, Severe Harm And Death. Canon Complaint Death And Violence. Kidnapping. Explicit Language. Not Beta/Proof Read.

Part 1

Nina gives you just as much as a talking to, but she understands it, more vibrantly than Zoya, having been more close to what you have, it is easier to understand your position. It's Tolya that you know will get you.

You know that he knows why you... but it didn't matter. Not right now. Right now, those soft eyes look like they could cut right through you. You know you will break under the weight of his concern.

So when you are finally alone with him, having had every healer from here to the coastline check you over and say you're physically okay, you aren't sure where to start.

"Tolya," you say, softer than you thought it would come out, still not able to knock the pleaing feeling from using his name. The thoughts of how many times you said it to yourself, in the quiet, like it might be the last thing you heard. Him. His name. The thought of him coming for you. That was all that stood between the torture and your breaking point.

You kept his name to your chest like a prayer, like saying it could save you, and part of you believes it did. He would've come for you in silence, he would've come for you if you hadn't wished for it, he would've come for you if you'd given up, given in. It would've have mattered to him. But you didn't, you couldn't, you would have rather died than given him up and that knowledge is ringing out like bells in the silence.

"You knew I would come for you, right?" he asks again, as if he doubted your answer the first time, like it was possible it was in the haze.

"I never doubted you Tolya, not for a moment, it was never if, only when," you assure him.

You don't want to think about if he had been much later, even moments later. What you would have left him to find, and what that would've meant. How you could never have explained your choice to him, how you would have never gotten the chance to tell him you held out the time you did, for him, to protect him. To protect your family here.

"And I didn't know if it would be in time," you admit.

"They wouldn't have killed you," Zoya says eavesdropping from the doorway.

"You know that's not what I mean," you eye her, "not in time to stop me saying something I can't take back."

Zoya looks fit to start a whirlwind in the room but Tolya gives her a glance, "can you be anywhere else right now?" he asks her, the tiredness not unfamiliar but lacking his usual wit and charm at getting on Zoya's nerves.

Zoya seems reluctant to leave you alone for any long period of time, it feels strange, you hadn't ever considered her being particularly protective over you, but maybe in hindsight she always has been, like with Nina, or maybe recent events has brought it out in here. But she leaves with an iciness around her, entrusting your safety to Tolya, in truth no one has ever made you feel safer than he does.

You don't say anything for a while, until you lean into him, letting the exhaustion move through you until his strength is all that is keeping you up, he becomes the pillar you lean on. He rests his arm around you, his spare hand moving to hold yours, running his thumb over your palm in small circles.

"I didn't mean to scare you," you tell him.

"I understand the position you were in," he whispers softly against your hair as he rests his head atop of yours, "but I meant what I said."

You don't ask him what, you don't need some clarification on what he means, because you know. You could not forgot those words and there are no other things he could possibly mean in this moment.

"Then betray me," he had, and if your heart had made a sound you doubted either of you could've heard it over the ringing of his words, "if it keeps you safe, it keeps you from harm, betray me, always betray me. I can forgive betrayal, but I cannot forgive the loss of you. I could overcome betrayal, but I can not overcome the loss of you."

"Tolya, I couldn't live with betraying you," you say, wishing you had a better answer, a softer resolve, but you have nothing to offer him except the truth.

"Losing you would've been the betrayal," he says, "and I do not say that to put guilt on your conscience but just for you to know that there is no way that you could betray me, no thing you could say, no secrets you could offer up, that would be worse than knowing you are in harms way because you think that better than telling things that are not yours to tell." You held out as well because the knowledge you had was keeping you safe as you were getting, and that was a tactic for survival as much as for loyalty, but the pull of protecting your friends, of protecting Tolya, that had been the strength that kept answers from your lips and you all know that well enough.

"You want me to promise you that I will betray you next time?" you ask. He shakes his head, a soft exhale leaving his lips.

"No, I want it to never happen, I want no next time," he tells you, "but that is not a thing I can have bound in a promise."

"I promise to try and not get kidnapped," you offer, trying to lighten the mood and sway the sadness out of his posture, "and if I do... Saints forbid, I'll do everything I can to give myself the time for you to reach me, I promise you that Tolya."

"I couldn't ask for more."

Tolya is asleep, and you are barely still awake, lain against his shoulder, you are slightly stirred by the sound of something touching the table to the side of you. You open one eye to see Zoya. You shuffle slightly and notice the blanket covering you both, that must've been Tamar, so you figure you dozed off listening to Tolya's heart at some point.

It's dark in the room, a slither of moonlight letting you make out Zoya's expression. "I had a durast make the adjustments," she tells you, "it's a promise, the same as before, but a different one."

You don't let Zoya get as far as the door before you grab the object from the table, it's the same metal she had taken off you when she rescued you, that slither of a blade meant as a promise to give up before you give in. But it's all different now, twisted and woven into a wrist cuff.

"Thank you Zoya," you tell her. Her back is turn to you, so you don't see that faint smile dance over her lips.

"Please, let's not get sentimental."

#shadow and bone #grishaverse #tolya yul bataar #tolya #tolya x reader #tolya my darling i adore you

[solemn-marauders]

“You’re a right stubborn prat, I hope you know that.”

Sebastian x MC (Thea)

Just Sebastian’s POV though

My previous piece, x

Disclaimer: More of my Hogwarts Legacy drabble that I’m posting. These are written quickly while the ideas are fresh. They are short and most likely sprinkled with errors. I’m posting these for me, but if other people enjoy them, then all the better. I will be using my MC’s name, Thea, since this is her story. I also keep the time period in mind. I do my best to keep it as period accurate as possible.

Trigger Warning: Pining, self-loathing, allusions to self-harm/suicide 

Additional Information: This takes place during the Welcome Feast of their 6th year at Hogwarts. Also, Thea has a raven companion named Monty. He helps to deliver her correspondence and has quite the attitude/personality. 

Sebastian missed her terribly. He had kept his distance over the summer because he knew the instant he laid eyes on her, his resolve would crumble at her feet. He had thought that those months of pushing her away would in-turn push her from his thoughts. He was quite certain that Monty had been on the verge of plucking his eyes out every time Sebastian shooed him back home with no reply. The raven had, at one time, even stayed near the cottage for three days. Monty’s consistent squawking and tapping on whatever hard surface was nearby had Sebastian at his wit’s end. He didn’t do much to stop the bird though, he deserved it. Monty, a raven, was showing more loyalty and affection towards Thea than he ever did. If Sebastian had ever caught wind of someone else treating her the way he was treating her now, there most definitely would be some eye plucking on his part.

All the time and concentrated effort Sebastian had put into dismantling his relationship with Thea were wasted the moment he saw her at the welcome feast. It became painfully clear that no amount of time nor distance could lessen his attachment towards her. His reasoning for neglecting her didn’t seem to make as much sense to him now.

Even catching a simple glimpse of her as she made her way towards the Gryffindor table had him feeling as if someone had cast bombarda directly at his chest. The events in the repository had turned her once tawny waves stark white. The warm light from the suspended candles in the Great Hall gave her ivory hair an almost ethereal glow. Even before her transformation Sebastian had thought Thea to be otherworldly, but with her changed looks and the title of “Hero of Hogwarts” on her shoulders, everyone else seemed to be catching up.

“You’re staring.” His best friend’s monotone declaration snapped him out of his thoughts.

“How would you know?” He accused.

“Because I can hear your pulse racing, you’re sweating, and you’ve been silent for almost three whole minutes.” Ominis said matter-of-factly. 

Sometimes it rattled Sebastian how attuned Ominis’s other senses were.

“Shut it.”

“Not so resolute in your decision to disregard her now are we?” Ominis’s tone took on a sharp edge. “All the pain you caused her over these past months, for Merlin knows what reason, and it comes tumbling down like a house of cards the mere instant you lay eyes on her. You’re a right stubborn prat, I hope you know that.”

Sebastian’s treatment of Thea was a major bone of contention between the two boys. Ominis made sure to give his friend quite the verbal lashing about it whenever he could. It was the very least of what he deserved. Sebastian wished he could convey to his best friend that there was no one in the world more disappointed in him than he was in himself. Ever since his atrocious behavior accumulated into the catalyst that was his actions towards his uncle, Sebastian felt a self-loathing so deep that most days he could convince himself that he didn’t deserve to draw another breath.

He never shared these thoughts with anyone. It was his burden and his alone. He could almost rationalize that this black void he had fallen into was a suitable enough punishment. That ending it would be too easy. No, he deserved this. He deserved to have Thea and Anne, two of the people he cared most about in this world, hate him. It did not compare to how much he hated himself.

In a moment of weakness he had let Ominis back in, but he did his best not to ensnare his friend into the bottomless vortex that surrounded him. If he let Thea back in, she would see right through him, through everything. He would fall apart under her empathetic gaze and his demons would swallow her whole. He cannot let that happen, he will not let that happen.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy mc #hphl #hphl mc #sebastian x mc #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian x thea #sebadora #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy fanfic

[plaindangan]

Kinktober - Day 9

Kinktober - Day 9 

Glory Hole.

How was she talked into this?

Sakura took pride in being the ‘disciplined, reliable’ friend of the 78th Class girls. Need someone to back you up? She was there and would ensure no harm to befall you. No one was going to topple the image of built perfection she maintained over the years as a fighter.

…Though, admittedly, she has begun to feel for some time that her ‘discipline’ personality certainly makes her…’miss out’ in terms of her sexual life. Far too often, she had to hear the case of Junko getting into some orgy of the week, Toko (or was it Jack’s?) love ‘conquests’ of the night and the less said about the deal with Sayaka, Mukuro and Kyoko’s relationship with Makoto, the better.

To make a long story short, she was recommended by Junko (which, in hindsight, was a red flag) to do this in order to spice up her life for a change. Hence she was now sitting in a smallish booth connected to the local store. It was past midnight and Junko had verified that there would be some people ‘in need of a cooldown’ coming by once it got to that point.

“...This might have been foolhardy…” she murmured. Anything arranged by Junko was bound to come with some catch. Perhaps, she should just leave now before-!! Footsteps. Keeping quiet, Sakura waited as they grew louder. Would…would someone really…!! She heard a faint sound of a zipper coming undone and the next thing she knew a cock was slid into the opening right at the front…and it wasn’t an average cock.

What came sliding into her haven was a thick, meaty, very erect cock that seemed to be at a generous eight inches. Pointed right in Sakura’s face.

She took a whiff, instinctually. It was sweaty, and reeked of someone that probably had just gotten done working out recently and haven’t showered. Given that Junko arranged this…could this be an athlete from Hope’s Peak?

It was possible, but Sakura couldn’t really tell for sure…and did she want to, truly? Because, at the moment, she seemed more concerned with other matters.

Like…how would it taste in her mouth? She licked the tip of it, tentatively. Quite salty…but also something she could get used to~ After gaining some courage, she fit a good portion of it into her mouth and began to suck on it.

Surprisingly, Sakura found herself a natural at taking such a cock. Blowing on it, suckling at the tip, her wet tongue working at its shaft - you’d think she’d done this before. She couldn’t hear the person’s moans, but she hoped they were enjoying it as much as she was. Maybe…she could go even further. She was only about halfway on their cock…could she take it further beyond?

As her own personal challenge, Sakura began to deepthroat this member, no, this peak she had to scale. She’d never lost a fight, and she sure wasn’t going about losing orally to someone having a big fuckstick!!! 

Gh!!! This person, they were moving. Thrusting into Sakura’s mouth with a surprising amount of energy, Sakura was forcing herself not to gag as this quickly turned from a blowjob to an intense facefuck!!

Even as she was beginning to gag, her thoughts were on one thing and one thing only: total victory!! Even if it was something as degenerate as hiding out in a glory hole booth to suck a filthy fat dick, she was sure of it! She. Will. Not. Lose!!!

“GLRRRRRK!!!!!” It was probably a few minutes, but Sakura’s eyes widened as thick, salty, heavy loads were dumped from this person’s cock  to the back of her throat and down her gullet. Sakura shuddered, feeling a sense of duty to fulfill even that (and a sense of dirty pride as well~).

As she witnessed the now drained cock leave the hole, Sakura sighed, taking a moment to lick off any remnants of cum from her lips. So this what it was like being a slut of a glory hole…maybe, she could used to this?~

“Huh?” A moment later, another girthy cock entered the glory hole and a glint appeared in Sakura’s eyes. A new challenger~ Maybe, just this once, she could give Junko some proper thanks...

Assuming she wasn't one of these meaty visitors already~ And certainly hadn't made Sakura's night by getting the athletic girls of Hope's Peak to 'pay a visit' to someone trying so hard to break out of their shell.

Certainly not~

#Plain Kinktober-R18 #DRogami-R18

[darkpoisonouslove]

Any headcanons about Blicy and in particular jealous Icy? Both if they are together and not

Thank you :D

I don't have much currently since I haven't needed a lot of Blicy headcanons for the stories I write and that's how I usually come up with them. But let's see:

Icy will never admit it but looking back on things, she's glad she was there when Bloom first transformed. She did consider Bloom just a weakling of a pixie at first but later learning that Bloom had the Dragon Fire, she started feeling like Bloom was meant to bring the power to Icy and so being witness to Bloom's first transformation makes sense to her.

Later still that develops in Icy feeling like they have this grand pre-destined rivalry. It annoys her that Bloom doesn't seem to take it seriously and that's why she always ups her game in her attempts to take as much as possible from Bloom to force her to start giving her all to their rivalry (that's why she attacked Sky in 2x10). It backfires because it only makes Bloom want to think about Icy as little as possible. She only later finds out that she actually doesn't mind the way Icy challenges her if she doesn't have to worry about Icy harming anyone in the process.

Bloom really wishes she could talk to Icy about the Dragon Fire and the Trix stealing it but she knows that will never happen. She herself was deeply scarred by having the power ripped out of her but she would still like to have someone who understands what it's like to have that power since the only person who does is a spirit that she can only exchange a few words with at a time. And the Trix seemed to know a lot more about their common backstory than she does. However, Icy is absolutely enraged about the way all of that went down and she would never agree to a civil chat. Especially knowing it would soothe a lot of Bloom's anxieties about her powers and the loneliness she experiences because of having it.

Icy actually never planned on killing Bloom because if she does, she feels like it will lessen the impact of her besting Bloom. If Bloom is gone, there will be no one that can stand up to Icy and so her power will not stand out by being juxtaposed with that of the person who has the most powerful magic in the universe. Sure, she'll have her past victory but she can just hear people saying that she used some underhanded trick to kill Bloom which would dispute her skills. Her ideal world for a long time was just fighting Bloom every other day and kicking Bloom's ass every time in a show of superiority.

Icy later discovers that actually losing to Bloom makes her learn and work a lot more than winning does. She likes the fact that when she gets to win, she does because she really put in all her effort and power into it and so it feels deserved and satisfying. She always hated the idea of not being able to win against whoever she's facing but that's because no one ever felt like they could truly match and defeat her. But with Bloom she can accept a defeat if it means she gets to try again and win the rematch. It makes her realize that her ideal world actually includes Bloom's continued existence in her life as an equal with whom she can maintain a balance of defeats and victories.

That's why they end up sparring a lot when they do get together. And they bring some of that competitiveness into other things as well. But not just as them trying their best against each other but also for each other. Icy doesn't feel the need to prove her superiority and flaunt it around because it feels like she's already won everything that matters. She found her match and Bloom likes the fact that she's driven and how much she already has to offer while also encouraging her to be her best self in whatever way Icy understands that. And it turns out that doesn't include taking over the world, actually, when she already feels like she owns the world since she has the best it can offer - her sisters and Bloom and the freedom to not let anyone tell her what to do.

That said, I can't imagine Icy being jealous for those exact reasons. I don't think Bloom would give her a reason to feel jealous either. Sure, their history isn't pretty and it would be cause for concern that Bloom would rather be with someone else but Icy actually takes it as proof that Bloom doesn't want anyone else. A relationship with Icy was about the hardest relationship path Bloom could have taken and she still did it because Icy is who she wants. I can see Icy being very active when it comes to reminding everyone of that, especially the people that try to make Bloom reconsider their relationship. (I could actually see her saying that she could have been the one charming Bloom instead of Avalon and it still would have worked even after what had happened between the two of them the previous year.)

#winx club #winx icy #winx bloom #bloom x icy #blicy #winx headcanons #wc rewrite #ask #anon

[wastheheart]

Headcanon;

Despite Esme's maternal nature, she is aggressively pro-c.hoice. The stance she has taken has only grown more solid and secure through her own experiences and being able to observe how how laws and rulings concerning r.eproductive health have both improved and harmed w.omen's bodies.

As a young woman expected to marry and unable to choose the life she wished for herself, Esme was not particularly looking to start a family. Her mother told her the bare minimum about intercourse, and like most women of her time, Esme lost her v.irginity on her wedding night. It was awkward and unpleasant, and like most women, she didn't know that it was possible to receive and feel pleasure herself.

In addition to the taboo surrounding sex education, when Esme first got pregnant, she wasn't informed enough to truly recognise the signs and symptoms. When she lost the child, Esme brushed it off to be nothing but a period until timings of other, missed periods, clicked in her head and she realised what had happened.

Her second pregnancy with the realisation that Charles' abuse would likely result in a similar ending to her first pregnancy, acted as the catalyst for Esme to flee, but it didn't come without heartache. She was lucky that she had a cousin who could help her out— what about the women in her position who had no-one?

That was the first time she realised that, if she had not been able to secure an escape, she would have to consider other, more dangerous options. She couldn't bring a baby into that household. She couldn't allow her husband to turn his abuse onto the both of them.

Her story as a war widow often brought pity with it, but she suffered from disapproving looks and comments too, especially by some mothers whose children she taught. It was uncommon to be a single mother holding down a job and people weren't afraid to voice those opinions. Again, another moment of clarity for her. Why not? She was capable, and she proved she was.

But again, Esme could recognise the privilege that other women in similar circumstances did not have. Society went easier on her regarding single motherhood, because technically it was not out of wedlock. Some mothers who fell pregnant outside of wedlock or through being taken advantage of were ostracised and outcast. And there was little secret to the length some of these women would go to in order to terminate their pregnancies.

In her immortal life, Esme has watched reproductive rights take five steps forward and three steps back continuously. Every time they are restricted or outright banned, she feels familiar anger swell in her gut because she has needed to be that woman with access to choice— she has witnessed other women need to access that choice.

During the events of Breaking Dawn, Esme was in fact for the saving of Bella's life over the baby, but could respect Bella's choice to carry the child regardless of what happened to her. What Esme thought best didn't matter because Bella's choice was the decision accepted.

As maternal as Esme is, and as much as she truly loved her son and loves her coven members, she is still passionately pro-c.hoice and will always fight for reproductive rights.

#;headcanon #;the heart (esme) — character study #abortion men #cw: abortion #tw: abortion #pregnancy men #cw: pregnancy #tw: pregnancy #miscarriage men #cw: miscarriage #tw: miscarriage #abuse men #tw: abuse #cw: abuse

[spookyserenades]

hi hi!!🤗

how are you doing? 💖

1st i wanted to tnx u 4 replying to my ask(previous one)!!😁💜

it made me squeal & kick my feet in the air sm i almost fell from my chair 😅

i'm super glad that despite the messy delivery, my love 4 your writing & story could reach u regardless! ^^

i read ch 7 this morning & OMG!!

thank you thank you so so much 4 both writing it & tagging me too!! i really appreciate both!🥰🥰🥰

i don't even know where to begin w/, there were so many twists & new developments & new things packed in this ch! it wasn't a simple treat, it was a whole course meal!😂

i also got my believes abt your writing reconfirmed! you truly are a master of the craft: your meticulous care 4 details,your capacity in extending the story in a long-slow-burn type of development but making always feels like it's going smoothly,w/out a halt in the plot nor a dull moment, your outstanding skill in making the story feel so realistic & immersive even in the smallest of things as you describing the glass-stained lamp in the mc's room & bringing it up enough times that it starts being a familiar element that i associate w/ mc,w/ their room & can now envision every time an event is taking place in that room.

i also i'm head over heels over how u slowly built a sense of growing familiarity between the mc & the hybrids, by giving them peculiar characteristics,quirks or habits that we saw the mc pick on throughout the whole story & that she thinks abt & is growing accostumed to/notices. also some reoccuring jokes(mc being a lightweight 4 example) or dynamics too.

the way your writing brings each character(side characters included ofc,i love them sm!!) to life will never cease to amaze me!! it makes getting invested in your story so easy,so inevitable!😣💜💜💜

you left ch 6 on an absolute cliffhanger & that same energy & trepidation followed also in the beggining of ch 7, so smoothly & naturally!!👏👏👏👏

------------ (details abt ch 7 below,just in case i don't wanna ruin the surprise in case anybody still haven't read it yet)-------------------

Right after witnessing her mother have a vision & getting warned abt it, the mc also has a confrontational moment w/ her mother that made me stop & reflect a bit abt her reaction: my 1st impression was that she just kinda wanted to not adress it nor aknowledge it out of anxiety,fear & also sense of guilt toward picturing tae like that, like she needed to try to convince herself that it couldn't be true & kinda just take it out on her mom(a tiny bit) bc of the shock & to push away the possibilities. at 1st i simply thought that she was just & rightfully freaking out, but then it stuck w/ me how she brought up in frustration how she stopped card reading & spiritual practice,esp things surrounding knowing the future bc it drove her friends away & almost broke important bonds in her life. i'm no expert when it comes to paganism & its various practices but i'm not avert to learning abt or simply seeing it portrayed as well(rapresentation matters afterall^^) & although i'm not pagan myself,i hope i am respectful when i say i can relate to mc anyway in her relationship w/ it. in my opinion(as a non-pagan,so i hope i'm not being insensitive😅) using practices like card reading or rituals to have glimpses of the future/visions & such are harmless if u only practice them to have the occasional guidance &/or reassurance in your life, but the moment they become smth too reoccuring,smth u depend to much on & you base your every move on,it can turn harmful, it can make u unable to make decisions in your life,turn u paranoid & suspiscious of ppl & you no longer have the reins of the course of your life(not saying this is the current situation ofc,i was just wondering if this is smth that mc experienced when younger,thus why they are more wary now). in the story, multiple times her mother or mc herself bring up the fact that once you tapped into this wrld,u cannot get back & her mother mentioned how mc naturaly has a peculiar capacity & a penchant(?) 4 it. i understand the concept of "once u start,u can't go back" & her mother has never pressured her,rather always tried to give her a positive nudge,an encouraging push to get back into it more but i do feel like there's also some pressure, like it's inevitable & mc will have to get back into practicing(which i feel could be described as being a little cornered but only bc mc had a negative experience in the past that made her take some distance from practicing, not bc the practice or beliefs themselves are neg ofc,i don't need to know paganism well in order to respect it anyway!) so i'm super excited to see how mc's relationship w/ paganism will change & take shape in the future: if she'll further distance herself or if she'll find smth that gets her closer & if it will happen only out of necessity or if she'll find a way of integrating it again in her life by her own terms & level of comfortability bc of her indipendent choice to do so. i'm also curious to know more abt both namjoon & jk's own relationship w/ paganism,faith & their personal believes.

if i may draw a parallelism, mc's situation seems a bit similar to ( not exactly & in a more light way) religious trauma. now,i'm aware that's not a very fitting term since paganism wrks differently & idk if trauma is the right term 4 how she still is impacted by the experience(both past & present) w/ the malevolent entity. it's a bit complicated to explain(i suck w/ wrds srry😭) but by religious trauma i don't mean it in the traditional sense that we apply to abrahamic religions 4 example in which the trauma is created by the abuse & twist of religion to use it as a tool of power/justification 4 bigotry against the individual or the harm prepetruated by the other belivers themselves against the individual, in the case of paganism & this situation i mean it in the sense that the relationship mc has w/ paganism & practicing in of itself changed, specifically due to a negative experience, that still influences the way she interacts w/ the beliefs,customs & practices. bc of that, i'm very intrigued by what u gonna gives us in the future & how she's gonna heal (or not) her relationship w/ it. i dunno if i expressed myself well enough & if i said smth offensive or made a comparison that is disrespctful i apologise, u don't have to but it's more than welcome 4 u to point out so i can both learn & take responsability!😊

now talking abt the main course of this meal,tae's revelation!

i had my mind set on his confessing that it was bc of self-defense ofc & not premeditated either but oh boyyy if u had me faltering & growing anxious & unsure w/ all the amazing & beautifully written build up,the rollercoaster of emotion & tae's sudden changes in mood & pauses while spilling the full truth! the sigh i let out when reading mc's reaction, understanding & reassurance given to poor tae, i probably sounded like a leaf blower XD

i thought that would be the only main drama of the chapter so i felt more relaxed now just to get hit straight in the face w/ the namjoon' bomb?!!!

NAMJOON?!!!!!!!😳😳😳😳💀💀💀💀

i never saw it coming,i never expected such a reaction nor that it would come from him, i never could have predicted such a turn of events, it felt like a slap,like a bucket of ice. literally stopped reading to climb down the ladder & pace around the room in shock o-o

we def know that he runs hot 'n cold, has his moments & he never was fond of tae,to say.

but he always struck me as somebody pretty level headed, quite in control of his actions to the point of being calculative sometimes & who's used to keep his blood cold even in hot situations. i felt like a clown🤡

4 awhile his reaction made absolute 0 sense to me,no matter how hard i squeezed my peanut sized brain i couldn't find smth that would justify or push him to react like that,to that extent & say those exact wrds. but all bc a) i was seeing it from my pov & b) i assumed i already knew the character well enough to be able to see patterns in his behaviour/way of thinking which is not true cause we know barely 3 things abt his past tbh(my bad honestly😭)

1- i thought that he reacted this intensely bc of fear of tae & protectiveness over mc & her wellbeing(him already not liking the bear hybrid but now actually hating him bc he perceived him as a threat or possible danger to mc & the others) but that flew right out the window the moment he started talking shit abt mc directly to her face(not proud of it, but 4 some time i really wanted to slap him a couple times😅). esp when he said that she was a spoiled rich grl that basically always acted out on nothing but her naivety & whims. that felt like he said it w/ his full chest & meant it😳, like he had been feeling that way abt her 4 awhile but never voiced it out untill now🤔. which threw me back to the time when after the vinyl store etc & after eating icecream at the fountain, his mood soured & he started giving the cold shoulder to mc & i wondered if smth crossed his mind in that moment that reminded him abt smth in his past or a bitter thought abt mc?

2-it's more of a theory: maybe he has a hard time seeing the genuine love & care behind mc's choice in adopting them all bc he thinks all there's behind her actions is her "naivety, saviour complex & habit of just getting whatever she wants bc of growing up rich & spoiled" bc that's the only type of ppl he saw around him(when it wasn't straight up abusive ppl)?

3- his worry abt tae putting them all in danger w/ the law could be quite reasonable but i think is way inflated in his head. mama raised no snitch & i don't think there is any reason to suspect that any of the other hybrids or mc herself would rat tae out. plus tae himself said that if it ever comes to it,he would never confess that the others knew abt him. plus the poor teddy bear hybrid is already shouldering the guilt from 1(cough well deserved chough) kill & is already living in worry of facing legal truoble bc of it so if namjoon thinks tae would do it again w/ any of them when there's no reason nor need to beside the fact that tae would never as well, just confirmed to me that all the accusations,assumptions & concerns that pushed namjoon to react that intensely & against tae were based on fear mostly. i mean,it makes sense to experience a bit of fear given the situation ofc, but unlike mc's & the others initial doubt & fear, his seems diff, like there's smth personal behind it...which bring me to my last point!

4- namjoon already has his fair share of negative experiences w/ the law bc he faked his documents to join the club etc & he got found out. but we never got to know how he got found out, if somebody ratted him out or smth else. so it makes sense that he would be more wary & tense than others knowing that the law could be involved again & also knowing that he would have to be in a position where he has to trust others to not sing like a bird. but still, he seemed very nervous & paranoid even... is he hiding smth like tae did? we still don't know what kind of ppl were in his life b4(beside mc's mother) or how exactly he came to know abt the "supernatural" & such. also b4 ending captured & at gerry's he mentioned that he lived as a wolf in national parks to jimin but didn't go into details. maybe he's trying to fly off the radar bc otherwise he risks smth legally & tae's situation put him on edge? idk,i'm speculating,rambling,being delirious at this point??😭😂 i'm trying to find smth in his reaction that may make it more understandable & feel less as just him being straight up an asshole & i'm kinda boiling my brain & feeling quite stupid w/ the things i came up w/😅

talking abt the actual fight instead, i really love your choice in making jk the one that descalated the situation & kinda acted as a mediator/sedative authority. unusual but suprisingly it fits him & the story very well! plus it also shifted his position in the house & dynamic,w/ mc mostly, but also w/ the bear & the wolf hybrids. god bless him 4 handling it so well & preventing the worst! xd

all the hybrids(minus poor hoseok but understandable😓💚) played a role into taking off some of the responsability & weight on mc abt having to do damage control & managing the situation. it really felt like it's no longer a relationship where she's primarily the one that takes care of them & navigates all the relationships & duties & things to do to keep things running in the house, but they all try to do their part & some of her part too if it gets too much,like this time. they are not just basking in the comfort & love, they are enjoying it ofc but they are also serious abt returning it & resolving conflicts etc inside the house also to take care of her as well. 4 now it's out of gratitude & also liking & caring abt mc & it's going so well w/ the slow burn!!!

quick note- you wrote abt jin having ptsd/anxiety/phobias & w/ that obviously come also triggers & i noticed how in the scene by the fire while making s'mores he seemed fidgety & uncomfortable w/ getting close to the fire so hoseok was roasting them 4 him. & knowing he was a "performer" in circuses b4, i wonder if they used fire or heat to punish him? or if smth happened to him that has to do w/ fire. u don't have to tell me if you don't want to ofc!^^ it's just me noticing this lil thing & being too curious xd

...uhm

i think i wrote enough(too much even) & should just stop by now😅 thank you 4 everything, 4 sharing your breathtaking writing, for giving me time out of your day when u reply & also 4 giving me space 4 my rambling even tho i feel i may have taken advantage of it a bit by now😓🙏

i hope this ask doesn't feel overwhelming & i hope you'r doing ok & are happy & healthy!!🤗🥰💜💜💜

Hi hi hi lovebug! I'm doing well lately, how have you been? I'm so happy you've dropped by to chat again! 🥰

Thank you so much for continuing to support Trouvaille and send me such wonderful feedback! I feel incredibly lucky and grateful to receive your love and all of your thoughts on the story 🥺💘

So again AHHH thank you so so much for your sweet compliments about my writing, my heart is gonna explode seriously 😭 (you know how to make a girl blush!!) I'm really pleased that you are feeling immersed into the story, especially in the jam-packed, plot heavy update in Chapter Seven! So cool that you can envision the home and the settings too, I was hoping that I was describing the surroundings well enough that readers could see it in their minds!

One of the most exciting things about writing an OT7 fic is planning out all the little quirks and traits each of the boys will have, on top of the MC and side characters, as well. Since about a week has passed since MC adopted the hybrids by Chapter Seven, she's become accustomed to some of the most obvious quirks some of them have (Hoseok's three note whistle tone, Jimin's cowboy manners addressing her as "Miss Y/N", etc.) so over time as she gets to know them more intimately, other unique traits will reveal themselves! I love a good few reoccurring jokes as well, I'm happy that you've picked up the lightweight one LMAO... eeeee but I'm so glad that their quirks are making them seem more realistic, thank you!! 💜💜

fdjkasfh I wanna apologize for leaving the previous chapter on a cliffhanger, I tend to do that a lot... I'm a sucker for shock value 💀

So MC and her mother! Their relationship tends to ebb and flow, due to the fact that their personalities are quite different. MC tends to be a bit more grounded in reality, conscious of responsibility, and perhaps a bit overly concerned with the opinions of others, at times. Meanwhile, her mother is loud and proud, free spirited, and almost childlike in nature. In a way, MC might feel as though she often had to act as the adult growing up, while her mother may have felt MC was a bit too rigid. Besides that, the spirituality that MC and her mother share also plays a big part in their relationship and dynamic. MC's big issue with her mother is the perceived nosiness that comes with card reading for others, particularly behind their backs. It is mentioned I believe in Chapter Three that MC's mother would often do Tarot readings for MC and then report back to her on the results, which in turn irked MC while she had taken a break from her spiritual practice. MC may have had instances in her childhood where having an eccentric pagan mother discouraged others from wanting to get closer to MC and her family. When her mother had the vision about Taehyung, I think MC's main concern was Tae overhearing the interaction, and either getting spooked or his feelings hurt in consequence. Truly, MC thought the vision to be so absurd at first, that she wrote it off almost immediately.

Paganism is an interesting sort of religion to practice, as there are many paths under the umbrella term of paganism one can take. One pagan that does card readings might not do herbal magic, another might not use Tarot or oracle at all and focus their energies on candle magic. Really, it is up to the practitioner how they practice, what they believe, and what works best for them. MC and her mother are a good example of this. Her mother tends to lean on Tarot and psychic ability, while MC (who is just now getting back into her practice) tends to be comfortable with spell crafting-- we'll dive more into her practice in the future! Also, no worries- you aren't being insensitive whatsoever (in fact, you're very respectful), I love answering questions on paganism and The Craft! I hope I can be a friendly person for anyone to come to and ask questions like these, it's fun to discuss with others! ✨💖

I like that you pointed out MC's mother being one to "nudge" her back into her practice, that IS absolutely what she is doing. A big theme here, as well, is the idea of "you see them, they see you" when it comes to working with spirits or any kind of magic. That's why it was important for me to stress the urgency MC had with performing some protective magic after the altercation with that entity; protection is key for a pagan/witch. We'll see in future updates how she hones her craft and makes it her own (on her own terms!) As well as how Namjoon, Jeongguk, and perhaps the others (!) beliefs and practices take form and change over time.

I really like the parallel you drew to the concept of religious trauma. MC primarily pulled away from her practice in attempt to get that nasty entity she accidentally summoned as a teen off her back, and sort of moved on like nothing ever happened. I think that the religious trauma parallel is a good comparison to what happened to her, but rather it being caused by an institution itself (for example, The Church), it was caused by her own lack of knowledge/research on the spell she was casting. I think she's on the right track to begin healing from her mistake, and now she knows to research before casting unfamiliar spells, and stay on top of protective magic!

NOW FOR TAE'S REVELATION! AHHH I'm so excited that I could keep you on your toes throughout the scene where he recounts what he had done! That scene was particularly tricky for me to write, and I revised it many times, so I'm glad that it had the sort of dizzying and uncertain pace that I was hoping for. Tae needed a big hug after that, and I'm glad MC gave it to him!

ANNND Namjoon too! I guess my love of shock value manifested itself into a fight scene, and making Namjoon into the instigator... You're right; he's always been suspicious of Tae, and definitely runs hot and cold. And on the other hand, "calculative" is one of the best ways I could describe wolf hybrid Joon. I think that he while he was flying off the handle in rage during the fight, he was still rather cold and cutting with his words, as if he hadn't considered the effect they'd have. I think because he is overly calculative, he can sometimes read a little too far into situations and get into his head, thus creating volatile or explosive emotions he cannot ultimately control.

So another reader had a similar theory that Namjoon reacted in this way because he was jealous or perhaps feeling the intense or instinctual need to protect MC from Taehyung. Though, when he turned his attention to MC and began taking it out on her, that shit was uncalled for. MC was already feeling a little insecure about her lack of knowledge when it comes to hybrids, so Namjoon inadvertently triggering that insecurity by calling her "stupid" cut her deep. She too, in the moment, believed that Namjoon truly felt that way about her, hence her breakdown. I like the connection you made to the outing with the hybrids when he suddenly grew distant and somewhat mean; perhaps this circles back to the jealousy he might feel (MC was surrounded by Yoongi, Tae, and 2Seok all paying her particular attention).

I also like your theory that Namjoon might have a hard time accepting that MC simply wants to give all of the hybrids, himself included, the opportunity to live safe, happy lives. I think the whole "spoiled rich girl" comment was something that just came to him, considering the significant sum she had handed over to adopt them all, the large house she lives in, etc. I think he said the first insulting thing he could think of in his blind rage-- but it is and interesting theory that he may be jaded towards those he perceives to be rich and spoiled, especially because we don't know too much about his past.

Because Namjoon's past is still a mystery, I love that you've come up with so many theories to fill in the gaps! The idea that he could be nervous about Taehyung being a fugitive because he himself is is an interesting theory! 🤔 It would certainly make sense for him to explosively react over the news of Taehyung perhaps attracting law enforcement to the house and in consequence, Namjoon himself... but for now, we simply don't know!

Jeongguk being the one to break up the fight was another twist to Chapter Seven. I'm sure not only MC, but readers as well were surprised to see bristly, avoidant Jeongguk get in the middle of those two, but I think he might have been the only one to do it successfully. Teaming up with Yoongi (who calmed MC down and then escorted Tae from the room), Jimin making her tea, and Seokjin staying with her while she fell asleep-- they all managed to put aside some of their smaller spats with each other in order to restore order in the home. I think at the end of the day, all of the hybrids are seeking a peaceful, happy environment to live in, so breaking up the fight was a priority to the others in the home. In future updates, we'll see how dynamics change and flourish between the housemates as time wears on and new situations crop up! 🤭

Final little note, for Seokjin-- he was indeed a performer for a circus, so the possibility of an accident involving fire happening to him is extremely likely! We still don't know how he was injured prior to his adoption, when MC picked him up from the shelter. Fire could definitely be included in his list of phobias that we know of (so far, we know that crowds are a phobia, for sure!)

THANK YOU thank you thank you for sending me another lovely message filled with your wonderful thoughts and theories, I truly enjoyed taking the time to read through them and reply as thoroughly as I could. I also thank you for reading and supporting Trouvaille and remembering so many little details tucked away in all of the chapters, it really made me so happy to discuss the story with you!! I hope you have a lovely week, are eating well, and staying healthy!! 🩷💓💗💘💖

#long post #asks #trouvaille #dana's thoughts #thank you so so much for all these lovely theories and food for thought!!!

[acourtofthought]

Hello!

About the Azriel you were talking about him, I have to say that part in the extra that he says: that he showed Rhysand that side of him said a lot. It is normally closed and has multiple peaks. Girls find men that sexy, but in SJM's books it was always a warning.

I wanted to know why people find the way he refers to Elain as an object of possession beautiful, I wanted to see if it was Lucien giving the necklace to someone else...

Another detail, from acomaf we know that Azriel needs to exercise when he is frustrated. By the time he gets to that ring, he's broken, and he's fine and slept as well as he could.

I love the language of Gwynriel: provocative, competitive, and understanding at a glance.

I loved when Gwyn said he saw Azriel's aggressive side that slaughtered everyone, WITHOUT HESITATION. She was there at her worst moment, but proud that her attackers suffered. I'm looking forward to the broken parts of the two coming together.

What do you say about Gwyn saying she did bad things too. Do you think there's something beyond the fights she had with Catrin?

The reason Feysand worked is because Rhys showed Feyre the worst of him from the start. The reason Nessian worked is because Nesta never put on airs around Cassian, she let him see the most bitter and angry parts of who she was from their first interaction. Rowealin were endgame because they were complete assholes to one another in the beginning. If you can weather the worst of someone than you can definitely handle the best of them. We don't get that with E/riel though and that's not a good thing for an SJM book because as we see above, that's not how she writes her endgame couples. Azriel refuses to let Elain see the darkest parts of him and that right there spells their demise. I know Gwyn hasn't seen everything bad about Az just yet (i.e., his obsessive tendencies with females, his defying orders) but, she has seen the ever present rage that is a part of him. She did not seem bothered at all by his savagery. Anti's like to use the excuse that "of course she was fine with it since he killed the people that were harming her!" but honestly, that doesn't seem to make a difference to Elain. The people of the Hewn City are examples of horrible beings yet the cruelty that exists there still bothers her. Why would she care about what they do to one another since canonically, they're bad? Why would it matter to her since they deserve it? Elain seemed shocked by Nesta's beheading of the King but didn't he deserve it? Did Elain herself seem to enjoy taking credit for her part in his demise? After everything he had done to her and her sisters? It does not matter to Elain who is bad or good, who deserves cruelty or not, it still bothers her. So no, when Anti's try to argue against Gwyn's response to Az slaughtering everyone, their argument doesn't hold up. I think when Gwyn had the conversation that she didn't want to make any more mistakes she was referring to what happened at the temple which she carries a lot of guilt for. And when she was referring to the faults she had with Catrin, it was probably referencing the normal sister squabbles that sisters tend to have (just as we've witnessed with the Archerons). Do I think it's possible she could do something bad in the future? Only in the way that Feyre does bad things (like the destruction of Spring for the good of her Court and revenge on Tamlin and stealing from Tarquin). In the way Cassian razed an entirely village for revenge. In fantasy books, no one really looks at those things as "bad" because if there's a "evil guy or girl", readers tend to feel they deserve whatever is coming for them. But if we want to get technical, I guess revenge at whatever cost can be considered somewhat of an issue. Feyre and Rhys were willing to make an enemy out of a good person so long as it served their purpose in the end (it bothered them to do so but they were still did it anyway). She's meant to be Azriel's equal and that means the good and the bad have to somewhat align. Which to me means she could develop a bit of a bloodthirsty, vengeful side just like he has, just like Nesta has, just like Rhys has and so on.

#gwynriel #anti e/riel

[littleorangecactus]

Disgust...or is it intrigue?

TRIGGER WARNING, BLOOD AND SOME ACCIDENTAL HARM AND SELF HOMOPHOBIA FOR A BRIEF PERIOD!!!!

Catherine knew one thing in this new world and that would be that she still could not, for any reason, stand that good for nothing Boleyn girl. Deep down Catherine knew she shouldn’t be mad at her, but the truth was buried by so much hatred that she could do nothing to see it. Catherine had the perfect life. She was married to the king, had a beautiful daughter, and was well respected for her knowledge and love of the church. Her life couldn’t get better if it possibly tried, and so of course, it got worse. All the way from France comes this dark haired, doe eyed, baby faced young woman. She was to be a royal guest and treated with the utmost care. Anne Boleyn was a young, quick witted, spunky woman who dreamed of nothing but knowledge and power. She wanted to be respected and in charge and she knew the way to get it was to go to the top. So with much trial and error, Anne got what she wanted, no matter what Catherine did to try and stop her, and while one gained everything the other lost it all. 

Centuries pass, the queens come back to life in modern day England, and now Catherine must deal with her worst nightmare all over again. To say Catherine hated Anne was an understatement. She hated everything about her, just the existence of Anne Boleyn made her upset. That sassy, loud mouthed, ball of wild untamed energy was on her shit list. How dare she walk around like she wasn’t the reason that Catherine and Henry split?! How dare she act unaffected with what she had done?! Catherine could not stand to be in the same room with her, let alone stand next to her to preform. No matter how hard she tried to get along with the other queens, successfully bonding with most of them, she would avoid Anne at all costs. She would look at the second queen and feel anger boil in her gut. A sickly feeling, that’s what it was. 

She hated Anne for being able to take Henry. For being able to take her entire life and completely destroy it with no thought or regard for anyone else’s feelings. Anne was many things to many people: annoying, rude, abrasive, wickedly smart, charming, beautiful, the list goes on. Wait, beautiful? There was no way in the entirety of the great universe that Catherine would have actually thought that Anne was beautiful.  Because if she admitted any of these statements it would mean that in some way, deep down in her heart, she cared for that petulant girl and that just wouldn't do at all! Why would she say that Anne was beautiful? She had great bone structure sure, and her witty remarks were actually pretty funny but no way would Catherine openly admit this about Anne!

Quickly getting up from her chair in the living room, Catherine hurries to her room and slams the door. Leaning up against it, she takes deep breaths trying to calm her heart. Saying those words, accepting what they truly meant, was something Catherine couldn’t do. She had always loved Henry, in her mind they were the stars and the moon, never had there been someone so perfect for each other. Her heart was set on him from the moment she was placed near him. Her heart beat would speed up, a flush would cover her cheeks, her mind filled with things she wished to tell him. Now though, she was getting that tingly feeling again, and deep down she knew who it was about. 

Slamming her hand on the wall, Catherine pushed away from the door and started to pace. She can’t understand the way she thinks about that dark haired brat, there isn’t a single excuse that makes up for these feelings about her! Catherine pressed her forehead against the floor length mirror on the wall, tears coming to her eyes. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, deep down she knew what these feelings were, why she had them. She knew the reason Anne came to the castle, why she picked Henry, it was a smart move she must admit. That was the worst part for Catherine, she understood what Anne was going through. It made her hatred for her lessen even more! She couldn’t hate a woman who didn’t want to be in a relationship but was forced too anyway! 

The more she thought about Anne and what occurred during their time together, the more angry she got. Pacing around the room while trying to conceal her deeper feelings, Catherine was getting more and more upset. God was her most devoted love, her savior above all, and yet he was allowing his child to suffer? Hadn’t she done that enough with all that she had lost? This was all too much. Looking back at her reflection, she was truly disgusted. Seeing red, she threw her fist forward. She didn’t even realize she was doing it until she hit it hard enough to crack. Catherine jumped back startled. She had hit her fist so hard on the glass that it had shattered, shards and chunks falling around her feet. Shocked, she backed away only to stumble and become all dizzy. Red was spotting her vision and her floor as well. Looking down at her hand, she could see the blood starting to spill from a large gash on the side of her wrist. Inadvertently, Catherine had nicked a vein with a shard of glass. Blood was pouring from the wound. Finally allowing herself a release of emotions, she let out a scream and slowly stumbled to her knees. The shattering noise and her scream was enough to get the attention of the other queens who came running to her side.

Jane came in first, being the room closest to her, and gasped at the sight. She ran over to Catherine and used her shirt to put pressure on her hand. Anna and Kat were next, with Anna stopping in her tracks in the door blocking Kat from getting in. She told Kat to phone 911 and to go to her room in such a voice that Kat didn’t argue. Anna then went to the side of Catherine and started checking the rest of her arm for cuts and trying to get her to hold still. Finally, Anne came down from upstairs and almost threw up at the sight. She looked at the woman who hated her most in the world kneeling on the ground surrounded by her own blood with glass all around her. “I don’t want her..” Catherine croaked out. The hurt in Anne’s eyes wasn’t hidden. The other two queens looked at her with a sympathetic look and she quickly ran from the room in tears. They look down at Catherine who had curled in on herself, trying to absorb the pain. She was fading in and out of consciousness, still trying to speak. “To see.” She finally finished. She hadn’t wanted Anne to see her like this, she was embarrassed enough with Jane and Anna having to help her. “Sweetie, we are gonna take you to the hospital okay? You’re going to be fine, we just need to get you patched up okay?” Jane tries to keep her voice calm as possible. Catherine just nodded, trying to make here eyes stay focused. Slowly, as she hears the sirens, Catherine’s eyes close as she loses consciousness. 

At the hospital, Catherine slowly wakes up and realized what happened. She feels so stupid for not paying attention to her own body movements. Her sole job in this world was to protect the others and here she was scaring them because she lost her cool. Looking around she sees the tear tracks on the faces of the other queens, who are all curled up in chairs around her bed. Catherine’s gut turns as she thinks of what she put them through and she realizes she needs to explain. Making a small movement to turn her body, the noise of the rustling of sheets awaking the others.

Jane is the first to react, getting up from her spot to quickly go to Catherine’s side. “Hello my little sunshine, it’s good to see you awake.” She says as she gently takes Catherine’s good hand in her own. “Wh-when can I go home?” She wheezes out, her throat having gone dry from being asleep for so long. “I’m not quite sure love, but I can go ask the doctor if you’d like?” Jane’s soft smile gives Catherine a small reprieve from the guilt she’s feeling as she nods her head gently. Jane goes to the other side of her bed and grabs a cup of water and brings it to Catherine. “I’ll be right back, I’m just gonna go talk to the nurses and doctor real quick and we will get it all settled.” She hands the cup to Catherine and places a gentle kiss on her forehead before heading out the door.

Cathy is the next one to speak, taking Jane’s place beside her godmother. “What happened Catherine? I walked in the house and no one was home, I got to see if you’re in your room, and the floor is covered in glass and blood. I hadn’t checked my phone because it was on silent, and I missed the first calls from the other queens telling me to get to the hospital.” Cathy’s eyes fill with tears as she looks down on the woman she considers her mother. “Mi pequeña amor, I am so incredibly sorry I scared you. I was upset, thinking in my room. I hadn’t realized that I was hitting the mirror that hard until it shattered under my touch. I truly never meant for this to happen my love. I’m sorry for scaring you so badly.” Catherine looks up at her godchild and fellow queen, letting her true emotions come through. With tears forming in her eyes she gently takes Cathy’s hand and hold it to her lips, giving her a tiny, soft kiss. “I can see you’re tired. I will hopefully be discharged soon and will be back home before you know it. Please go back to the house and get some rest. I know it will be hard to do but if anything happens we will notify you immediately. Take Kitty too, she shouldn’t be here, poor thing is probably a nervous wreck.” Cathy tries to argue but can see there’s no point in trying with the look in her chosen mother’s eyes. She sighs and nods her head, kissing Catherine’s cheek as she goes over to the chair she’s been sitting in to grab her purse. “Come on Kitty. When we get home maybe we can bake some brownies for Aragon to enjoy when she gets back?” Cathy offers a hopeful smile towards the young girl and let’s out a quick sigh of relief when she nods her head.

Kitty walks over to the bed, leans over it as she softly pulls Catherine into a hug. “Please come back really soon?” She looks into the oldest queen’s eyes as Catherine nods her head while it’s leant against her chest. “I will, love. Go on and make sure Cathy gets some sleep after the kitchen rendezvous you two are going to get up too.” She gives a gentle smile as Kitty laughs and goes over to the door where Cathy is waiting. Grabbing her hand the pair head out to the main lobby, headed for home.

“And then there were three.” Anna jokes as she slowly stands up, letting her stiff joints stretch out. “I am going to go with them to make sure they don’t set anything on fire. I will be glad when you are back at home.” Anna smiles as she gently squeezes Catherine’s good hand and heads out the door to follow the others. Catherine watches her leave with a small smile on her face. Turning her head, she looks to the side to see the last queen still in the room. Anne has curled herself into a ball and is looking at the floor, her eyes red and puffy. “Anne-“ she starts out. “I-I should go, you don’t want me to stay here.” Anne starts to unfold her body which she is sure is melded to the chair. “Anne, stay. Please?” Catherine’s voice is so soft Anne almost didn’t hear it. Standing stock still, the dark haired girl looks up to meet the older woman’s eyes. “Come here, come sit beside me.” Anne looks at her hesitantly before complying and sitting on the corner of Catherine’s bed. “I owe you a lot of explaining.” She starts to say, quickly covering the young woman’s mouth as she tries to comment. “No it’s true I do. I cannot excuse my behavior or label it something it isn’t and I’m sorry. I have definitely not been treating you fairly and for that I’m sorry.” Catherine hopes she is portraying as much emotions in her words as her heart felt. “You have every reason not to like me, I wouldn’t if the roles were reversed.” Anne says softly with a shrug, playing with the corner of the blanket to avoid eye contact.

Catherine’s heart breaks as she looks at the younger queen. She had been so rude and spiteful towards her, and yet hearing how she truly felt made her feel nothing but guilt and sadness. “Anne, I don’t hate you-“ she stops when the brunette looks at her with a non believing stare. “No let me explain. For a while yes, I was very upset at you. I had the perfect life, everything I ever wanted. But I also know where you were coming from. You didn’t make this choice, your father did. You wanted to be free to explore not to be locked down. After my anger settled, I realized you were just a lost young girl trying to make it in a foreign place. I never even gave you a chance. I will never be able to apologize enough for not thinking from your perspective until it was too late.” Catherine reaches out and gently puts her hand over Anne’s, trying to show how true her words were.

“I understood why you didn’t like me, I never felt like I didn’t deserve it. I wanted so much to be my own person and instead I just followed orders as a good daughter was supposed too. Turns out I was just never any good at following them.” Anne let’s put a quiet laugh and Catherine smiles at her softly. “I also need to admit something to you. I have been harsher on you lately and it hasn’t been for anything you’ve done. I have been in my head for a while about some feelings and thoughts I’ve been having and I’ve taken it out on you. I realize that it was wrong but it’s too late to try and go back and just be brave about it all.” Catherine looks at her hand which it still on the younger queen’s lap, gently placed on the pale hand of her counterpart. “Anne. I need to tell you something. And I will understand if this makes you hate me, I wouldn’t object to it in the slightest. Against all moral high grounds and standings within my relationship with God, I have realized something. I can’t help but feel a pull towards you. And I keep trying, I want it to stop, please know I do! But I just can’t stop the feelings whenever I’m around you. Your laugh, your smile, the way you always know how to brighten anyone’s mood, your thirst for knowledge astounds me. You stand up for what you believe in and you are so protective of the ones you love. I can’t help but want to look at you whenever you are near me because it seems like there’s just a light that surrounds you that’s so bright and pure. And I’m sorry. I know this is wrong, okay?! I know. And I just can’t keep this to myself anymore because I can’t keep hiding these emotions! I mean for Pete’s sake, this is why I’m in this damned bed!” Catherine was practically hysterical at this point, ranting her feelings towards the younger woman. She needed to get this out and she needed it out now. She knew this would be disastrous but she couldn’t even find it in herself to care anymore, she had so much pent up inside her. Trying to slow her breathing she looked up at the other queen, trying to gauge her reaction. Anne was sitting there, wide eyed, staring right back at her with her mouth hanging slightly open. “You- you have feelings for me? This happened because of me?” Her voice was so quiet Catherine could barely hear her. She nodded her head, ashamed of herself for feeling this way and ashamed at how this had all come to be. Looking down at her hands, Catherine kept her head down. “I just couldn’t take it anymore. It was so confusing and enraging and I just needed to make it stop…” she tried to explain her behavior but the reality was, there really wasn’t an explanation for it. She hears Anne getting ready to move, knowing that she was going to leave and never speak to her again. Catherine’s eyes clenched up as the tears she had been trying to hold back came through. Suddenly, she feels a crooked finger under her chin, tilting her face to meet the other queen’s.

“I have been having the same problem with you. Your entire being is so calming and protective, you’re like a security blanket around our home. Your kindness and willingness to do anything for the others proves this with everything you do, even if we don’t say anything. I knew from the moment I met you that you were something special, I just couldn’t find it in myself to ever tell you. I wasn’t going too actually, I was just going to let you hate me because I felt like I deserved it. I feel butterflies every time you walk into the room, your aura makes me feel safer than I’ve ever been.” Anne looks deep into her eyes as she says this, taking her other hand and gently wiping away the tears from Catherine’s eyes. The older queen looks into her eyes and smiles at her, a true bright smile that takes Anne’s breath away. “I would very much like to kiss you right now if you would let me.” She says looking back and forth between Anne’s lips and her eyes. The younger queen smiles and nods her head, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. They both start to lean in, so close to touching they could feel each other’s breath on the own lips. Before they could connect however, they hear familiar footsteps coming quickly towards their room.

Leaning away from each other quickly, they try to pretend as if nothing had happened as the door opened and in walks Jane. “Good news! The doctor said as long as we keep it bandaged and clean you’re clear to go home! Now I have a change of clothes for you and I figured you’d want to leave as soon as possible!” Jane is practically bursting with joy as she goes to her chair and grabs the small bag she had Cathy bring with her when she came. “Thank you Jane, truly. I don’t know what would have happened if you and Anna didn’t act so quickly.” Catherine smiles at her and grabs the bag from Jane’s outstretched hand. “Let me change real quick and we can sign the papers and head home.” Getting off the bed, she takes the bag to the bathroom attached to her room and quickly changes into comfier clothes. “Alright, I’m ready to go. I must confess I am very drained and would love to go home to some tea and a good night’s sleep.” Catherine gathers her belongings while the others help her get ready to leave. Heading to the receptionist, they quickly get the papers signed and given back to the nurse, who smiles kindly at them as they head towards the exit. Walking the short walk to the car, Jane leads the way with Anne and Catherine walking slower behind her.

Catherine slowly extends her hand, hoping the other queen will take it. She gives her a big grin when Anne takes her hand and the walk silently towards the car. This, this feels good. This feels right. If loving Anne felt like this all the time, then how could it possibly be that bad? Once settled in the car and on the way home, Catherine feels like she can finally breathe. A deep, full chested, wonderfully free breath. Turning her head to look at her emerald lover, she smiles, a true smile, and leans her head on her shoulder. Anne places a gentle peck on the crown of her head and she knows this is what it felt like to be home.

@blizabeth-elount i told you I had a fanfic for you, oh about a year ago, maybe two at this point. Well, i finally got back to it and i am finished. Here is Aargon/Boleyn in a angsty love story.

#anne boelyn x catherine of aragon #catherine of aragon #anne boleyn #anna of cleves #catherine parr #katherine howard #jane seymour #lesbian #they are gay #whole house is #six the musical