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What is Broken I (Aemond Targaryen x Pregnant Wife!Reader)

The war, the "Dance of the Dragons," as they have come to call it, is over. And yet, you are not celebrating. You have just learned that your husband, Prince Aemond, spent the last months of the war with another woman in his bed. Not only that, but his mistress is pregnant. Just like you...

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader (third person, no use of Y/N), side Aemond Targaryen x Alys Rivers

Warnings: Angst, pregnancy and related symptoms, infidelity, some pushing and hitting

Author's Note: It's finally here! Sorry y'all, this month a) I found out my dog has terminal cancer, b) I got covid, and c) my laptop randomly went kaput in the middle of an episode of the West Wing. But it's finally here! As it says on the taglist, this will be a three-part series.

Taglist is done via reblogs

What is Broken

It was a lovely night in King’s Landing.

There was not a cloud to be seen for miles, and the stars were bright and twinkling. The waters of Blackwater Bay were calm and reflected the full moon as clearly as a freshly polished mirror. Even the wind seemed in a pleasant mood, carrying the sweet scent of spring on its back as it drifted lazily through the windows of the Red Keep.

Every bit of it grated on her heart like a whetstone across dull steel.

The worst night of one’s life should not be so lovely, she thought. It should be terrible. With storms and an angry sea, and perhaps even a raging fire somewhere in the distance.

If the night had been so, she would not have seen it when, only a few moments ago, a massive winged form landed in the fields just outside the city with a lowing wail, the last person she wanted to see strapped to its back. Thankfully, Aemond was far enough away that she could not make him out against the mass of his mount.

The people would cheer him in the streets as he rode toward the castle. The victorious Prince, returning after long months at war, having not only ended the war itself but avenged the deaths of his eldest sister, brother, and his little nieces and nephews.

Daemon Targaryen and his dragon had perished above the God’s Eye, the waters below boiling when their bodies fell into its depths.

With the Rogue Prince gone, the war was swiftly over. Rhaenyra was killed, her last remaining son taken as King Aegon’s ward, and the royal host returned to King’s Landing victorious. Even Cregan Stark had agreed to halt his advance South, redirecting to Harrenhal for peace talks.

Harrenhal. A cursed place, now to be the site of great diplomacy.

Even thinking about the horrible castle was enough to turn her stomach.

A letter detailing exactly what had occurred within those melted stone halls during the war, written by the late Prince Daemon himself, sat on her vanity. A final act of retribution against his soon-to-be killer.

She knew that her husband was only returning home because of the letter.

My dear Princess, Despite the conflict between our sides of the family, I have always thought you a rather sweet girl. Therefore, it is with the deepest regret that I must now shoulder the burden of informing you of your beloved husband’s improper conduct during this awful conflict…

A pang of nausea shot through her stomach as she remembered the words.

A mistress… some Strong bastard… called Alys, my spies tell me… every night, without fail… from the very first week… another bastard babe in the whore’s witchly womb…

There was a pounding from within her, soft thumps and kicks as the life inside her own womb became unsettled by its mother’s roiling emotions. She laid a hand over her belly, whispering soothing words she did not believe to try and calm it – and herself.

Once, she would never have believed Daemon’s stories. But then word came that, after the final battle, Aemond returned to Harrenhal for less than an hour before he again mounted Vhagar and flew for King’s Landing. It was not like Aemond to make such swift decisions. Nor did it strike her as the action of an innocent man.

When she called for Ser Willis Fell, her heart had been filled with hope that the new Lord Commander of the Kingsguard would dispel her worries. That she had only allowed herself to consider the possibility of Aemond’s infidelity because her mind was addled by her delicate condition.

“My princess, I cannot, in good conscience, tell you a lie…”

She had screamed then. And cried. And possibly thrown things at the Kingsguard, but she couldn’t entirely remember.

All she could remember was how Aemond kissed her on the day he left for Harrenhal. Deeply and passionately. Until she could feel his love for her as clearly as her own heartbeat. Then he knelt before her and placed a single, tender kiss to her belly, to where they had only just learned that their babe grew.

Less than a moon’s turn later, he had taken another woman to his bed, and seeded her, too.

Now he was returning home – in haste.

He knew, then. That Daemon had let slip his secret. Perhaps it had even been the Rogue Prince’s last words. Spat in Aemond’s face in the seconds before his body tumbled into the lake below. Had she not been caught in the crossfire, she might have admired it for the masterful manipulation it was.

But in seeking to destroy Aemond, Daemon had destroyed her as well.

She was broken from her thoughts by the distant sound of people cheering. Aemond was making his way through the city more quickly than she thought. The streets weren’t as crowded as she hoped they would be this late at night.

It was late. Far later than she had become accustomed to. These days, she was often in bed and asleep not long after the sun had set, hoping that she would somehow find a full night’s sleep. Never to any avail.

For a moment, she thought of slipping beneath the blankets and pretending to be asleep so she would not have to speak to Aemond until the morning. But he would only crawl into bed with her, and then he would see when she inevitably woke…

That was not a conversation she wanted to have today. Really, there was no conversation she wanted to have with Aemond, only that which must be had.

She was resolved that Aemond would not find her weeping or stewing in heartbreak. No, she would not let him think he held such power over her, even if he did. He always had, even when they were young children.

So, she resumed her nightly routine as though nothing was wrong, as if she was entirely unaffected by his betrayal. Sitting at her vanity, she began to unbraid her hair. Her maids usually did it for her, but she had dismissed them the moment she read Daemon’s letter, not wanting to see their pitying faces for longer than she had to.

Since learning she was with child, everyone – including her maids – fussed over her constantly. It was not without reason, she knew. There was indeed very good reason why everyone was so concerned about her. But after six months, she was tired of it.

Just the simple act of taking her braids out and brushing through her loose hair by herself brought a welcome feeling of independence that she had not felt in some time. Perhaps ever.

That feeling slowly faded away as the cheering and celebration from the city came closer and closer, until she could hear gauntleted hands clapping in the castle courtyard below.

Aemond was here.

Her hand fell to cradle her stomach and was immediately met by three quick thumps against her palm. She knew the child did not understand what was happening and was only responding to the touch itself, much in the same way a cat arches its back when petted.

Still, it comforted her. It made her feel like she was not alone.

“Kirimvossi, rūhossas,” she whispered with a smile before resuming brushing her hair.

Her smile did not last.

Sooner than she had hoped, she heard the clanking of armor as the guards outside her door straightened, bowed, then retreated.

A shiver went through her, stealing the air from her chest while cold gathered in her heart and began sinking to her stomach. Dragging her brush through her hair suddenly took great effort, as did every breath.

Yet it was surprisingly easy to banish the tears forming in her eyes and school her face into tired neutrality. To glance only once at the figure now lingering in the doorway before turning away without acknowledging him.

She did not know if it was strength or cowardice.

He called her name, his voice rasping and low – desperate. “We must speak.”

She did not respond. She didn’t even look at him.

Aemond sighed, calling her name again. “Please, my love. Look at me.”

Still, she did not move.

“Ābrazȳrītsos,” he said, a hint of command slipping into his plea. Little wife.

He had always loved calling her little. According to their mother, the first thing Aemond did when he saw her as a babe was exclaim, “She’s so little!”

Ever since, he’d been calling her little.

First, she was simply hāedus. Little sister.

Whenever she tried to follow Aemond when he went somewhere she wasn’t allowed or did something she wasn’t allowed to do, he would gently scold her, “Haedus, you’re too little.” Inevitably, she would cry. About half the time, her crying was enough to sway him.

Then, she became zaldrīzītsos. Little dragon.

“You’re my zaldrīzītsos,” he would say when she hugged him tightly after Aegon or one of the Strong boys mocked him for not having a dragon. She didn’t have one either, but she never felt she needed one, for she had Aemond.

For a time, she was maegītsos. Little witch.

Aemond had dubbed her so when she came to visit him in the Maester’s tower while he recovered from the loss of his eye. The Maester would give her some “special leaves” so she could brew a “magic potion” to help Aemond get better. In truth, the potion was simply tea. But Aemond always pretended that the potion had indeed worked miracles, just to make her happy.

Once he was healed, she was again zaldrīzītsos.

Since he finally had a true dragon, she worried that he would not want her anymore. When she came to him in tears one day as he was leaving the Keep to see Vhagar, he hugged her tightly and told her, “You will always be my zaldrīzītsos.” Then he brought her with him to ride Vhagar. It was the best day of her life.

Or it was, until the day they were officially betrothed, and she became raqiarzītsos. Little darling.

It was what he would call her every morning when he greeted her with a chaste kiss on the cheek. How he would summon her to his side at court events. What he moaned when they kissed unchastely each evening before saying goodnight.

She had been so excited when she became his ‘ābrazȳrītsos.’ The first time he had whispered it in her ear at the wedding feast, she’d blushed so brightly that their grandsire inquired about her health. The next time he said it, Aemond made sure they were alone.

Little sister. Little dragon. Little witch. Little darling. Little wife.

Always little.

Once, the names had made her heart flutter with delight. Now, they only prompted another wave of nausea.

Aemond was everything to her – he always had been. She thought he felt the same way, but it seemed she was wrong. To him, she was just “little.”

She flinched at the sound of his voice, of that word. How he spoke to her like she was some frightened animal poised to lash out.

Yet at the same time, her heart melted to hear the voice she loved so dearly after so long an absence. Merely the sight of him in the mirror sent a feeling of warmth and belonging flooding through her.

She hated him.

She loved him.

She was angrier at him than she had ever been in her life.

She wanted nothing more than to run into his arms.

She could do nothing but continue to brush her hair and stare into her reflection.

Aemond sighed, finally stepping into the room and shutting the door behind him. “You won’t even look at me, ābrazȳrītsos?”

She gave no answer.

He whispered her name again, “Abrazȳrītsos, please,” Aemond’s voice turned quiet as he reached her and set a hand on her shoulder as if to turn her around by force, but she wrenched herself out of his grip, staring down at the floor. Though she did not look at him, she could almost feel the misery on his face. “Please look at me.”

“If I look at you, I fear I will be sick,” she explained weakly. “I don’t want to harm the babe.”

His irritation began to surge, she knew it even without seeing him. His breathing quickened slightly, and she could hear the creaking of leather as he rolled his shoulders and balled his hands into fists – he had been so hurried he had not yet taken off his riding gloves.

“You are my wife,” he huffed. She could hear him attempt to contain the sharp edge of barely contained anger in his soft voice. At least he was considerate enough to hide it. “You are my sister – my blood. You love me as I love you, and you carry my child within you. Yet you cannot even look at me?”

Fury roared to life like a surging flame within her. How dare he be angry with her when he is the one who ruined everything?

“Why did you come back?” she spat back, quietly yet viciously.

His stare continued to weigh on her through the mirror. “I promised you the day I left that I would return to you when the war was done,” he said, half-smiling at the memory. “The war is over, so here I am.”

She shook her head. “The war is not over.”

“Of course, it is. Daemon and Rhaenyra are dead, and – ”

“The fighting is over,” she corrected. “But the war is not finished. Peace must still be brokered. As Prince Regent, that is your responsibility. Yet you are here rather than with the rest of the soldiers and politicians at Harrenhal. Why?”

She wanted him to be the one to say it.

Aemond sighed, raising a hand to touch her, then pulling away. “Is it so hard to believe that I missed you and simply couldn’t stand to stay away a moment longer?”

She was moving before she could process what she was doing, standing from the vanity and turning to face Aemond, her hand raised and ready to strike.

But he caught her arm by the wrist, stopping her moments before her palm could impact his cheek – his scarred cheek. His eye was wide, filled with sadness and shock in equal measure. He turned to look at her hand as if it was some kind of curiosity he had never seen before, like he couldn’t understand how it could ever be raised against him.

Tears were spilling down her cheeks when he turned back to her, and his expression gave over entirely to despair. Aemond opened his mouth, but words failed him.

He lowered her hand gently, bowing his head slightly to the right to give her an easier target.

It broke something within her.

She dove toward him, wrapping her arms around him as she cried into his chest, clinging to him as if he were her the only thing keeping her anchored to the ground.

But the moment Aemond moved to return the embrace, she shoved him away. It only moved him a step back, still within her reach. He did not move closer, and when she began to pound her fists furiously against his chest, he didn’t try to stop her.

“Why did you come back?” she demanded as she pushed him once more. “Why did you not just stay in Harrenhal with your whore and leave us alone?”

Aemond did not respond. His mouth hung open, but he said nothing. He could do nothing but stare at her, his eye flitting between her belly, where his child had grown –so much he could hardly believe it – in his absence, to her eyes.

Those eyes. A warm, rich brown that shone with gold in the firelight. It was Aemond’s favorite color. For whenever he saw it, in her eyes or their mother’s, he knew he was home.

But now those eyes he loved so dearly were filled with tears of his own making. He wanted nothing more than to see them dry and sparkling with love once more.

“Abrazȳrītsos, you must know I will always return to you,” he begged, stepping forward and cautiously placing a hand on her belly. Almost immediately, he felt a stirring within her, and a weak pushing against him.

His child.

Was it reaching for him, or pushing him away?

Before he could truly ponder either answer, his wife pulled away from him, her arms curling protectively around her abdomen.

He had to say something. Something to take her pain away, to make everything well again so he would have the chance to hold her and the babe. Even if it was a lie, he would say it if it made her forgive him.

“Raqiarzītsos,” he started, only for her to take another step away and scowl at him. He sighed as the realization of how deeply had hurt her truly sunk in. He softly called her name, “My love, it was one mistake. One moment of weakness, I swear –”

“Liar!” Her voice had grown rough with her fury, and Aemond flinched at the sound. He had never heard her shout like that, not even when she was a babe herself.

She saw his discomfort and reveled in it. Seeing him suffer a fraction of what she felt gave her a sinful spark of joy, one that she felt no need to beg forgiveness from the Seven for. She turned away from him and retrieved the letter from Daemon, panting as she looked over the words once more.

“A mistress now lies in your husband’s bed. She was a wetnurse at Harrenhal, some Strong bastard. She must be something truly special, for she is the only Strong – trueborn or bastard – to have survived Aemond’s rather thorough purging of the bloodline. I suppose it is now clear why. I have not been able to learn much about her. She is called Alys, my spies tell me.”

With smoldering eyes, she turned to Aemond and began to read aloud. “She reports to your husband’s chambers every night without fail, as she has done from the very first week he arrived at that cursed place. One of my spies even reported that he calls her to him after each battle or razing of some poor Riverlanders, as well as anytime he feels frustrated. It is no surprise, then, that there is another bastard babe in the whore’s witchly womb. Your brothers do have a fondness for seeding unsuitable women, don’t they?”

When she looked up from the letter, she found Aemond’s face set in anger, his fingers curled as though they were aching to grip his sword and run someone through. His eye flew from the letter to her face, the rage burning there only softening for a moment.

The left corner of Aemond’s mouth twitched upward involuntarily, and he jerked his head to the side to try and hide it. “You would believe Daemon’s word over mine, abrazȳrītsos? After all he has done?”

She let the letter drift back to the table. “If all I had was his word, I would not have believed it,” she explained. “But it is not only his word.”

Aemond exhaled slowly, looking away from her. Incensed as he was, he would not make her the target of his ire. Never her. “Will you tell me who else?”

“No,” she answered, shaking her head slightly. There was a dark glint in his eye that promised violent retribution upon whoever she would name. No one deserved torture, or perhaps even death, for telling the truth.

With a nod, Aemond closed his eyes and bowed his head. He would not press her further, though she knew he would likely still try to find out who it was by other means. But in that moment, she could not bring herself to care.

She was so tired.

She had anticipated a long fight, and thought she was ready for it. In the hours she waited for Aemond’s return, she had carefully tended the spark of her anger so it would burn only when she commanded. But the moment she saw him, it escaped her grasp and became a wildfire in a dry grassland. It was fierce, quick, and lethal. In an instant, it had consumed every bit of her strength, leaving only the barest smoldering remains in its wake.

After a few more silent moments, Aemond again opened his eyes and looked down at his wife.

“I will not insult your intelligence by trying to deny it any further,” he said, clenching his fist to stop himself from reaching for her, “and I know there is nothing I can say to excuse what I have done. But my love, I truly am sorry. For what I did, and for the hurt I have caused you.”

She stared at him, trying to detect and hint of insincerity. She found none.

“I love you. I know I have given you ample reason to doubt that but…” he swallowed thickly. “I do love you, abrazȳrītsos. I always have and I always will. I know in my heart that the gods made us for each other. And if they had fated us to others, I swear I would have defied their will and ripped them from the heavens so that I could love you.”

He licked his lips and removed his gloves before offering her his shaking hand.

Perhaps it was the result of the weariness pervading her entire being. Perhaps it was the tug of an unborn babe reaching out, somehow knowing its father was near. Perhaps it was the sliver of her soul that had always belonged to Aemond beckoning her to rejoin him and become whole again.

Whatever the reason, despite the protestations of her aching heart and her rational mind, she put her hand in his.

It did not fit as well as it used to.

If Aemond noticed, he did not acknowledge it. He raised their joined hands to his lips to kiss before resuming his plea. “I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, and I will understand if you do not give it, but for the sake of my heart and the love we share, I must ask it. Abrazȳrītsos, can you ever forgive me?”

The world fell silent, and so did she.

If she focused, she could hear her heartbeat, along with two others, thumping out three different rhythms. It was discordant, yet somehow comforting. She listened to it for a moment, trying to hear a melody within it. But there was nothing.

She turned her attention to her hand in Aemond’s grasp. There was a welcome heat where his skin touched hers, but also a tingling numbness. A slight discomfort, akin to wearing new gloves before they had softened and molded to her hands.

Then, she looked at Aemond. At the face that was more familiar to her than her own. It had changed in the last six months – more so than she would have expected. The color of his skin had deepened from so many days spent in the sun, and there were new blemishes that had not been there before. The shadows under his eyes, the roughness where it once was smooth, and the new smudge of a scar above the corner of his right brow.

All of it was strange. Known, yet unknown. Question, but no answer.

“I don’t know,” she whispered.

“What…” Aemond’s lip quirked again as he cupped her cheek with his free hand. “I don’t understand, what don’t you know, my love?”

She winced slightly at the foreign sensation of his hand against her skin. He had callouses now he didn’t have before. “I don’t know how to forgive you, or if I even want to. I just feel… tired.”

Aemond nodded, bowing his head once more to hide the disappointment he could not keep from his face, and looked at her belly. “Of course, you are tired,” he said, “I am sorry, I did not consider how late it was.”

She caught his eye flicking towards the bed – their bed, or at least, it used to be. A cold coil of panic began to wrap itself around her heart. He could not sleep here. He could not see…

“I would prefer if you slept elsewhere,” she said hastily before he could ask otherwise. “For tonight, I would like to be alone.”

Tears shone in Aemond’s eye for a moment, but he did not let them fall. He gave her a tight smile and again kissed her hand. “If that is what you wish, I will obey, but may I ask one thing?”

It would be foolish to say yes. Foolish to give him the opportunity to persuade her at all when she knew how easily he had always been able to sway her with his sweet words. Foolish to do anything but send him away immediately.

And yet…

“What would you ask?” she whispered, betrayed by the foolish little part of her heart and soul that was still and would always be his ‘hāedus.’

“I ask only for a few moments, and then I will leave, as you wish. But it has been half a year, abrazȳrītsos, since I have seen you, or heard your voice, or held you in my arms.” He squeezed her hand, drawing her attention to his face, open and earnest and pleading. “So for only a few moments, please, allow me to hold you again.”

His softly spoken words were like a siren’s song, and she began to feel faint as she struggled to resist falling under its spell. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, begging her mind to calm and think clearly.

“I promise, I will do nothing more than hold you,” he said, running his hand delicately over her cheek. “I just want to hold my wife.”

He did not deserve it, she knew. Nor did he deserve to be touching her as he did now, though she did not push him away. He did not even deserve her consideration of his request.

But it had been half a year for her, too.

Half a year with no one to kiss her good morning or good night. No one to carry her to bed when her legs and back ached. No one to hold her hair and whisper soothing words when she was sick.

She’d had her mother, her sister, and her maids. Even a Maester, at one very low point. But that was not the same. It was not the touch of a beloved husband.

Despite her anger, she was aching to be held by him.

“Just for a few moments,” she whispered through trembling lips. “Then you must leave.”

She did not have time to regret her decision before Aemond pulled her forward and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her forehead as he thanked her. And before she could pull away, he was turning her slowly, so her back was pressed flush against his chest.

“It’s alright,” he assured her when she made a soft noise of confusion. “Trust me, abrazȳrītsos.”

His hands skated down her arms, his touch featherlight and yet searing. She gasped as he began to cradle her belly, her head lolling back into his shoulder. If given one more breath, she would have pushed him away, but then…

He laced his fingers together and took the weight of her belly into his own arms.

It was a rapturous feeling, to have the burden of it lifted from her and her eternally aching spine, even for a moment. She sighed in relief and leaned back further into her husband. Gratitude flooded through her, and her hands flew to rest over his.

“Oh, Aemond,” she breathed into his neck.

Gods, she had missed him so much. Everything would have been so much easier if he’d been here to hold her like this. He had always known been able to help her, she should have known that even with their first child, he would somehow know what to do…

Her eyes snapped open, and her blood ran cold.

This was their first child, but it was not Aemond’s only child.

He had another, far away, within a different mother. A mother whom he had been there for as she grew, Who, thanks to her role as a wetnurse, would be able to teach him exactly how to help.

“Did you hold Alys like this?”

Aemond stiffened behind her, and his grip tightened. “Abrazȳrītsos…”

“Don’t lie to me, Aemond. Not anymore.”

Silence, then…

“Yes, I did.”

She seized his hands and ripped them apart, tearing herself out of his grasp as quickly as she could, heedless of him reaching for her. Stumbling, she crossed the room before turning back to him, eyes blazing through new tears.

“Do not ever touch me like you touched her,” she spat. Her rage had reignited, the barren grassland now an endless field of flame.

Aemond’s mouth hung open as he looked to her in despair, his arms held helplessly in front of him. His voice broke as he said her name – a plea. “I just wanted to hold you. To help you.”

“And you did. For a few moments, just as you asked. Now leave, as you promised.”

He was looking at her like she was a wild beast, primed to lash out should he make one wrong move. But she didn’t mind, for that was exactly what she felt like. He had made her feel that way, and she hated him for it.

Aemond just stood there, and she could see his mind working desperately to figure out what to say to placate her. She would not give him the chance.

“Leave!” she screamed, her voice ripping its way out of her throat, burning as it went. She could not help but wonder if that was what dragons felt when they breathed fire.

Lowering his arms, Aemond nodded. “I will leave, abrazȳrītsos. Just as I promised. I am sorry.”

“I don’t care.” She meant it. His apology meant absolutely nothing to her raging, broken heart.

She watched him carefully as he turned and walked through the door, ready to rage at him again if she needed to. Perhaps she would actually breathe fire the next time.

Aemond did not try anything to soothe her or convince her to change her mind. The warrior prince knew when a battle was lost. But she knew he had not yet ceded the war.

That much was clear when he paused in the doorway, looking back at her in determination. “I love you, abrazȳrītsos, and nothing will ever change that.”

Then he closed the door, and was gone.

But she could not stop crying, for she knew he would return.

Worse, she knew that as angry as she was, she loved him, too. And nothing would ever change that, either.

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Dad! and Husband!Rooster. Wife!Reader is not name nor is she physically described. OC!Bradshaw son is named Kai with the 'callsign' Duckie. Limited physical description (i.e. 'he has his dad's smile') but nothing that would indicate race/ethnicity

CW: (Referenced) Biological Child (Kai), I don't think there's anything major, but this will be updated as extra segments are uploaded

COMPLETED SERIES

Three Generations

Summary: Rooster is married. Maverick found out when the paperwork got filed with the Navy, but he doesn’t have a chance to ask Rooster about it until after the mission

A Day with Duckie

Summary: Maverick takes Kai to the zoo for the day and finds out why Rooster was so insistent upon needing a babysitter.

One Shots

Wedding Day - Fem!Reader

CW: Mentions of Pregnancy

Summary: It's Bradley's wedding day and he can't wait to see his wife.

First Word - Fem!Reader (Wife!Reader)

Summary: You and Rooster make a bet about your daughter's first word.

First Time Father - Gen Fic

CW: Hospital Visits, Light Angst

Summary: It's Rooster's first time alone with his baby daughter. But when she comes down with a fever under his watch, Rooster seriously doubts his abilities as a father.

Don't Go to Bed Angry - Fem!Reader (Wife!Reader)

CW: Arguments; Martial Strife; Storming Off; Some Angst

Summary: You and Rooster have an argument and he storms off.

Grand-Mav and Baby Chick - Gen Fic

CW: Parental Stress; Implied IceMav

Summary: Rooster needs a babysitter for his son last minute. Maverick volunteers.

Lost in History - Kazansky!OC (Delilah)

CW: Cheating/Infidelity (Does Not Actually Occur, But is Discussed); Fighting (Verbal and Briefly Physical); Angst; Serious Misunderstandings (You'll See); Anger/Rage; Crying

Summary: Rooster finds his girlfriend and Hangman having dinner one night in Hangman's house. He reacts accordingly.

Bumping Beach Bikini - Wife!Reader

CW: Pregnancy

Summary: Rooster admires the view of his pregnant wife on the beach.

Honey, I'm Home - Wife!Reader

CW: Kids; Talk of Pregnancy but Not Actually

Summary: Rooster comes home from work and takes care of his family.

Merry Ex-Mas - Naval Officer!Reader

CW: Cheating/Infidelity (Not Between Reader and Rooster); Implied Sexual Content/Suggestive Content

Summary: After surprising your boyfriend doesn’t go as planned, you spend Christmas with Rooster.

What if I Never Get Over You? - Naval Aviator!Reader (Callsign: Nova)

CW: Exes To Lovers; Jealousy; Somewhat Toxic Relationships; Implied Sexual Content

Summary: Rooster and Nova broke up a few months ago. With the Dagger Squad party looming, can they prove that they're over each other?

Target Acquired - Female!Reader

Summary: Amelia gets her first period while Rooster is left in charge of her. He is forced to ask for help from the first woman he sees, which just so happens to be you.

Life's Too Short - GN!Reader

CW: Toxic Work Environment; Angst

Summary: Your life has been completely taken over by your toxic job. Rooster gives you the support you need to leave it behind.

#tgm masterlist #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw x oc #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #top gun masterlist #tgm #top gun: maverick #top gun maverick #top gun #bradley bradshaw fic #bradley bradshaw #rooster top gun #rooster bradshaw #rooster #k’s masterlist

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benwvatt · 1 year

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my recent kataang fics!

hi! I’ve written a few kataang stories recently and would love to share them. AO3 links included! And there are more fics under the “read more.”

my darling, how long do you want to be loved? is forever enough? is a rated-G oneshot about the two of them bonding over Katara’s pregnancy.

Katara laughs and buries her head in the crook of Aang’s neck. In bed, he’s been tracing lazy figure eights across the small of her back. “How did we get here?”

“Well, we left the Earth King’s party after thirty-seven minutes-”

Still laughing. Aang can feel her head shake against his chest, like a magnolia raining leaves in a storm. He wants to close his eyes as long as possible and memorize the ebbs and flows of her joy, the imprints it makes in the air.

“Oh, right! And we stole dumplings,” Katara adds gently, “wrapped in napkins in my purse! I’ll never get the grease stains out.” If only oil and water were similar, she could lift the marks with a swish of her hand.

“I guess you’ll just have to use regular ol’ soap and water. Like a peasant.”

“Like a fool!”

in reverence, my cup runneth over for you is a rated-T one-shot about Katara and Aang dancing in their kitchen.

They will raise children here someday. Aang wants a daughter with whom to dance in the kitchen. Together they will shift, clumsy under skeins of moonlight; he’ll toddle around, practicing steps by letting their girl stand on his feet. She will teach him the extra-extra-cool dance moves, picked up from magazines or some technology not yet invented, because grown-ups simply don’t understand.

Aang kisses Katara. Oh, she is going to be the rest of his life. The sheer notion of this runs through his mind like a horse unbridled.

“I love the kitchen,” she finally murmurs, hugging him closer. “No need to worry, not with me.”

He already knew, but a reminder never hurts.

He talks to her about the wilder dreams (not wildest, for those have already come true) and they waltz over dusty floorboards that leave speckles on the bottoms of their shoes. The kitchen will be furnished another time. Tonight is for dancing.

you’ve got me more than clumsy, but you’re my yellow lovely is a fluffy rated-G oneshot about Katara taking care of Aang while he’s sick.

“Honey,” Aang murmurs, two full syllables this time. Voicing anything hurts at the moment 一 he’s taken ill this week 一 but he has to catch her attention. “Katara.”

She groans. “Yeah?”

“You gotta go. I - I’m gonna get you sick if you stay any longer.”

Her head shakes ‘nope’ and Aang can feel the brush of her hair against his neck. You could hear a pin drop. Even the crickets have ceased chirping tonight.

“I’m not fun to be around.”

“That’s a lie,” she whispers. “Can I kiss you?” He’s been trying not to get her sick all week, and she ought to ask before moving any closer.

“I miss you.” Aang wraps his arms around her and leans in. “I don’t think I should kiss you. Germs. Disease. Y’know, plague and death.”

“How did we get to death?”

i’d paint a river of stars for you (cross the ocean sapphire blue) is a romantic AU about Kataang getting together in the South Pole, set in a world where the war never happened and Aang routinely visits Katara and he’s super in love with her. Rated T!

Aang looks down at her hand. She’s still wearing the friendship bracelet he wove for her out of linengrass.

He wants, not for the first time, to press his hand to her face and kiss her. He wonders if her cheeks would be cold against his. Hasn’t ever been close enough to check. Aang moves his thumb an inch until it’s over hers.

He looks at her. Is this okay?

Moonbeams wash into the bedroom through the ice. She might be blushing but he can’t quite tell.

Do you want this? Do you want me? he tries to communicate with his gaze. He was never very good at this. Monks are taught to let go of desire, not harbor it deep inside.

when the ice forgives is an AU in the works. In which, post-series, Kya is discovered sleeping in an iceberg and Katara’s whole family bond over the discovery that she’s alive. Katara & Aang are also engaged in this story and they’re very sweet.

“Were you preparing something in the kitchen?” Aang asked. He’d slept in, and he was hungry.

“I… might have been.” She pursed her lips for a moment, then let the grin wash away any hint of neutrality on her face. “Okay, there’s some baozi. And I was wondering if you wanted to eat hot pot for lunch? That was, uh, the noise you heard.”

She was so comforting. Everything about it, from her culinary plans to her one morning cup of tea, stolen from him, was predictable. He loved her. He told her, and they curled into the bed. Katara laid down, absentmindedly stroking her thumb across Aang’s cheekbone, and reminded him he was a sap. An honest, lovable one, but still.

“I like you,” she whispered. The words hung in the white, almost silver, morning light. They were predictable too, and Aang couldn’t get enough of them. “I like you very much.”

He kept his gaze on her and ran his thumb over the curve of her eyebrow, down her cheek until he was tracing her bottom lip. “You’re so…” and he kissed her before saying, “special. I didn’t think I could meet somebody like you. Someone so uncommonly kind.”

#kataang #kataangtag #katara #aang #aang x katara #katara x aang #atla #atla fanfic #kataang fanfic #kataang fic #benwvatt

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ectogeo-rebubbles · 4 months

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for fanfic end of the year asks

16. (you can list them all or give me a count total of the # of stories you wrote this year.)

😈. (My own question). All the ships you wrote this year and the number of times you tagged for each.

Hehehe yaaaay, more questions, thank you! ^_^ (fanfic end of the year asks)

[EDITED on Dec 31, 2023 to account for my insane December writing binge]

16. fic(s) you completed this year

31 fics!!! 7 of those were drabbles (that is, exactly 100 words long, which is what drabble means), 3 of them were written for a challenge that strictly limited the length to 250 words, and the other 21 were one-shots of varying length. I'm grouping them like this because the word count limitations def produces a different style of fic than when I can just write as many words as I need in order to tell the story I want to tell. XD Anyway, I've also included brief notes after each fic title about which fic is which, bc I can never remember my own fic titles so how can I expect you to, lmaooo.

drabbles

wrapped up in books: the mortifying ordeal & hearts on a shelf (Garashir + books)

your move (Garashir + board games)

With a Bow (Garashir + gift giving)

Presence (Garashir pre-slash + The Wire)

waiting in vain (Sloan POV Garashir)

dirty little secret (ITPM Siskarak)

250-word ficlets

intergrown (Kireiko + the trauma of pregnancy)

all the things she said (Kireiko + cheating)

these sordid kinds of things (Kirawinn + power plays)

the rest of my fics

cover your hand with mine (Garashir fake dating to real dating speedrun)

the next thirty (old married Garashir)

on point like a laser (OMB Garashir)

The Inherent Homoeroticism of Citizenship Paperwork (post-canon Garashir + greencard marriage. by me and @sapphosewrites)

Whisper a Dangerous Secret (Garashir + secrets. also by me and sapphose)

home is wherever I'm with you (Garashir + Garak exile angst + Second Skin)

The Chloe Aka Incidents: nothing to hide & only bought this dress so you could take it off (OMB AU feat. holo!Siskarak and Garashir getting together)

save me from the dark (Garashir + mad scientist Julian bringing Garak back to life + The Wire)

the world will never take my heart (Garashir pre-slash + Julian getting beat up by Jem'Hadar + In Purgatory's Shadow/By Inferno's Light)

uninvited (Sloan vs Garak + Garashir)

sleeping with the enemy (Goran'ashir)

a little less alone (Garak/Odo)

conduit (Kirawinn crack fic + sexual religious ceremonies)

nightmare (Sloanshir + noncon somno)

seat of power (one-sided Disko with Dukat wanting desk sex)

physical (Garashir + infirmary sex)

lose the battle, win the war (Sloanshir + Julian letting Sloan fuck him as part of a plan to bring down s31)

don't rain on my parade (Garashir + OMB + airplane sex + so much cum)

the calm after the storm (Garashir getting together + haircuts + post-IPS/BIL)

expectant (Garashir + pregnancy kink + the episode Cardassians)

😈. (My own question). All the ships you wrote this year and the number of times you tagged for each.

Oooh, I love your question 😈 <3 Here's all the ship tags I used on my fics for the year:

Julian Bashir/Elim Garak (21) Elim Garak/Benjamin Sisko (2) Kira Nerys/Keiko O'Brien (2) Julian Bashir/Luther Sloan (2) Kira Nerys/Winn Adami (2) Dukat/Benjamin Sisko (one-sided) (1) Elim Garak/Odo (1) Julian Bashir/Goran'Agar (1) Elim Garak & Luther Sloan (1) Hippocrates Noah/holo!Elim Garak (1) lowkey unrequited sloanshir (1) (this is the only freeform tag I used this year I'm including, and just because it amuses me ^_^)

#ask game #fanfic end of year asks #my fic #i'm trying to finish up at least one more WIP #so i may update this later lol #EDIT: I did update this later! and what an update it is!

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neteyamsoare · 3 months

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Is it ok if you do a Neteyam X OC series with smut and breeding kink/pregnancy? It’s one of my OCs where she is the twin sister of Spider Soccoro named Teresa but goes by Terra (After the show Terra Nova which Stephen Lang/Quaritch was in). When she and Spider was born, she was presumed stillborn due to her not breathing, but through Eywa she was revived just minutes after birth, which was a miracle to Paz (Terra and Spider’s mother), and after the war she became childhood best friends to Neteyam, and even though she was Quaritch’s daughter, Neytiri somewhat respected her, mostly because of her bond with Neteyam, but she was the first human to tame an Ikran, who’s named Storm (Based off of HTTYD Forbidden Friendship Scene and Frontiers Of Pandora). She has the ability to breathe Pandoran air, and over the years she fell in love with Neteyam, but when her the humans and her father returns along with Spider being captured, this put a strain on her and Jake’s relationship as she was a father figure she needed in life, as he basically abandoned Spider in her mind, and after Lo’ak bonded with Payakan, they got into a huge argument about him, saying he’s “emotionally neglecting” Lo’ak and Neteyam, and called Jake a coward for not being able to finish what he started 16 years ago, making her run away in anger. As she’s flying with Storm, she found Ro’a and her calf being hunted, and managed to rescue them, but at the cost of sacrificing herself, causing her to be captured by the Recoms. And during the Skirmish Of The Three Brothers (the final battle in Way Of Water) she saved Neteyam’s life but gets shot in the process, as she laid dying, she confesses her feelings for Neteyam, and passes away in his arms. After the funeral, Eywa gave her a Na'vi body, similar to Thalia being resurrected in the second Percy Jackson movie, as a hybrid between Omatikaya and Metkayina. He then takes her to the Metkayina’s Lotus Lagoon, and they mate before Eywa, and soon she ends up pregnant with twins. They found out about the twins this way in the clip here. https://youtu.be/hUhUDrf_qeM?feature=shared

But all in all, a happy ending. This is pics of Terra and her Ikran, Storm.

hi love, as much as i like your request, im only accepting reqs with prompts for my 2k event at the moment. also i don’t write character x oc content, only x reader on this blog. i also never seen httyd or the second percy jackson movie (i saw half of it when i was younger but i don’t remember anything from it) or terra nova. i hope you can find someone to write this for you tho. ☺️

#ಣ : notifications #ಣ : lurkers

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bloodofthefates · 6 months

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x. “there’s a killer storm going on outside, so unless you want to disappear under mysterious circumstances, i suggest you get comfortable." for Hayley from @3katanas

The irony of his use of the word killer was not lost on her, but Hayley was in no mood for any attempts at humor to divert her attention. It seemed like anything and everything was out to kill her these days and she felt like she was practically crawling out of her skin, the phase of the moon close to full and with her condition unable to shift to her wolf form where she felt most comfortable around this time. The rest of the pack would’ve already turned without her, hunting and roaming the bayou and bordering woods all while she and Zoro were cooped up in the small cabin at the edge of the waterfront dock. The tin roof was barely holding the deluge at bay, the sound of torrential rain and winds as deafening and irritating as the creaks in the old worn floorboards as she continued to pace the same path back and forth just in front of the front door. The small layout didn’t allow for much room beyond the few pieces of rudimentary furniture and wood burning stove with adjoining kitchenette but Hayley couldn’t be persuaded to sit still in her current state. Wired and wound up from her wolf nature warring within her against the combination of pregnancy hormones is what had earned her getting exiled to the cottage in the first place. It had been deemed safer by everyone that she try to remain as far away from Klaus as possible after one explosive argument that had resulted in the untimely murder of some of Marcel’s grunt force vampires. “Easy for you to say, how the hell am I supposed to get comfortable in my own body when there’s a whole other person taking over it.” She snapped at him, crossing her arms above her growing belly as she shot a glare in Zoro’s direction where he lounged comfortably and far too casually on the single bed in the corner. She ran her hands over her baby bump apologetically, never really blaming her baby for her current state or mood but instead knew it had much more to do with feeling like a caged animal when the creature within her desired nothing but freedom. “Besides. If I went missing for a while I think it would solve most.. No. All of our problems actually.”

#3katanas #✲ HAYLEY MARSHALL [ interaction ]#✲ HAYLEY MARSHALL [ dynamic ] RORONOA ZORO

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ao3feed-rhaenicent · 5 months

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#ao3feed #fanfic #rhaenicent #alicent hightower #rhaenyra targaryen #hotd

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ao3feed--reylo · 1 year

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Wet Dream at 20,000 Feet

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/lIeJpvo

by Anonymous

Rey Niima hates storms . . . Especially a storm on an airplane . . . Especially a storm on an airplane when a monster is standing on the plane’s wing. But at least her monster hallucination is kind of hot, until he starts tampering with the plane’s engine. (A crack fic based on the “Nightmare at 20,000 Feet” episode of The Twilight Zone, and written for The Twilight Zone Reylo Collection)

Words: 6642, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Rey (Star Wars), Kylo Ren, Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Ben Solo, Kaydel Ko Connix, Poe Dameron, Chewbacca (Star Wars)

Relationships: Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rey & Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Kylo Ren/Rey, Kylo Ren & Rey, Rey/Ben Solo, Rey & Ben Solo

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Science Fiction, Alternate Universe - Creatures & Monsters, Alternate Universe - Crack, Reylo - Freeform, Inspired by The Twilight Zone, Twilight Zone References, Star Wars References, Human/Monster Romance, Science Fiction, Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Fluff and Crack, Humor, Fluff and Humor, Fluff, Airplanes, Gremlins, Monsters, Courting Rituals, Mating Rituals, Wooing, Mating, Misunderstandings, Human Rey (Star Wars), Oblivious Rey (Star Wars), Virgin Rey (Star Wars), POV Rey (Star Wars), Monster Kylo Ren, Oblivious Kylo Ren, Virgin Kylo Ren, POV Kylo Ren, Age Difference, Older Man/Younger Woman, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Shameless Smut, Fluff and Smut, First Time, Loss of Virginity, Vaginal Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, monster fucking, Monsterfucking, Daddy Kink, Breeding Kink, Pregnancy Kink, Reylo Baby, Parents Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, One Shot

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/lIeJpvo

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Star Wars #Star Wars Sequel Trilogy #Reylo #Rey #Ben Solo #Kylo Ren #AO3 #ne

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lilyharvord · 3 years

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So I could be completely wrong but I remember seeing an ask about a prompt where Mare gets pregnant during the war and she's having symptoms like morning sickness etc but she doesn't want to tell anyone cause she's not sure if she wants to keep the baby yet so she's like low key struggling. and Cal's being all protective af cause that's just the muffin he is and cause he secretly wants the baby etc etc. (I could be so wrong I just couldn't find it back in ur feed) and you said you could possibly write it. Is that something you're working on or should I let that one go haha. I love ur writing!!!! That prompt just gave me all the cute feels lol.

okay yes, I think there was an ask where I said I would do that. I can’t for the life of me find it either which means I didn’t tag it and it has now been lost to the abyss that is my page ): But for you darling, here is the order of fics currently on my TBDRNNL (to be done right now not later) pile:

1. Finish Chapter 11 of the Chain

2. Finish/Post the Office AU sexy times one shot (cause I got people climb up the wall of my inbox like horny little zombies demanding it)

3. For the love of God finish another chapter of Song of the Phoenix (my girl Coriane deserves so much better than what I’m doing for her ): )

4. Write the one shot for this Prompt

5. Finish 2 more parts of Top Secret Project 1 so I can post the first chapter

6. Outline Top Secret Project 2 so I can line that up after I finish TSP1. (: (it’s low key a fun one and I want it to be good which it why its currently marinating in its own plot juices)

#(*ask lily*)#(*shut up lily*)#okay I'm tagging this one #War Storm Pregnancy One shot #now I will be able to find it #red queen #glass sword #kings cage #war storm #broken thone #post broken throne #okay I've got an exam tomorrow and thursday and monday #but I will be hard at work trying to complete the next chapter of the chain #that way I can start getting to the rest of these

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m-jelly · 2 years

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Hi Jelly!! I honestly adore the way you write Levi, it's just so adorable with him being so lovesick and adorable. And since the constant crying in the anime at the moment has me exhausted to say the least (being in love with both Levi AND Eren can really take a toll on you lmao), can I request a canonverse one-shot (but still kinda an AU where the war isn't happening and things are just calm and normal) where Levi just comes back from an expedition that lasted a few days/weeks (honestly, just longer than the normal expeditions). He's married to the reader who's also a Scout but couldn't join him during the expedition bc they fell sick at the last moment. And And he comes back he just sees the junior Scouts going about taking care of his s/o and he's kinda confused but reader later him they're pregnant? Honestly I've just seen you write dad! Levi so many times I wanted to see what his reaction would be if he came to know he's gonna be a dad.

Totally fine if you don't write it, and a thank you in advance if you will💟💟

Take care and remember to stay hydrated!

Hello, my lovely! Of course, I'll write this. Don't you worry <3

A rush of emotions.

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: Canon world, couple, pregnancy, emotional, comfort, love, fluff, romance, happy ending.

Concept: Levi comes home from a long expedition with you in his heart and mind. Levi is filled with worry because the last time he saw you, you were being sick in the toilet. Levi's ready to embrace you in a loving hug, but he finds that the scouts that didn't go are making a fuss over you. He manages to get you away from the scouts so he can have you all to himself. As he shares a bath with you, he notices you are a little nervous, upset and distant. Levi asks what's going on and you finally confess you're pregnant. You expect him to be angry, but instead, he's happy and excited, but also a little bit terrified.

Suggestive sexual words warning for near the end and the end.

Levi felt so tired as he rode his horse back to the scout base. He'd been without you for almost a week. He wanted to rush back to his perfect wife and hold you tightly. You always made things better. He also wanted to ensure you were okay because when he left, you had been so sick.

He rode a little faster when he saw the base. He just wanted to see you smile, hear your voice and feel your touch. He raced past everyone to the stables as he was consumed with his memories of you.

He sorted his horse out, then sprinted inside the base and found you in the communal area with Armin, Sasha and Mikasa hovering around you. He frowned when Armin gave you medicine and Sasha made you eat as Mikasa supplied water.

Levi knew he needed a wash, but you were a priority. He stormed over to the group. "Tch, oi? What's going on here?"

Armin flinched a little. "C-Captain. We were just helping squad leader Ackerman."

Mikasa hummed. "She didn't feel too well."

Sasha nodded. "She needs more food."

Levi looked down at you as you sat on the chair. "You're sick still?"

You blushed a little and looked at the scouts and gave them a look to stay quiet because they all knew, especially Sasha because you'd taken her under your wing. "A little, but I'll be okay now thanks to these three. Right?"

Mikasa nodded. "Agreed. We should go. Captain has this."

Levi offered his hand to you. "Come on, brat." He pulled you to your feet, then looked over to the scouts. "Tch, thanks for looking after her. I appreciate it."

You waved to everyone. "See you soon!" You hugged Levi's side. "I'm glad you're home. I missed you."

Levi hugged you tightly against him. "I need a bath. Do you want to join me?"

You nodded shyly. "Sure."

He led you to your shared office and room. "I'll start the bath."

You shook your head. "I will. You should change."

Levi frowned a little as you hurried past with your head down. He was suspicious of you and what was going on. He changed into more comfy clothes, then leaned in the doorway to the bathroom. "Something wrong?"

You gulped hard. "No."

He watched you closely. "Then why have you barely looked at me or touched me? I've been gone almost a week and you're a very affectionate person. I'm starting to feel like maybe I've done something."

You nibbled your lip and looked at Levi. You welled up making you turn away because you didn't want Levi to see you this way. "You've not done anything."

Levi walked over to you and pulled you into his arms. "Shh, it's okay." He rubbed your back. "Is it because it's the first time in years that we haven't been on an expedition together?"

You whined a little. "I love you."

"I love you too." He let you go, then cupped your face and kissed you. "I love you so much."

You shook as you cried more. "You won't."

He frowned. "I won't? What do you mean I won't?"

"I have a secret and it'll make you hate me and you'll divorce me and, and, and, and."

Levi hushed you. "Breathe, okay? Remember the technique I taught you."

You nodded and did the breathing technique to stop your panic attack. You relaxed a little. "I'm okay."

"Good." He let you go and turned the water off once the bath was full. "Okay, so talk. We promise each other we'd have no secrets and we'd reveal everything to each other."

Your rubbed your tears and sniffed. "Yeah."

He smiled a little. "I'll go first. Let me think about the last time I confessed something...I'm kind of up to date." He blushed bright red as a memory came to mind. "Ah, I umm...I remembered something." He cleared his throat. "While umm out on the expedition, I camped away from everyone else, like usual. Me and you always have a spot away from others so we can cuddle." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I might have had some thoughts about you and I...you know...as I thought about you."

You stared at Levi. "You got off on a thought of me?"

He put his head in his hands and groaned. "Yes. I had to go to the river after to clean up. No one was awake and noticed, but fuck me was I a little embarrassed."

You hummed a laugh. "I don't know why you're embarrassed. I touched myself as I thought about you while you were away as well."

Levi locked eyes with you and felt a rush of excitement. "Really?"

You nodded. "Yes, but that's not my secret."

He frowned a little. "Then what is it?"

You hugged yourself and lowered your head. "Levi, I'm pregnant."

Levi stared at you as the words sank in. He remembered how you'd been and it all made sense. You'd had cravings recently. Your breasts had gotten bigger and more sensitive, your skin was glowing a little and you had been sick. "Pregnant?"

You welled up and nodded. "Yes." You rubbed your tears away. "I'm so sorry. I understand if you want to leave me."

"Why would I leave you?"

You looked at Levi. "Because I got pregnant and we've never talked about kids."

Levi stood up. "Oi, oi, oi." He held your upper arms. "I got you pregnant, not you. You need my sperm to get pregnant."

You sniffed. "I guess."

He pulled you against him. "I'd never leave you, okay? Never."

"Levi, I don't want to get rid of this baby. I don't." You pushed him back and hung your head. "S-So, I understand if you want to leave me now."

Levi knelt in front of you and smiled softly with a beautiful sparkle in his eyes. "Never. I'll never leave you." He held your waist. "A baby." He laughed a little. "Our baby..." He kissed your stomach. "I promise you that I won't abandon you like my dad did and uncle. I'll be a good role model. I'll love you, look after you and care for you."

You shook. "Levi..."

He looked up at you. "I'm terrified about being a father with everything going on, plus being a parent is, but I'm more excited and happy. You are the love of my life. I love you more than life itself. I'd kill for you, both of you. My mother raised me by myself and it was fucking hard, so I'd never want that for you." He stood up and cupped your face. "I'll never leave you or the baby. I know I'll mess up, I know I'll make mistakes, I know I'll panic, I know I'll worry, but as long as I have you with me I know we can do anything together."

You sniffed and cried. "Levi. You mean it?"

He nodded. "I mean it. I want to do this. I want this kid. Holy shit." He let you go and paced the room. "I'm going to be a dad!" He laughed, then ran and tackled you into a hug making you squeal. He looked up at you and smiled. "You're going to be such a beautiful mother." He put you down. "I need to buy baby books. I'll start reading up on things. We have to buy a house too. I'll baby proof the house and I need to make sure I get baby safe cleaning products. Everywhere has to be spotless for the baby."

You giggled. "Levi, slow down."

He gazed at you. "No more being a member of the scouts. I want you living a safe and healthy life. I don't want you to die like my mother did. Our baby will grow up with a mother. I have to make sure everything is all clean and ready. I have to look after you."

You covered his mouth with your hand. "Stop." You let out a long sigh. "Stop for a moment, okay?" You sighed. "I was so scared telling you this, but you reacted in such a wonderful way. I need a moment to calm down a little."

He pulled your hand from his mouth. "Let's cuddle in the bath."

You nodded and pulled your things off. You let Levi get in first, then you climbed in right after. You sat between Levi's legs and pressed your back against Levi's chest. "Better."

Levi wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on top of your head. He hummed in thought, then moved one hand to your belly and rubbed. "You know, you can't drink too much tea while pregnant."

"I know."

He frowned a little. "That's hard."

You sighed as your body relaxed. "I'll manage." You placed your hand on Levi's. "You know, I'm just as terrified as you about this. I'm happy and excited to be a parent with you, but it's a scary thing." You smiled. "I'm glad I'm doing this with you. I'm glad you want to do this together. I'm sorry I thought you wouldn't and you'd leave me."

He kissed the top of your head. "It's okay. I'm not offended. We've never talked about it and it's unplanned. I wanted to talk about in the future, it has been on my mind. So, I have thought about it and it is something I could see us doing together." He blushed. "I'm not going lie. The thought of you holding a baby is really attractive to me. Tch, sorry."

You turned around in the bath and straddled Levi. You hugged him so you were chest to chest. "Come on Levi, you as a father is such a turn on."

He blushed harder. "Really?" He rubbed your back. "Well, I umm...okay." He cleared his throat. "So uhh..."

You pulled back and gazed at Levi with a light blush. "Yes?"

He gulped hard. "What to make sure you're pregnant?"

You frowned. "I am."

He looked away. "I was uh...flirting...you know..."

You gasped. "Ooooh, you mean you want to...I get it. Sure, you are very welcome to fill me up." You kissed him and smirked. "I'd love that, if you're not too tired."

He purred a moan at you. "I'm never too tired for you."

#aot levi #levi #fanfic #levi ackerman #levi fanfiction #aot fanfiction #levi x y/n #levi x you #aot x you #snk levi #captain levi #levi x reader #levi ackerman fluff #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x reader

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exitpursuedbyavulcan · 8 months

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What is Broken (Aemond Targaryen x Pregnant Wife!Reader) SNEAK PEEK

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader (third person, no use of Y/N), side Aemond Targaryen x Alys Rivers

Warnings: Angst, pregnancy and related symptoms, infidelity, maybe smut in the future idk

Author's note: Ok well since Studious came out of me trying to power through my writer's block, hopefully this'll not only be as good, but also work as well for kicking writer's block's ass. Idk how long it's gonna be. It's based on a convo I had with the Aemond AI (made by @foxyanon ) on a day when I just didn't feel like being happy at all. Coming soon (I hope)!

What is Broken Sneak Peek

It was a lovely night in King’s Landing.

Every bit of it grated on her heart like a whetstone across dull steel.

The worst night of one’s life should not be so lovely, she thought. It should be terrible. With storms and an angry sea, and perhaps even a raging fire somewhere in the distance.

The people would cheer him in the streets as he rode toward the castle. The victorious Prince, returning after long months at war, having not only ended the war itself but avenged the deaths of his sister, brother, and his little nieces and nephews.

Daemon Targaryen and his dragon had perished above the God’s Eye, the waters below boiling when their bodies fell into its depths.

Harrenhal. A cursed place, now to be the site of great diplomacy.

Even thinking about the horrible castle was enough to turn her stomach.

She knew that her husband was only returning home because of the letter.

My dear Princess,

Despite the conflict between our sides of the family, I have always thought you a rather sweet girl. Therefore, it is with the deepest regret that I must now shoulder the burden of informing you of your beloved husband’s improper conduct during this awful conflict…

A pang of nausea shot through her stomach as she remembered the words.

A mistress… some Strong bastard… called Alys, my spies tell me… every night, without fail… from the very first week… another bastard babe in the whore’s witchly womb…

“My princess, I cannot, in good conscience, tell you a lie…”

She had screamed then. And cried. And possibly thrown things at the Kingsguard, but she couldn’t entirely remember.

Less than a moon’s turn later, he had taken another woman to his bed, and seeded her, too.

#What is Broken #aemond #aemond targaryen #prince aemond #prince aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #house of the dragon aemond #hotd #hotd fanfic #hotd aemond #aemond x reader #aemond x you #aemond x fem!reader #aemond x y/n #ewan mitchell

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✩ softly reading, sep 13 - 19 ✩

hello hello! hope y’all have been having a good week, here’s what i’ve been reading :) short & sweet, pocket-sized, and non-drarry under the cut!

✩ - a fave | 🔥 - hot | purple- reread

spotlight rec

✩(Intimidating) Brave New World by @snarkyships-drarryside [M, comic]

Draco's nervously perusing a sex shop for the first time when he sees a flash of dark hair across the store. He'd know it anywhere, but why is Potter here? And what on earth is in that box he's buying?

why i rec this: this comic is so! endearing! snarky’s art style works SO well to show draco’s flustered nervousness and harry’s confidence. i love the premise and i can definitely imagine where their relationship goes from the ending of the comic 👀

longer reads

✩ A Star Danced by @ladderofyears [E, 65k]

Draco Malfoy has the world as his feet. He's twenty-three, first pick Seeker for Puddlemere United, has brilliant friends and a life he adores. The very last thing Draco wants is an unplanned pregnancy, especially one where the other father just so happens to be Harry Potter. Life, however, has other plans for him.

Colloquy by @dracoladon, @lazywonderlvnd [E, 30k]

Harry's not gay, Malfoy just smells good.

Love Shot by @isamijoo [T, 16k]

Harry and Draco meet on the first day of university. Harry has his eyes on the basketball player, while Draco thinks there's nothing exciting about the volleyball Harry plays. [Quidditch Fest 2021]

Unkisses Kisses and Songs Never Sung by Femme [M, 12k]

I sit silently in the shadows, staring at the tiny, pulsing ball of light that tells me my Harry's still alive. (untagged infidelity)

✩ Third Time’s Not a Charm by @manixzen [E, 10k] 🔥

It’s Draco’s least favourite time of year: the mandatory annual work retreat for employees of the International Quidditch Association. There’s nothing quite like being forced to stay in a remote lodge in the middle of nowhere with your coworkers, especially when there’s one co-worker, in particular, you need to avoid. [H/D Summer Vibes 2021]

short & sweet (< 10k)

Good to Me (And I’d Be So Good To You) by AWickedMemory [G, 8.9k]

Everyone returns to Hogwarts after the war, but nothing is quite the same. Harry's groupies are creepier than ever, Ron and Hermione are snogging all over the place, and the once-proud Draco is shuffling around like a kicked puppy. But that's okay: Harry's got a plan.

Their Shining Star by @ladderofyears [E, 8.5k]

Draco tries to negotiate life after late-stage pregnancy loss.

No, he whispered. Until the answer became yes. by @itsjamethyst [M, 7.2k]

When it's the end we'll meet again. In another time and another place, the clock will reset, and we shall retrace. But for now, if you'd allow, let me make one more wrong turn. Then we can say our goodbyes and take our final bow.

✩ Bitter Beans and Bickering Idiots by donnarafiki [G, 3.7k]

Several years after the war, everything has changed. Harry runs a coffee shop, Draco turned into an overworked student, and old friendships have slowly worn down to loneliness.

That’s Okay ‘Cause So Are You by @lqtraintracks [E, 1.8k] 🔥

Because they’re a couple of dumb, traumatised, super horny teenagers. And also Draco has a thing for Harry’s hands.

✩ Red Roses and Rousing Rumors by dracogotgame [T, 1.4k]

Draco's taste for rose water tea puts him in hot water.

What if… you don’t have to? by @gnarf and @iero0 [T, 1.3k]

Draco Malfoy is pregnant. And Harry's mind is blown.

✩ Every touch a kiss by @malenkayacherepakha [E, 1.1k] 🔥

Nothing affects Harry quite like Draco's hands.

✩ spin something out of nothing by bluedreaming [G, 1k]

In which picnics are had, blankets are woven, and jumper curses do not exist.

pocket-sized (< 1k)

✩(Re)build by Kirani [T, 942]

Draco loves storms. The way they wash everything away to start over, the way they smell on the breeze, the way they can take you by surprise.

non-drarry

✩ Under the moonlight by Tedah [Bill/Fleur, E, 3.6k] 🔥

Bill is no werewolf but the full moon is still A LOT for him to deal with. Luckily his wonderful wife knows how to take care of him.

shine by @onbeinganangel [Ginny/Luna, E, 1.4k]

It’s different now they share a bed. It’s different now they share a life. It’s different now Luna is not in her blue trimmed uniform, wrapped in a brown tatty blanket. Luna is in their bed, in their house, and she wears soft silk nightgowns in pastel colours with thin lace straps.

✩ Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time by @lqtraintracks [Pansy/Ginsy, E, 1.3k] 🔥

Just a couple of horny women at a boring party.

#softly reading september 2021 #softly reading #drarry fic rec #im very very tired but here is this

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A Battlefield’s Miracle {Nessian}

A/N: This story is based post ACOSF. It will 100% contain spoilers for A Court of Silver Flames. Do not read forward if you have not finished the book yet! Written, as always, with @tacmc.

It wasn’t supposed to be this way. There couldn’t have been a worse time or inopportune moment for a miracle.

When war did indeed break out with the remaining fae realms, ready to take up whatever lands were weaker their own, Nesta was one of the first to step up, much to Cassian’s utter dismay and terror.

And his disgustingly overwhelming pride.

She’d been making strides with the female Illyrians, thanks to re-emergence of the Valkyrie ranks. She, Gwyn and Emerie were infamous for their success in the Blood Rite, Nesta more so even if she wasn’t labeled a true Carynthian. Her stand at the Pass of Enalius was regarded as something straight from the legends, something rivaling Enalius’ stand itself.

Most of the women couldn’t fly, thanks to the archaic clipping of their wings, but thanks to their innate sense of battle, having grown up seeing their fathers, brothers, and cousins train, they were naturals.

They were the Valkyrie reborn, a swift, deadly legion of foot soldiers, who could kill just as well as any airborne soldier.

At Nesta’s request, Rhys and Cassian allowed them to protect the mortal lands from the incoming storm of battle. A small Illyrian legion was with them, but not to oversee or protect them. They were backup, only joining the fight if the majority of the Valkyrie were to fall.

It had been nearly three months of near daily battles when they received word of an incoming assault, larger than one they’d seen yet. To battle with as few soldiers as they had would be suicide. The full power of the Illyrian Legion would be arriving any day to ensure the protection of the mortal lands, and the continued strength of the Valkyrie. Feyre had winnowed into the camp to tell her, but Nesta could only focus on one piece of information as her sister hurriedly informed her of the plan, and of the onslaught they’d soon be facing: her mate would be here within the hour, the remainder of the Night Court’s aerial forces only a day or so behind.

It had been months since she’d seen him, though they checked in on each other regularly through the bond, mentally checking the other for injuries after a harsh battle. The mating bond was a sensual, tangible thing, something Nesta was increasingly thankful for the longer she stayed away from her mate and husband.

She felt a shift in the camp the second his feet touched down in the frozen lands, turning and rushing from the war tent she’d taken as her base of operations, leaving Feyre in the middle of a sentence, but not caring that she was ignoring her High Lady.

She found him as quickly as he found her, meeting in a small clearing, filled with tents. She was sure there were others around, whether Valkyrie or Illyrian, watching their reunion. Nesta needed him, in every sense of the word, but after she threw her arms around him she found herself pulling back to look him over. She was terrified there was something she had missed after his last battle, and it seemed he was doing the same.

“You’re okay,” she breathed, gazing up into his handsome face.

He nodded, leaning down to rest his forehead against hers. “So are you.”

Neither of them were asking a question, just needing the confirmation.

They disappeared soon after, falling into the nearest tent to make their overwhelming feelings known to one another. The emotions that escaped them in the following half hour only prepared them for battle more.

A battle that they faced together.

Just over a month later, once Cassian had left and Nesta was leading her sisters into yet another battle, the first wave of nausea came.

She powered through, ignoring the roiling in her stomach, chalking it up to nerves as she cut through the line of fae soldiers.

But it happened again, day after day. And eventually, leaning over a bucket as she emptied the contents of her stomach, she couldn’t ignore the truth anymore.

Nesta was pregnant.

She hadn’t even realized Gwyn and Emerie had entered her tent, having heard her getting sick. Her head was cradled in her hands and she cursed herself for being so reckless. All those months apart from Cassian, she’d quit taking her contraceptive tonic. There was no reason to, and it only slowed her down on the battlefield. But a quick and hasty joining, as perfect as it had been, was all it had taken.

“Nesta?”

Her head snapped up, finding her sisters, not by blood, but by bond, watching her. It was Emerie who had spoken her name, but Gwyn’s teal eyes had gone wide. She could scent it. Somehow, over the smell of bile in the bucket before her and the blood soaked battlefield, Gwyn had immediately sensed the change in Nesta’s scent and body.

“You’re pregnant,” she breathed and Emerie’s eyes widened as she too caught the scent.

Nesta wasn’t sure what to say, terrified to confirm or deny the life growing inside her.

A message was sent to Velaris and within minutes, Feyre and Madja had winnowed into the camps.

It took the healer less than a few minutes to confirm the small life within her.

“You’re coming back to Velaris,” Feyre said, as Madja washed her hands and went to tend to the badly wounded from the previous battle.

“No,” Nesta protested, donning her leathers, as she did every day. “I’m leading my sisters.”

“Gwen and Emerie can take the lead,” Feyre protested. “They are just as skilled and know what they’re doing-.”

“I can’t just leave them-.”

“You’re pregnant!” Feyre yelled, and the look of pure panic on her youngest sister’s face had Nesta stopping in her tracks. The High Lady of the Night Court’s voice turned into a broken whisper as she begged, “Please, think this through.”

Nesta’s jaw hardened as she lifted her chin, doing everything she could to keep herself from shaking her head. “Do you expect Cassian to come back to Velaris? To sit idly while our troops battle to protect Prythian?”

“I expect him to do his duty,” Feyre said, her tone firm. “Just as I expect you to do yours.”

Her words were clear.

Nesta’s duty - not as a soldier, but as a mother.

She shook her head, her eyes remaining on her sister’s. “He’ll miss it.”

It. Everything. All of it. Her pregnancy, the child growing inside of her, possibly even the birth of their child.

The gut-wrenching thought was overwhelming.

Nesta fell back against the bed, sitting and letting her head fall into her hands, her nerves shot. She needed to talk to Cassian, needed to sort it out.

“Nesta.”

Her eyes shot to Feyre’s, the eyes identical to her own. Except her youngest sister’s eyes held fear. Fear for her safety, the safety of her unborn niece or nephew.

With a sigh, Nesta let her eyes fall shut and nodded. She dragged a hand down her face, and said, “I need to meet with Gwyn and Em. I need to plan with them, figure out how to rework the front line-.”

“They can handle it.”

The voice came from behind her and she turned to find Azriel stepping through the tent.

Nesta’s eyes softened as she took in her friend, one of the warriors who had trained her into who she was today.

“They had the same training you did,” he said, coming to stand next to her sister. “I’ll stay here for a couple weeks, but you can’t stay. It’s not safe for you. Or for the baby.”

Nesta lifted a brow.

Azriel shrugged, crossing his arms. “If you think I’m letting you stay here during this-.”

“Since when do you order me around, Shadowsinger?” Nesta asked, meaning it as a joke, but finding it hard to dismiss the tension from her tone.

Azriel could tell.

He could always tell. His eyes softened, although his frame remained rigid. “As soon as Cassian arrives, I’ll winnow him to you.”

We’re in the middle of a gods-damned war! Nesta wanted to scream. And yet, she was conflicted. She knew what she had to do, knew what this new duty entailed, knew what her next step would be, even if she didn’t fully like the idea.

She never backed down from battle, from war, from anything.

But she would not endanger her child, no matter how guilty it made her feel.

With a resigned sigh, Nesta nodded and reached her hand out towards her sister. Before Feyre took her hand, she looked at Azriel, unable to stop the tear that had finally slid down her cheek. “Tell them I’m sorry,” she breathed.

His smile was gentle, but even she had a hard time believing him as he said, “You have no reason to be.”

With that she was winnowed away, back to Velaris, as far from the small camp on the mortal lands as she could be. Far from her soul-bonded sisters, and fellow warriors. Far from the raging battles she’d grown to know as a part of her.

As soon as Cassian touched down in the ramshackle camp, he knew something wasn’t right. None of the Valkyrie would look at him and the bond… It was near silent.

He hurried for her tent, not even remembering what the summons he’d received had said, not that he’d read it all too carefully. He’d been asked to get to the mortal realm as fast as he could and after leaving his tent, he found the first Fae he knew that could winnow.

It had only been minutes since that small note had appeared from Rhysand, and he burst into the tent and found not his mate, but his brother.

“What the fuck is going on, Az?”

His voice held none of the joking tone it usually did when he spoke with the shadowsinger, but-.

He could scent her, she’d been here only a few moments before. But something was…off.

Words barely audible, a deathly quiet, terrified whisper, he breathed, “Where is Nesta?”

Without a word, Azriel held out his scarred hand.

Cassian took it and then they were tumbling through space and time and he had no idea where they were going to end up.

Where was Nesta? Where was his mate?

When they appeared in the atrium of the river house, Cassian looked around. “I don’t understand.”

“Your mate is waiting for you,” Azriel replied, gesturing towards their room, and it was then Cassian noted the hint of a smile on his face.

And like that, he was gone, disappearing into shadows and mist as if he hadn’t even been standing before him.

The house was quiet and Cassian took the stairs two at a time, hurrying down the long hallway until he approached their closed bedroom door.

He debated on knocking, not sure what he’d find on the other side, but with a shaking hand, he turned the knob and stepped inside.

Nesta was inside the attached bathroom, wearing the pants of her leathers, though the intricate jacket was draped across the end of the bed. She wore a thin, white shirt, which showed off her toned arms. He couldn’t see any discernible wounds on her, but was still hesitant as he took a step into the bathroom.

She’d been so lost in her own thoughts that she hadn’t heard him come in, but suddenly, he appeared in the mirror behind her, and the force of her emotions hit her all at once.

She was in his arms instantly, breathing in his scent with an eagerness she hadn’t felt since their last encounter. Neither of them said a word as their clothes hit the floor, but the second Cassian’s lips met her neck, all of his, his primal instincts faded and he swept back into reality the moment he found himself focusing on her scent.

The change in it.

His chest heaved as he pulled back and met her tearful gaze.

“How long have you known?” he asked, quietly.

She shook her head, slowly. The soft chuckle was involuntary. “Not even an hour.”

“That’s why you’re here,” he said, quietly.

It wasn’t a question, but Nesta nodded, even as she ignored the urge to roll her eyes. “High Lady’s orders.”

Lifting her up in his arms, he carried her to the bed, his carnal instincts long forgotten, and he laid down next to her. Cassian’s hand hovered over her stomach, a small, barely discernible bump there, hardly able to believe what was in front of him.

“The battle against Rask’s forces,” he said, voice quiet. “You hadn’t been taking your tonic?”

Sniffling, she shook her head and gently pressed his hand the rest of the way to her skin, to her belly. “It hadn’t been on my mind,” she admitted.

Cassian was quiet for a moment before he huffed a laugh, his fingers moving in a slow, clockwise rotation over her abdomen. “A baby.”

Nesta nodded, watching him. “It’s not a good time.”

“Is there ever a good time?” Cassian muttered, looking up at her. “The reality of our world doesn’t grant us much peace.”

“Is it even fair to bring a child into this world?” Nesta whispered.

Cassian’s eyes softened, although they held no judgement. “I thought you wanted children.”

“I did,” she said, then followed it quickly with, “I do. It’s just… We’re in the middle of war, Cass.”

“War will end,” he promised, his eyes growing soft. “Soon.”

She closed her eyes, gently pressing her forehead against his, and the two of them laid there, quietly basking in the happiness of the little miracle they’d created. Of the child they would soon bring into this world.

Cassian couldn’t stay long, only able to stay the night and have breakfast with his family. Azriel was still monitoring the front at the mortal lands, but the rest of his family was there. There was no shield to be put up to mask Nesta’s scent, so the second Elain walked into the vast dining room and found her eldest sister, she froze. And as soon as she scented the change, she was in motion. Her arms were around Nesta in a flash, the sound coming from her reminiscent of a mix of a sob and laugh.

But as soon as breakfast had been cleared away, after Nyx had woken from his nap, Rhysand and Cassian stepped out into the lush yard. With a final surge of love and pride down the bond, they vanished into the air, back to the Illyrian front.

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“Breathe.”

Nesta shot her youngest sister and High Lady a look of pure hatred. Feyre only rolled her eyes and held her sister’s hand a little bit tighter.

“What the fuck do you think I’m doing?” Nesta hissed, although her entire body was rigid and clenched.

Labor was no joke. Nesta had watched her mother birth two more children after her, and even though she was too young to remember, she never forgot the horrid screams that came from her mother’s bedroom.

Nuala, Cerridwen, and Elain all hovered around the bed, keeping Nesta as comfortable as possible until Madja arrived.

And until her mate arrived.

Since she’d found out, it had been the longest nine months of her life, only seeing Cassian in small moments when he could leave the bloodshed of battle. Once it was apparent her water had broken, Rhys had winnowed to the location he’d known Cassian’s camp had been last, only to find it hastily packed and abandoned. The sounds of battle weren’t far off, but Rhys could sense the death without moving closer.

He’d tried to mentally reach Cassian, but found his shields were locked in place, as he often did during a bloody battle. Azriel, however, was by his side in an instant. “What is it?”

He could smell the blood of both mortal men and the fae on his brother, not daring to look into his mind to see who all he’d had to cut down in battle. “Nesta’s in labor.”

A sharp swallow was the only reaction Azriel allowed his High Lord to see. He said, “He won’t leave the battle, you know that.”

He would, Rhys thought, if he used his power, his title of High Lord to command him. But he would never do that, especially asking him to abandon his post during a battle. Rhys only nodded. “I know. Just… As soon as it dies down, as soon as he comes back to himself, get him to Velaris.”

Azriel nodded, his orders received, and he was gone, a misting, swirling shadow folding back into the fray.

It was hours before the violence subsided, hours before Cassian finally removed his helmet, surveying the carnage and death that surrounded him. He felt Azriel’s presence, rather than saw him appear, and turned to his brother, expecting a report of who all had been lost.

The look on his face told him otherwise.

“What.”

He still wasn’t fully back to himself yet, though he tried. He still wore the mask of the Commander, the male who had slaughtered so many, to protect his people, Enalius reborn.

Azriel’s words were quiet, but urgent. “It’s time.”

Cassian blinked, not understanding what his brother was saying.

And then he dropped his shields and everything from the other end of the bond slammed into him with a force so strong her face physically staggered back a step.

Labor.

Nesta was in labor.

His child was about to enter the world and he’d been so lost in his battle lust that he’d blocked her out.

“How long?” He asked, eyes going wide.

Azriel shook his head. “I’m not sure. At least four hours.”

Swallowing hard, Cassian looked around at the death and destruction around him. He looked down at the blood and gore that coated his hands and his leathers. He couldn’t abandon his troops after a battle, but his mate…

His child…

There was no question.

Azriel extended his hand and Cassian took it, and a second later, there was nothing but shadows left behind.

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“Nesta, you’re going to have to start pushing,” Elain said, gently, brushing the loose, sweaty strands of hair off of Nesta’s forehead.

“No,” she gritted out, her teeth clenched together. “I can’t. Not until-.” Another wave of blinding pain passed through her and the scream that tore from her was pure agony. Once she could think again, speak again, she breathed, “Not until Cassian is here.”

“That’s not in your control, I’m afraid,” Madja chimed in from the foot of the bed. “Baby will come when baby comes, and baby is ready.”

“Not unless I say so,” Nesta spat, just before another scream flew from her throat. “Fuck!”

“Baby’s coming,” Madja said, remaining perfectly calm as she put herself into position. With Nesta’s hand in Elain’s, and her other in Feyre’s, she had no choice but to push.

Madja was right.

Baby wasn’t waiting.

There was a thundering on the stairs, and heavy footsteps approached the door before it flew open.

A sob tore from Nesta as Cassian appeared in the doorway, his eyes wide, taking in the scene before him.

“Nes,” he breathed, taking a few steps towards her, but Feyre stepped in front of him.

“You can’t be in here,” she said, firmly.

His eyes narrowed. “Like hell, I can’t.”

“The High Lady is correct,” Madja chimed in, turning back to glance at him. “You are…covered in filth, and Lady Nesta cannot chance an infection.”

“He’s my mate,” she breathed, panting slightly from the pain, the urge to push.

“He’s covered in blood, Nesta,” Feyre said, turning back to look at her.

“We do not have time to wait for him to bathe and return,” Madja said, looking under the blanket draped across Nesta’s lap, to provide what modesty she could. “The baby is ready, my lady. It’s time.”

A firm hand wrapped around Cassian’s arm and began to tug him towards the door. He turned to find Rhysand when he was out in the hall and the door was shut on a phantom wind.

It was only a few seconds before he heard a sob and a yell full of anguish and suffering.

The sound made him want to vomit.

“Bath is ready,” Rhysand said, his hand still around Cassian’s arm. “Bathe, go back. Until then, she’s in good hands.”

“I’m missing it,” Cassian breathed, but before he could form a cohesive thought, he was being shoved into a tub full of warm water.

Nuala and Cerridwen had stripped him down and were scrubbing his skin raw in a matter of seconds. Cassian couldn’t focus, though, could hardly feel as they cleansed the blood and gore and carnage from his skin.

All he could focus on was Nesta’s screaming from upstairs.

Cassian helped them scrub his massive frame, and between the three of them they washed the remains of battle from the Commander until the lukewarm bath water turned pink from the blood of his enemies and his fallen comrades.

As soon as he was clean, the wraiths vanished, allowing him to dry off and redress himself, a tunic and pants left on the counter of the bathroom. Every scream from his wife had him flinching, every cry and overwhelming wave of pain reaching him down the bond now that his shields had been fully dropped.

But suddenly, the screams stopped. Suddenly, love and adoration was all he could feel from Nesta, and he threw open the door and was hurrying up the stairs again, his bare feet padding against the carpet.

The door was slightly open, cracked just a hair, and he could hear quiet murmuring from inside. Hesitantly, he reached out and pushed the door open.

He froze, his body growing completely still as he took in the sight before him. Nesta laid in the bed, her chest heaving, silent tears streaming down her cheeks. Elain and Feyre were both smiling, crying themselves, as they looked to the foot of the bed, where Madja was holding the smallest of babes.

A baby.

Nesta’s baby.

His baby.

The gentlest of cries filled the silence.

Madja chuckled, softly, as she cut the umbilical cord and laid the baby on the softest of towels to clean her up.

Her.

He had a daughter.

“Cass?”

Cassian’s eyes drifted to Nesta and his vision blurred.

He didn’t consciously tell his body to move, didn’t remember asking his feet to carry him across the room, but before he knew it, he was kneeling by the bed, pressing his forehead against hers.

“You did so good, sweetheart,” he whispered, the tears already streaming down his cheeks. “You did so, so good.”

“Lord Cassian.”

He pressed a kiss to Nesta’s forehead, but moved back, allowing Madja to lay the small bundle in Nesta’s arms. Her tiny wings were loosely tucked inside the blanket she was wrapped in.

Nesta’s eyes filled with tears again as she looked down at the precious baby in her arms. “She’s beautiful.”

Silently, Nesta’s sisters and the healer left them alone, to spend a few moments last as a family.

The tiny baby began to fuss and Nesta softly brushed a finger along her cheek, gently shushing her.

She calmed immediately.

“She looks like you,” Cassian whispered, staring at his daughter in awe. “Has your nose. Your lips.”

“Your skin,” Nesta breathed. “And that unruly, curly hair of yours.”

Cassian huffed a laugh. True enough, little tufts of dark curls covered her head. “She’s perfect.”

Nesta didn’t reply. She simply swept her thumb over their daughter’s soft cheek.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here,” Cassian said, at last. “I… I’m sorry I missed it, that I wasn’t here for you.”

“You’re here now,” she murmured, looking up at him. “You’re here and that’s all that matters.”

With a soft smile, Cassian wiped a wayward tear from her cheek and pressed his lips to hers.

Beaming up at him, Nesta whispered, “Hold her.”

He froze up a little, only having held Nyx a handful times when he was a baby. Babies were fragile and he was…

Well, there was a reason both Nesta and Amren had always called him a brute.

“It’s okay,” Nesta breathed, sensing his hesitation.

He nodded and sat down on the bed next to her. She transferred the tiny bundle to him and her eyes opened almost as soon as she settled in his arms.

Eyes like the storm gazed up at him and Cassian had never felt so much love in his heart.

He swallowed roughly, brushing a gentle thumb across her cheek. He looked up at Nesta. “Have you thought of a name?”

She smiled, fondly, softly. “Brenna.”

“Brenna,” Cassian repeated. “I like Brenna.”

“I’ve been holding onto that name for a while,” Nesta said, quietly.

Cassian chuckled. “I can tell. There was no hesitation.”

Nesta smiled as her head fell against Cassian’s shoulder. She looked down at her daughter. “Brenna felt right.”

After pressing a kiss to the top of Nesta’s head, Cassian gazed down at their daughter. “She’s… she’s perfect.”

“She is,” Nesta replied, a gentle yawn breaking through her words.

Cassian scooted closer on the bed, careful not to jostle their daughter who had settled back into a deep sleep of her own. He wrapped an arm around Nesta’s shoulders, and she wrapped herself around him as best she could.

In that moment, Cassian couldn’t imagine anything else mattering in this world. No lands, no wars, no hidden troves beneath the sea. In his arms, his wife and his daughter, were the most precious treasures he had ever received.

#a court of silver flames #nessian #acosf spoilers #nesta archeron #cassian #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas

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char-lotteral · 3 years

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Hello Char! Can you give us recommendation of Naruhina blank period fic? Thank you😁

i LOVEEEE naruhina blank period!!!! I wish shippuden couldve given us some fillers about their relationship post war, which could then lead up to The Last. Imo it wouldve given the movie some build up and make more sense but ehh whats done is done. I also pray that Boruto could someday give us glimpses of their lives during the ten yr timeskip AAA i want a pregnancy announcement episode so bad :<

Blank Period Post War

Secret Lovers by @quirrrky - collection of one shots about their relationship and interactions post war (complete)

Itsu No Hi Ni Mo by OrenjiRabenda- This story follows before The Last. Collection of One Shots (complete)

Memento by char_lotteral- Naruto and Hinata get stuck in a cave in the middle of a storm. While a certain someone visits Naruto in his dreams. (one shot) self plug ;))

A sweet nightmare by shimoyake- Naruto is having weird dreams about Hinata lately and he doesnt know why. This is a actually a very explicit doujin so heads up❗❗ but like the story is sooooo cute, I just had to recommend it :3

i wish I knew more :(( feel free to add more naruhina post war fics!! (i love fics that revolve around their relationship before The Last :))

Blank Period Ten year Time Skip

A place in the sun by SincerelyShania - A couple of months following the events of The Last: Naruto the Movie, Naruto finally gathers the courage to further his relationship with Hinata. (incomplete)

Star vessel by @quirrrky - this is like a sequel to the first fic and it delves in their relationship after the moon mission! (on going)

Naruto: The Very Last by JAKOzZ - A follow up story after The Last (on going)

The Other Presence by @waterrolls -Would Hinata ever cheat on Naruto? An insecure Naruto suspects that Hinata is hiding a secret and wonders whether his wife is cheating on him. (one shot)

Rescue by @waterrolls - Hinata goes on a mission with Sakura and Ino, then carries on another rescue operation. Naruto experiences the many "firsts" of being in a relationship as seen through Hinata's eyes. (one shot)

Snapshot by tappity_tap - Being roped into taking the picture for your best friends' engagement announcement isn't such a bad thing, especially when hilarity ensues (one shot)

Naruto's Apartment by char_lotteral - (self plug :DD) Sakura accidentally visits Naruto's Apartment unannounced. (one shot)

With you in the future by satomi - reallyyyy cute doujinshi about Naruhina after the moon mission

Homecoming by @nightowl27-writer - Returning home from a mission was never this rewarding before he had his Hime. And, by Kami, did he love her. (one shot) rated E

With you in the future by @chloelapomme -Back at Konoha from their moon mission, Naruto and Hinata learn to know each other, how to live with each other, how to solves problems together, and how to start a family (on going)

#naruhina #naruhina fanfic recommendation #naruhina blank period

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wouldpollyapprove · 4 years

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All War Can Touch

Request: hiya, please can i request an angsty tommy with the prompts 9, 11 and 18 x

hiya, please can i request a one shot in which the reader is tommy's wife before the war and like they have a couple of kids but in season 1 he meets grace and shit goes down for real? xx

Requested by @i-volunteer-for-finnick & Anonymous

Thomas Shelby x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: neglect, language, pregnancy, alcohol

A/N: I must warn you guys, I didn’t do much editing for this. I was lazy and didn’t want to. @nemesis729 went over it for me and I’m grateful for that. If it’s trash, that’s my fault cause I know I should have edited. But that’s effort. Anyway, I will have the second part out shortly because I can’t seem to write oneshots anymore, they always have to have a second part cause I’m too lazy to write one long fic.

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Part Two / Part Three

“I’ll get us some drinks,” Tommy stated, kissing his wife on the cheek before he slid out of the booth in the private room, an action that had become rare since he’d returned from war. A foot out the door and his wife’s voice, no more than a whisper, hit his ears. With a sigh, he turned back to face her, rolling his eyes. “What was that?”

Looking up from her nails, Y/n shrugged, “Nothing, dear.”

Crossing his arms over his chest, he leaned against the doorway, not intending to leave until she spoke her peace. “Why are you lying?”

“It doesn’t matter, Tommy. Go get our drinks,” she waved him away, hoping he would drop the subject. But as he was a Shelby, he couldn’t do that.

“No, tell me what you said.” His face held no expression, features flat and tight, but his eyes… they held a storm. There was a storm of anger and hate brewing in them, the rain that would pour from the clouds was full of hurt, but Y/n couldn’t understand why. She was the one that deserved to have that storm brewing inside her. She was the one that had been walked all over.

Mirroring his stance, arms crossed over her chest, she huffed. “Fine, you want to know what I said?” Her husband nodded, irritated that she was taking her time. “I said, ‘Your girlfriend can get them for us.’” Her words were bitter as they rolled off her tongue.

Tommy was unfazed, simply rolling his eyes in response. Y/n wasn’t sure what reaction she wanted, but that wasn’t it. “Don’t do this here,” he groaned.

“Why not? It’s either here or in front of our children, which would you like? Your bitch to know she may have you after all or your children to know they live in a broken home? Which do you want, Tommy?”

The man rolled his eyes, hand falling to his side, and he stepped out into the bar. Composing herself, Y/n stood and flattened the wrinkles out of her dress. She wasn’t going to have a drink with him, the man that once loved her, when he spent most of his time eyeing the barmaid. Instead, she grabbed her coat, resting her hat snugly against her head and stepped out of the room.

“I hope you know, not answering my question, answers it,” she called to him as she walked to the door, not willing to look back to see he didn’t even glance her way.

Y/n wanted to go back in time. To a time before the war, when they were just to young lovers who smiled at the world. She wanted to go back to her husband that would bring her flowers and dreamt of building his family a cottage. Desperately, she wanted to grasp her hands on the fabric of that man’s tie, the man that spent his nights at home, rocking his children to sleep and dancing with the love of his life, and keep him tucked away from the war.

The war… that’s what had done this.

The fucking war came knocking on their door and Tommy, an hounerable man, couldn’t pass up the fight. Leaving his children and wife behind, he became a new man, one that was unrecognizable at heart. Though he looked older, his heart was black and his mind was broken. That’s what war did, it broke the strong, Y/n knew. But she never thought it would tear her family apart in the most unexpected way.

Sitting across from Polly in the parlor, Y/n could hear her children playing in the next room. Ben was giving his sister orders as they played with their toy horses, the ruckus echoing throughout the house. A smile tugged at her lips, but she was in no mood to give into it.

“Did you tell him?” Polly asked, pouring tea into the cups that sat at the coffee table. Y/n shook her head, taking one of the cups in her hand. “You’re going to have to tell him soon, dear. Tommy’s a smart man, he’ll put it together.”

Shaking her head, she leaned against the back of the chair, resting her head against the soft fabric. The woman across from her followed her movement, waiting for her to look her in the eye but Y/n couldn’t. She couldn’t look Polly in the eye, the woman who was like a mother to her, and let her see how broken she was. “I’m not going to tell him,” she finally muttered, saying the words aloud for the first time.

Bewildered, Polly set down her cup and replaced it with one of Y/n’s hands. “What are you going to do, then?” Voice laced with worry, she never knew what the young woman had to put up with, none of the Shelbys did.

“I’m leaving Tommy.” There was silence as she slipped her hands out of Polly’s grasp and sipped on her tea.

“The war may have changed him but it didn’t destroy him, Y/n,” she scolded her like a mother does a child, causing Y/n to roll her eyes. “Where are you going, then? Your parents hate you for marrying a gpspy and those closest to you are close to your husband as well. And what about the children? What about your baby?”

A sigh escaped her lips as she placed her cup on the table. “Polly—” Y/n folded her hands in her lap. “—it doesn’t matter where I go. Anywhere is better than where he is. He no longer loves me, it’s clear when he slaps me in the face by flirting with the fucking barmaid,” she seethed, remembering the day she first caught her husband too close to the blonde barmaid for her comfort.

“He won’t touch me unless it’s to tell others I’m his. At home, he would rather be with the children than me and when in bed, he won’t even look at me.” Tears were swelling in her eyes, a hand going to caress her slightly swollen belly. “This baby is a miracle considering I’m like filth to him.”

“Have you talked to him about it?”

Had she talked to him about it? Y/n wanted to laugh at the question, of course she had. Tommy knew exactly how she felt. First, she was subtle about it, small hints that any man would understand. But Tommy ignored them just like he did her. And then, she became more verbal about it. Why hide what he already knew? Y/n was furious, hurt, by his actions. She was once the love of his life and if he no longer wanted her then she wanted to know. Being tortured by seeing what he refused to give her wasn’t something she wanted to live with.

She sighed, nodding in response.

“And he doesn’t care,” Polly shook her head, disappointment shining like a beacon in her eyes. Out of all the Shelby men, she thought her nephew would be the opposite of his father. Before the war, he was a loving man. A family man. After, she thought that man was still in there somewhere, but she should have known better. All the nights Y/n brought the kids over, Tommy nowhere in sight, and the days he stayed in the office until the sun rose the next morning should have sounded an alarm. But with the boys home from war, like everyone else, Polly wanted to believe things would settle back into some sort of normal. She was wrong. “If you have a place to stay, I’ll help you pack.”

“My brother and his wife have offered to let me stay with them for as long as needed,” Y/n informed her. “I’d like to leave now, if you don’t mind, since Grace is entertaining my husband.”

Polly nodded, getting to her feet, gesturing for Y/n to follow her as they packed bags for the kids.

Y/n never wanted to leave her husband. She believed that Tommy would come to his senses and at least be kinder to her.

During the war, she missed his touch. The fingers that lingered after a soft kiss. The arms that would encase her as she slept. The warmth that radiated off him when their skin touched. But the war was over and she found herself longing for the exact things she once believed would return to her. Longing for the man she still loved. That’s what hurt the most. Her love for him had never wavered and if they didn’t have children, perhaps, she would wait for years for him to love her once more.

But that simply couldn’t be done when she looked down at the two small beings playing on the floor. Y/n didn’t want them to grow up and believe that it was acceptable to settle for what was given to them. She wanted them to know their worth and know that they deserved love. That couldn’t be done if they grew up seeing their mother throw herself away for a man who wouldn’t do the same.

With their bags all packed, she didn’t regret a thing as her brother pulled up in his car. Ben and Julie were beyond impressed with the object that shone in the evening sun, asking their uncle for a ride before he could even get out of the car. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, approaching his sister with his niece on his hip.

“I am. Tommy made his bed. Now he has to sleep in it.” She smiled sadly and picked up a bag. Once all the bags were in the car, the children along with them, Y/n turned to Polly. The woman was on the verge of tears, Y/n didn’t blame her. This was not the evening either of them were expecting.

“Thank you,” she whispered, embracing her.

Slowly pulling away, Polly glanced between her and the children, who were snuggled up in blankets. “You take care of them, you hear? And write to me everyday, tell me how things go.” Y/n nodded, squeezing her hand.

“You deserve better than this and, by god, you will get what you deserve, I know it.” With that, Polly pushed Y/n towards the car. Who knew when Tommy would be home and she didn’t want him to pitch a fit over something he’d done.

“Be safe, Pol.”

“I will,” she smiled and the car roared to life, slowly making its way down Watery Lane and out of sight.

*~~*~~*

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feeling-weirdy · 3 years

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**my scarletvision master list**

A giant list of all the drabbles I have written in chronological order for anyone who would like to read from start to finish. If people are interested in becoming notified whenever I post something, please follow my AO3.

Please feel free to send in prompts for anything you would like to see added to this list.

Age of Ultron to Civil War

A Thing Isn’t Beautiful Because... - prompt; “right before or after Vision saves Wanda”; Overwhelmed with emotions, Wanda is filled with grief by the loss of her brother. Vision tries to help her figure out a way to deal with the loss.

Uncertain, yet Intentional - prompt; The moment before his ‘I did intend to come in here’ line in episode 8 of WV

Silent Tears - prompt; Wanda really lets herself cry for the first time since Pietro’s death and Vision does his best to comfort her.

Unpleasant Dreams - prompt; Wanda has a nightmare and Vision goes in to check on her to see if she’s alright.

Do Better - prompt; Vision is unable to save everyone in a disaster which helps him learn a very hard lesson.

Never Again - prompt; Wanda POV; Vision and Wanda watch sitcoms and Wanda gets distracted

Bugging Out - prompt; “Holy fucking guacamole!”; A routine update goes awry.

Vis, We Talked About This - prompt; “Viz, we talked about this”; Vision tries to distract Wanda without seeming too pushy.

Your Electrifying Touch - Wanda POV; Unable to keep her thoughts contained, Wanda slips up but has to find a way to keep herself back on track.

An Unexpected Surprise - prompt; Vision comes home from a tough mission to find Wanda curled up in his bed.

Practice Makes Perfect - prompt; Vision and Wanda practice in an attempt to help get Wanda’s powers under control.

Dancing Out of Tune - prompt; Vision walks in on Wanda listening to Pietro’s favorite genre and throws him off guard.

Striking Thirteen - prompt; a moment where feelings develop; Wanda can’t seem to fall asleep and looks to Vision for help.

Happy Birthday...? - prompt; Vision gets a present from Wanda for his first "birthday"

Neverending Flow - prompt; Wanda gets a nosebleed

While No One is Watching - prompt; The gang starts dancing, but disappears once uncomfortableness starts to set in once the android and witch start to get close to one another.

Heart Over Duty - prompt; What else makes Vision cry?

Overrated - prompt; “I always thought Mr Darcy was overrated”; Vision’s feelings can no longer be kept to himself. A novel Wanda suggests causes him to blurt out his confession.

Freezing Circuits - prompt; “Vision tries ice cream”

An Accidental Moment - prompt; pre CW; While watching television together, Wanda initiates the next step in their relationship.

Civil War to Infinity War

Safe and Sound - prompt; songfic for Safe and Sound; After the destruction in Lagos, Wanda breaks down, leaving Vision to console her the best that he can.

Distraction - prompt; Wanda POV; Wanda is overwhelmed by the Accords and is desperate for something else to focus on. Vision is happy to oblige.

A Step Too Far - prompt; Vision offers pizza and an explanation for his actions in trying to keep Wanda safe inside the compound.

After the Storm - prompt; Vision arrives to see Wanda for the first time after the aftermath.

The Little Green Monster - prompt; Vision becomes jealous of someone flirting with Wanda.

A Spark of Light - prompt; “we could be like sparks of light”; Vision attempts to talk Wanda into extending their little walks to something more substantial.

Can I Change Your Mind? - Vision is unable to tell Wanda goodbye and tries to get her to stay with him.

Three’s a Crowd - prompt; “love triangle between Vis, Wanda and Clint”

Chicken Soup for the Soul - prompt; Wanda gets sick and Vision helps take care of her

And Life Will Always Be... - Wanda POV; Excited to meet up with Vision again, Wanda enters the hotel room hoping to get a head start but finds her plans are pushed to an instant halt.

Between the Lines - prompt; “that was an innuendo, wasn’t it?”; Vision struggles to understand why Wanda is acting so strangely.

Look My Way - Wanda POV; Tired of spending the afternoon alone, Wanda takes things into her own hands.

Cappuccino or Latte - prompt; “what’s the actual difference between a cappuccino and a latte?”; Vision attempts to make coffee despite his disadvantages.

Short and Sweet - Vision can no longer keep himself back from kissing Wanda.

All to Myself - prompt; Vision jealous of Wanda and Cap America’s friendship; The distance they have created has finally brought Vision to a breaking point.

Getting Caught - prompt; Wanda and Vision get caught coming home late

Not Ostentatious, but True - prompt; “my love isn’t ostentatious, but it doesn’t make it any less true”; Vision becomes jealous of how others profess their love and he does his best to explain himself.

Purrfectly Happy - prompt; The first time Vision ever sees a cat

By the River - prompt; UK shenanigans; Vision uses an anniversary as an excuse to create a new memory with something they had never tried before.

That One Thing - prompt; Vision and Wanda discuss their future.

To Grow Old In, V - Vision worries about whether or not his next move is too grand, but is determined to move to the next step regardless.

One Last Moment - prompt; “one last moment”; Vision and Wanda talk about their options should Wakanda fail to disconnect the Mind Stone.

Wandavision sitcom AU

Love Me Tender - Vision tries to make a special night for Wanda, hoping to make up for the Mr. Hart fiasco.

Support - prompt; Vision offers his assistance as Wanda struggles with her pregnancy.

Cravings - prompt; Wanda’s weird pregnancy cravings; Vision struggles in the kitchen while trying to keep up with her cravings.

Perfectly Molded - Wanda POV; prompt; Vision wearing gray sweatpants. That’s pretty much it.

Back to Bed - A pregnant Wanda is sick and Vision struggles to take care of her.

Prenatal Upset - prompt; A pregnant Wanda doesn’t feel sexy and Vision is more than happy to prove otherwise.

Melting in the Rain - prompt; Wanda goes into labor and is cool as a cucumber leaving Vision to panic alone.

Nerves of Steel - prompt; Vision gets so caught up in himself that he phases through a piece of furniture and doesn’t even notice

Painting for Mom - prompt; sweet dad!Vision moment; The boys craft gifts for Mother’s Day.

Yellow Brick Road - prompt; Vision and Wanda help the boys go Trick-or-Treating

The End of the Road - prompt; part 2 to Yellow Brick Road

Movie Night: Titanic - prompt; the family watching Titanic

Peace and Quiet Shattered - prompt; The twins attempt to make a little robot and are having trouble until Vision steps in and fixes it with ease.

Halloween Spooks - prompt; Vision getting scared by Halloween animatronics

Unable to Compute - prompt; Tommy and Billy do something stupid and Vision has a hard time understanding why

post Wandavision

A World Without Color - A series of prompts following White!Vision as he learns more about who he was so that he can move forward.

post Infinity War AU

Make it Real - A series of one-shots, and possible story, following the traumatic events of Infinity War in an alternate universe where Wanda and Vision are alive and traumatized.

Random AUs

Bidding for Attention - Tony has a bachelor auction and Hope Van Dyne bids on Vision to upset her dad for fun and then Hope and Vision hit it off and keep hanging out which makes Wanda realize her feelings for him have changed.

Pt 1

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