#(he is Good and very supportive of his siblings and he deserves better too……)

[maliciouslove]

𝕀𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕐𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨

ʚ pairing ɞ  stepbrother!denki kaminari x reader

NSFW, dark content, aged up characters (21+)

ʚ word count ɞ 4.7k

ʚ summary ɞ having a step brother isn’t easy, especially if he is as fun and good looking as yours. you always got along just fine, but some very depraved and dark corner of your mind always forced you to look at him different, to imagine things that were taboo—to touch yourself while thinking of him. so when you had to crash at his place for a couple of days while your apartment was being fumigated, things escalated rather fast. i mean, it’s fine if it doesn’t go in, right?

ʚ tags ɞ mention of death (reader’s mother), tw stepcest, tw dubcon, masturbation, tw voyeurism, oral (f!receiving), tw spit, pussyjob, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, breeding, recording, blackmail

Most people say that having a parent remarry and having step-siblings is awful. You, however, don't see it that way.

Despite the devastation of losing your mother at a young age, you were grateful to your father for stepping up and taking care of you with everything he had after your mother's passing. You were 4 at the time, and things didn’t quite make sense until you got older—but with time, the more you matured, the more you came to terms with the situation. The older you got, the better you understood how much of a super dad you actually had—on the one hand, he always prioritized you, gave you everything he could and made sure that you didn’t miss out on anything, partially spoiling his little girl. On the other hand, he also chose to be very honest with you and talk to you about difficult topics instead of shying away from them. Therefore, you were able to understand what happened to your mother and were fully supported while working through the grief.

For all this, you were truly grateful to your dad, though, there came a time where you became aware of all the sacrifices that he had made for your sake as well. Turns out, that he avoided dating anyone else for the longest of times, resulting in you having to actually push him into pursuing romance and give him your slightly aggressive blessing.

"Dad, it's just a date." You roll your eyes at him.

"It feels like I'm betraying your mother, our family."

"Dad," you hold his gaze firmly. "Mom is gone. I'm in high school. And you deserve to be happy! Get out there, have some fun!" You push him forcefully out the front door and fix the collar of his shirt. "Don't be home too late, I’ll leave you some lasagna in the fridge. Now go!"

And when he found someone that made him happy, someone that made his worries go away, you were nothing but supportive. She was gorgeous and smart and had witty remarks that made you laugh, so you accepted her into your life. However, she also had a son, the same age as you—a tall and lanky boy named Denki Kaminari.

The first time you met him it was awkward, you were both 18—just about to graduate from high school, you were shy and quiet and he was just all over the place, bouncing with energy. But you found common ground, talking about games and anime, so you became friends rather quickly, progressively spending more and more time together. You’ve always been an honest person so denying that you thought he was handsome was pointless—fluffy blonde hair and amber eyes that turn gold in the sunlight, he had a very intoxicating smile, and most importantly of all—he made you laugh. But he was your dad’s girlfriend’s son, so he was—in all ways possible—off limits to you. Therefore you were content just admiring him from afar.

Sometimes, you stared a bit too much, making up scenarios in your head before bedtime, turning off all the lights before you push your panties aside, ashamed that it's him you’re thinking about.

And here you were, two years later walking your respective parents down the aisle, grinning at each other and testing out how it feels to refer to each other as brother and sister.

"Okay little sis, shall we hit the open bar, get wasted and embarrass our parents?"

"Totally, big brother," you winked at him and his face turned red at a comically fast pace.

"Okay, how about we drop the sis ‘n bro stuff? Feels weird."

"Does it now, big brother?" you bat your eyelashes at him, a seductive smile plastered on your lips. All Denki can manage is a dramatic groan in response, walking away quickly, hearing you cackle as the distance between you two grew larger.

He might be off limits, even more so now that he was your step brother, but you still enjoyed making him flustered. The perk of it was that it was extremely easy to do so—blow some air on his nape, trace a finger along his jawline and he’s ready to turn into a puddle on the floor.

And you did this within limits. Of course.

Your parents were happy that the both of you got along so well, and even happier when you both got accepted into the same college, living in the same city. Although you studied different courses, rarely seeing each other on campus, you did occasionally go to parties together, Denki making sure to get your drunk ass back home safely every time. He was kind and dependent and always had your back.

Even more so when you had discovered that your suspiciously cheap rental apartment was infested with termites, having to be fully fumigated, and you had to ask your step brother if you could crash at his place for a couple of days.

“Of course!” his voice sounded chipper over the phone. “We’re so totally having a Marvel marathon, I am not taking no for an answer, pack your shit and come over, I’ll have nachos ready in 30 minutes.”

The line went silent as he hung up and you found yourself smiling at his enthusiasm. A voice at the back of your head told you he’d be such a fine boyfriend—if he wasn’t your step brother.

Yet, you allowed yourself a few minutes of imagining what kind of dates he would take you on—arcade dates, bringing you to museums so he can narrate over the audio guide with absolute nonsense and making some lame joke about van Gogh and George Weasly and ‘hole-y’. You shake your head as if to purge the thoughts and you get on with packing your essentials for the next couple of days.

You stare at your underwear drawer and contemplate. Would it be weird if you pick the sexiest lingerie you own... just to stay at your step brother's place for a few days? Totally not.

“Self-care.” You say to yourself as you take out several lacy thongs and bralettes that match, carefully placing them in your suitcase. You just like wearing nice underwear, what’s the big deal? It’s only for you to see anyway.

Right?

Happy with the items you’ve packed, double checking if you’ve got your toothbrush and all your chargers— you take a deep breath and vacate your apartment, heading over to Denki’s.

“We should’ve just gotten an apartment together, it would’ve been so much cheaper and nicer.” Denki whined as he helped you carry your suitcase up the stairs, as his building had no elevator.

“So what I’m hearing is you want to see my pretty face every day, correct?” you smirked, noticing the barely visible butt clench he did upon hearing your words, at which you chuckled. “Honestly, you’d get sick of me in about a week so be glad we don’t live together.”

He grumbles something you can't understand under his breath and you allow him to move on from the topic.

The first night in his apartment goes well—you have dinner together and then proceed with a quiet movie night. Snuggled together under a fuzzy blanket, the light of the TV was illuminating Denki’s face, showing off his best features—playful amber eyes, devilish smile and a sharp jawline. You spent more time looking at said face and judging the softness of his blonde locks, rather than looking at whatever movie he put on for you.

The realization that you haven’t gotten laid for a few months now and that your step brother is awfully handsome makes you feel a certain way, insides knotting up and devious thoughts plaguing your mind.

Mindlessly, you place your hand on his thigh under the blanket and you feel his body immediately tense up under your touch. Kaminari tries to play it off cool, like nothing has happened, keeping his gaze fixed on the screen.

So that’s how you wanna play, hm?

Your hand travels up and down his thigh, caressing it, squeezing it every once in a while and slowly but surely going further up with each stroke. At the same time you maintain a blank façade, pretending to be fully focused on the movie.

Once your hand starts getting dangerously close to his now semi-hard cock, Denki lets out a fake cough and gets up under the pretense of getting ice cream and some new drinks. Your eyes follow his frame as he exits the room almost skittishly and the dangerous thoughts make you lick your lips in excitement.

He’d look very cute broken and torn up over experiencing sexual desire towards his little step sister.

A plan begins forming in your head.

You spend the rest of the evening making Denki’s temperature rise and his ears turn red with embarrassment—a subtle press of your tits against his arm when you cling to it, removing stray hairs from his face with a gentle hand, accidentally tracing his jawline with your finger, keeping his gaze just a tad longer than appropriate.

Meanwhile, Kaminari continues shifting uncomfortably in his seat, trying to find a pose that would allow him to hide how turned on he is, purposefully avoiding looking down your cleavage or observing how your shorts were riding up your thighs, revealing more plush skin that he wanted to sink his teeth into.

You don’t push too far though, you still had a couple of more days staying at his place, plenty of time to make your plan come to fruition. The movie comes to an end and you both decide to call it a night—you kiss his cheek and thank him again for allowing you to stay over, wishing him a good night and heading over to the guest bedroom where you were staying. His own room was right next door and you begin wondering how thin the walls really are.

Removing your clothes and kicking your panties aside, you make yourself comfortable on the bed and slide your hands down your torso, imagining how much bigger Denki’s would be, warmer than your own, eager.

Your mind conjures images of your step brother losing himself under you as you hover over his face, tongue lapping at your core like a starved man, staring up at you with those intoxicating cat-like amber eyes. Cupping your breast, a low moan escapes your lips as your other hand glides between your legs, humming with approval of how wet you are because of your step brother.

You touch yourself, rolling your nipples between your thumb and index finger, drawing circles on your clit and letting your mind relish in all the taboo things you want to do with Denki, paying less and less attention to the needy sounds bouncing off of the walls, yet hoping that they reach Denki’s ears.

And they do—in the other room Denki has his ear pressed to the wall, already fumbling with the zipper of his pants, his face so red and hot because he knows how wrong this is. You’re his little sister, not by blood, but you were family, and God, you were still incredibly gorgeous and just his type.

He had put so much effort over the years into not being a creep, not watching your ass as you walk away or blatantly staring at your tits. He had learned to be subtle, to be unnoticeable, to steal glances and satisfy himself by just imagining your lips around his cock—just that, nothing more.

But now, having you in his apartment, being surrounded by the scent of your perfume mixed with the coconut-scented shampoo you use—he was losing his mind. You’d been so much more touchy than usual this evening and your hand on his thigh made him feel dirty, so here he was now, listening in on you, knowing full well what you were doing and how incredibly wrong this was, invading your privacy and taking advantage of it, but he couldn’t help it.

Lip tucked between his teeth to keep quiet, he spits onto his palm and spreads his saliva over his cock, slowly fucking into his fist, trying to match your pace he was trying to guess from the cute whines he could hear. He imagined you spreading your pussy for him, beckoning him to take advantage of you, calling him ‘big brother’ in that seductive voice of yours that could drive him mad. Hearing you panting louder, breath uneven and needy, he allows himself to go faster, now picturing himself pushing his cock into your tight little hole, imagining his cum leaking out of you and just like that, faster than he’s ever experienced, he came in his hand shooting thick ropes of cum onto his knuckles and pillow, his heart threatening to leave his chest cavity.

The post-nut clarity hits him and Denki is plagued with shame and guilt, quickly removing his pillowcase and bedsheets and tossing them to the side, replacing the old one with new clean ones while mentally berating himself, feeling disgusted with his own actions.

He no longer hears you moaning in the other room, the sweet sound dying down and feels  relieved, shoving his face into the freshly changed pillow and trying not to scream at himself. It felt like he had committed a crime, a sin of some sort, his own guilty conscience not allowing  him to get much sleep, forcing Kaminari to toss and turn for the most part of the night, shaking his head as if trying to push away the thoughts of your breasts in his mouth out of his mind by force.

The next day, he seems to be the same, shoulders sagged with guilt, barely managing to look you in the eye during breakfast. Both of you had classes, so you drive to campus together and Denki, happy to have a distraction from his lewd thoughts about his own step sister.

You on the other hand keep your focus on your plan the entire day, not paying attention to a single lecture, forgetting to even eat lunch—completely consumed by your desire to have your step brother snap.

You had it all figured out—with your classes finishing earlier than Kaminari’s, you could head home before him and use the spare key he gave you to prepare for his return. You knew your brother was very curious, not a doubt in your mind that he would seek you out when he got in and you hoped that what he found would be enough to make Denki lose control.

And to no surprise, everything goes exactly according to your vision. You shower and put on some of that pretty lingerie you had brought with you, leaving the door to your room slightly cracked open, whilst entertaining yourself until the target audience for your little performance had returned home.

You’re lying on the bed—face down, ass up when you hear the front door open, the sound making you quiver with excitement, heart beating even faster as his footsteps approach, the fingers playing with your clit speeding up, your arousal dribbling down your thighs in fat droplets

The house was suspiciously quiet, leading Denki to believe you hadn’t gotten back yet. He’d kicked his shoes off to the side, tossing his bag onto the couch before heading towards his room with the intention to shed off his outside clothes and switch into something more comfortable. That didn’t end up being the case. Noticing that the door to your room was ajar, he takes a quick glance through the crack, freezing in his tracks as his sunshine eyes fixate on your drooling cunt, clenching around nothing, your arousal soaked fingers toying with your puffy folds. In this position you can’t see him, so Kaminari basks in the sight for a few moments to enjoy this, to memorize it and engrave the image of your cute cunt into his mind—trying hard to ignore the raging boner in his pants.

Kaminari gulps, feeling as if there’s a massive lump in his throat, right hand absentmindedly adjusting his now hard cock.

“Denks,” your needy voice shocks him out of his trance. “Please...”

His brain short circuits.

Time feels frozen, the noise of the outside world fading into nothing and the sound of his heartbeat ringing in his head deafeningly loud.

His name just left your mouth.

You said his name. You begged for him.

Once more, Kaminari hears his name, watching you arch your back even more, spreading your legs further and sinking down onto the bed while begging for him incoherently.

Denki sits there, motionless, watching his little step sister cumming hard, making a mess on the bed sheets while chanting his name.

For many years, his sanity and patience were tested—like a string tightly pulled back. In this single moment as he watched his step sister shake in the aftermath of her orgasm, that string finally snapped.

He opens the door, slowly at first and then in two short strides he’s behind you, pulling you up by the hair, pressing your back to his chest and breathing hard down your neck.

“You’re a fucking tease, you know that little sis?” Inhaling in your scent, the blonde holds you tight against him, tugging on your hair again to force you to look up at the ceiling—knowing he wouldn’t be able to have any self-restraint if he looked into your eyes.

“Moaning my name as you cum? You want your big brother that badly, hm?” His throbbing  shaft presses against your ass, still clad in jeans, but you could feel it through the fabric.

You shut your eyes in embarrassment but don’t attempt to escape his grip, the lack of response to his question makes Denki even more impatient.

“Answer.” he growls in your ear.

“Y-Yes,” your voice comes out uneven. “I w-want my stepbrother, please.”

Your eyes stay tightly shut but your body gives your reaction away—shaking with anticipation and excitement, feeling your juices begin to slide between your folds again.

“Didn’t think you were this sick in the head, but who am I to refuse my precious little sister, huh?” You can't see his face but you can hear the sinister smile,  feel how thrilled he is by the way his grip on you tightens. Suddenly, Kaminari’s pushing your head back down onto the mattress, crouching down to take a good look at your glistening wet cunt. Your little pleasure nub looks so cute and swollen he can't help himself by giving it an experimental lick, appreciating the way your body tenses. So he does it again and again—paying good attention to your needy bud, kissing and lightly sucking on it, mapping out how you react to each movement.

You drip like sweet honey onto Denki’s tongue, showering him in lustful mewls and needy grinds against his face, tiny fists balling the sheets when he slips his tongue inside your needy hole. He eats you out like a man starving, holding your hips steadily in place. Your big brother loves the way your thighs tremble and your breath is uneven and he is determined to get you to cum on his tongue, he needs it.

And it doesn’t take long for your slick to overflow from your body, the thought alone that your step brother’s chin was shining with your mess was enough to make you melt into a puddle, the taboo aspect of what you were doing pushing you over the edge too quickly.

With a silent cry, you cum hard, pressing yourself against Kaminari’s face, a trickle of drool sliding down your own chin as your eyes roll back from pleasure so intense, your senses become overloaded for a moment that all you see is white.

Before you come back down from your high and your soul returns to its body, Denki has managed to kick aside his jeans and boxers, knees digging into the edge of the mattress and his leaking cock glides between your sticky folds.

For a split second an uneasy feeling captures your heart in an icy grip.

“Don’t worry. It’s okay if it doesn’t go in, right little sis?” the blonde’s voice is thickly coated with smugness, with a sense of toxicity that should be so incredibly off-putting, yet it makes your insides twist with desire.

Two orgasms in, and your head starts to feel fuzzy, the heat emanating from his length rubbing against your slit making you feel like you have one foot off of the edge of insanity. You circle  your ass against his dick, desperate and teary-eyed, pleading and chanting his name like it’s a prayer, enjoying the friction of your step brother’s mushroom cockhead against your sensitive clit.

His hands explore the expanse of your body, following the curves and dips of your hips, squeezing the doughy skin on your hips. Denki was greedily taking in every weak sigh you let out and every shudder you respond with, basking in the knowledge that he’s the one making his little sister drip down on his girth, oozing into the sheets and making a mess of them.  You feel the heat rising inside you, knots forming in the pit of your stomach, the madness creeping further across your brain with the sound of Denki’s filthy words in your ear. The sound of his dick slipping back and forth on your wet cunt. Everything is so obscene, even the scent of him is working you up more, the knots twisting tighter.

You crave more.

You shouldn’t.

Denki—he’s your step brother there would be so many consequences, so many drawbacks of your current situation.

But consequences be damned, because the vein on the underside of his shaft feels so good against your sensitive clit, so much so that your brain throws all logic and reason out the window.

Denki is nearly as desperate as you are, and he gripes and grunts loudly—so close to release, just from the wetness of your pretty pussy engulfing him. So when you lift your hips up and angle them against the head of his girth, pushing past your entrance with ease—he nearly loses it.

The softness and warmth of your cunt wrapping around his cock makes him feel like his soul is ascending to high heavens, eyes rolling back in his skull and body shaking in ecstasy with every inch of him that you take until he’s fully sheathed in you, balls laying flat against your swollen pleasure nub.

You don’t give him time to prepare, to react even—slamming your hips back against his as quickly as your body can handle, yearning for that the feeling of the tip of his dick reaching deep inside of you and helping the pressure build even faster.

Cock drunk and cross-eyed, absolutely debauched and unashamed, your body forces out another orgasm, causing your muscles to spasm with a string of curses leaving your pretty lips as your soft walls clamp down on the blonde’s dick.

Denki sees stars, the only thought crossing his mind in that moment being that he will never have pussy this good ever again—so snug against him, pulsing violently around his length, selfishly sucking him in deeper. And with that singular thought, your step brother decides to fuck you stupid, make you feel the exact same way he does—like nothing would ever be good enough again.

Snapping out of the trance your perfect pussy has put him in, he props up a leg on the bed, pulling his length out of your heat and marveling at the way your cunt gleams luxuriously with the crude mix of his precum and your erotic juices, clenching and spasming around nothing. You whimper, but before you can clearly state your protest, Kaminari spits on your raw and abused mound, slamming his entire length into you once more, with only a single motion, setting a meteoric pace—spreading your ass cheeks apart so he can fuck into you harder.

Forgetting all his previous misgivings about fucking his little sister, Denki gives into his carnal desire and takes everything he can from you. A thumb now collecting the arousal from between your legs and using it as lubrication to toy with your pert ass, slowly pushing in the digit into you  as you become impossibly tighter around him.

“One more time—I need to feel you cum around my cock one more time, sis,” Angling his hips to hit your sweet spot with every thrust, Denki practically makes you scream out his name, the blistering heat of his cockhead kissing your cervix repeatedly, leaving your brain absolutely scrambled.

You don’t even think it’s possible for you to cum again, but the telltale signs of your impending orgasm are there. However, it feels different this time, as if there’s some sort of pressure bubbling up inside you—like a volcano ready to erupt. A string of pleas leave your wet lips, not really knowing what you’re begging for but Denki understands—maintaining the same angle and rhythm, he sneaks a hand around your torso to rub gentle circles over your puffy clit, the action pushing you over the edge.

With a loud cry, you tense up around him so hard that he has to pull out, clear liquid gushing from your aching cunt as you squirt onto the bed and taint Kaminari’s golden skin, body shaking violently with tears streaming down your face until you’re overwhelmed by the feeling. The view of your pussy gushing and squirting is so enticing, but Denki is too greedy to allow you time to calm down, grabbing your hips and propping you up, lining his tip with your sopping entrance  again and drilling into you at a ravenous pace.

You’re too sensitive, too sore, even—but he holds you firm against his chest, a hand around your throat, slightly restricting your breathing and keeping you from protesting while the blonde  chases down his own release.

“ ‘m not fucking pulling out,” he growls into the shell of your ear, a cruel smile twitching at the corners of his lips. Kaminari’s words make you clamp down greedily on him, body instinctively trying to milk him for all he’s worth.

A couple more ruthless thrusts of his cock deep into your abused little pussy and he’s thrown over the edge, balls tightening and thick cum spilling deep into your womb—there’s so much of it, too much, to the point where it’s leaking out of your hole before he’s even pulled out. Your insides are burning hot with his seed and you can’t even be bothered to remind yourself if you’re on birth control or not, too fucked out to be able to conjure up a coherent thought.

Slowly pulling away, the tall blonde stares at your pink puffy pussy, thick cum oozing out in globs and dripping down your thighs—he collects the sticky substance with two fingers and promptly pushes the digits past your soft lips.

“Nasty little step sister, if I had known you were this slutty and desperate, I wouldn’t have spent countless nights fucking my fist—I would’ve fucked this pretty pussy of yours instead.” He taps the two digits that were in your mouth against your clit and your body jolts.

He moves away from the bed, grabbing something from your desk that you can’t see, still trying to collect yourself. Before you even had the chance to ask what it was, your step brother shows you his phone, the screen showing you a replay of what had just happened minutes before—a video of Denki fucking into you with no sound.

“Y-You recorded that?” the panic sobers you up as you quickly rise from the bed and try to take the phone from him.

But Kaminari’s much faster.

“Of course.” The corners of his lips turn upwards but the smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. His body language shifts as he leans down, eyes raking over your naked, soiled body, a cool and foreboding aura seeping into the room, sneaking up on you. “Leverage, step sis.”

The words feel icy, goosebumps rising on your skin—with you barely recognizing the amber eyes looking down at you.

It was twisted, it was wrong, but one way or another—Denki Kaminari will keep you all to himself. 

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MEANT TO BE ❤️‍🔥

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: You and Joel seemed you were meant to be, but he broke your heart thinking he was doing you a favor. You're back in town and Tommy ends up inviting you to his brother's birthday party

(I don't know if this will be a series or not, but enjoy it ❤️)

Warnings: screwed up timeline (no outbreak but the story takes place nowadays, Joel's in his mid/late forties, Sarah is in her late teens/early twenties), age gap (reader is in her mid/late 20s because well, she's me), angst, hurt, breakups, broken hearts, two idiots in love, fluff

A/N: I don't know besties, this is just a very specific scenario that got stuck with me for DAYS because all I do is daydream I'm Joel's housewife and well, I had to write it down eventually because just imagining it wasn't enough I had to share. Also, this is extremely self-inserted so I'm sorry if you guys don't like it but I deserve to be happy with Joel 😭

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"So, you're breaking up with me Joel? Is that it?" You asked him, pacing the living room, trying to hold back your tears and not let the anxiety get the best of you just yet, and instead, look at the situation with a rational attitude. Joel couldn't possibly be breaking up with you, not after the time you spent together, - a short one, you had to admit, but it was enough to see you two were meant to be together. Everyone seemed to agree. His brother was nothing but nice and sweet to you, sometimes even protective of you, as if you were his sibling and not Joel, his daughter was thrilled to see her dad in a relationship after a lifetime of loneliness, even if you didn't see each other very often, only when Sarah was home from her school breaks, always making Joel the proudest dad to see her impeccable grades, a clear reflection of the scholarship she got, she was always so friendly, treating well the woman his dad loved, because she knew he deserved to be happy.

And your family? They really liked Joel too. Your parents admired him for being so hardworking and successful in his business, the way he managed to raise a daughter by himself and your grandmother simply loved Joel. She was a supporter of your relationship from the beginning, always telling you to ignore any mean comments you might get just because he was older than you or anything like that, she just loved to see how good Joel was to you, how happy he made you and what a gentleman he was whenever he visited your family, despite being nervous and blushing slightly like a young boy. And for that, your grandma always baked him cookies or cakes, just a small, sweet way to thank him for being so good to you.

So it came as a shock, when he broke up with you.

"Yes, Y/N I'm breaking up with you" he said simply and looked down, his heart clenched and he felt so upset to be letting you go, but he knew he had to, you had been offered a great job, a great opportunity, high salary and you couldn't just stay with him, living a small town housewife life, you had so much potential, you were so pretty and full of life, Joel didn't want to trap you there, you deserved better than that, you deserved to be successful and free, and not with an old guy like him, Joel didn't have the same education you did and he felt bad about it, he would never want to embarrass you because of it.

"You and I are never gonna work, we had our fun, it was nice, but you want to live your life and I've already loved through all that. I've been married and I'm not marrying you, Y/N. You want kids and I don't want any more kids, we're incompatible, can't you see that?" He said "just take your job and go live your life, think of us as an adventure and nothing else…"

You swallowed and took one step forward, grabbing his shirt and making him look at you "w-was I just an adventure to you?" You needed to know the truth, it didn't feel like just an adventure to you at least, it felt like true love, intense and real. You thought Joel was the real deal, you thought that maybe you found each other and you would stay together, of course the opportunity you received was good, but you were ready to give it all up. You'd never thought of your life together as something bad, you liked the simple, you liked the calm quiet evenings with Joel, you liked waiting for him with dinner ready after a long day of work, and all that because you loved Joel and up until then you assumed he loved you too. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, his hand running through his hair as he sighed

"Yes, you were an adventure, you were a hot young girl giving me your attention and your body, I enjoyed it a lot at first, but now it's just getting old" he sighed, hating himself for breaking your heart, but he also knew that was the only way you would leave him behind and start living your life. He was lying, he would marry you, he had actually already bought a ring, a very simple one though, he wished he could buy you something better, but he had gone with the cheapest option and now he felt ashamed of it.

"Just… don't make this too hard on the two of us, leave and take the job, you will be happier that way" Joel turned his back at you and waited until he heard you slamming the door. He sighed and tried blinking back his tears, he hated to seem weak and vulnerable around whoever it was.

•••

Eight months had passed ever since you broke up with Joel, or rather Joel broke up with you. Eight months you'd left Austin behind and moved to a bigger city, got into a better-paid job and made more money. Eight months you were earning well but you were feeling miserable, because you were away from your family, your friends and the man you loved, even if he didn't love you back, even if you were nothing but an adventure to him, you still missed him everyday.

It wasn't just the sex - although that party took a heavy toll on you, as it was so intense, good and hot. You had never been fucked properly until Joel Miller fucked you, that was for sure. But you missed the everyday with him. The domesticity with him, the evenings spent together, the lazy weekends you would stay in his bed, just cuddling, sleeping, fucking and doing it all over again. You missed how his big, rough hands would hold you at night, how you would snuggle closer looking for his warmth, or how you'd play with his hair as Joel rested his head on your lap whenever he watched some cheesy action movie.

Yes, the money was good, you couldn't deny it was good being able to pay for your expenses and also save money and also spoil yourself to clothes, shoes, restaurants and anything else really, that part was great, but you would be lying if you said you wouldn't trade that for a happy life with Joel in a heartbeat; you hated to be still in love with him, he didn't deserve your love, you knew that. He had treated you just like an adventure, like an ordinary affair he could enjoy as he pleased and then discard you once he got tired of it. Still, it puzzled you how genuine he seemed, how caring and lovely he was towards you, how he actually made you believe he loved you. You felt cheated, tricked, and embarrassed to think you were so easy to fool like Joel had done to you.

One of the perks of your job, was able to take a few short trips to your hometown every couple of months, it was good to revisit your family, especially after your grandmother fell ill and you felt the need to see her as much as you could, but with those trips back to town always brought your fear of encountering Joel.

You didn't know how you'd react to seeing him again, maybe you would feel emotional? Or sad? Would your heart still beat fast? Probably a mix of those all.

You shook your head wanting to push those thoughts aside and got ready to enter the clothes store downtown when you heard someone calling your name. You knew that voice, but thought maybe you were just confused, but still, you turned around and saw as a smiley Tommy Miller walked towards you

"Y/N hey… you look great! Nice seeing you?" He was definitely the friendly brother.

"Hey Tommy, I missed you. How've you been?"

"Good.." he placed his hand on his hips - very similar to his brother - and the two of you made some small talk, catching up on things as you hadn't seen each other in nearly a year. "So listen… it's Joel's birthday today, I don't know if you remember" you nodded with a sad smile "and well, I'm throwing him a party tonight, maybe you should show up, I know he was a dick to you, but I'm sure he didn't mean it, he misses you a lot" you bit your lips and shrugged softly, and Tommy didn't need to say anything else. He just hugged you goodbye and told you again how nice it was to see you.

•••

"You did what?" Joel asked with annoyance and shock as his brother stood in his kitchen, a bottle of beer in hand as he placed the plastic bag with a few things for Joel's party that night. Tommy blew the air out of his mouth and scratched the back of his neck "what? You like her, I mean, no, you love her, Joel, so I thought you'd appreciate it if she showed up, it would be like a nice present to you after all" he shrugged simply as it made perfect sense in his mind. Joel, on the other hand, couldn't believe how stupid his brother was. How could he simply invite you as if nothing had gone on between the two of you.

"First you simply plan a party without even asking me, inviting a bunch of people I don't even know-"

"Because you have no friends…" Tommy interrupted and it made Joel's blood boil, he gritted his teeth and took a deep breath

"What I am saying is that I didn't want a party and now I will have to face a party I didn't want and possibly with the presence of a girl whose heart I broke and-"

"You broke her heart because you are a moron" Tommy shrugged again and folded his arms "you are a real big fat moron who can't see shit even if it's hanging in front of you! You love her and she loves you, and don't give me that pathetic talk about you not wanting to trap her because I know you bought her a fucking ring, Joel! A ring! And if you had proposed she'd be here, either planning the things for your wedding or you'd be already married, and don't start with the shitty baby talk either because you practically drool when you see her holding a kid, I'm sure if she asked you'd be on your second Miller kid right now!" Tommy told his brother, running out of patience at how stubborn his older brother was "so yeah, I invited Y/N and I doubt she'll come because you are a dick and you don't deserve her attention, in fact you don't even deserve this party, I was just trying to do something nice for you, so I'm sorry I'm such a terrible brother" Tommy groaned and went upstairs.

Joel didn't want to admit it, but he did spend the whole day checking his phone every five minutes to see if he'd get any messages from you. Joel was a man to receive and give phone calls, he didn't like texting, but most people insisted on doing that so he had to surrender, even his daughter would rather text than call, which Joel hated but he had to do it eventually. On your birthday, Joel spent the whole day battling if he should text you or not, on one hand he didn't want to simply pretend he had forgotten about your special day; on the other hand he didn't want to make things weird between the two of you, well, more like, more weird. What was he supposed to say?

"Hey babe, happy birthday 🎈 I know I said you were just an adventure but I miss you"

No, that'd be too awkward, so eventually he went to bed that day and ended up not texting you.

Another thing Joel didn't also want to admit was how he had showered, applied some cologne and put on the flannel shirt you always told him looked good in him before the party started. Fortunately, his argument with Tommy didn't change any of his plans and in the evening people started to arrive. Joel smiled politely, made some small talk, thanked people for the gifts but he kept glancing at the door frequently, always in hopes to see you walking in. He felt so stupid for even expecting that, so he tried focusing on his party. He saw the girls his brother had invited but didn't care about any of them; they all chatted and giggled and Joel watched it from afar as if he were an outsider at his own birthday party. Joel grabbed a beer and walked outside, sitting by the front steps and watched as the hours passed by and people eventually began leaving the party. He just enjoyed his own presence, knowing you wouldn't come, clearly you'd never come again and he had to face that, at the same time he silently thought of what his life had been like and what was left for him to do in the future, when a voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Joel?" You called him, hesitantly at first, as you swallowed and looked around, it was kind of crazy to show up at your ex's birthday party after he dumped you in a cruel way like he did, but you also felt like you had to do it, ever since Tommy had invited you, something in your heart begged and screamed for you to go see Joel even if it was the last time.

When he saw you, his eyes widened, he didn't trust them at first thinking it was just a trick of his longing imagination, but as you walked towards him, he could see you were real. And you looked gorgeous, making that fool old man's heart beat fast.

"Darlin'..." He said but you placed your index finger gently against his lips, the way his beard tickled you brought a warmth within and you felt like you could melt at that moment.

"I'm here just to wish you a happy birthday" you said with a sad smile and handed him a bag. Joel frowned softly, clueless to what it was but a soft smile appeared on his face as he saw it was his watch. He had forgotten about it as it had been so long since the last time he saw it.

"Remember your watch stopped working after we jumped in the pool on the last fourth of July we spent together? I had it fixed but then we bro-" you interrupted yourself "anyway, I know it's been a while but it's yours"

"Thank you darlin' I don't even know what to say… it's already a gift you're here tonight" Joel could swear he was blushing and that embarrassed him, he was a grown man and shouldn't be acting like that, but still, there he was.

"Did you get the cake?" You questioned him curiously and only then Joel noticed you had a second bag in hands

"I forgot" he rubbed the back of his neck and you laughed softly, that was just so Joel it felt kind of stupid.

"So this is yours too…" you offered him the second to which he grabbed it even more puzzled. Two presents? Joel Miller was a simple man, and quite shy, he didn't know how to act properly when he was given gifts, let alone two in a row and especially when it came from you.

It was his turn to laugh when he found a box with cupcakes inside. He raised his eyes from them and smiled at you, taking you by the hand with no warning and sitting you next to him, on the front step.

He helped himself to one and insisted for you to take another, and even if you should have just wished him a happy birthday and driven back home, you obliged and took a small bite of yours, and that cupcake was indeed really good.

After the cupcakes were long gone, you and Joel still caught up on everything: he told you about his job and you told him about yours; you asked him about Sarah and he asked you about your grandmother's health, just random, ordinary things like it should be between two people who once knew everything about each other and now spent long enough apart to step on eggshells around each other. Though the party had pretty much ended, Tommy's playlist was still at full steam inside the house and when Joel recognized that guitar strumming he smiled, the lyrics coming back to him as it took him back to one of his favorite moments with you.

"Listen, it's our song"

"What?" You frowned softly "our song? What do you mean?" You questioned curiously not exactly knowing where he wanted to get.

"Californication, it's our song" he blushed softly and felt upset to see that maybe you didn't remember the summer night you spent listening to music sitting in the back of his truck, and how you two sang it together. Maybe that wasn't as special to you as it was to him, but at that night he'd felt so young, so full of life and hope. You finally nodded and closed your eyes, listening to it and thinking of the same sweet memory you and Joel shared.

"I just didn't know it was our song, Joel" you said amused and he shrugged, getting to his favorite part of the song and taking your hand in his, your eyes locked as his lips moved

"Marry me girl, be my fairy to the world, be my very own constellation"

He sang along, even if it wasn't a romantic song, that part was for you, it had always been for you. When he saw you sing that specific part of the song for the first time he knew he wanted to marry you, he wanted you to be his fairy to his world and be his very own constellation. It was cheesy, but he didn't care, he was just in love at the time, and he continued so.

You blushed and looked down, knowing it was time to go, but before you could get up, he squeezed your hand gently

"Do you want to get inside?" His eyes were full of hope, maybe and just maybe you could say yes and you could maybe pick up from where you left off but you shook your head "I'm sorry, I have to go Joel" you got up and ignored his sad eyes, even if they were your weakness, you two were finished and there was nothing you could do about it.

"Joel?" You called one last time and he got up, walking to you, still hopeful you'd give him any crumble of affection.

"Yeah?" His voice was a soft purr, the anticipation burning bright inside of him

"Happy birthday" you said and went to your car, leaving him standing there, his mind full of might-have-beens and his heart breaking as it did every time you walked away from him.

_____

A/N: don't yell at me besties, i've had this idea of joel being sure he would want to marry reader (me/us) while listening to this part of the song and Californication is a very delicate subject as I sang this song in a karaoke session at the mall yesterday in front of hundreds of people and I was so nervous at first but then I relaxed and had such a great time and it was amazing 😭 I know it's not a romantic song but I want those lyrics to be about joel and his beautiful wife 😭 I hope you've liked it besties ❤️

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As I Am Yours. (a.t)

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!Fem!Reader (minor oc descriptions)

Summary: part two to bound! there would never be a moment where aemond wasn't found by your side in support.

Warnings: 18+ CONTENT (fingering, oral m! receiving, sex), minor mention of death, murder, angst, fluff between aemond and reader, banishment, incestual relationship uncle/niece, little family drama (UNEDITED)

a/n: i love you guys too much to not give you a part two, but i am sorry it took so long! there was just so much i wanted to add for this:)

word count: 6.1k

all translations of high valyrian come from google! english translations are in parentheses!!

masterlist - bound. (part one)

“Let it be known that Heirs Prince Aemond and Princess Y/N of House of Targaryen are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder.” the High Septon announced to the crowd as by Alicent’s request married you two under the Seven. “In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity. Look upon one another and say the words.”

“I am hers,” Aemond said as he kept his focus on you. Though it was not very hard for him, considering you were the only thing on his mind.

Never imagining the day would come that you would be able to marry your beloved so soon, and even with the obvious split between your families, they were able to join for the day in spite of their differences. Rhaenys, Helaena, and Alicent had helped you prepare for the day and warmed your heart for your favorite loved ones to help you on quite the occasion.

You wore a light gold lace dress with a long, caped train with small emeralds adorned all around the dress. You wore your hair down with curls with two crowning braids to flow to your back with an emerald tiara sitting on the top of your head. You were a magnificent sight to see with true beauty glowing from within you. 

“I am his,” you said as you looked down at your conjoined hands.

“And she is mine,” Aemond said bringing your attention back to him.

“And he is mine.”

“From this day, until the end of my days.”

“With this kiss, I pledge our love,” Aemond finished as he pulled you in a long-awaited kiss. You smiled into the kiss wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands moved to your hips. You moved forward slightly to lean more into him and he let out a groan against your mouth. He stilled in the kiss, keeping your hips in place from moving further. 

You hear cheers and whistles throughout the crowd as you continued to kiss Aemond. As you two separated from the kiss you saw to your right your family with a frown on their face at the witness of the union between Aemond and you. Though as you looked to your left seeing Aegon whistle howls as Helanea cheers for you. Alicent had silent tears running down her face as she was so proud of the people you and Aemond have grown into in the past year. Even Viserys watched from his chair with a smile on his face seeing his granddaughter and son marry one another. 

She would never forget the day you stuck by his side in that hall against your entire family. She was so glad that Aemond found someone who would stick by his side no matter the cost.  Aemond deserved that and so much more in your mind. You give your night stars to see them shine upon Aemond. As he would give his sun, just to make sure it would brighten your path. It was obvious to everyone that you two truly loved each other.

The only person that would make your special day even better would be your father, Laenor. Even after all these years, you would never forgive your mother for the hand she played in his death, making sure she knew your growing resentment towards her. It had gotten to the point where you thought not to have them at the ceremony, but against your better judgment, you allowed it for your siblings. 

Everyone seemed to be having a good time at dinner as laughter filled the room. You and Aemond sat at the center of the table with your grandfather, Viserys, and Alicent sitting beside you to your left.  Helena was seated next to Aemond, Aegon sitting beside her, and to the King’s left sat Princess Rhaenys and Lord Corly who sat at the head of the table with no one sitting from across him. Chatter was filled around the table with constant laughs of jokes.

“I would like to make a toast to my wonderful, darling granddaughter Y/N and my son Aemond,” Viserys started as he took a stand from the table leaning onto his cane for support. “I am immensely proud of the people you have grown into today. I have no doubt that when my time is to pass you both will make great rulers of the realm. You have my complete faith and luck for this union between the both of you. I, as both your grandsire and father, love you both.”

It pained your heart to see your grandfather in the significant pain he was in, but still pushed himself to tribute to you and Aemond made you feel so grateful for him.

“Thank you, Grandfather. I will make you proud” you said as you stood to give him a hug as he sunk back down into his seat. 

“I know you will,” he whispered to you quietly. “You will become our savior, Y/N. You are who is promised. Do not forget that.”

“Thank you, Father,” Aemond snapped you out of the deep thought your grandfather’s words put you in.

“I would like to thank everyone for attending here today,” you stood from your seat and announced to the room. “Both my husband, Aemond and I truly appreciate all of you being here. The seven realms included all of us together, and it is my goal we are to better our upcoming future. Here is to peace and unity!” 

“HEAR HEAR!” 

“ALL HAIL TO THE PRINCE AND PRINCESS!” Aegon yelled from his seat with the people repeating his words. You laughed at his actions knowing it was more from the relief off his shoulders than congratulating you and your husband. You looked to Aegon and gave him a slight nod in appreciation.

“May I have this dance, My love?” Aemond asked from beside you offering his hand as he stood.

“Well, of course,” you answered with a wide smile on your face, placing your hand in his and allowing him to lead you to the center of the room. 

Once you got to the center, the music started to change as they got ready to play the song of the first dance. Your hands split as the both of you bowed down to each other. People seeing you and Aemond dance to the song was quite shocking to most as they would have never expected their prince to do so. Though neither of you paid mind to be the center of attention in the room, it was your day no one could ruin that for you.

“Avy jorrāelan,” Aemond whispered to you as he leaned his forehead against yours. (I love you.)

“Se, avy jorrāelan,” you replied. (And, I love you.)

Aemond refused to have a bedding ceremony and you wholeheartedly agreed feeling there was no reason to have the men of the council watch. The King and Queen respected your wishes and came to the agreement that in the morning your handmaiden, Rena would check the sheets.

Believe it or not, you and Aemond have never gone further than getting off from the other’s mouth or hands. This would your first and his. You were senselessly nervous, but not a bit of you was scared. You trusted Aemond. Nothing would change that.

“We have waited too long for this night,” you heard Aemond say as you took off your jewelry and pins from your hair.

“You are just too eager,” you giggled while he came up behind you removing your hands from your hair.

He removed the pins from the tiara and unraveled your braids letting your hair fall relieving your scalp. His hands continued to massage your scalp making you let out spews of small moans. Then you felt warm kisses alongside your jaw moving down to your neck. You tilted your head to the side giving him better access as he left small bruises along your neck gently lapping them with his tongue after he created one.   

He broke away from your neck letting you turn to face him. His lips pressed against yours and his hands moved to slip you out of your night dress which pooled around your ankles. You pulled away from the kiss to step over the dress and moved on to removing Aemond’s tunic. Your hands slipped under it allowing you to feel his toned torso. Once you removed the tunic, he pulled you back into a searing kiss. Grabbing your bear hips pulling you onto him. You felt the bludge from his pants and sneaked your hand to palm over it. 

He moaned at your touch, tightening his grip on your hips. As you stood bare in front of him, he took off his pants allowing his hard length to spring up against his stomach. Of course, you have seen it before but never stopped you from worrying about how it would fit inside you. 

“Wait,” you muttered as he approach closer.

“Is something wrong?” Aemond asked worriedly looking into your eyes in search of any regret or hesitation.

“I would like it if you were to take it off,” you told him referencing to his eye patch.

“Take what off?”

“The patch.”

“My love,” he replied with great hesitation. 

You have seen his sapphire eye multiple times before he always took it off before going to bed but it would always be when you were already asleep. Sometimes you would be able to see him if you woke up early enough before him. You loved the way he looked, but you knew deep insecurities lay with him because of his scar and eye.

“I want to see all of you.”

“You have all of me,” he said pulling you against him. Which caused you to feel him pressed against you, he let out a moan at the contact. 

“You know how much I love you.”

“And my love for you.”

“Please?”

“Go ahead,” he muttered looking down at you. 

You raised your hands to the back of his head in order to remove the eye patch. Once you got it off, Aemond looked away from you not wanting to meet your eyes. You pulled his chin back to you and placed your hand on his scarred cheek letting your thumb gently glide over the scar. 

“You are the most handsome man I have ever had the chance to meet,” you whispered in admiration for him. 

“I do not need your lies,” he muttered in sudden coldness. You knew this was a sensitive thing for him to be able to be this vulnerable with you. 

You cradled his face in your hands pulling him down closer to you, so you could press a kiss next to the sapphire that replaced his eye. 

“I have never lied to you.”

“I’m sorry, My Love," Aemond regretted his harsh tone.

“It’s okay, there is nothing to be sorry about,” you replied pressing another light kiss near his eye. You led him to your shared bed, and you laid down on the bed as he went to straddle over you. 

“Gevie,” Aemond said letting his hands roam on your naked body sliding over your sides. (Beautiful) 

He leaned down to capture your breast in his mouth while massaging the other with his hand. You moaned at the feeling of him lapping his tongue over your hardened nib. He took it between his teeth and pulled on it slightly causing you to spew out curses and tangle your hands in his hair. He moved from one to another until you were a moaning mess. 

“Aemond,” you breathed heavily as he without any warning slipped a finger inside you.

He slowly pumped his finger in and out of you before adding another to further stretch you for him. He took your moans by kissing you. His tongue explored your mouth as you both fought for dominance even though you knew he would win in the end. You felt your stomach tighten and your walls clench around his fingers. 

“Let go, love,” he purred by your ear kissing over the small bruises he had left on you earlier. 

He quickened his pace the lewd sounds of his fingers sliding in and out of you filled the chambers with your moans. You felt like a band snapped in your stomach as you released all over his fingers. Your body shook with pleasure as he worked you through your orgasm.

“My turn,” you smirked slowly sitting up from your position and pushing Aemond down onto the bed. 

You took ahold of his length and pumped him with your hand. He let out low groans at the motion. You slid yourself down between his legs. You licked a long stripe along his shaft and slipped his tip into your mouth before pulling away. Teasing him with featherlight kisses on his thighs and along his shaft wanting to see him lose composure.

“Y/N,” he warned. “Now is not the time to tease.”

“Who said I was teasing?” you joked before slipping him into your mouth. Pushing yourself down his length slowly until you stopped where he hit the back of your throat. 

Aemond gathered your hair out of your face and held it to the back of your head. With his other hand, he pushed you down further until you felt your nose pressed against his pelvis. Tears filled your eyes, but they encouraged you to please him even more. You let yourself still and try to take breaths through your nose as you let Aemond take control. His hips thrust against your face, and he fucked your throat raw.

Tears flowed from your eyes freely now, but you let him find his release by using you. That was until he stopped and guided your head all the way down his length. You felt the warm substance fill your throat as he moaned. 

“Get up.”

Aemond found himself losing patience, which caused him to pull you up himself and flipped you around causing you to yelp at the sudden action. He slides his length through your slick and pushed the tip into you before pulling back out. He looked back down at you to lean down to kiss you once again. 

“Aemond, please,” you begged.

“Patience, ābrazȳrys,” he smirked. (wife)

He pushed inside you slowly allowing him to sink into your warmth. He stilled for a moment inside you allowing you to adjust to his size. The feeling of fullness engulfed you making your mind a blur. Aemond groaned as you clenched your walls around him. 

“Relax,” Aemond whispered.

He began rocking back and forth barely pulling out of you before pushing back in deeper. He bottomed out to quickly push himself back fully into you. He repeatedly brushed against that spot in you causing you to tightly wrap your legs around his waist in order to pull him closer to your body. He grunted as he felt you squeeze your walls around him tightly. The moans that left your lips encouraged him to quicken his pace as he had a bruising grip on your hips.

“Ao issi ñuhon,” Aemond groaned against your lips. “Say it.” (You are mine.)

“Nyke aōhon,” you replied with heavy breaths as you felt your release approaching you. (I am yours)

“As I am yours.”

“Aemond,” you moaned.

“Now, love,” he commanded.

Sweat glistened on both your bodies as you released around him, Aemond searched for his own release still snapping his hips against yours. Your body felt like it was on fire from the overstimulation. You felt yourself reaching your third orgasm as your walls closed in on him again. Aemond stopped his thrusts and hilted deep inside as he filled you with his cum. 

“There. Maybe in a few moons, we will see you all nice and round with my babes,” Aemond said as he pushed more into you as if he were trying to push his cum more into your womb.

“Good-sister! You are glowing like the sun,” Helaena smiled at you as Aemond and you approached the table for breakfast.

“Thank you, Helaena, that is very kind of you,” you thanked taking one of her hands in yours and giving it a slight squeeze in appreciation as you took the seat beside her. 

“How was the wedding night?” Aegon teased from beside Helaena with a knowing smirk.

“Brother, I will make you not able to enjoy such pleasures if you keep talking,” Aemond warned as you giggled at their banter. 

“Children,” The Queen scolded from her seat. Your grandfather was the only one missing from the meal as everyone took their attendance. Even Rhaenrya and her family were there eating silently. 

“Sorry, mother,” the two apologized as if they were two kids caught stealing from the kitchens.

“My sweet child, you and Aemond must visit Driftmark soon. The tides have been calling for you,” Lord Corlys told you.

“Of course, grandfather. Aemond and I were actually discussing a few nights ago,” you smiled at him.

“How wonderful! We will get your old chambers ready as soon as we arrive back,” Princess Rhaenys said joyfully.

“Baela, Rhaena, how are my brothers treating you?” you asked turning your attention to the two young ladies who still held a grudge against you but now for the favoritism from your shared grandparents.

“I do not see how it is any of your concern,” Baela snipped. 

“Baela,” Daemon warned.

“What she meant was they are great,” Rhaena responded for the both of them.

“I am glad to hear,” you tried to say gently.

There was a knock on the door and Alicent told them to enter. A messenger approached the table going towards you which made Aemond quickly stand in front of you in defense. You saw a letter in the messenger’s hand, so you motioned for your husband to stand aside allowing the messenger to hand the letter to you. 

“A raven came in this morning, it is addressed to you, My Princess.”

“Why, thank you,” the messenger left the room in a rush after.

You opened the letter that was a notice that someone of the name Addam of Hull was going to arrive at King’s Landing within the next moon. You wondered who the person was for them to address the letter to you. As you tried to recall the name, you noticed everyone still staring at you waiting for you to tell them about the letter.

“Does anyone know an Addam of Hull?” you questioned as you searched everyone’s faces for some sign of confirmation, but you noticed Rhaenrya and Daemon give each other a brief look of worry though you chose against mentioning it yet.

“Is that who wrote?” Rhaenyra questioned with underlying fright looking down at the letter in your hands. 

“Yes.”

“I have never heard of an Addam of Hull,” Alicent told you. 

“I am not completely certain, but I do believe he is the one who bonded with Seasmoke a few moons after Laenor’s death,” Corlys wondered aloud. 

“My father’s dragon?” your eyes widen at the revelation. 

“HE IS NOT YOUR FATHER!” Daemon shouted springing up from his seat and slamming his fists down on the table. 

“He was more of a father than you ever were. He is my true father, the one who loved and protected me!” you snapped back at Daemon who stared at you with a look of hurt glazing over his eyes. 

“Sweetheart, calm down,” Rhaenys soothed. 

“I recommend you sit down, Uncle. Unless you want to be excused from the table,” Aemond told Daemon menacingly. 

“Daemon,” Rhaenyra pleaded to her husband. 

“It will do you good if you remember whose blood you are,” Daemon spat as he sat down. 

“That is rich of you to say as my brothers and even myself are considered bastards,” you laughed at the hypocrisy. 

“Y/N!” Rhaenyra scolded. 

“What? I’m telling the truth,” you scoffed getting up abruptly and walking out of the room with Aemond following behind you. 

“My love,” Aemond said from behind you catching up easily with his long strides. 

“Aemond, they know something,” you said in exasperation turning to your husband.

“And we will get to the end of it, but we must keep our minds clear.”

“I think I know who Addam of Hull is.”

“Who?” Aemond questioned.

“You will think I have lost my mind,” you whispered with hope filling your heart.

“I would never judge you.”

“Aemond, what if-”

“Y/N, I know what you are going to say, and I do not want you filling yourself with hope on assumptions.”

“Aemond.”

“My love, I know you miss him,” Aemond pushed a piece of fallen hair from your braid behind your ear before lifting your chin with his finger to meet his eyes.

“More than anything.”

“I do not want you to hurt your heart if it was not true.” 

“I know it is absurd but what if?”

“That is exactly what it is. A what if. I am not saying it’s not possible, but it is unlikely. We held the funeral for him. You wept for weeks over the loss. I do not know if you could go through the grief again,” Aemond said taking you into his arms as you placed your head into his chest with tears flowing from your eyes. 

“I do not know either,” you murmured. 

“Grandfather, it is me,” you sat next to Viserys beside his bed holding his hand and waiting for him to gain some sort of conscience. 

“My Y/n. Hello, sweet child,” he said softly between breaths. You smiled as you noticed he remembered your name.

“Grandfather, I am here to tell you a story. Like you used to read to me,” you told him.

“What story is it today?” he questioned.

“The Song of Ice and Fire.”

“How wonderful,” he replied with aloofness. 

“Aegon saw absolute darkness riding on those winds, and whatever dwells within will destroy the world of the living,” you started retelling what he told you all those years ago. “When this great winter comes all of Westeros must stand against it. And if the world of men is to survive, then a-”

“Targaryen must be seated on the Iron Throne,” Viserys said with a smile on his face. 

“A king or queen, strong enough to unite the realm against the cold and the dark. Aegon called his dream ‘A Song of Ice and Fire.’” you continued. “This secret, it’s been passed from king to heir since Aegon’s time. One we must promise to keep and carry with protection.”

"From my blood come the prince that was promised, and his will be the song of ice and fire,” Viserys finished quietly. 

“What was that, Grandfather?” you questioned.

“You. Are. The. ‘Prince’. That. Was. Promised,” Viserys answered with difficulty.

You thought back to your wedding night when Viserys told you, 'You are who is promised." At the time you

“Grandfather, I am afraid I do not understand.”

“You, my child, are the one to untie the Seven Kingdoms. You will bring peace to our people. Justice will serve under your reign,” Viserys said with full clarity giving your hand a light squeeze. 

“Grandfather, I am scared.”

“I was too, but you will do great wonders.”

“I love you, Grandfather.”

“And I-i l-love you, my s-sweet Y/n. Y-you have done-e me proud,” Viserys coughed.

“I owe everything to your guidance,” you admitted to him.

“You are my legacy, Y/n. My gift to this kingdom was you,” he told you. “But now it is my time to reunite with My Aemma.” 

“You have been an amazing grandfather and king,” you cried silently from his side as he took his last breath. “MAESTERS!”

“Y/n! What happened?” Aemond rushed into the room looking at you weeping at his father’s side knowing it only meant one thing.

“He is gone,” you croaked.

“I am glad, he left this world with you by his side,” Alicent said as she entered the room kneeling beside you. 

“I am not ready,” you admitted.

“No one ever is,” Alicent comforted guiding you to stand letting Aemond take you in his arms allowing the maesters to get to work.

“It is your great good fortune and privilege to be here to witness this, a new day for our city. A new day for our realm,” the day has come for your and Aemond’s coronation. “A new reign to lead us.”

 Anxiousness filled your body. You were standing next to Aemond in your coronation gown that resembled a bit of your wedding dress, but now it was pure white and lacing gold. The white represented the new light within the kingdom.

“May the Warrior give them courage. May the Smiths lend strength to their sword and shield. May the Father defend them in their need,” the High Septon recited. “ May the Crone lift her shining lamp and light their way to wisdom.”

“The crown of the Peace passed down through generations for the King,” Alicent announced holding Viserys crown for Aemond. 

“And a new, forged for the new Queen. Made from pure Valyrian steel and the finest jewels representing each house,” your grandmother Rhaenys told the crowd. Which was filled with thousands of people. 

Standing at Alicent’s side were Aegon, Helaena, and Otto. To Rhaenys’ side were Corlys, Baela, Rhaena, Jacaerys, Lucerys, Rhaenyra, and Daemon. It was an obvious split between the two families. Conjoined together by you and Aemond who stood in the middle of them. 

“Let the Seven bear witness, Y/N AND AEMOND TARGARYEN AS THE TRUE HEIRS TO THE IRON THRONE,” the Septon shouted as both Alicent and Rhaenys placed the crowns on you both. “TO YOUR KING AND QUEEN!”

All of a sudden Aemond turns to face you after the crowns are placed and kneels before you.

“All hail Her Grace, Y/N, First of Her Name, Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm,” Aemond bowed to you. 

You turned to look at your grandparents who were also bowing before you, and so were your siblings, Aegon, Helaena, Alicent, and even Otto. You notice from the corner of your eye that Rhaenyra had her head lowered beside Daemon as he was the one only who refuse to bow to you.

“Y/N the Queen!” Aemond finished off as he lifted his head to meet your eyes. 

You lifted the ancestral dagger given to you by Lord Corlys from the House of Velaryon. The feeling was surreal. You looked to the audience in front of you who cheered in your honor. You only wished that your father and grandfather were there to see you.

“Y/N the Queen! Long live Y/N!” the crowd chanted.

“NO!” 

“What was that?” Aemond sneered at the speaker.

“SHE IS NOT SUPPOSE TO BE QUEEN,” Daemon spat.

“YOU HAVE NO PLACE TO SPEAK TO YOUR QUEEN LIKE THIS,” Aemond barked back at Daemon. 

You turned your attention to your husband who pointed BlackFyre at Daemon’s neck. Rhaenyra looked as if she were to burst into tears at any time. Baela and Rhaena looked at you with pleading eyes to do something to stop Aemond. 

“GUARD! Please take Daemon and Rhaenyra Targaryen to the dungeons in await of a trial on the charges of the murder of Laenor Velaryon,” you commanded walking up to Aemond’s side. You place a hand on his forearm to guide his arm away from Daemon. 

“You have no proof,” Daemon laughed as guards surrounded him and Rhaenrya.

“I have enough,” you said in anger.

“YOU KNOW YOU DID YOU, COWARD!” Lord Corlys shouted from his place. Princess Rhaenys stood next to him with unshed tears filling her eyes. 

“Grandfather, please calm yourself. In the luxury of being royal, you are allowed a trial before further punishment. You will wait until further notice,” you pointed to Daemon and Rhaenyra who was being dragged by the guards. 

“WHAT THEY DID WAS TREASON!” Corlys petitioned the court in the throne room.

Aemond was very adamant that you were to sit on the Iron Throne. Not even willing to allow himself near the chair itself. He stood near the front of the clearing of swords with his hand on the hilt of BlackFyre. 

“Lord Corlys, I agree with you wholeheartedly though I do want to hear their reasoning for the murder of my father,” you told him.

“YOU KNOW THEIR REASONING!” he shouted back in rising anger though it was not towards you but at the situation.

“Lord Corlys, that is the Queen you are speaking to,” Aemond warned him.

“Husband, it is alright. I understand his frustration,” you said trying to calm everyone down.

“For the murder of my son, I want their head,” Corlys sneered at Daemon and Rhaenyra.

“Grandfather, this is a trial and they will have a chance in defending their absurd actions,” you snipped in. “Prince Daemon and Princess Rhaenyra, please come forward.”

“Y/n,” Rhaenyra tried to call for you. “We never meant any harm.”

“No harm?” you scoffed. “You are responsible for the murder of my father, Ser Laenor Velaryon.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Daemon started. 

“We did not murder him,” Rhaenyra quickly pushed out of her mouth the guilt getting to her. 

“What?” your expression was filled with shock. “No.”

“We threatened him,” Daemon shrugged. 

“In what way,” you spat. “My father would have never left me.”

“With your life,” Daemon sneered.

The council gasped at the revelation. Questions floated around the room with the number one being “Was Laenor Velaryon alive?” no one knows. Daemon did not realize he just outed the truth of their actions, and that it was treason to threaten the life of the Queen. Rhaenyra looked at her husband with betrayal in her eyes. For she did not know that was what Daemon threatened Laenor with for him to “go away”. 

“ENOUGH!” Aemond yelled. “I have had enough of this nonsense. YOU THREATENED THE LIFE OF THE QUEEN! FOR THAT I WILL HAVE YOUR HEAD.”

“Aemond,” you said taking his attention away from Daemon. “I have their punishment.”

“And w-what will that be, Your Grace?” Rhaenyra managed to get out. 

“You will live in banishment with your families away from Westeros and stripped from your titles on the condition you must tell me, what you actually did to my father. And where his whereabouts are,” you announced to them. “If you choose not to cooperate with my given terms, I will let my husband be your executioner.”

“HE GOES BY A DIFFERENT NAME!” Rhaenyra blurted.

“Who cares where that cocksucker is,” Daemon scoffed. “I AM YOUR FATHER NOT HIM!”

“You are not a father of mine,” you snapped quickly quieting him.

“DAEMON, QUIET! THIS IS YOUR FAULT! STOP MAKING IT WORSE!” Rhaenyra snapped at him. 

“And what is the name?” you questioned with your heart beating out of your chest in anticipation.

“Addam of Hull.”

The air left your lungs at the name. You looked at Aemond who had a wide smirk across his face and looked at you with a slight nod. Corlys and Rhaenys held each other in comfort at the news that their son was alive.  You did not want to believe it. Your father is alive even after all these years. 

“Take them and their families out of the keep with no belongings and make sure their dragons are in the pit while they leave,” you commanded the guards.

“Y/N, you must find it in yourself to have mercy,” Rhaenyra pleaded.

“Your family has done far too much to mine,” you spat. “This is me, giving you mercy.”

Everyone had left the Throne Room except you, Aemond, your grandparents, and a few of the guards and sworn shield. After the last lord left the room, you found yourself rushing to your grandparents' arms for comfort. Rhaenys held your head against her shoulder as you cried at the sudden relief in your body. After so many years of grieving for the sudden loss of your father, for it to now be revealed that he never died was unexplainable.

“Your Grace, there is someone at the gates,” a messenger came into the room alerting all of you.

“Well, who is it?” Aemond asked impatiently.

“I believe he said he goes by the name Addam of Hull? If I am not mistaken,” the messenger responded. 

“Let him in,” Aemond commanded. “Quickly.”

“Aemond, what if he does not recognize me anymore?” as you made your way to your husband’s arms. 

“You are unforgettable. He would never forget his daughter,” he answered.

“Introducing Addam of Hull.”

A man with a hood over his head walked into the throne room in silence. He avoided eye contact with everyone in the room until he came in close distance with you and Aemond. Which is when he slowly took off his hood showing a bald head. The man that stood before you was someone you knew all too well. 

“My Queen, My King,” he greeted the both of you. 

“None of that,” you whispered walking closer to him. 

“I know you do not know who I a-” you cut him off with a bone-crushing hug. 

He returned the hug immediately. You held onto him as if he would disappear the second you let go. He still smelled the same way he used to when you were a younger child. You buried your face into his shoulder letting out silent sobs. 

“Father,” you pulled back to place your hands on his face to fully look at him. “You are back.”

“I am so sorry, my little love,” he apologized with tears flowing down his face. “I never meant to leave you, but I did it to protect you.”

“Father, what did they do to you?” wiping the tears off his face.

“He threatened him with such extreme measures, but I could not risk your life,” he cried pulling you back into his arms. “My sweet daughter, you mean for more than life itself. I would do it all again if it meant you would stay safe.”

“I have dealt with them,” you told him. “We will never have to worry about them again.”

“What?” he asked confusion filling his face.

“They are banished,” Aemond confirmed from behind you.

“My son,” Rhaenys cried out making her way to you two with Corlys trailing behind her. 

“Mother. Father.”

“I will kill them,” Corlys sneered as he took his son into a hug.

“Grandfather, it is dealt with,” you calmed him. “There is no worst fate for them than my punishment.”

“They live with no title or fortune to their name, Lord Corlys. They will suffer greatly wherever they settle. It will be known even beyond Westeros that they are traitors,” Aemond reaffirmed to them.

“We will not stoop to their pettiness,” you told Corlys.

“Oh, my sweet daughter, look how much you have grown,” Laenor said softly admiring you. “I am sorry for all the time I have missed.”

“I understand, father.”

“You make a wonderful Queen,” Laenor complimented. 

“I could not have done it without our family,”

“How much have I missed?” Laenor asked.

“Too much,” Rhaenys laughed. “Never again.”

Aemond wrapped his arms around your waist from behind you. You leaned back into his chest enjoying the reunion between your father and grandparents. 

“Thank you for being my support,” you told Aemond.

“You deserve only the best of what life offers.”

“Aemond, truly, I love you, and thank you for sticking back by my side all these years.”

“You were by mine first,” he whispered into your ear. “I have loved you since the first moment I ever laid my eyes on you.”

“And I will love you till the end of my days,” you told him.

“Until our last breath,” he finished.

“I have news,” you raised your hand up to his scar, caressing the scar beneath his eye patch with your thumb.

“And what might that be?” Aemond raised his eyebrow at you in suspicion.

“I am with child, Aemond,” you smiled up at him. “I have already checked with the maesters to confirm.”

“I’m going to be a father?” he whispered in happy disbelief placing his hand on your stomach.

“A great one to our child,” you said as Aemond started to rub his hand on your stomach already imagining the child growing in you.

“Are you with child?” Rhaenys gasps bringing your attention back to your family which you gave her a nod. 

“I’m going to be a grandsire?” Laenor yelped joyfully. 

“Speak for yourself. I am going to be a great grandsire!” Corlys laughed excitedly.

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[redheadspark]

May I request "I'm so so sorry, you don't deserve that," with Benedict bridgerton please 💗

A/N - Thanks for the request, anon!

Joy

Summary - Benedict knows how to bring you joy

Warnings - Mostly angst with a hint of fluff in the end

Benedict opened the door into your personal study just at the very moment you held your head in your hands, a singular piece of paper on the desk in your mother's writing and some tears were evident on the paper.  He panicked, closing the door right behind him as he walked into the study.

“Darling?” He asked, making his way over to your side as you were attempting to hide your tears from him.  But it was no use, some of the tears were stashing the letter now as Benedict reached for your clammy hand.  You laced your fingers together, Benedict coaxing you to look at him and see his eyes that were filled with worry and the worst thoughts.

“My mother,” You simply stated, Benedict’s eyes moving from you to the tear-stained paper.  He took the letter with his spare hand, scanning the letter rapidly with his eyes as you were attempting to wipe the tears away.  From what he was reading and digesting in the letter, it all was negative feedback at your mother’s usual tactics in trying to make you feel bad for being a Bridgerton wife.  Benedict was already on thin ice with her because of his family name, your mother was far too traditional for her daughter to be courted by a family that had a so-called “reputation” among the elite and upper class.  

Yet you never cared, you are simply in love with Benedict and his love for art and life.  You two fell for each other hard and fast, courting for several months before you broke the engagement to your mother.  She was shocked, thinking of it as another scandal in the making, and was instantly against it.  No matter how many times you told her Benedict was a good man, giving her proof of a suitable living situation and his contributions to art and the community, she only focused on his last name and the scandals of the past.

Even a year later she still spoke ill towards you and your new family, which made it worse for you.

Benedict could only sigh as he placed the letter to the side and reached over to embrace you in his arms.  The last thing he wanted to do was upset you more since he could say plenty of ill things to his mother-in-law.  You placed boundaries with her when you and Benedict were married, knowing that it was the best way to both be happy and to have a relationship with her.  But of course, your mother never minded the jabs every now and then, to which Benedict’s dislike for her was growing by the day.  Yet you never let those words deter you from your love for him, making Benedict all the more proud to be your husband.  

“I can’t believe she disinvited us to her home for Christmas,” You mumbled into his shirt, Benedict told you a bit tighter as you were clinging onto him for support, “I thought she was turning a corner with us and how she feels about us.”

“As did I, Darling,” Benedict hummed in agreement as he pressed a kiss in your hair, “But your mother is set in her ways, which is no excuse for how she treats her own kin,”

“I thought it would be better for her since my father died,” You said in a whisper, “He loved you.  I wish he was here to speak reason with her,”

Benedict pushed the hair out of your eyes as he made you look up at him.  Your prestige bright eyes that he loved and adored were pouring into his as he gave you a somber look.

“I’m so so sorry, you don’t deserve that,” He calmly said to you as he pressed his forehead against yours, “You know that you have my family who adores you.  My sisters are obsessed with you, and my brothers always tell me I’m a lucky man to have you.  Especially Anthony, he tells me daily until he’s blue in the face,”

You cracked a grin, Benedict chuckling at the sight of you finally smiling.

“I know it hurts, what your mother is doing to you.  But you still have a family, with my own mother, and my siblings.  And of course with me. I’m your family, okay?”  He asked, you sighed and nodded your head as he kissed you softly.  Every time your mother shot you down and made you feel small, Benedict built you up and made you strong.  Fresh flowers in your vase by your bedside, new paintings and sketches that he was inspired by as a gift to you on your birthday or anniversary, and simply giving you the love and affection that he knew you craved.

“Now If I know my mother, she would be over the moon to host the pair of us for Christmas, along with the rest of the family,” Benedict said to you as he helped you out of the chair and wrapped an arm around you, “It’s already been decided actually: Anthony and Kate will be there along with Daphne and Simon.”

“Sounds lovely, Benedict,” You said with a giggle, feeling him peck you with kisses all over your face as you were giggling and trying to duck away from him.  A chorus of laughter was heard from your study, changing the mood from somber and sadness to lightness and joy.  

Benedict would do that every day just to bring a smile to your face. 

The End

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[bruciemilf]

" You...Adopted...6 siblings?"

Diana nods, sunstream smile bright and golden on her lips. She proudly shows off pictures, too.

Three boys playing video games, one of them using his crutches to push the others away. " Freddy and Eugene love bothering Billy."

Another is Diana helping an adorable little cherub of a girl with outfits for her doll's world domination meeting. " Darla has such a rich imagination!"

Then there's her, helping a teenager with what looks to be her book report, as another boy serves them snacks. " Mary is a dedicated leader for her projects. Pedro enjoys cooking!"

" But...6?"

" I wasn't going to split them up! Families are strongest together! Billy wouldn't have accepted otherwise. He's a loyal, exceptional big brother. I couldn't ask for a better son."

Shazam blushes, to their confusion.

" And do they know about... You know. Mega hot Goddess guarding Earth thing, or are you just a regular milf?"

" Hal!"

" You all know what I'm about!"

" Not yet! I figure It'll come out at some point. But I enjoy being a parent. They've been a delight to have around. Parenthood is not the beast I expected."

Bruce laughs. Batman laughs. It's like watching something eerie and unnatural. Barry squints. " Am I...High? Did someone buy that brew that makes me spinny again?"

" You, - you think. This will be EASY."

Diana frowns, tilts her head like a confused puppy. " Well, yes. They've been very pleasant thus far. We haven't even argued, and they follow rules well, - "

Batman full on cackles now. Holding onto Superman's cape for support.

" I think they're very special! I'm sure they'll stay like this for longer than we all expect. They're very mature!"

They have to carry Batman away because he physically can't stand up. Diana doesn't particularly appreciate being laughed at, but the man's face deserves some happiness on it, so she'll take it.

Shazam approaches her after. " So, uh... Did you mean it? About - you know, those kids being..Good kids? Or something?"

" Of course! They're all unique and special in their own way. In fact, I have many examples of it. Billy allowed Darla to put him in a sparkly dress for the premiere of her movie and it is the sweetest act-"

" I got it! I got it," Shazam shuffles his fingers, looking younger than his massive height, asking for something that Diana recognizes but can't name,

" And... Just... You know - they're grateful for you. Even if they're going to be brats, or if they'll be angry and break rules and not listen to you...They appreciate you. A lot. I guess I just don't want you to regret them."

" I could never!" Diana is offended by the mere mention. " Children are people, and people will disappoint, and hurt. But they're so much more. I'll make mistakes, too. Hopefully I'll be mother enough to fix them."

" You are," Shazam tries to smile on his wobbly lips, before coughing around the emotion lumping his neck. " You're a great warrior. So you'll be a great mother."

" What's the difference?"

She doesn't know how Shazam figured out her favorite coffee mix, but she's grateful.

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[neptune-scythe]

Do you ever think about how Kaz making sure Inej is reunited with her brother is so he doesn't have to deal with his own grief?

Hear me out

Obviously he cares about Inej and wants her to have her family back and that's his main focus, or at least his main focus consciously

But here's the thing

They're mirrors of each other. Two people who lost brothers, Kaz's is gone forever ... But inej's is still out there (probably). Now we all know Kaz has never dealt with his grief, and probably barely even acknowledges it, mostly because he doesn't know how. That's not something people just ... Know how to do, grief is a process and if you don't have a single other person to help you or even be the slightest bit supportive it's going to be nearly impossible to grieve in a healthy way. Let alone being in a constant state of survival mode having to watch your back all the time because you're a kid in a very dangerous place and pretty much ever single person is an enemy, or at least not someone trustworthy or helpful. But I hella digress my bad

My point is Kaz hasn't dealt with the loss of his brother (why have I not used his name once? Bitch idfk my bad Jordie you deserve better bestie), which was a meaningless death. And by that I mean Jordie didn't sacrifice himself for some cause, he wasn't a casualty of a greater issue ... He just died. Because that what people do.

And especially for a kid who's all alone with not a single soul left on the earth who gives a damn about him, that's a pretty tricky concept to grasp. That your whole world, the most imporant person in your life could just die ... Just be completely gone in a moment. Thus why Kaz immediately blames Pekka and devotes his life to revenge, even though Pekka was only indirectly involved in Jodie's death. But blaming Pekka gives his death a meaning, it means there's something he can do to make it mean something.

Once again super digressed from my main point whoopsieeee. Hope y'all are enjoying the wild ride of my thoughts rn (I'm literally just stream of consciousness writing this shit, and for shits and giggles imma leave it that way no edits this is a first draft post you're welcome)

N E WAY

Jodie's death WAIT A SECOND HOW MANY TIMES HAS IT AUTOCORRECTED TO JODIE 💀

I'll never know because I'm not rereading this shit

Anyway

JORDIE's death meant nothing, and Kaz's revenge on Pekka didn't give it meaning either ... Which he probably knew deep down that it wouldn't. But those are the kinds of thoughts we ✨silence✨ because we need the rage for vengeance to keep us alive and doing things.

Now back to Inej and Harij.

Reuniting them will for Kaz make his own situation mean something (in my opinion don't at me these my head canon thoughts). That even though he can't bring his own brother back, he can bring back hers. And knowing that they're together will make his own grief a little easier to bear. It balances it out, if you will.

Two brothers lost, one brother found. Good math

OK BUT ALSO HAVE YOU CONSIDERED

Harij is Inej's younger brother

So consider Kaz is doing it as much for him as for Inej. He's making sure another little boy (he's obviously not a little boy anymore but like ... He was 12 ((idk how old he'd be know)) and that's plenty young) doesn't have to lose his older sibling forever.

And also consider

Kaz knows he doesn't deserve Inej, he knows he most likely won't always have her ... And more importantly she won't always have him.

He won't always be able to protect her, to keep her safe. But her brother could. Her brother could be there for her and her support her and even do a far better job (probs idk what bros personality is like but I bet Kaz Brekker is assuming shit too) than Kaz could. So by reuniting her with her brother he's making sure she's taken care of, that even if he lets her down, she'll never be alone.

Because real talk her

Y'all are allowed to have your head canons and shit I am NOT gatekeeping

But canonically Kaz Brekker is not the jealous or possessive type. If Inej wanted to leave him for someone else he'd be upset yeah but he's knows full well Inej is a living Saint and worth far more than he could ever deserve in a billion lifetimes, and he's also far more concerned with her happiness and well-being than what she can provide for him.

So he'd be satisfied being away from her, not knowing a single thing about her life, as long as he knows her brother is there with her.

He doesn't need to take care of her, he just needs to know that she is taken care of.

I rest my case

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(addition because I did actually reread it and damn I somehow forgot my entire point???

So yeah

About him using reuniting Harij and Inej as a way to avoid dealing with his grief.

It's like this

Brother dies

Kaz goes straight to revenge, never actually processes any of it, just jumps straight into making Pekka pay for it ... Which tbh is dealing with it in a sense but it's in a very passive way of going straight to doing without ever processing ... If that makes sense.

And that's repaying violence with violence, which leads to more violence. It's a cycle of destruction that Kaz is playing into, which is very hard to get out of once it starts.

But reuniting Harij and Inej is a break in that cycle. It's Kaz using his own pain as motivation and incentive to do something that will heal others. And making sure that neither Inej nor Harij get caught in the same cycle as Kaz did, it's using his own knowledge of that cycle to protect others from it. And more specifically, he doesn't know how to heal himself, he doesn't know how to move on or process and grieve, he doesn't know how to leave the cycle ... So he's helping Inej and Harij heal from their pain instead, and making sure they never enter the cycle.

Because he probably is well aware that revenge isn't the healthiest way to channel grief (but bro doesn't care because Pekka needs to be put in his place and we stan him for that), but channeling it into helping someone he loves is healthy.

And real talk here

Kaz probably believes he will never move on or heal from Jordie's death. Thus him being trapped in the ouroboros of suffering ... And go with me here.

If we view the ouroboros (snake eating its own tail if y'all don't know) as a literal scenario Kaz is trapped in, it's a mental prison basically, and one he has accepted that he will never leave. His fate is sealed, and he can't do anything to save himself from that.

BUT even if he can't ever break out of the ouroboros, he can keep others out, he can't save himself but he can save others from being trapped there as well.

And because of this he won't have to deal with the fact that he's trapped, he can focus all his energy on keeping others out ... And it gives it meaning. That even though he's trapped forever and can't do anything for himself, he can do something for other people because of it. Because the only way to avoid the ouroboros is if someone inside warns you.

That was a wild metaphor I hope that made sense lol

Also once again these are my head canons and I wrote it from Kaz's perspective so to speak, so when I say things like He cAn NEVer HeAl that's because that's what he thinks (imo) not what is objectively true. Healing is absolutely possible and bro can get it he just doesn't know it yet.)

#grishaverse #six of crows #crooked kingdom #shadow and bone netflix #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #dirtyhands #the bastard of the barrel #the wraith #kanej #kaz x inej #kaz and inej #kanej headcanon #kaz and inej headcanon #kaz brekker headcanon #inej ghafa headcanon

[itslusii]

hello, good afternoon/evening 😊 , I would like to request a headcanon for pedri gonzales, what would it be like to have a relationship with him (whether he likes him, how he is, and what his love language is like), thank you very much yes you take my request and if not in the same way thank you! 💗🫶💐

Dating Pedri Gonzalez Headcanons ❤️‍🩹

Pairing: Pedri Gonzalez x Reader

Requested: yes / no

Warnings: um i don’t think so

Author’s Note: Omg omg Hiii !! this is my first request! 😭 thank you so much for this!!! I really hope this is what you were expecting, if not im open to hear any corrections! Hope you enjoy! 🤍🤍

-He would definitely be the kind of boyfriend that would talk about you to his parents and like ramble about how pretty you are and you’re like the best. the biggest simp ever

-His love languages are most definitely physical touch and words of affirmation. Like is less likely he will kiss you and grab your waist in public but he would whisper how gorgeous you look or how much he loves you. Again, simp.

-Also he would remember every. single. detail. of everything you tell him. All the of family tea, how you like your coffee, favorite ice cream flavor, favorite movie, what are your favorites t-shirts of him, etc, etc.

-If you are a student in college he would pick you up and take you wherever you need to ! Sometimes with him training and traveling for the matches and with you the studying it can be hard to coordinate dates and little meetings so any time he gets to spend with you, he’ll soak it up !!

-He would dedicate all his goals to you because well you are one of his main motivations to play. And it is clear to him that without your support he would not have gotten this far.

-His kisses are out of this world. Like he WILL grab you by the waist, pull you closer to him, stare down at your lips and then look back at your eyes for then him just to kiss you with all of his body. Like with every kiss he gives you a part of his soul (okay maybe i did go a little too far with that one but i got carried away sorry😭)

-When it comes to cuddles i have to admit that i don’t see him as the cuddler type, but don’t get me wrong he does love hug you! He definitely does the ‘from the back’ hug when you are standing at the kitchen counter with some hot drink in your hands.

-If you feel sad or frustrated with something he will do ANYTHING to make you feel better. He’ll go from dancing like an idiot for you to smile to letting you cry in his arms while he listens to you ramble and thinking of the best advice he could give you.

-If you have any little siblings he would get along with them so well. Definitely the little kids like him more than you. But when it comes to having some of his own he still thinks that it’s a little soon. But never turn down the idea of the cool uncle. This is for Fer and Fer exclusive.

-Talking about Fer! He would adore you, like he is sooooo happy his baby brother got someone to love him the way he deserves🫶🏼

-His mom and dad of course love you, and whenever you visit them Rosy definitely cooks her famous croquetas that her son loves so much! But if you don’t like them that’s fine she’ll gladly cook something else for you.

-Pedri is so happy he has you in his life❤️‍🩹

#pedri gonzalez x reader #pedri gonzalez #fc barca #barcelona #pablo gavi #pedriandgavi #pedri blurb #pedri imagine #world cup #lionel messi #la liga #gavi x reader #pedri x you #icons pedri #pedri x y/n #fifa 2022 #qatar world cup #argentina #messi #scaloneta #ya no se que hacer

[fincalinde]

What do you think about JYL's relationship with WWX?

This is an interesting one, because the relationship between JYL and WWX is really a thing of two halves: the depth and steadfastness of their love for each other is touching, but the very strength of their relationship has devastating consequences. It's also a great example of each character's core flaw: WWX's arrogance and JYL's partiality for him.

I really do like the fact that JYL and WWX love each other like blood siblings, even to the point of JYL specifically asserting that she sees him as a brother when she defends him at the Phoenix Mountain hunt. JYL is mild-natured, but also a woman of great inner strength despite her parents' best efforts to crush, berate and/or neglect it out of her. And she certainly needs and deserves supportive brothers like JC and WWX, who will both defend and advocate for her.

The trouble is that WWX is really bad at defending her and repeatedly makes things worse when JC on his own would have handled the situation with more grace. JC is clearly reconciling himself to JYL marrying JZX and adjusting his understanding of JZX's character post-Sunshot, and he and WWX even have a discussion in which WWX refuses to listen to him about JZX's self-improvement and the likelihood of a renewed engagement. JC is obviously not a perfect brother, and it's not as though WWX's continued hatred for JZX is based on nothing, but as clan leader JC has the good sense and leadership skills to more effectively navigate such a delicate situation.

As part and parcel of WWX's unintentional but nevertheless very real sabotaging of JC and the Jiang, he talks over JC and acts as though he has greater authority than he actually possesses. JYL and her relationship with JZX is a huge part of that. Yes, things are not going well between JZX and JYL at the Phoenix Mountain hunt, but WWX's intervention only escalates the issue and puts JYL in an even more awkward and humiliating position. It's a testament to her love for WWX and her quiet strength that she's able to gracefully and effectively defend both WWX and the Jiang when WWX's attempts to defend her from JZX have further exposed the Jiang to a loss of reputation.

It's important to remember that WWX himself cringes in retrospect when seeing his arrogant and cocksure behaviour in other scenes through Empathy, so this read isn't coming out of nowhere; it's made explicit in the text. WWX is in many ways the author of his own downfall, and of course poor JYL is quite literally caught in the crossfire. There's multiple references to her face lighting up whenever she sees her brothers, and in a certain sense her love for them gifts her vitality, so it's thematically appropriate and extraordinarily effective that she gives her life for WWX. And thematically appropriate, too, that in her final moments she is completely focused on WWX despite JC also being present.

I've skirted the topic of JC so far in only discussing him in relation to the JZX-JYL relationship, but I do need to address him more directly because it's impossible to talk about WWX and JYL without bringing him in. Poor, poor JC. It's indisputable that JYL loves him, and it's just as indisputable that she loves WWX more than she loves him. In theory, the love is equal. In practice, JYL consistently prioritises WWX and his needs over JC. JC truly does come second in everything, and the image of him holding a seriously injured JYL as she ignores him and focuses all her attention on WWX is absolutely shattering.

And the awful thing is that JC is a better brother to JYL than WWX. JC understands that she is not simply a sister but a woman who has her own wants and needs that diverge from her brothers' hopes for her. JC might not like it, but he respects it. WWX, on the other hand ... Qiongqi Path. His inability to fully respect JYL's choice or update his opinion of JZX results in his literally murdering JZX using WN as the weapon. And yes, WWX is not mentally or physically in great shape at the time, but he's also had numerous and repeated warnings from various characters about the inevitable consequences of the path he's chosen. There are mitigating factors, but WWX ultimately knows himself to be responsible and the text agrees with him.

And JYL still can't hate him. She can't tell him it's all right or that she forgives him, but she doesn't stop loving him either. And this is exactly why their relationship, while profound and touching, is ultimately a damaging one. It never develops beyond its original well-meaning but immature dynamic, and this is the consequence. WWX still acts like a small child with JYL, and also like he has the right to intervene in her life. Meanwhile she still mothers him and overlooks his transgressions, even though she's probably the one person he might actually listen to. They're both locked in old patterns that were established to cope with the challenges of their shared childhood, and neither of them adjust the relationship to account for the changes in their roles and circumstances—until it's far too late.

#ask #xiyao-feels #roquen meta #jiang yanli #turns out i have lots to say about the jiang

[dirtytransmasc]

What is Quaritch reaction when he finds out the Sully's aka Jake and Neytiri both neglected and emotionally abused spider and how under their care almost die because they didn't notice until it was almost to late I feel his hate for Jake would increase because he expects this from Neytiri but not from Jake who suppose to be morally better than him ( like how is a clone of a colonizer a better father to the kid you knew for 16 years)

And also about the scientist since they didn't help ( looking at you norm and max (

Also I feel deep down Quaritch would appreciate tonowari because he knows he isn't father material and even though Ronal scares the hell out of him he appreciates her too because he understands spider needs a mother

anger doesn't begin to describe how he felt about jake, and anger wasn't the only thing he felt, he was sad, he was gutted, he couldn't even put a name on some of the things he was feeling. he was devastated by the very thought of how spider felt growing up. sure he may not have been a good dad, but he wouldn't have let spider suffer like that, not in this na'vi life; in all honesty he wholeheartedly believes that dying was the best thing he ever did for that kid. so now he's dealing with this massive uptick in paternal drive (I think family is so important to the na'vi, that its ingrained in their biological psychology. so Quaritch being na'vi now, has to deal with all those new feelings) has to process the fact that his enemy, his 'moral superior' has mistreated his boy to the point he almost lost him. add on the fact it wasn't even the sully's (at least within in my au) that noticed how sick spider was, nor were the ones to take care of him while he recovered (cause that was mostly ao'nung).

he has some sympathy for neytiri, its clear she never wanted spider, that he was supposed to be jakes responsibility, that if he was her son, it never would have happened. he can't blame her for not being able to care for a human boy, his spawn, he could never expect that of her, or any na'vi for that matter. but he draws the line at straight-up neglect and abuse of his son, at letting him get so sick he almost died, after that, it's pretty fucking personal.

he's pissed at all the 'superior' scientists that got to stay, because if they're so much better then everyone they sent back, why couldn't they take care of his child. why did they subject him to such a life.

the one thing he has to be grateful for is tonowari and his family. he respects the shit out of them, they took spider in, even after everything, even though he was practically a stranger. they took him in and they loved him, they cared for him. ronal and tonowari were protective and went above and beyond to care for their new son. tsireya and ao'nung, though he didn't know much about them, were good kids that did everything to protect their little brother. they had built the kid up from where he lay broken on the ground and they loved every part of him, his imperfections, his shortcomings, his human nature and lineage. it didn't matter to them, they loved spider and accepted him as theirs, just as he was.

they were the family his boy deserved, and he knows he will never be better for spider, no matter how much he changes, how far he goes to redeem himself, he will never be a better father than someone like tonowari, a stern and strict but helplessly kind man. he knows he could never find spider a better mother than ronal, a woman willing to kill and die for her son while also being soft and supportive of him. knows spider has come to need his siblings, the support and protection they offer, to survive. he knows he could never do better by his son, and that's ok.

#throw in the fact they take him as well #he knows spider has found the family he was destined to be raised by #hi'i'tsyil te fkew'weopx tonowari'itan #spider tonowari'itan #quaritch #ronal #tonowari #ao'nung #tsireya #spider socorro #miles socorro #miles spider socorro #jake sully #neytiri #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water

[solisaureus]

What was it about Will and Nico that drew you to them, individually and/or as a ship?

nico has always been my favorite character!!! well technically that's not true it was annabeth until battle of the labyrinth (and i still love her very very much) -- i read the original series as each book was coming out so when titans curse came out in 2007 i honestly thought nico was so annoying LMAO and i thought bianca was going to be the new addition to the cast. so when she died i was totally shocked and i didnt know how to feel about nico until battle of the labyrinth came out. and then he had that dark and edgy character arc, and my dark and edgy emo 14 year old self was like "ok this kid rules actually" and hes been my fave ever since. how long has it been. (checks watch) ive been stanning nico di angelo for 15 years.

i have always loved nico because i've always related to him -- i have a lot of the same problems that nico has (catholic repression, internalized homophobia, trauma, mental illnesses, feeling like you dont belong, i could go on) and seeing him fight so hard to survive just for the chance to see the day when things might get better...it was really inspiring to me. it sounds corny but this character helped me get through some really difficult times in my life. the way that nico strove so hard to survive in heroes of olympus when he basically had nothing he wanted to live for really gave me strength to keep going too.

And thats part of why solangelo immediately appealed to me! Nico di Angelo finally finding love and laughing and allowing himself to be close to someone after i watched him endure ceaseless torment since 2007 was so gratifying. ever since their initial interaction in blood of olympus i have felt like will was so right for nico -- he was never afraid of him, he treated him the same as everyone else, he went out of his way to make nico feel wanted and refused to let nico fall back on his old self-destructive habits. and i thought it was really fitting that nico's love interest would be someone new, someone unentangled with nico's twisted past, someone he could look to the future with and heal with.

so i started liking will because he was nico's love interest, but once trials of apollo came out I got really invested in will as his own character too, and this feeling has only strengthened with the sun and the star's release. I have actually been waiting for an Apollo demigod to be a main character since I was like 12, because I've always identified with Apollo (I've had a lifelong special interest in Greek mythology lol). And Will was exactly who I was waiting for -- i love how gentle he is, i love that he's a healer, i love his relationship with Apollo, I love how much of a dork loser he is, i love how much he cares for people, and i love his dynamic with nico so much. i ended up writing my fic Solace because I couldnt stop thinking about how will was there in the background the entire time, he lost his siblings, he pined for nico, he was forced into leadership roles when he wasn't ready. and after reading tsats i LOVE how much he is filled with self-doubt and anxiety and how he loves nico so much and wants to support him and make him feel safe and loved in the ways that nico needs. he is so so so fucking good and i adore him and he is truly unlike any other character in this series.

i love nico, i love will, i love solangelo, i love how they contrast each other and yet are the same in so many ways, i love how they overcome realistic relationship obstacles to be together because after all theyve both been through they deserve to feel secure and at peace with someone they love, who they know loves them back.

#ask #anonymous #solangelo #nico di angelo #will solace

[kyojurismo]

Hi! May I put in an emergency request?

Not to vent or anything like that, but I've been having problems with my sibling trying to get them to see their self worth. It's draining and I just want them to feel better. Problem though: I'm burnt out from it so so bad and I really want to help them, but I know there's nothing I can do anymore.

Would it be possible if I could have some Tengen, Sanemi, and Obanai headcanons of them trying to help their s/o relax after an ordeal like that? (You can do all of them or pick and choose which ones, your choice!)

Thank you so much, and remember to eat a snack and stay hydrated. You deserve it! <3

# obanai iguro, sanemi shinazugawa & tengen uzui

tags : [modern au] gn!reader, fluff, the boys are super kind hehe, not proofread.

a/n : it’s a bit rushed & very short ngl, but i hope you enjoy anyway <3 i’m sending you a big hug anon, i don’t have siblings so i’m not really in the place to talk but i believe that you sure have to support them and show them that they’re amazing but without draining yourself ):

OBANAI IGURO

would offer to watch a movie

even if he’s not too fond of physical touch, he would also cuddle with you

baby boy would even cook something for you

when he sees you’re more relaxed he would comfort you of course

he waited bc he didn’t want to stress you more

“you’re an amazing sibling, they’re very lucky to have you. i just don’t want you to stress too much, alright? i’m sure they will understand soon.”

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA

i mean, he would somehow do the same w genya

so he would know how you feel

‘nemi would do his best to keep your mind off the matter for now

like watching tv, reading, cooking, etc.

then he would try his best to comfort you w words

“they’ll learn to value themselves. you’re doing your best, but uh . . . don’t drain yourself, mh.”

TENGEN UZUI

“i’m sure they appreciate you telling them, but maybe you don’t have to stress too much? i mean, it’s natural but they also have to see this by themselves, y’know?”

he would smile at you while saying this, trying to comfort you about it the best he can

then would help you get distracted

he offered to go out for a walk, or if u don’t want to go outside he proposed some comedy, playing videogames, etc.

would cuddle with you and kiss you all the time !!

of course tengen would be proud and admire how much you care for your siblings and he would surely tell you without hesitation

reblogs & comments are super appreciated! thank you for taking your time reading it, i hope you enjoyed it. have a good day / night <3

#📂 — writing !! #obanai iguro x reader #sanemi shinazugawa x reader #tengen uzui x reader #ohanai iguro imagine #sanemi shinazugawa imagine #tengen uzui imagine #obanai iguro fanfic #sanemi shinazugawa fanfic #tengen uzui fanfic #kny obanai #kny sanemi #kny tengen #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba fanfic #demon slayer #demon slayer fanfic

[wayward-wren]

In my own, probably delusional, world, Eric Matthews is in fact a pretty smart and on the whole emotionally mature guy who is sometimes just a bit clueless and neurodivergant. HOWEVER due to a lifetime of being told he's stupid by every single person in his life except Feeny, he has greatly internalised this and has pretty low self esteem. His relationship with dating doesn't help matters, or is maybe a symptom that feeds into it in a loop.

I headcanon that he has a complex relationship with food during highschool years (that one episode where Jason has him listen to a VERY 90s-00s Food Bad tape, a comment from the actor saying he was really skinny in the early seasons, and the episode in season 7when he's binge eating and goes on a diet with topenga.)

He mostly grows out of it by the end of his gap year and starting college (moving in with Jack probably helps, I feel like he's a good cook and would force Eric and Shawn to eat), but then more and more subscribes to the mindset of 'it's easier to not try so no one expects anything from me'. This translates into being more and more 'stupid' and the more he acts that way the more people call him that the more he starts to believe it.

The only thing he does put effort into his relationships with his siblings and friends--he cares too much about people to let his relationships and the feelings of those around him at risk. Which also means everytime he sees a kid who needs more support he will do anything in his power to help.

Basically I love Eric and he deserves better and he's a smart lad who can do so much and he should be a weather reporter and father.

#Wren rambles #Boy meets world #Eric Matthews #In case you didn't pick it up I have Issues with gmw #Still holding the au where Eric meets a girl who sees through his act #And pushes him to be smart and believe in himself #And he follows his dream and becomes a weather reporter #And they adopt a bunch of kids because HE WOULD #He didn't get to adopt Tommy he'd adopt other kids

[littlefankingdom]

I watched the One Piece live action and here are some notes I took.

I'm a huge One Piece fan since I was like 10-ish? And so, I have a lot of thoughts and feelings about it. It had a lot of impact on my personality (Nico Robin is my role model). This live action adaptation matters to me and I'm going to rant. Spoilers ahead.

The director is a woman, and one of the two writers is a woman. Manga and anime are male dominated hobby (and the comic's world is sexist), so the live action of the most popular shōnen being run by women is so great, imo. Also, it's pretty successful, in contrary to other attempts, so it's a win for women.

Garp's actor is a very handsome man. Wtf, they made Garp hot. He also has a beautiful Welsh accent, which is great because it's an accent that gives a "tough guy" impression. At least, it does for me.

Luffy's actor is perfect. This Luffy is slightly different from the original one, but he's perfect in his own way. I will die and kill for him. Also, him being brown with a white grandpa is so good, it had a racial gap between the two of them, where there are already a generational one and a moral one. Like, the white grandpa in the army do not understand how his brown grandson do not like the gov, because he doesn't see it from where he is when the kid does.

Alvida's actress is so beautiful, she's so pretty. I suddenly support women's wrongs.

Damn, the violence is going up a notch (Roger executed on screen, Mr 7's body cut in half, MERRY IS FUCKING KILLED,...)

The actors for Koby and Helmeppo are queer (They/Them pals) Oda is, once again, showing his support to the trans community.

I do not like the colors. It's too dark for One Piece, imo. Look at how saturated the colored pages are, I would have preferred it to be more saturated. I know, this is because of the CGI (issues are less perceptible this way), I'm going to need to make some edits. But, they didn't have to do it to the costumes too. Like, Buggy, except from his hat, his outfit is not flashy like it should be. Would help with the colored hair if it was more colorful and flashy.

Young Luffy wear the same shirt as in the manga is a nice touch.

THERE'S A CAVENDISH'S WANTED POSTER IN SHELLS TOWN!

Dead bodies smell strongly, and Zoro is bringing half of one in a bar???

Episode 2 is pure art. I love it so much.

Buggy is attractive, wtf. I find him more pretty than Shanks.

Bogard is so cool looking. I'm gonna die if Hina is introduced one day (she's going to be so cool)

They changed the "If you’re gonna point your gun toward someone, you better use it" scene. The new one is cool, but the original is iconic.

THE MUSIC WHEN LUFFY REALIZES THAT SHANKS LOST HIS ARM! It's like the orchestra is interrupted, incredible, love it.

Nami and Zoro's siblings' energy is so strong.

Kaya and Nami interraction about the dress "it belonged to my mother" is so good, Nami gets uncomfortable because she also lost her mother and knows how it is to cherish her memory. But Kaya is nice and share it with her, which break her view of rich folks.

The decor's department must have had the time of their life for this show. It's a great job.

Zoro wanting to wear black and drink wine in the 3 episode, he's already embodying being Mihawk's adopted brat.

Kaya makes the oof roblox sounds when she slapped Usopp.

Usopp x Kaya let's gooooooooooo my boy deserves the best (Oda confirming a romance with one of his protagonists is huge)

Zoro IMMEDIATELY trying to look at something else the moment Kaya kisses Usopp.

Luffy sitting on Going Merry with "We Are" playing... Art.

Without a cook, they are eating pasta, with some fruit and drink (just like me, fr).

Garp is wrecking a brand new ship!

Episode 5 Title Card, my beloved.

Mihawk music, and voice, and character: beautiful.

"Oh, I do like your hat." Mihawk to Luffy upon meeting him, great.

Sanji needs to stop talking about food, I'm getting hungry but I'm broke and a terrible cook.

"Oregano is for savages!" 😂 ok kiddo.

Me watching Zoro nap for a whole episode because of 1 cut: "Bro, you’re going to go through so much worse, you better stop whining rn"

The "YES, YES WE DO" after Sanji says "heard you guys need a cook" is so good.

Sanji is, like, the only one after Nami to have the most experience sailing, they fucking need him.

Buggy coming back all the time is perfect. Love him.

Having Bell-Mere slaps Nami was not ok. Y'all are ruining a character I loved.

Sanji knows a man that can cook well is attractive.

Usopp and Luffy are 17 and drinking, and Koby is 16. Underage drinking baby 🍻

Garp is already having the crisis he has during Marine Fort Arc, it’s going to be difficult for him.

Buggy be swinging being carried by Sanji, who's fighting.

Luffy breaking Arlong's sword axe thingy is badass.

The fishmen are so ugly and weird looking

Buggy saying "I'm gonna get out of here" with 🖕🤡🖕(If we ever get young Ace, I expect so much vulgarity from his little shit mouth)

Usopp exploding star was badass.

Sanji's ass after Mouton Shot.

Zoro "Yeah, you're gonna fit in just fine" means you're as crazy as all of us

Sanji opening is arms for Nami and Nami ignoring him to hug her bros, lol.

Arlong Park destruction be crazy.

Sanji little laugh.

Luffy is a true bestie to Usopp.

It’s the confrontation from after Seven Arc

It's Logue town after right? Like, where Luffy's father is introduced? With the comparison to Roger? But they just compared them, are they going to do it again?

The wanted poster is the exact same, with usopp in the background.

Employee of the month lol.

Alvida and Buggy meeting, the bad bitches.

Mihawk and Shanks!!! (Shanks gave him the "ableist pos" look, lol)

Smoker introduced -> Logue Town

#one piece #opla #opla spoilers #my ramblings #it's not understandable and I don't care

[mytalemyworld]

A little ranting and some of my thoughts about Yabani Episode 31...

Since finally I have time, I'm going to get some things off my chest. It'll be a long post, so here we go.

After having seen the writing of episode 28, I said to myself I shouldn't expect anything from this show, especially with the rating pressure it wouldn't get any better. Because the writers show they aren't competent enough to deal with that. I also said as long as it didn't affect my couple, I could ignore the rest and skip the other parts.

However I learned my lesson, if the show is going downhill, probably your couple is not safe either.

In some parts of ep 31 I rolled my eyes, in some parts I didn't understand the motives of some characters. They were trying so hard but it was neither logical nor touching. Especially some lines and some scenes didn't make any sense.

A conflict was needed between Alaz and Yaman, I can see that and of course it would be delicious if it was written well. So no problem for me. But what's this nonsense, excuse me? Serhan may be cruel, evil and a bastard, (and that's why Alaz still doesn't talk to him or expect anything from him and he's okay with going like this) however wanting your father out of your life is one thing, being okay with him dying is another thing.

Alaz: He's my dad, unfortunately and I can't change that, Mom. But is this what he should get in return? Did he deserve this? What are we supposed to do? Should we be happy? What do you want to hear from us?

I mean, if we're talking about the worst traumas, then Elif should get her punishment too, because the girl literally tortured Yaman & Asi and Alaz even though it was for "the greater good".

And these people who went to the hospital to be by their side, to give them comfort and support acted like Soysalan siblings shouldn't get angry because their father was a bad person. Then Yaman got involed in their argument and asked Alaz what his problem was.

I mean, what? How did all of these make sense? This was just plain stupid.

Poor girl found herself in the middle of their conflict.

I knew he wouldn't listen to reason. Not even Asi could calm him down, I was expecting this and wrote it before. He already fought his mom and his brother so when he came to the worst conclusion I didn't think it was out of character.

Alaz: So you're on his (Yaman's) side.

I could have understood this as well. Because even back then, while they were waiting for any good news about Çağla, Asi's first instinct was to prevent him from blaming himself although he was a bad brother to his twin sister. So I guessed he waited to see an unconditional support again, like her getting angry like himself and stopping the other people, not the other way around.

She actually wasn't on Yaman's side but he misunderstood her words.

So, yeah, even though he was acting irrational, I could understand that.

However this…was truly unacceptable.

I think there's a line that shouldn't be crossed while trying to prove you're right about something, especially the other party is someone you deeply care about.

To me, no matter how much angry he was, he would never say that line. Especially after Zafer plot. This guy was ready to die and kill for her, cared about her traumas and pain. You may say he was also behaving like this towards his twin at the beginning of the series, so he can do anything but I beg to differ. First of all I hated him for that matter as well and that happened at the beginning, a very long time ago. He's been through a lot. If he continues acting like he has no empathy, why are we watching this show?

And I know Asi didn't have bad intentions but in order to make him to say those words, they wrote illogical lines for her too.

So why did they write it anyway? Maybe it was for this scene to happen:

To show that she is compassionate and loves him so much despite how much he's fucked up.

Was it worth it? No. Because we already know that.

I think the director couldn't get rid of that line because of the messaging scene, however he could have shown Alaz regretted it later. But he did not.

So some directing and writing choices were really unnecessesary and disappointing.

You can especially tell this is true because after the hospital scene, Yaman said to Alaz how he wished he could have changed everything. I mean, from the beginning he could have seen what Alaz needed but no, he waited for an hour because the show should last 120 minutes.

What did the show benefit from this? Nothing. I mean, if it happened after he had learnt the truth, we could have said he did it because he tried to make her break up with him. But they didn't choose that way.

There were many good scenes but the rooftop scene literally killed my desire to talk about them.

Like this is probably one of my favorite scenes in the whole series.

Alaz: I hate being your son. You're like a nightmare. One can't get rid of you. No matter what I do, you somehow ruin my life again. I'm tired of listening you, your making up excuses, blaming others. I went crazy thinking that something would happen to you today. I forgot all of your crap. I said he was my father no matter what. I forgot everything you did. Don't worry, I will keep silent, I will stomach it again, because I have to. I have to because of your health state, because of your daughter who is scared that something may happen to you, because of Ece. I have to because I have no choice. But you know what the most painful thing is? I will never be able to look at Yaman's face again. I know you won't like hearing this but I really loved being Yaman's brother. But as usual you forcefully took away another thing I love from me. How can I look at my mom's face now? How can I look at Asi's face now? Serhan: If you keep talking like this to me, it will be my face you can never look at. Son- Alaz: Son…Yes, I am your son. This is what's the worst. I am the devil's son. This is my curse. You took away my last hope that I could be a good person. Endless thanks to you.

And this was good too.

Because you can literally pinpoint the moment he started dying inside. For the first time he wanted her to let him go and she said she couldn't do that.

He was always the one who couldn't let her go but this time she said his trademark lines. *fml*

The whole scene was written just like how I imagined. This was not ooc either. But it could have been more impactful if the rooftop scene hadn't happened.

I don't have any expectations right now, if they give me more beautiful scenes that make it look like they were in a delirious state while writing that scene I can try to forget it. However the first 30 episodes will always have a different place in my heart.

#yabani #asi x alaz #alaz soysalan

[gabessquishytum]

Okay, but the childhood friends AU where Hob fucks the whole Endless family before he gets to Dream.

And Dream is so angsty about it because why isn’t he good enough for Hob? What do his siblings have that he doesn’t?

He starts with Desire because of course he does. Desire loves fucking with Dream’s toys (and fucking Dream’s toys), so they flirt with Hob until he takes them to bed. Desire makes sure to flaunt their relationship in front of Dream whenever they’re given the chance. They end up having a relationship that lasts a few years, since Desire somehow finds themselves actually falling for Hob. This only increases their bitterness towards Dream, especially when Hob apologizes when he breaks up with them, saying that he never meant to hurt them, but he doesn’t think it’s right to continue loving Dream but dating Desire. Desire deserves better than that.

Destruction is Hob’s rebound, and Hob thinks he loves him for a while, but the second he looks at Dream he’s lost again. Destruction takes it in stride, but it hurts Hob nonetheless. Dream hears the loud moans coming from Destruction’s room almost every night.

Destiny is a hookup. He tells Hob not to lose hope of eventually getting Dream, but Hob just lets out a wet laugh. There’s lots of crying during the sex, but Hob will come back to Destiny occasionally throughout the years when he needs to be fucked. Dream sees Hob sext Destiny.

Despair he goes to for support as well. She pegs him until he’s sobbing, and it’s very cathartic. Desire and Despair have an argument over it, since Desire is still bitter over Hob, but they work it out in the end. Dream finds out about Despair and Hob when he overhears their arguments.

Freshly divorced Night and Time each get a chance with Hob, too. He’s only 18-20, but he’s happy to help them work out their frustrations. It feels a bit like absolution, anyway, getting used like that. The way they each speak to him like they want to speak to each other, with venomous words and rough hands, makes him feel the way he already felt, deep down. He eventually confesses to Dream that he’s been screwing them both when he realizes that it’s too much for him to keep quiet. This puts a further rift in Dream’s relationship with his parents.

Delirium is when they’re both much older. She’s only a one night stand, but she doesn’t have a filter, so Dream finds out directly from her.

He dates Eleanor for quite a while, until a freak accident takes her away from him. She’d known how he felt about Dream, but she also knew that Hob has enough space in his heart for more than one person at a time. He spends quite a few nights sobbing in Dream’s arms after her death.

Finally, he tries to use his devilish charms on Death, but she’s smarter than that. She lets Hob come over to her place then sits him down for an impromptu therapy session where she can tell him to get over himself and just go for Dream. Dream saw Hob flirting with Death, though, and heard her invite him home, so he thinks they actually went through with it. He’s so betrayed that his sister, the only one in the family who he’s confided in about his doomed love with Hob, would then go and take Hob for herself. He remembers her saying she had a little bit of a crush on Hob when they were both little, but he thought she wouldn’t act on it, knowing how much Hob means to him.

And when they finally get together decades after they first fell in love, Hob gets to tell Dream all about how Dream was always the one he wanted and the others were the closest he could get to the real thing.

(And maybe, just maybe, after a lot of communication between Hob and Dream, Hob gets to go back to being the Endless family bicycle. Hob is free use for the family, but everyone knows they need to step aside the second Dream wants him. It makes insatiable slut Hob so happy to feel useful and loved, and Dream loves knowing that, no matter how much the others care about Hob, Hob is his)

-🎮 anon (still don’t know if this is free or not 😭)

Lowkey I am obsessed with endless fam bicycle Hob..... I can literally ship him with all the siblings no problem. I had NOT considered him with Night and Time before though???? Genuinely very interested in what that would do to his dynamic with Dream. Is it the ultimate betrayal that leads to Dream severing all contact with him? Or is it the catalyst for some absolutely extraordinary hate sex? I'm not sure yet but I am INVESTED.

Getting back to Endless fam having Hob for free-use... I love it. I think Hob would love it. He's in love with Dream, head over heels, but he's fond of all the others and he's very fond of being fucked and degraded and used in all kinds of interesting ways. The Endless all lean towards being doms, so Hob is basically living his subby dreams...

And yes! I christen thee 🎮 anon!

#🎮 anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #hob x the endless

[cdreambur]

au where famous musician wilbur and popular streamer dream meet at their therapist's office.

they're both there for the same reason: overcoming their childhood abuse. though they come from different sides of the spectrum.

wilbur's parents always paid too much attention, and every little detail they didn't like (his friends, his sexuality, his passions, his existence) was punished with hits and kicks and belt lashes until wilbur was nothing but a shadow of the person he used to be.

dream's parents never cared at all. he was pushed aside and ignored by people that would rather go on business trips than spend a second of their time with their son. disregarded until he started to believe that maybe, he just didn't deserve to be loved.

they're similar and at the same time different enough that puffy decides it might be a good idea for them to talk to each other.

their first meeting is a little strange since puffy didn't tell them who the other was, and both are surprised when they suddenly stand across from the person their respective younger sibling idolizes.

their first sessions are simple, the two of them getting to know each other a little while puffy sits in the corner, encouraging them to continue if a pause lasts too long.

and after a few weeks, things start to shift a little when dream looks into wilbur's warm brown eyes and feels enough trust to mention his parents and his past experiences with them in a couple of sentences.

if puffy's smile that he can see from the corner of his vision is anything to go by, it was the right decision.

over the course of their next meetings, dream opens up more and more about his parents' lack of care and love, about how it made him believe that he wasn't good enough for them or anyone else.

he's supported by puffy's praise in their one-on-one sessions and wilbur's unexpected but welcome understanding of dream's situation.

he doesn't pity him, never anything but quiet sadness in his eyes, and at one point, he starts holding dream's hand, somehow knowing exactly how to ground him when the words feel like they're going to choke him.

dream never realizes why until one day, a few months into their arrangement, he mentions, "sometimes i wanted them to hit me. i would've taken the pain if it meant they were paying attention to me for once."

and wilbur tenses up beside him.

his breath is coming very fast all of a sudden, and when dream notices and turns to him, wilbur is curled into himself, hands shaking.

dream feels out of his depth, gaze searching the room before it finds puffy, who's nodding and smiling at him encouragingly.

he takes a deep breath and reaches out, interlacing their fingers in the way wilbur usually does.

it makes the brunet look up at him, wide eyes meeting his before wilbur swallows and ducks his head again.

and then, soft and quiet, "for me, it was always the other way around. i would've given everything for them to just ignore me. to not hurt me anymore."

dream finally, finally, gets why puffy put them together, why she thought they could help each other. why wilbur seemed to understand his experiences better than anyone else around him.

so, just like wilbur did for him, dream listens.

listens as wilbur describes the horrors he went through. as he talks about the pain he lived with every day for almost twenty-three years before he was finally able to leave. as he lifts up his shirt to show dream the scars lining his stomach, reminders of an angry father, an uncaring mother, and a heavy leather belt.

that day, the two of them leave puffy's office with their hands still entwined, each other's numbers in their phones, and a promise to get coffee together next week and share happier memories.

#tw for talk about child abuse #but yay two traumatized people helping each other feel a little bit better :D #anyway not proofreading this because i'm tired lmao #if you find any mistakes no you didn't #dreambur #c!dreambur #madduo #au ideas