#and all his donor conceived children have it

[laughslikeaseagull]

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#jesus fucking christ the DCP tag on here is dogshit #there is ONE relevant post and it’s telling DCP to leave the donors alone? #excuse me but fuck you #my donor was fully aware of EDS in his family when he donated #I know he was aware of it because I’m in contact with his family #THEY ALL HAVE EDS #I SPENT YEARS IN PAIN UNABLE TO GET A DIAGNOSIS BECAUSE OF THIS FUCKER #he’s lucky I can’t sue him but if I ever see him I’m spitting in his fucking face #and all his donor conceived children have it #we all have EDS #AND HE’S A DOCTOR! HE WAS IN MED SCHOOL WHEN HE DONATED #how does anyone think it’s okay that this asshole knowingly produced sick kids #I have to live with a debilitating connective tissue disorder for the rest of my life #thanks dad

[redlittlefoxari]

Astarion Epilogue An Adventure in Making Life: Chapter Nine: Secrets Don’t Make Friends

Relationship: Astarion X Tav

Warnings: NSFW 18+, smut, blood, violence, sex, blood drinking, pregnancy.

Summary: Karlach barges in on Tav while she's about ready to come down for dinner. Spotting a Fully naked, and pregnant Tav.

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12 weeks pregnant

Karlach’s eyes moved from your small baby bump to your face and back to the bump. There were so many emotions on her face, warring for control, the most prominent ones being hurt, confusion, anger, and happiness. They all tore across her face, and seeing her in this state broke your heart.

“What the fuck is going on.” Karlach walked further into the room, raising her voice as she did. “I thought you said that it was hard for elves to get pregnant? All that on the road earlier, and here you are, Pregnant.”

You quickly picked up a towel to cover yourself. “Keep it down.” You hushed her. “I know this looks bad, but let me explain.”

“Keep it down? Keep it down!?” You hushed her again. “You better get to explaining why didn’t you tell us? Does Astarion even know?”

“Oh, he knows…” You walked over to the bed where your clothes were laid out and sat down.

“So what, the two of you decided to have a child and found a sperm donor or something?” She waited for you to reply.

“No, it’s his child one hundred percent. Long story short, if a vampire has had enough blood and is sated, they can produce children.” You placed your hand on your stomach. “And if everything alines with elves, we can produce children, so one night about twelve weeks ago, Astarion had enough blood, and an elven soul was looking to be reincarnated. So now I am pregnant with a half-vampire baby.”

Karlach’s jaw hung open in surprise. “So why didn’t you tell us? That's amazing; we should be celebrating!”

Karlach closed the distance between the two of you, taking a seat on the bed next to you. She was a good foot and a half taller than you, so her tower form loomed over you a bit as she waited to hear why you and Astarion felt the need to keep this from them.

“I was scared.” You looked down at the floor. “Elven pregnancies are already high risk. and you mix that was a Vampire where we don’t have a whole lot of information… I don’t know.”

“But you're okay now… aren’t you? You’re so far along now; wouldn’t it be okay to tell us.” Her voice was low, an attribute that you didn’t see often in her.

“I don’t know. I’m still scared something could go wrong.” You could feel tears in your eyes starting to form. “What if I tell you all, Put it out into the universe, and something bad happens… what if I lose them and have to tell you all that they're gone…. I have to go through the loss of telling you over and over again.”

There it was, the fear that you kept to yourself. Not even Astarion knew why you were so adamant about keeping it a secret till you hit fourteen weeks. You just kept telling him you didn’t want to overshadow Gale’s celebration, but the truth was you feared that once you celebrated with friends, some cruel god would take the baby away from you.

You remember stories your mother had told you growing up that she herself had suffered three miscarriages until she finally conceived you. She had kept you secret until she couldn’t anymore, and that was well into her second trimester. It was just something that elves feared since it was a rare gift to have children, and most elves never got the chance to experience it. With the added factor of the baby being Astarion’s, your fears skyrocketed.

“Hey.” Karlach placed her hand on yours; it was warm, whereas yours was cold, the water on your skin making it hard to get warm.

You looked up at Karlach, her smile reaching her eyes, which also had tears in them.

“If any god even thinks of doing that, I’ll go to whatever plane they're on and kill them myself.” You let out a small laugh at her declaration. “I get why you did it… Gods, so when that arrow hit you… the two of your reactions make sense now.”

“We were terrified that we lost them…” The thought sent a jolt of fear to your heart. “I don’t know what I would have done if Astarion didn’t hear the heartbeat.”

“The little guy has a heartbeat…” Karlach stared at you in wonder. “Gods, that’s amazing…. You're amazing. May I?”

She gestured to your stomach, and you nodded. Her warm hand slipped beneath the towel to touch the swell of your bare belly. She wouldn’t feel anything, nor would Karlach be able to hear the heartbeat, but it felt nice having her be a part of the secret and her support. It also didn’t hurt that you were freezing, and she was nice and warm.

“You won’t be able to feel them kicking for a while, not till the third trimester.” You smiled at Karlach’s wonder.

“I just can’t believe that there is a child growing in there. What do you suppose it’s going to be? Boy or Girl?”

“I’m not sure. There is no way to tell short of asking a divination wizard, but I don’t want to know… I like to be surprised.” The thought of a boy scared you, though. You knew nothing about being a boy, and the idea of Astarion teaching them all his ways of being mischievous was scary.

“They are going to be beautiful judging by who their parents are.” Karlach pulled her hand away. “I understand why you kept this a secret, but why not tell us now? We’ll all help you keep this little one safe. Auntie K will be its number one bodyguard.” Karlach puffed out her chest.

“You are right, I suppose I should let you all in on the secret now since you know.” You reached for the white dress that would show off your bump and hesitated.

“I know you’re scared, but you got this. Astarion would never let anything happen to you or the baby.”

“I know. I just don’t want to mess anything up… He hasn’t really had a family. At least not one that he remembers.” You grab the fabric and bunch it up on your lap. “He doesn’t remember his mother and father. the family Cazador made was not even close to something that resembled a family; he just beat them and used them as slaves.” The thought burned white hot in your mind as you thought about everything that monster put him through.

“But now he has you.” Karlach’s voice was comforting. “And the baby.”

“And if something happens and I lose the baby, It’s like I’m taking another thing away from him.”

“You wouldn’t be taking anything away from me.” Astarion said in a quiet tone.

The two of you jumped as you turned to see Asatrion at the door, leaning on the door frame. He pushed off of the frame using his shoulder and entered the room, stopping just a few feet from where you and Karlach were seated on the bed.

“Karlach, would you give me and my fiancee some privacy? I need to remind her of something important.” His eyes never left yours as he spoke.

“Fiancee?” She looked at you.

“Oh yeah, I forgot about that part too… sorry.” You didn’t look away from Astarion.

“We’ll you told me most of it.” She stood up and walked past Asatrion, reaching the door and pausing. “I won’t tell anyone… that’s for you to decide when and where you want to do so.”

She shot you one last smile and walked out, closing the door behind her as she did. The two of you stared at each other for several moments. You spoke first, not wanting to be in silence any longer.

“Were you listening the whole time?”

“Yes, When I noticed Karlach was gone, I hurried up her to get her before she got to you, but I was a few minutes too late.” He took a seat next to you. “Now, what is this about you keeping the baby a secret because you don’t want to take another family away from me?”

“It’s more than just that. So many things can go wrong, and if they do, I’ll be responsible for taking another family from you.” You spoke, and Astarion laughed. “How's that funny?”

“Because that is a silly thing to think and say, my love.” He cupped your face with his hands. “Karlach was right. I would not let that happen.”

“You can’t know that We attract bad. luck everywhere we go, pretty much. You’ve already lost so much of the family before you were a Vampire… the one when you were.”

“That one wasn’t a family. Cazador made us to be his slaves to make a small man feel big.” He scoffed. “The rats and bugs that often crawled around me were more family than he ever was. As for my family, before I was a vampire, I don’t remember them, so I have no comment on how they treated me.” He kissed your lips gently. “You and our child growing inside of you are my family, and there is nothing anyone will do to take that away from me. I would rip whoever apart if they tried.”

“So you think we should just tell everyone?”

“I think it is time to stop being so scared, darling, and start living; you are not your mother and are far past the point of losing this child. For gods sake, you got shot in the stomach, and our child shrugged it off like it was nothing. They are far stronger than you give them credit for.”

His statement makes you laugh. “You are right; they are. Just like their father.”

“Don’t forget their mother, too. How many arrows have I pulled out of you these past fifty years? Probably hundreds. The sacred tissue alone was probably enough to keep our child safe.” The two of you laughed lightly.

“What if we lose them?”

“Darling, it was a miracle that we conceived this baby, to begin with, so there must be a god out there that wants us to grace this realm with our beautiful child.” He kissed between your brows.

“I didn’t think of that…” You were beginning to feel foolish. Pregnancy brain, along with the fears your mother placed in you all those years ago, probably didn’t help you think clearly. “Next time, just hit me over the head when I’m not thinking clearly. “

“Will do, but it’s not entirely your fault. The standard practice for elves to keep this sort of thing a secret is kinda hammered into you.” He stood up and walked over to his bag. “Now, if we announce that we are going to be parents, I want to be a little more dressed up than this.” He gestured to what he was wearing. A white flowy shirt and standard black pants he always wore.

Asatrion reached into his bag and pulled out a red embroidered top. Gold was sewn into the top in a pattern that looked like dragons fighting amongst fire. It was gody and over the top and something that screamed for others' attention.

“Do you have anything else?” You also stood, dropping the towel from around you, and stepped into the white dress you were holding.

“What’s wrong with this?” He looked offended.

“It makes you look less like soon-to-be father and more like douchy Vampire lord.” You turned towards him, doing a twirl. “Something subtle like this, maybe?”

“Fine, I’ll wear my dark blue doublet.” He put the gody monstrosity back and pulled out a blue doublet with gold stars sewn into the fabric. He put the doublet on and huffed at you. “Happy?”

“Very.” You wove your arm into his so that the crook of your elbow was touching his. “Now, let's go; our child is telling me it's time to eat, and we don’t want to keep them waiting.”

“Of course not, the others certainly, but not our child.” Asatrion said as he smiled down at you.

The dress put you on full display. Your once smaller breasts were accented by a low neckline that plunged down past the bottom of your breasts. The fabric was smooth over your belly and showed the bump of where your child sat in the safety of your stomach. And a long slit just the length of your dress where you could feel the coolness of the tower.

“I’m never wearing pants again.” You said, reveling in how you felt free and not constricted by any waistband.

“And I told you that I’m fine with that it makes it easier to have you whenever I would like; all I would need to do is bend you over and pull up your skirts.” Asatrion leaned down and bit your ear.

You shuddered. “I don’t think we have time to test that… Our baby needs substance.”

“Of course, But after we are fed, I’m going to eat you alive.” He growled his statement into your ear.

A wave of heat went through you. Astarion kindling your arousal. “We better eat fast than.”

You began moving to the dining hall. Each step becomes more complicated than the last. You fought with every fiber of your being to go towards the Dining hall wearing this dress. To tell your friends that secret that the two of you had been keeping all this time. The questions that they would surely ask. You stood at the door and hesitated.

“Are you ready?” Astarion looked at you, eyebrows raised.

“I will be once my heart stops beating so damn fast.” You took a few steading breaths and then nodded to him to open the door.

Astarion flung the door open wide, and you watched as everyone stopped their conversations to look at the two of you. From where everyone was sitting, they would not be able to see the bump that was protruding out from your dress. You watched as Karlach was practically buzzing next to Wyll in excitement. She really was trying her hardest not to let your secret out.

The two of you walked forward toward your friends slowly, fear still gripping your heart. Astarion reached with his other hand and patted your arm. “Everything will be fine.”

“What took the two of you so long?” Gale sounded annoyed as he stood from where he was sitting. “I thought when Karlach went up to get you, you would come down, but then she came down and has been acting like that every since.”

You looked towards her to find that she had a hand placed over her lips and looked like she was going to explode.

“I’m sorry, Gale, it’s my fault. I was having some personal issues I needed to work through.” You had reached the head of the table where your friends were sitting.

You unlaced your arm from Astarion’s and made it easier for everyone to see your baby bump. The whole table stared in shock as Astarion pulled out your chair so that you could sit down. You took your seat. and the table was still silent as Astarion also took his next to you.

Astarion looked around at everyone’s faces. “Well, go on, one of you say something. It’s almost as if you’ve never seen an elf pregnant with a Vampire’s child before.” Astarion grabbed a wine glass and took a long sip as the table erupted with questions.

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[where-theres-smoak-2]

For me the whole question of who is the rightful heir to the throne and the whole reason why I am team black all the way is very simple. Rhaenyra is the rightful heir to the throne because Viserys, who was the King at the time, named her his heir and he got all the lords to swear fealty to her when he did. The King's word is law, it really is that simple.

It's the same with the whole Jace, Lucerys and Joffrey debate, I don't consider them bastards and therefore excluded from inheriting lands and titles because Viserys, the King at the time declared them, publicly and on several occasions as legitimate and the rightful heirs. We know from the og show that a king has the power to make a bastard legitimate so if Viserys is standing up in front of witnesses and saying these boys are legitimate then they are legitimate end off.

Also whilst on the subject I have seen claims in the past that Rhaenyra is trying to trick poor Corlys and Rhaenys into believing that those boys are Laenor's and that makes her an evil bitch of a whore apparently. But here's the thing, those boys are Laenor's, like he claimed them as his own, both he and Rhaenyra referred to them as their boys. We know that Rhaenyra and Laenor tried and failed to conceive a child and so they looked to other methods of producing an heir. Look I don't really like using modern day constructs etc when talking about medieval set stories but I can't think of a better way of explaining what I mean, but the way I see it is like if a couple want a child but can't conceive so they get a donor, using this donor they are able to have a child. You wouldn't then go around and say that the father wasn't really that child's father because they weren't genetically related. So what we essentially have is a couple using a donor situation but set in a medieval fantasy society which complicates matters. Unlike in a modern setting where the couple could be open and honest about using a donor, Rhaenyra and Laenor could not but it still doesn't change the fact that the three boys were planned by Laenor and Rhaenyra and were seen as their children. This isn't a Cersei/Robert situation where Cersei was trying to pass Jaime's kid's off as Robert's without Robert's knowledge. Everyone involved knew what was going on and agreed to it. Laenor knew that genetically they were Harwin's, Harwin understood that legally and in all other ways those boys were Laenor's and not his. Yes Harwin was involved in their lives, yes Harwin clearly loved those boys, yes those boys were lucky enough to have two men in their lives who loved them and cared and protected them in a fatherly way, but that doesn't change the fact that they were still Laenor's sons. Rhaenyra chose Harwin to have children with because he was someone she trusted and cared for and who she knew cared for her, considering in their society if Laenor's sexuality was discovered or it was discovered they had used Harwin as a 'donor' to have their children, it could have really bad consequences of course she would want to chose someone she was sure would keep her secret.

I guess my overall point here is that its not as simple as Rhaenyra lied to Corlys, Rhaenys and her own boys about who their real father was, because their real father was Laenor. This situation came about because both Rhaenyra and Laenor were under pressure to produce heirs, so they found a way, together, of producing those heirs, so really when Rhaenyra tells her boys that Laenor is their father its the truth, he is in every way that matters. When she tells Corlys and Rhaenys these are your grandchildren, again its the truth. Because at the end of the day if Laenor himself knew and agreed with how those boys came to be and considered them his own, then its no one else's business how Laenor and Rhaenyra had those children, they are still their children.

Anyway I've rambled on enough and its 2am where I live and I should really be getting some sleep. But yeah, as far as I am concerned Rhaenyra is the rightful heir and her three eldest boys are the true sons of Laenor and are legitimate and the rightful heirs of the throne and driftmark, I will not budge on that. Alicent, the greens and everyone else just needs to mind their own damn business when it comes to those boys.

#hotd #house of the dragon #rhaenyra targaryen #team black #anti greens

[female-malice]

I want lesbians to be the parents of their children without the government or anyone else trying to get in their way. But isn't a birth certificate more about biology? It would be important for health reasons to know who the biological relative to the baby is, same with the baby's biological sex. Unless I am completely misunderstanding what a birth certificate is and maybe it's more of a government thing than I thought? Now that I think about it, I don't know what a birth certificate for a baby born to a parent and a step parent would look like either.

You are completely misunderstanding what a birth certificate is. A birth certificate is a LEGAL document designating parental rights.

A paternity DNA test is a medical document that shows someone's genetic history.

A birth certificate is a legal document that a child will need every day of their life. A birth certificate designates who is legally responsible for a child's life.

IF YOU PUT A MAN'S NAME ON A LESBIAN FAMILY'S BIRTH CERTIFICATE, YOU ARE GIVING HIM PARENTAL RIGHTS.

Whoever told you birth certificates are about ~biological reality~ is a lesbophobe.

My brother's friend does not legally have a father. His mother did not give his biological father parental rights. She elected not to put his name on the birth certificate. She did not want her shitty ex-boyfriend to have any legal parental relationship with her son. That is her right as a woman.

"Gender critical feminists" want to take this right away from all women because they are blinded by their own lesbophobia.

Please read Letizia's essay more closely.

Don't just open the tab and leave it unread. Here, I'll give you a short section to read right now:

The facts of biology are suddenly forgotten once the so called "non traditional" family is composed of a man and a woman. No government in any country is removing non-biological fathers from birth certificates, even though the man in the birth certificate has no biological relation to the child. On the contrary, most countries have pretty straightforward laws about the recognition of non-biological fathers as long as the couple in question is heterosexual.

I live in a small Italian village, one of those places where secrets don’t exists and your problems are everyone’s problems. The happy nuclear family a few houses down the road couldn’t conceive a child naturally because the husband is sterile. Not the end of the world these days. The Italian law allows IVF to heterosexual couples. The happy nuclear family simply picked a sperm donor, and a beautiful girl was born, she has her mother’s eyes.

The father on the birth certificate is not the donor, however the happy nuclear family didn’t receive a letter from the Italian government telling the husband that he is not the father of his child. No, it only happened to lesbian families in Italy. 

So where is your truth now? Your biological reality. Aren't we here to protect children and fight for reality? According to you this man shouldn’t have legal rights on the child his wife birthed. Or does it work differently because their family is approved by the church? Oh but this is different, he has a wife, he is heterosexual, he could have been fertile! Well, I could have been born male. To quote every mamma on the peninsula: if my grandmother had wheels she would have been a bike.

[numinousmysteries]

Legacy

This goes AU post-Je Souhaite. Kind of an expansion of what I was exploring in this post on how Mulder and Scully could have had a satisfying ending without children.

[on Ao3] @today-in-fic

I.

Mulder told her to never give up on a miracle. He was right in the end although their miracle wasn’t a child but something far more rare: Two discordant souls coming together to create a union stronger than the sum of its parts.

Once in a Los Angeles hotel room, champagne bubbles fizzing in her mind, Scully whispered in his ear, “I wish we could make a baby this way.”

He froze. He was on top of her, buried deep inside her, his body enveloping hers, and his abrupt pause made her gasp.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean—”

“Shh,” he soothed her. Shifting to balance on one hand, he used the other to tuck a shock of auburn hair behind her ear. “I wish we could, too.”

She tilted her chin up to meet his eyes. He kissed her hard and started moving within her again. If yearning and conviction were strong enough to overcome biological reality, they would have easily sparked life on that plush king bed with its 1,000-thread count sheets. Alas, science defeated faith. She cringed at the irony of wishing for a different outcome, and hoped he wouldn't blame her for not believing enough.

Arriving at the hotel room after midnight and tipsier than either of them had been in years, they neglected to close the blackout curtains. The harsh sunlight woke her far too early the next morning. A pounding in her head and an acidic churn in her stomach weighed down the buoyant rosiness of the previous night.

He stirred alongside her. Both of their bodies were damp and sticky with sweat. The air conditioner kicked on and she felt goose pimples rising on her flesh.

“Morning,” he whispered, squeezing her tighter against him.

Last night, she felt as if she couldn’t get close enough to him. In the backseat of the car on the way back from the movie premiere, her hands were on his chest, his thighs, the bulge in his lap, as his tongue probed her mouth and she inhaled his heady blend of aftershave, cologne, and natural musk. She couldn’t remember how they shed their clothing, just her evening gown and his tux falling away as their bodies sought contact.

In the morning, though, she craved to be alone. Not to escape him, but to run from the implication of her words.The alcohol had smudged certain details of the evening but she remembered what she said to him about conceiving a child. And, as much as she wished he didn’t, she knew he had to as well.

With her head on his sternum, she felt him clearing his throat.

“I know we never really talked about it, the IVF, afterwards,” he started. “But if that’s still something you want, I would want it, too.”

“There’s not going to be another round of IVF,” she said, her voice raspy. “No more ova, remember?”

“I didn’t mean that specifically,” he said. They’d been intimate for months but this was the one topic they still danced around with their old, overly formal remoteness. “I meant having a child another way. There are donor eggs, surrogacy, adoption—”

“I know,” she cut him off. “It’s still so raw, though.”

“I understand,” he said. He kissed the top of her head and she realized they were both crying. “But I want you to know I’m open to any of it. If and when you’re ever ready.”

“Thank you,” she said. “I appreciate that.”

And yet, weeks turned to months and she never felt ready to face another loss. She still dreamt of little girls with her hair and his bottom lip; little boys with his nose and her eyes. But the pain lessened as time went on. Once she let him in, she felt less alone. Together, their lives felt full.

II.

She knew he hadn’t been close to his mother, but after Teena’s death—and the concurrent shift in their relationship—she made more of an effort to involve him with her family. At first, he resisted. She suspected he feared being an imposition or, worse, a tangible reminder of all his quest had taken away from her and her family. She could meet his stubbornness with her own, though, and in the end he couldn’t turn her down.

They began with casual dinners at her mother’s and, just short of a year into their relationship, she managed to convince him to fly with her to Bill’s for Christmas. Matthew, nearly three, had been joined by a younger sister, Caitlin, only a few months old on their first visit. With Caitlin in her arms, Scully shifted her gaze between the unbroken peace of the infant’s sleeping face and Mulder’s worried facade. With her widest smile and honest eyes she attempted wordlessly conveying to him that she was truly happy. No one offered the baby to Mulder to hold and he didn’t volunteer. For that, she felt thankful. As content as she was, she wasn’t ready to face the image of what might have been.

They visited more frequently over the years, becoming regular fixtures in her nephew and niece’s lives. They went to kindergarten graduations, birthday parties, little league games, and dance recitals. When the kids were a little older, they took them out for the day, just the four of them, to the zoo, the aquarium, the beach.

Bill was a football fan but his son preferred the slower, cerebral rhythm of baseball.

“Good,” Bill said, eyeing Mulder on the couch discussing the Padres odds of making it into the playoffs with Matthew. “You can watch this with him. It’s too boring for me.”

And Mulder did, for hours at a time even though it wasn’t his team. The boy’s wonder and curiosity in the game mattered more than who won or lost. He saw so much of Scully in her nephew’s precocious, methodical nature. Matthew even corrected his math.

Everyone else was surprised by how good Mulder was with the kids, but she never had doubts. She’d seen him on cases interacting with children at the worst possible moments of their lives—after losing a parent or a sibling, or witnessing a heinous crime—but he always approached them with respect, kindness, and patience. Knowing what it was like to feel alone and misunderstood, he gave them the space they needed.

Aware of her infertility, her family knew better than to whisper to her that he’d be a wonderful father, but that didn't stop her from hearing the words reverberate in her own mind. But they were merely echoes bouncing off the cold walls of a barren canyon. Unable to find purchase, they dissipated and faded away into the ether.

It was only once when a three-year-old Caitlin became inconsolable for reasons that were impossible for adult minds to decipher and would only accept comforting from her mother that Scully felt the emptiness in her arms as she handed the toddler over to Tara.

An hour later, the girl’s mood lifted just as mysteriously as it fell and she was eager to show her aunt her Barbie doll’s new wardrobe. Scully sat cross legged on the floor switching out outfits for so long that her legs fell asleep and Mulder had to help her up. As he lifted her to stand, he softly kissed her neck, just beneath her ear.

Once, Tara was even able to wrangle the kids on her own when Bill was at sea, and they flew out to DC to visit. They stayed at her mother’s—Scully’s apartment that she now shared with Mulder was too small to house them all—but Mulder and Scully spent nearly every waking moment with Matthew and Caitlin. The city they walked every day took on a new tint through the children’s excited eyes. Who knew there were so many interactive exhibits at the National Air and Space Museum? That the pizza place on her block threw in candy with your order if you picked up a child’s size pie?

They fell into bed exhausted but giggling over the silly comments the kids had entertained them with each day.

Their visit ended with airport hugs and kisses. As they returned to their car in the parking lot, she felt a sinking sense of guilt.

“You could have this for real, you know,” she said. “With someone else.”

For an instant, their roles reversed and he looked at her like she’d lost her mind. “It’s only you,” he vowed. “You and me. Forever.”

As jet planes soared above them bringing families together or drawing them apart, he wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. This was family, too, she knew. Two hearts that had found each other.

III.

The only time she ever felt glad they weren’t able to have children was when they learned the date of colonization. She’d already seen one daughter’s life cut short by the work of these horrible men and she couldn’t watch another die. If the IVF had worked, their child would only barely have made it to its teenage years.

By the time they learned the date, they only had five years left to fight. To thwart their efforts, their enemies had them both framed for crimes and they became fugitives. Cut off from the resources of the bureau and even the power to use their own names, their struggle intensified, but they never gave up.

The Gunmen helped them go deep underground. For years, they exchanged old fake identities for new ones and took up disposable backstories in dozens of nameless towns across the country. Once either of them picked up even a passing whiff of threat, they’d pack their bags and leave one life behind for the next. She thanked God she didn’t have to force a child to live like this.

In another life, these would have been the years she devoted to bedtime stories, school pickups, and soccer practices. Instead, she spent them corresponding with others in the resistance through encrypted emails sharing research findings and making plans.

With a year to go, she finally developed a promising vaccine formulation using samples of the extraterrestrial virus stolen from a syndicate lab by a scientist sympathetic to their cause. She tested her inoculation on mice and stray dogs. All the creatures showed immunity.

Mulder insisted on being her first human test subject.

“Absolutely not,” she argued. “You were exposed to the virus in that gulag. There’s no way to know how either the vaccine or this particular strain of contagion would interact with your existing antibodies. Besides, the resistance can’t afford to lose you. I can’t afford to lose you.”

Ultimately, Frohiked stepped up.

“I’m the eldest,” he said, when the five of them met up. “I have the least time remaining.”

The rest of them started to dispute but he waved his hands to cut them off.

“I’m disposable,” he continued. “Scully’s the only one with the medical know-how, Mulder’s got his connections and that spooky sixth sense that’ll come in handy. Byers’s has the bland face of comforting authority that’ll convince everyone to line up for this wacky new shot, and Langly’s a decent enough hacker to break down all the digital fortresses you’ll need to penetrate.”

“This better not be some ploy to get me to admit your kung fu is so far superior to mine that we can’t possibly lose you,” Langly deadpanned.

“Not a chance, hippie,” Frohike huffed. “It’s just that you’re allergic to bees so we all know the anaphylaxis would take you out long before the virus had a chance.”

So he rolled up his sleeve and let her give him the injection. She waited for a crude joke as she swabbed his deltoid with alcohol and then depressed the plunger of the syringe, but Frohike remained serious and stoic. He’d been a good friend to them over the years and she didn’t underestimate him.

They waited two weeks for the vaccine to take effect, and then she tested his antibodies. According to her research, his levels appeared high enough to fend off the virus. They locked him in the basement of a rural home they’d rented with a reliable Wi-Fi connection, a week’s worth of food and water, and a hive of genetically engineered Africanized honey bees.

Stung to shit, he texted the rest of them later that night.

Any symptoms? Scully wrote.

All copacetic so far, he responded. My faith in the good doctor remains.

Godspeed, Byers replied.

A week later, they unlocked the basement door. With the exception of scattered pink welts from the bee stings that had already begun to heal, he emerged unscathed. No gelatinous tissue. No gestating alien.

“Dr. Scully,” he said, grinning. “Your patient lives.”

Byers and Langly whooped and applauded.

Mulder kissed her on the forehead. “I knew you could do it,” he said. There might be hope after all.

Scully argued they had to find a way to deliver the vaccine surreptitiously, that no one would believe their claims of an upcoming alien invasion. But Mulder insisted it had to be a choice. That if they inoculated the population without consent, they’d be no better than the syndicate of men who secretly carried out their tests on unwilling, innocent citizens for decades. Although she feared his plan would result in unnecessary death, she didn’t deny he was in the right morally.

As word of a successful vaccine spread, more and more scientists defected from the syndicate to join the resistance. Mulder and Scully never fully trusted them, wary that they’d found their consciences a little too late, but still welcomed the information they had to offer. They mapped where the bees would be released and charted the timeline of the ships’ arrivals.

In the months leading up to the date, Scully became the public face of the resistance, using her scientific background and medical credentials to plead their case and insist on widespread vaccine uptake. She published their old case reports, not sparing the public any of the gory imagery of what laid ahead if they failed to act.

Miraculously, it worked. Enough of the populace accepted the vaccine that, paired with a syndicate significantly weakened by the resistance, they were able to ward off the invasion. The ships were picked up on radar systems but they must have been able to detect their accomplices’ failure on the ground and they quickly reversed course.

Mulder and Scully’s names were cleared and they were lauded as heroes after spending years as outlaws.

As they sat on their porch and watched the sun set on that unseasonably warm but otherwise unremarkable December evening, the old emptiness threatened to temper the joy of victory.

“Our children could have had a future,” she said.

“Scully, you gave all the children a future.”

He leaned in to kiss her. The world didn’t end.

IV.

Life went on, which meant its shadow, death, kept up its work as well. It didn’t feel fair that she only got to enjoy a few more years with her mother after they were free to come out of hiding, but at least Maggie Scully maintained her sharp mind until the very end.

Only in these last few days, on a steady morphine drip to ease her transition into the next world, did the loving relatives streaming in to visit her bedside start blurring together.

“You’re such a good mother,” she said to Scully, after spending an afternoon with her, Matthew, and Caitlin. “You’ve raised them so well.”

Scully didn’t have the heart to correct her, to remind her that these were Bill and Tara’s children, not her own. So she smiled and kissed the thin skin on her mother’s brow.

“I learned from you,” she said.

Her life was rich, even without children. She had Mulder, her extended family, and her work. She didn’t know if her mother would ever understand that, so she let her die believing her daughter was happy in a way that she could comprehend.

V.

After his stroke, she knew they didn't have much time left together. He was still the same man she met and fell in love with so long ago, still possessed his wit and encyclopedic memory of all things paranormal, only operated at a slightly slower frequency.

So it didn’t surprise her when she woke up one morning and his body was next to her, but he was gone. She had nearly lost him so many times over the years, but when it finally happened she felt oddly at peace. He had lived a long life. He had been vindicated, defeated his enemies, and even saved the world. They had spent decades at each other’s side, the intensity of their love never fading. Still, a lifetime together was not enough time.

She wanted to stay in the house, it was theirs after all, but it became harder and harder to keep up on her own. Caitlin offered for her to come live with her and her husband in Southern California. Their own children were all grown up and on their own, so they had plenty of room for her. She liked the idea of returning to the Pacific of her youth, so she agreed and began clearing out the house.

They didn’t have much. There was no fortune, no priceless family heirlooms, but there was neat, lawyer-signed paperwork dividing what they did have between Matthew, Caitlin, and their children. She was glad to help them in some way, however small.

She didn’t mind getting rid of their belongings. Her childhood as an itinerant Navy brat and her years on the run with Mulder had taught her not to value material things. But then there were the files. Their life’s work, cataloged in dozens of cabinets in their home office. Their true legacy.

A few weeks before moving, she got the email.

Dear Dr. Scully,

My name is Tegan Marks and I’m a special agent with the FBI. I read about your husband’s recent passing and I wanted to express my sincere condolences. I must admit that I’ve long been an admirer of both of you, ever since learning of your work in preventing the alien colonization of 2012.

As you know, the X-Files division has been closed since you and Agent Mulder departed from the bureau. However, that hasn’t stopped reports of unexplained phenomena from coming in. We just don’t have a unit or any resources devoted to investigating them. While I’m currently assigned to the violent crimes section, I’ve petitioned my supervisors to reopen the X-Files and they’ve been receptive.

In order to establish a thorough database of this type of phenomena and its history, I was hoping to access your files to scan and digitize. I would happily return the physical copies to you once I’m done.

I hope to hear from you soon.

Best, Special Agent Tegan Marks

Scully replied that Agent Marks was welcome to come and pick up the files anytime, no need to return them.

She showed up excitedly a week later. She was so young—probably no older than Scully was the day she was assigned to the X-Files herself—and so full of passion and curiosity. If aliens had colonized the planet in 2012, Agent Marks never would have been born. Scully led her to the home office where wall to wall filing cabinets held the secrets of her life’s work.

“Oh wow,” Marks said, surveying the office. “I think this is more than I can fit in my car. I might have to make a few trips.”

“Take as much time as you need,” Scully said.

“And I’m happy to bring them back once I’ve digitized them.”

“No,” Scully stopped her. “Please, keep them. They belong with someone who will put them to use.”

Scully watched as Marks hauled folder after folder to her car. She loaded the backseat and trunk to the brim but had barely reached the M’s for Mothmen.

“I don’t know how to thank you for this,” she said.

“I should be thanking you,” Scully said. “I know nothing would make my husband happier than to know that these were with someone who wanted to carry on our legacy. Before you head back, would you like to join me for some coffee or tea?”

“Tea would be lovely,” Marks said and followed her back into the kitchen.

“I’m honestly glad you reached me when you did,” Scully said as she boiled the kettle. “I’m in the process of downsizing and I didn’t know what to do with all of these.”

“Well, I’m glad I got in touch,” said Marks. “I’m looking forward to diving into these.”

“I can’t believe they’re reopening the X-Files after all these years.” Scully shook her head. “Do you have a partner?”

“I’m in the process of selecting someone now. It’s been challenging, though.”

Scully nodded, indicating for her to go on.

“Well, I’m obviously very open-minded about the paranormal but not many other agents are. I imagine this work would be much easier with a fellow believer.”

“Hmm,” Scully said, pausing to sip her tea. “You might be surprised. Mulder and I rarely saw eye-to-eye on our cases but I think that challenging each other is what made us such a good team. Just make sure you find someone you actually enjoy disagreeing with.”

“Thanks for the advice,” Marks said. “Although I don’t think partnerships like that are all that common.”

“No,” Scully said, smiling. “I don’t suppose they are.”

After they finished their tea, Scully saw the younger woman to the door and watched as she drove away; their legacy in good hands.

#xfiles #txf #msr #xf fanfic #the x files #xfiles fanfic #x files

[panickingpansexuality]

He's Back

Alex x GN Farmer

Alex is finally going pro so a deadbeat has decided to make themselves known.

It was a warm fall day, Alex, his grandparents, and you were outside fixing up the house for winter.

The gutters needed cleaned and there was a side of the house that could use a fresh coat of paint, and of course the leaves were everywhere.

You four were enjoying this time because this time by next year Alex would be going pro and instead of being by your side he'd be on the television.

Kent and Elliott had stopped by not too long after the work began and felt obligated to help out. Elliott was talking with Evelyn stuffing the leaves into garbage bags that looked like jack-o-lanterns.

Alex climbed down the ladder that Kent was holding and stopped to watch for a second as you painted the side of the house, he let out a low whistle.

"Think I'm refreshed."

You looked over at him and laughed, he hopped down the ladder and came up behind you and held you close.

"Five minutes break!" He called out.

"No way." You said trying to squirm away, "I'm almost done."

While you squirmed the brush slipped from your hands causing it to swing and smear some paint into Alexs' hand, you both looked at it for a moment before Alex wiped the paint on your cheek.

You gasped and he let you go just in time for you to chase him around the house with the brush.

Evelyn watched you two fondly as George yelled out to you both;

"Don't go spilling all that paint!"

The fun was cut short when a man stepped towards the house recognizing the two elders.

"Alex?" A voice called out.

Alex froze as he came around the house, he put his hand out to stop you from going further as if it was going to protect you from the sight unfolding in front of you.

A man stepped into view, he looked completely unfamiliar the only few things that may have looked somewhat familiar to you was maybe his nose and hair.

You gripped Alex's dark skinned hand and he squeezed yours in return.

"Who are you?" Kent questioned crossing his arms.

"Alex?" The man called again completely ignoring Kent. Evelyn placed a hand on her heart and went to stand beside her grandson. Elliott stood in front of you both to stop the man from getting any closer.

"Get the Hell out of this town!" George growled out. "Yer not welcomed here!"

"I have a right to see my son Mullner." The man growled out.

"I'm not your son." Alex said barley above a whisper.

"Look at you!" The man said standing just foot back from punching distance. "I saw your name in the Grid Ball line up and then when I looked it up to make sure it was you I saw you got married!"

Alex pushed you behind him like it was going to hide you. Gently you push Alexs' hand away and step forward.

"Your Alex's sperm donor?" You ask sweetly.

The man is taken aback by the term it give you time to continue.

"I didn't know it was national deadbeat day? Who knew that you folk like to show up out of nowhere and spread your bullshit? Now I've got three bombs on me (freshly made), and Kent and I both are armed so get off of the Mullners property before I bust them out."

Kent lets out a snort behind the man who is starring at you completely offended.

"Are-Are you going to let them talk to me like this?!" The man says starring at Alex. "Your own father?!"

"Alex is more of any man's son here than yours." Elliott said sharply. "Now from what I'm guessing you're only here because Alex is finally accomplishing his dreams, no thanks to you, so you're here to mooch off of his success. If you wanted to become his father you would've called long before this."

"Who the fuck is this dweeb?!" The man said to Elliott.

"This dweeb is one of the men who's had the privilege of being a father figure to Alex! Who's gotten to see him graduate, help him with homework, and each and everyone of us in this town showed up for at least one of his games! Now I suggest you go find one of your many other children thst you may have accidentally drunkenly conceived before we pull out our weapons."

Alex's biological father looked like he was going to explode with rage;

"IM HIS FATHER YOU FA-"

"You're not my fucking father!" Alex yells stepping beside you. "You left my mom and didn't even bother to show up for her fucking funeral! You're nothing but a trashy deadbeat and I know my partner's waiting for me to give the word to drop kick you to China. So what the hell do you want?"

"Son-" the man begins but stops when he sees Alex's stare. "Alex. I...I'm sorry I figured we should get to know each other. You're going pro now and you're gonna need your family behind you."

You and Alex look at each other with a knowing look before you pull out your sword from it's sheath.

"Get out." Kent says, the sound of a gun loading is all the man needs before high-tailing it away back to the bus stop.

You turn to your in-laws and promise to finish up tomorrow, Kent and Elliott nod and start to clean up for you while you take Alex home.

He's quiet for a while, until he gets back to the house and uses your axe, mumbling something about trees needing to be cleared.

You fix the both of you a cold drink before going outside to sit with him.

His shirt's off now, thrown on the bench, he's cursing as he shows the pine tree he's cutting down absolutely no mercy. It doesn't take long for it to fall and when it does Alex stands there panting, carefully you wrap your arms around him.

Alex releases a shuddering breath and turns to you, burying his head into your neck and starts to cry. Gut wrenching sons that sound so quiet it's most likely he's used to making them that small. Your arms wrap around him tighter as continues to cry, when he's finished you two sit on the bench and he drinks what you've brought out to him.

"You know," you say softly. "I think if Kent and I worked together, we could make a rocket to actually send him to China."

Alex laughs and interlocks your fingers together, he brings your hand to his lips.

"I love you." He says in a dry voice. "I swear when we have kids I'll never do that to you, I'll never leave I swear."

"Aw man that means I'm stuck with you for life?" You say in a sarcastic voice.

Alex looks over and sees your face split into a smile. He pulls you over into a fight hug and says; "Yup."

Looking up at him you place a peck on his lips.

"For life." He says.

"Promise?" You ask.

"Promise." He says.

#stardew elliott #stardew valley #elliot stardew valley #stardew fanfiction #sdv #stardew farmer #sdv alex #stardew valley alex #alex stardew valley #alex x reader #alex x reader sdv #kent sdv #kent stardew valley #evelyn sdv #Evelyn stardew valley #george Stardew valley #stardew alex #alex sdv #stardew valley alex x farmer #alex x farmer

[vendetta-if]

can uncle have child through surrogacy instead of adoption ?

since Morozov family is rich.he wouldn't have problem with that.

what will be grandfather's reaction of adoption of child and giving him Morozov game when he doesn't have his blood?

Konstantin, sequel MC’s big brother, is actually conceived through surrogacy. And yes, the Morozov Family is rich enough that Luka actually paid quite a fortune to get an egg donor from someone with dual-powers, which increased the chances of the child to be dual-powered as well.

Sequel MC is adopted though. I can’t talk much so as not to accidentally spoil stuff, but their past will play a pretty big role in the story for the sequel 🤐

As for Grandpa’s thoughts about Luka or MC adopting a child, he doesn’t really mind. After almost losing all of his family, he’s just happy that his family is now expanding and in his old days, he just want to spend time peacefully surrounded by his grand and great-grandchildren.

Also, Luka and MC already see and treat and love their adopted children like their own, and Grandpa will do the same as well and consider them worthy of the Morozov name.

#asks #anon ask #char: konstantin #char: big brother #char: sequel mc #char: grandpa #char: luka #if: vendetta #if vendetta #vendetta if #if game #if wip #dashingdon #choicescript #hosted games #choice of games #interactive novel #interactive fiction

[maximumwobblerbanditdonut]

Had you played TV cliché bingo while watching The Couple Next Door, I do believe sparks would have been flying from your dabber. I’m almost in awe that so many were crammed in before the first ad break alone. Barely seven minutes in, Becka (Jessica De Gouw) and Danny (Sam Heughan) were pulling each other’s clothes off and having sex at their living room window, curtains open, in a way that no married couple whose small child has just left the room ever do. Except in TV La-La land.

It was a bonus, though, for Alan the Pervert (Hugh Dennis), who has a telescope trained on their house and dark circles under his eyes that suggest he does a lot of squinting while hunched over his computer (and I don’t mean at Wordle).

I suppose at least this drama owns its clichés. What am I saying? It revels in them. It opened with the classic taster of horror to come, Eleanor Tomlinson as Evie running in what we shall call TV’s “sexy terrified” way. That is, frightened but looking hot, hot, hot in a short silk nightie as she ran barefoot through a forest. We then flipped back in time to Evie and Pete (Alfred Enoch) happily arriving at their new suburban idyll to start their family, which was a sort of sunny Wisteria Lane and not at all like the Leeds I remember from when I lived there.

It told us everything was too smug to be true by having laughing children playing with water guns, lawns being mowed, cars being washed. Uh-oh. We know that can’t last. And it didn’t. Evie miscarried her baby (conceived with a donor because Pete has “puny sperm”) by minute 16. I have a terrible feeling that the koi carp in the garden are some sort of “swimmers” metaphor.

Sometimes the dialogue was so stilted, I wondered if it was a spoof. “You guys will get through this,” Danny said to Pete, who should really have responded by asking if he was a chatbot. It soon transpired that Danny and Becka were swingers (it’s based on a Dutch series called, yes, The Swingers) and they promptly had “that couple we met in Marbella” round for some wife swapping as Pete watched from his window. Has anyone in this street ever considered closing a blind? And, actually, aren’t they “the couple opposite”, not “next door”?

There’s a dull subplot about Danny being a dodgy copper, which ties in to a dull investigation that local journalist Pete wants to look into, but his editor wants him to cover the opening of a new city library. A new library? Pull the other one. The UK has closed about 800 of them in the past decade.

At least Evie cheered up when she got Danny’s powerful beast between her legs. Oh, I mean his motorbike, though it’s obvious it won’t be long before the other beast comes into play. I feared we might get to the end of the episode without it committing the top TV cliché on the bingo card, namely spontaneous sex on a kitchen worktop. But, no. Evie and Pete gave us a full house by doing exactly that — and during a storm for added cheesiness.

These couples are as wooden as Dutch clogs, but I am enjoying Dennis’s greasy performance as the disgusting stalker who pretends to like yoga so he can be near Becka. I must warn you that later in the series it’s traumatic to see the man who played the nice dad in Outnumbered masturbating. I must also warn you that episode two contains some of the worst cringey couple dancing you are likely to witness in your lifetime. I think the moral of this silly but entertainingly corny tale is going to be: “Don’t shag the neighbours.”

thetimes.co.uk

Carol Midgley joined The Times in 1996 and is a former Feature Writer of the Year winner. Find her column in Times 2 each Wednesday and her TV reviews on Mondays, Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays.

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Indeed I saw all the reviews after the streaming view, including all episodes. The Times’ review concretes many things about The Couple Next Door 💁‍♀️

[meguwumibear]

Give Us Each Day

pairing: wolfwood x reader word count: 1,300

This is just a short little drabble I wrote because I literally cannot stop thinking about Nicholas D. Wolfwood and wanted to explore his character a bit. Ignore the pacing and any errors/typos lol I don’t think there are any spoilers about anything in this, but i do briefly touch on Wolfwood’s past and his connection to the Eye of Michael. 

The thing about people is they aren’t capable of change.

Wolfwood has seen enough of No Man’s Land and its citizens to understand this. It’s a dog eat dog, big fish eat little fish world out there. Humans are lost causes. Especially adults. They sin and they sin and they sin.

Maybe children are exempt from this. Maybe not. He tries not to think too hard about his own childhood, about what he did and did not have.

He did not have parents. Or, rather, he had no relationship with them. He understands that for him to have been born, one of the planet’s many deadbeat duds must have knocked someone up. Jesus himself was half flesh and blood on Mary’s side. No one can escape a mother’s womb. So, yeah, okay, someone conceived and gave birth to him, but that’s about all his parents are to him. A sperm donor and an incubator. Nothing more.

What he did have was siblings. Lots of them. Brothers and sisters from December and neighboring towns. He was the eldest of all the children at the orphanage. He did what he could to look out for the others, sleeping in their beds with them when they had nightmares, teaching them how to whistle, kissing their fucking booboos. For a while, Wolfwood thinks that he was born to be a brother. And maybe he was. Maybe on a different planet, in a different universe, the ships don’t crash and a brother is all he ever has to be.

On this planet though, he becomes something else entirely. An orphan. A priest. A punisher.

Wolfwood is only human after all, despite everything, including all the fucking drugs the doctor pumped him full of. He forgets sometimes just how young he really is. So many of his formative years passed him in an instance. He just grew and grew and grew into the monster man he is today.

A man made monster. A monster made man. Or are those two things one and the same?

He gets confused sometimes. Can’t understand the difference. Perhaps a monster is a type of man or a man a type of monster. They’re related somehow. They must be. He knows this because he is both. Or at least both of those two creatures live symbiotically inside him.

That’s why the Eye of Michael sends him on these types of missions; that’s why they sent him on this mission: he is a monstrosity and a mortal. The best person for this particular job. To guide and protect Knives’ precious baby brother until Vash is ripe for the taking. Knives says they call his brother Vash the Humanoid Typhoon, but to Wolfwood he’s just an ignorant lamb inching closer to slaughter.

The Eye may call him the Punisher, but this job makes him feel more like a shepherd.

He hasn’t found the Typhoon yet. There are too many leads to follow. Towns are filled with unfounded rumors and listless gossip. No one seems to know what Vash even looks like. Some people think he’s twelve feet tall. Other people think he has a mohawk.

Wolfwood knows this all to be false because he knows exactly what Vash looks like. He’s seen him—or rather he’s seen his monozygotic twin. Vash will look exactly like Knives in another man’s clothes. He’s been preparing himself for the sight.

With no end to this wild goose chase in sight, Wolfwood stops at a saloon. The townsfolk here seem to think that Vash passed through two nights ago, but the place is in too good of shape for that to be true. Good shape in No Man’s Land is relative of course, but there’s no way a typhoon hit this city. All the buildings are still standing, crooked and cracked from the dry desert air.

He’s a heavy weight. He thinks it has something to do with the drug they shoot him up with. It helps his cells heal or regenerate or some shit. It takes more liquor than it should to get him drunk which means blacking out is a luxury he can’t afford. He’s five beers deep before he finally starts to feel a little buzzed.

Days he’s more man than monster, he plays a little game with himself. He finds someone who looks like they could be his mother or father and makes up a story about their lives after they abandoned him. He imagines they get rich selling water. He imagines they lost everything in a drought. He wonders if it was worth it. He supposes life’s always easier with one less mouth to feed.

Tonight he feels a bit more monster than man. The hunt is starting to get to him. He’s down to his last cigarette and if he doesn’t find Vash soon Knives will inevitably send him on a job he’ll hate more than this one. The waiting makes him feel itchy. Or maybe that’s just the nicotine withdraw.

“Need a light?”

He hasn’t lit the cigarette yet. Just has it tucked between his lips. He’s been chewing on the tip of it a bit—a bad habit he developed once he started smoking, but hey it kept him away from his fingernails.

“Please,” he says. He’s got his own lighter tucked away in his jacket pocket. It’s unclear to him which part of him makes him lie. Could be the man, could be the monster. In his experience, they both get quite lonely.

You strike up a match and hold it out for him. He leans in, cups a hand around the flame and inhales. The acrid taste of something burned and bitter fills his lungs. This has always felt right to him. The burning. Fire is just as cleansing as water.

“You a drifter?”

“What gave me away?” he asks.

You smile as you grab his empty bottles. “You’re a priest, right? Town priest skipped out ages ago. Said the land was forsaken and that nothing holy could grow here. Interesting last words considering he was the one doing the all forsaking. There’s holiness here. In the sand and sky and people.”

Wolfwood slides the cigarette out from between his lips and exhales a bit of smoke.

“What gave me away,” he asks again, flicking soot onto the table.

You shoot him a look, eyebrows raised. “Who else would carry around a cross like that?”

He hums. “Didn’t see a church on my way in.”

You’re smiling again. “You’re sitting in it. After the father skipped out it was converted to this saloon. People can take communion any time now. Not just during Sunday prayer.”

Someone at the back of the bar calls your name, yells something to you about doing your job, so you finish clearing away his table with a roll of your eyes.

A few minutes later, you bring him a beer that he didn’t ask for and certainly isn’t going to pay for.

“You devout? You looking for me to say some kind of prayer?”

You shake your head and laugh. “Oh no, I’m not a believer. Just doing my job. Gotta keep my patrons happy. Drink up.”

He wraps his hand around the bottle. It’s warm. Condensation has gathered on it’s slick surface. He swipes at it with a thumb. “I think I’ve had my fair share of alcohol. Was thinking of graduating to something headier.”

“Oh,” you say, resting your elbows against the table. “And just what were you thinking of graduating to?”

Wolfwood feels the smirk form on his face, wide and toothy and dangerous. You’re a distraction from his mission, but he can’t ignore the yearnings of the man and monster inside of him. Right now their desires align. Right now they’re hungry. Right now they want.

“You.”

#wolfwood x reader #nicholas wolfwood x reader #nicholas d wolfwood x reader #nicholas d wolfwood #trigun x reader #trigun stampede x reader #trigun fic #trigun stampede fic

[daisynik7]

Title: Trying

Pairing: Mike Zacharias x f!reader

Rating: Explicit

cw: breeding kink, daddy kink, slight spit play, overall Mike being a lovely, doting husband. Modern setting au. Mikasa/Jean, Erwin/Levi, Ymir/Christa as minor side pairings because I adore them

Summary: You and your husband get ready for the next big step in your relationship.

Notes: I wrote this on a whim because I’m obsessed with this man. Consider this a small love letter to him and all the Mike fans (especially the ones who are reading my Eren series “Rush”, sorry y’all 🫣) 

ao3 link

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Today, you and your husband Mike are attending your best friend’s baby shower. Mikasa is due in about a month, looking like a glowing goddess carrying her round belly and wearing a permanent grin on her face. Jean, her spouse and father-to-be, is equally as excited, maybe even more. He constantly posts updates on social media about how his “gorgeous queen and little bun in the oven” are doing. 

Arriving to the party, your own husband, Mike, displays his odd quirk by sniffing your best friend as soon as you greet the soon to be parents. “It’s a girl. I can smell it.”

You roll your eyes at him, embarrassed as usual, but always amused. “Honey, that’s creepy.”

Mikasa and Jean laugh. “We’re just hoping for a healthy baby. The gender doesn’t matter.”

“Then, in that case, they smell perfectly healthy,” he says, smiling. “Congratulations.”

In your friend group, Mikasa is not the first to have children. Christa and Ymir already have twins, currently glued to the TV in the living room watching Sesame Street. Erwin and Levi recently adopted a little baby boy, who is being cradled by Eren and cooed at by Armin in the kitchen. And Hange has her adorable daughter, conceived via sperm donor, helping Sasha and Connie bake cookies in the kitchen.

You can’t help but be afflicted with a small case of baby fever. It’s inevitable, seeing all these adorable children running around the house. You’ve been married to Mike for two years now, still enjoying marital life with just the two of you. But you’d be lying to yourself if you said you haven’t been thinking about it recently. 

It’s not that Mike isn’t ready. It’s you. He’s waiting for you to be ready. He’s mentioned it a few times, asking if you’re still on birth control, patiently anticipating the day you finally answer no. Nowadays, he doesn’t ask, allowing you to the be the one to bring it up first. If anything, Mike wants to start trying. You finally realize you want to start too. 

Later, when the party is over and you’re back home, you hide your birth control pills in one of your cluttered drawers. The one where all knickknacks that are destined to be forgotten are collected. You delete the alarm on your phone, reminding you to “TAKE BC!!” every night at 9:00 PM. You’re not sure if you’re ready to tell Mike just yet, wanting to use at least one good night’s rest to plan it all out.  

However, he doesn’t give you a choice. Mike, being an astute, attentive, and sometimes annoyingly observant husband, makes a comment as soon as it reaches 9:01 PM. You’re both sitting on the couch, watching an episode of one of your favorite shows while eating ice cream.

“Your alarm didn’t ring. Don’t forget to take your birth control.”

You don’t respond right away, pretending not to hear him. Of course, he doesn’t give in. Just as persistent as ever.

“Sweetie? Did you hear me? Your birth control?”

Biting your lip, attempting to hide an obvious smile, you lick your spoonful of ice cream before revealing, “I’m going to stop taking it, starting tonight.” 

He blinks, surprised and almost doubtful about what you just said. “What?”

“I think I’m ready, honey.” You set down your mug on the coffee table to wrap your arms around his neck. “Let’s try. I want to start making babies with you.”

He leans in closer to you, voice soft and tender as he asks, “You’re 100% positive that you’re ready, right? You’re not feeling pressured or anything? Because we can wait. We’ll wait until you’re ready.”

Your smile widens as you nod your head. “I’m 1000% certain I’m ready.”

The grin on his face is so goofy and adorable, it gives you the same swell in your chest you used to get when you first fell in love with him. That you still get whenever you’re with him. You kiss each other slowly, passionately. Wanting to relish the emotions surrounding this profound moment in your relationship. 

You feel him smile against your lips, absolutely giddy over the news. One hand slides around your waist, the other caresses your belly. “I can’t wait to see you pregnant with our kids.”

It sounds like an innocent, pure statement. But knowing your husband and being familiar with the sultry tone he currently exudes, you know what he wants to do with you in this moment. 

Wrapping your legs around him, you tease him with a smirk. “I just stopped the pill today, so it’ll take a few months or even longer before I’m able to get pregnant.”

“We’ll see,” he challenges. “Besides, it doesn’t hurt to try right away, right?”

“I guess not,” you respond, fingers pulling at the hem of his shirt. He gets the hint and strips instantly, leaning over you to kiss you more, tongue slipping inside your mouth sloppily. His body is heavy on top of you, surrounding you with warmth and protection that he so often provides. With his lips grazing your ear, he whispers, “You want my babies inside you? Is that what you want?”

You swallow hard, feeling your arousal leak onto your panties, horny and desperate for him. “Yes, Mike. Give it to me. Make me pregnant.”

It’s impossible for you to get pregnant tonight, or even probably for the next few months. You’re fully aware of that. But this still doesn’t deter you from having nasty, unprotected sex with your husband and, hopefully, soon-to-be baby daddy. And talking dirty like this is a huge turn on for you both, so you’ll be damned if you don’t take full advantage of it. 

Soon, all your clothes are tossed to the floor, abandoned ice cream melting away on the coffee table. Mike has your legs hoisted up towards your shoulders in a mating press, pounding away at your wet pussy. Drool leaks down the sides of your mouth as you let your moans echo into the empty space of your living room. 

“Mike!” you whimper, dizzy from ecstasy as he hits your sweet spot over and over again.

“No. Not Mike. Use my other name, honey,” he grunts out, grip tight on your thighs as he thrusts his cock in and out of you. 

“Daddy,” you whine, feeling your climax approaching. 

“That��s it. Take my fucking cock, take my fucking cock.”

“Fuck,” you breathe out, coming all over him. He doesn’t stop. Instead, he picks up his pace, riled up from your orgasm, needy for his own. 

“You want to become a mommy, don’t you? Have my sperm swimming around in this precious little cunt?” He gazes down at your arousal, letting his spit trickle over your clit. “Touch yourself while I fuck you. I want it nice and juicy while I fill you up.”

“Oh my god, Mike. Fuck me. Fuck me, daddy,” you moan, taking it like an obedient slut, fingers reaching down to flick your already puffy clit. 

“I’m going to breed you. Get you fucking pregnant with my babies. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, honey?” he growls, eyes wild with lust as he rails you deeper and deeper. 

“Yes, daddy. I’d love that. I love you.”

He lets out an exasperated laugh. “I love you so much, princess. Can’t wait to see this belly big and round. I’ve been dreaming about this for a long time. Been fantasizing about it.” 

You can’t speak, words not enough to express the affection you have for your husband. It’s been two years of marital bliss and every day still feels like paradise together. 

“I’m going to come, honey. Going to fill you up, okay?”

You wrap yourself around him tighter, waiting for his cock to spurt his warm load into your pussy. The sensation of being stuffed with him always pushes you over the edge. You come once more, his softening cock still nestled inside you. 

His smirks as he lowers your legs, pulling his dick out slowly. Any cum that drips out of you is promptly fingered back in, Mike determined to get you pregnant tonight. Again, it’s impossible, but you appreciate his effort and tenacity.

A few months later, after countless nights of trying, you surprise him with a positive pregnancy test. The overjoyed smile on his face as he squeezes your now pregnant body in his loving embrace is something you’ll have stored in your memory forever.  

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End Notes: I love him, I love him, I love him.

#mike zacharias #mike zacharias smut #miche zacharias #mike zacharias x reader #mike zacharias x you #miche x reader #miche x you #miche zacharias smut #miche smut #mike smut #attack on titan #attack on titan smut #aot #aot smut #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyoujin #snk #snk smut #daisynik

[horizon-verizon]

TWOIAF says that Rhaenyra gave birth to Daeron “In the last days of 120 AC” so 31st of december. would take make him a “bastard”? were daemon and rhaenyra already married in march of that year?

I wrote about Aegon III's birth (who I think you meant) and the timeline HERE. And the following was the calendar-"chart" I made for people to track the critical events around Aegon's birth:

Answer to the question:

Anon, you are wonderful! Before, I forgot abt AWoIaF, but your input has made dating Rhaenyra and Daemon's "affair"-to-conception-of-Aegon III easier. As in my chart-calendar above, all I had were approximations because in F&B they do not actually give exact month/day dates for anything but Laena's death. Aegon could have been born anywhere in the last 2-3 according to F&B, but now we know that yes he'd be born around whatever counts as "December" in Westeros. F& B says: "And thus that dreadful year 120 AC ended as it begun, with a woman laboring in childbirth." which I took as it being a "late November" to "late December". But AWoIaF's "the last days of 120 AC" is much clearer. Or maybe this was the case of a different translation of word senses between me and others?

So again, update!!!:

Aegon was born in the very last few days of 120 A.C., so "December". ("In the last days of 120 AC, she even delivered to him his first son, whom she named Aegon")

Laena dies in the first few days of 120 A.C. ("January")

A healthy, safe pregnancy takes 8-9 months of gestation. Aegon came with no complications or worry--so far that is told in either book.

9 months from "December" is "March"; 8 months is "April".

Daemyra married 4-6 months after both their lovers/spouses died. ("Neither Daemon’s wife nor Rhaenyra’s husband had been dead even half a year [6 months]; to wed again so soon was an insult to their memories, His Grace declared angrily."). It's still approximate.

Laenor must have died 4-6 months after Laena.

So Daemyra had to have started sleeping with each other at most 3 months after Laena died or at least 2 months after she died--if not immediately after (perhaps they were even sleeping w/each other while she was alive and that comes with a host of theories of how that would have looked)--and Harwin nor Laenor were dead yet.

THIS IS YOUR ANSWER, ANON. They would HAVE to have been married in the 4th or 5th or 6th months ("April", "May", "June"). They were NOT married in "March"--the use of TWoIaF lets me know the tea!

However...

There is both the difference b/t a conception versus a birth. Births are when children are pushed out the womb and become what we know as the "infant", who will grow into an adult, yada yada. Conception is when we got a fertilized egg/zygote about to develop into a fetus.

Pre-modern medicine knew little to nothing about zygotes nor how to detect them. They have known for millennia, though, that at some point a child begins to grow from the "hidden" womb/woman's body and it is that pregnancy is a vulnerable time for both mother and fetus/child, a delicate process. Medievalesque people like those living in Planetos without the tools or knowledge to detect embryos cannot prove who the father of a child already born is when that question comes up, they are going to be even less able to detect who their dad is before they are born. This is why they place so much importance on girls but especially noble girls and women staying "pure" or "chaste" so they can feel assured and feel that whatever child they carry and birth to will be their husband's, who has a two-fold stake in. It's not a positive test, but a negative one: it's not about detection so much as about removing/whittling down the possible sperm donors to no one but the husband.

This means that any and all fetuses conceived before their parents marry--and if their parents do get married before well before the woman becomes that noticeable or anyone important sees her the birth--will largely be NOT be counted as bastards.

This is another way bastardry reveals itself as nonreal. As a "natural" concept of identity. As a construction based on the happenstance of human behavior, decision, and manipulation, rather than nature.

Of course, the Westerosi would believe that an embryo (if they knew what that was or could trace the moment of conception way before the mom started to show) of an unmarried union would be a bastard. But let's ask ourselves how many people might have sex before marriage, conceive, and then decide to marry bc: one of them wishes to preserve their reputation (usually the woman); they wish to reap whatever benefits come from such a marriage; and/or because they do not want to bring a more apparent "bastard" into the world for them to suffer. I mean, how many peasant births would follow such a pattern versus the opposite? And for bastardry to be a true, natural thing of itself, we absolutely need to count peasant sex-marriage-birth-conception patterns, too, not just the nobles, bc "naturalness" explicitly & implicitly signifies "outside of large-human control", or something that occurs without human direction, intervention, manipulation AND nonetheless affecting them simultaneously. Like how plants using chloroform in their method of producing energy, that level of "naturalness".

Marriage then works as a tool to prevent both of these things. Whether or not the people loved each other. In real life, the Church wanted and proliferated the idea that people should marry through the idea of uno caro, or "one heart", where worshippers/those of the Catholic community (which is all worshippers) join themselves to each other in marriages to essentially give respect to God. Thus marriage is characterized as a sacred institution. And it was believed that sex was not only existed for reproduction alone, the accompanying pleasure was indicative of sex's "wrongness". Bc as one of God's worshippers you're not supposed to focus so much on bodily, earthly, carnal things or think them so "good" that it "distracts" you from God and "high", spiritual matters. Or prostrating yourself to God's will.

Therefore, anon, it really doesn't matter whether Aegon was conceived before or after the wedding ceremony. Since he's birthed after they marry & no one in-world found out about Daemyra's sexual pre-marital activities nor has publicized it, it doesn't matter! It doesn't matter at all if he was or isn't a "true" bastard when such a thing doesn't exist as natural.

#asoiaf asks to me #aegon iii #daemyra #westerosi bastards #westerosi society

[nutmeg-mayonnaise]

Hello~! I am a new fan of Ace Attorney and I found your blog and absolutely fell in love with ur fankids and au, aaaa!!!! It's all so cute!!! I was wondering if I could ask a few questions about it, if you don't mind?

My first question is regarding Maya and Phoenix! So is Phoenix like a sperm donor for their kids together and it's like an agreed upon thing they talked about alot beforehand and felt okay doing because they're dear friends and close or is it more like a comfortable romantic-leaning relationship they've got going on where they have sex sometimes but they're more like cozy partners?

My 2nd question is about Miles!! I wanted to know how he interacts with the girls! For them, he's more like an uncle right? (Or is he like another father figure for them too?) Does he find it more awkward/harder to interact with them or does he soften up and treat them the same as Gregory??

Anyway, thank you for enlightening me to this au!!! I just got through the 1st game and could definitely see the Phoenix×Miles ship but I hadn't considered how well all 3 of them could click together! I love that you're exploring that happiness for them and now it's one of my favorite au/headcanon's for AA!!! (^^)💕

Hello friend (and Happy Pride Month everyone 𔓘⭒๋࣭ )!! Thank you so much and I'm so glad you enjoy the au, it means a lot! The three of them deserve a happy and loving life together and it brings me joy to see that other people think so, too!

I always love answering questions about the au so I'll be happy to answer!

There's a lot here so I have it all under the cut. :)

(And here's another teaser from my illustration series I'm still working on. I haven't had much time to make new artwork for the au lately ahh ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ )

Anyway, with your first question, it's funny because neither is exactly right. In the beginning, being a donor was something that both Edgeworth and Maya mentioned explicitly (Phoenix feels that there's maybe a "nicer way to put it") but that's essentially what they believed that they were getting themselves into.

They discussed it for nearly half a year while Maya still explored her options and met with other people in the mean time, and this was already after Maya was actively looking for a husband for more than a year and a half. Luckily, Phoenix already knew a bit about the matriarchy and history of Kurain Village, so Maya didn't need to explain much more about that to him. Regardless, the arrangements had to be discussed at length.

Maya didn't expect nor want Phoenix to drop his whole life to be her house-husband in Kurain, so they knew early on that they would spend their parenthood together on a visiting-basis. They visited each other often anyway, so it wouldn't disrupt their lives too much all things considering.

This obviously wasn't ideal on paper, and there was some lament that it was unreasonable for them to be full time parents together. However, with Maya finding herself feeling overwhelmed "in a bad way", as she puts it, whenever she met with potential spouses combined with Phoenix's anxiety with the history of unhappy marriages in Kurain Village and wanting nothing more than for Maya to be happy, they decided the "less than ideal" situation was the best option for them.

Then there was the matter of conceiving the kids, which I detailed in a previous ask.

Their journey to parenthood did push the boundaries of their friendship, and after exploring what those boundaries were, they often had to stop and ask themselves what they even were to each other anymore. They weren't attracted to each other, weren't super comfortable with being married for a long time (with Maya opting to label themselves as "hus-friend" and "wi-friend" in private). However, they still deeply loved each other, found some forms of intimacy pleasant with each other (eg, they enjoy cuddling and sleeping in the same bed but not making out nor having sex), and, obviously, had children together.

It wasn't until shortly before Mia (the eldest daughter) was born--nearly 4 years after Phoenix and Maya decided to have kids together--that they accepted that their relationship could not be defined and stopped caring. They knew what they were to each other and that's all that mattered. (Although, their relationship can be defined: it is queerplatonic, but they don't call themselves this because they are ignorant to the label.)

As for Edgeworth and the Fey girls, it's also a hard relationship to define. He doesn't see them as often as Phoenix does, because when Phoenix and Gregory visit Maya in Kurain, he opts to go to his house to rest and enjoy some time alone. He sees Pearl's daughters even less, since when Maya visits LA, Pearl rarely joins her since she takes over Maya's duties in Kurain.

While all four of the Fey girls call Edgeworth "Uncle Miles" or just "Miles", he’s considerably closer to Maya's daughters than Pearl's. Even before adopting Gregory, he found himself involved by counseling Phoenix and Maya throughout their journey to parenthood, was present when all three kids were born, and even named the youngest daughter (Melusina).

When the girls got a little older, Edgeworth isn't hesitant to discipline them (well, Mia--Melusina doesn't usually cause issues) if he needs to. He tries to give them equal attention but he can't help but be somewhat distant to them compared to his son. Sometimes he overcompensates and Mia takes full advantage of this--and Edgeworth knows it. All in all, he's somewhere in between a father to them and an uncle. Regardless of labels, he is very much part of their family.

Thank you so much for the question!

#ace attorney #ace attorney au #gregory wright au #phoenix wright #maya fey #miles edgeworth #queerplatonic #aroace #narumayo #mayonaru #mitsunarumayo #mayonarumitsu #meg text #my art #queerplatonic ot3

[celestemagnoliathewriter]

Let's Talk Teddy Lupin and His VERY REAL Mother, Nymphadora Tonks

Recently I looked through the Teddy Lupin tags and something that jumped out at me was how many Wolfstar raises Teddy posts completely dismiss Tonks. Many of them dismiss that she existed - if she did, it was to provide a child for Remus and Sirius, and she is out of the picture. She is irrelevant and pushed out of the way for Wolfstar to get a kid. (Ditto with Jegulus, Harry, and Lily.)

I understand that there are some who are very anti-Remadora and refuse to acknowledge the role she played in making Teddy happen. But let me list the many, many ways this irks me, not just as a Remadora fan, but as a Tonks fan, and as a human who has spent quite a bit of time thinking (and writing) about reproductive donation.

Anyway. I know it's all fiction/fan fiction and a part of me wants to say let people have their fun, but hear me out, because that reproductive donation bit matters a lot to me.

You can't get Teddy Lupin without Tonks. Even his name is in reference to Tonks. Teddy was named after Edward "Ted" Tonks. Teddy Lupin is Tonks's child. He is also a Metamorphmagus. She is such an integral part of who he is that dismissing his mother's role in his creation and life is deeply unsettling. Insisting that Sirius is Teddy's other parent and pretending Tonks doesn't exist is such a disservice to Tonks as a character (who is a badass).

Let's get to reproductive donation, then. This is something I have studied for years. I am not a donor-conceived person (DCP) but I have researched DCP feelings/attitudes and I'll be the first to tell you that many (though not all) DCPs would be appalled to have their parents (social) dismiss and outright deny the existence of their genetic parents. Go check out We Are Donor Conceived if you don't believe me.

Even if you are a huge shipper of Wolfstar and hate Remadora, dismissing Tonks is troubling for me because of this, too. You can have your slash ships and still acknowledge a child's genetic origins. It's literally the same as real life - you can have LGBT families who acknowledge their children's genetic parents.

Though it might seem like a competition (and real life grownups have issues with this too!) there's no reason a child can't know and have a relationship with their genetic parents, especially if it's involving donor gametes. (I mean donor loosely here, as I'm assuming most Wolfstar/Teddy stans think Tonks donated, while real life "donations" are more like transactions - you can ask me about my opinions on this in my ask box OR check out We Are Donor Conceived.)

All of this is to say that if you ship Wolfstar raising Teddy Lupin, please, please acknowledge that Tonks exists. She is not evil. She is not an afterthought. She is his genetic mother and she is important.

(Admittedly, I have a bias because I love Remadora with every fiber of my being, but I have the same issue with Jegulus/Harry/Lily and I'm largely apathetic about Jily. These thoughts spring more out of my academic/professional studies involving reproductive donation and the industry that surrounds it.)

#remus lupin #teddy lupin #teddy nymphadora #remadora #nymphadora tonks #remus x nymphadora #remus x tonks #tonks x lupin #lupin x tonks #pro nymphadora tonks #pro remadora

[welldonebeca]

Safeword

Summary: When children play become too rowdy, Rhaenyra has to explain to the rest of her family what safewords are. WC: 3.1k words Warnings: Safewords for children. Fluff. A little bit of angst. Hurt/Comfort. Family fluff. Modern AU with the Targaryens. Talk of sex, but nothing explicit. Breastfeeding.

Keeping Up With the Targaryens - Masterlist 

Rhaenyra watched as the kids rolled around on the ground, playing a bit too rough for her liking, but having their fun.

"No!" Luke laughed, trying to escape his brother's tight embrace as they rolled around the grass. "Jace!"

She didn't need to look to feel Laenor behind her, nursing a bottle of water, watching them with hawk eyes after Luke's little shout.

"You know it's how they play," she reminded him, though not too comfortable either.

Her husband grunted, annoyed.

"But what if he is actually..."

"They have their safeword," she reminded him. "He knows it and he can use it."

It was their thing.

Jace and Luke were very close in age, a bit of a shock to her when their youngest came along, but a welcomed surprise.

Rhaenyra was an only child for most of her life, and Laenor was a bit too old to play on the same level with Laena when they were children. Their boys were just a little bit under two years apart, Lucerys was born a few months before Jacaerys' second birthday, and it meant they were very, very close.

In the beginning, she had tried to protect her sons. Treat them like glass, and make sure they didn't get hurt or played too rough. Luke was such a tiny boy, and she was always afraid he would break a bone or something!

It didn't help that Harwyn just threw him around like a football, making him fly, getting him upside down and all things that made her son giggle and Rhaenyra's heart to show its health by stopping and starting several times during it.

Now that Luke was three, they had gotten into a bit of a rowdy phase with each other, which meant more mini-heart attacks to her.

The boys would wrestle, roll around on the floor, bite one another, put each other in tight grips and do other things she didn't even know children knew how to do!

And they were so confusing sometimes! She would get into a tickle fight with them, and they would cry out, saying "no" and "stop", and as soon as she did - or Laenor - they would ask for her to do it again!

It was how they figured they all needed a better way to communicate properly.

And her own life of little thrills and fun made her have an idea and create a system in which they could express themselves a little more clearly.

"I wike bees!" Luke shouted.

Their safeword.

Jace stopped immediately.

The idea was for them to say something they would never ever say. They would use a word or phrase exclusively when they wanted to stop something they really didn't like. Jacaerys was afraid of bees, so it worked well.

Laenor breathed a sigh of relief when Jace stood, checking on his brother, and she pulled out her phone to read a quick text.

Harwin, checking on them.

They had agreed that he wouldn't be around her family. Her father and Alicent - and Rhaenys and Corlys - thought the boys were donor-conceived, and that they had prioritised the health and intelligence of the donor instead of his appearance. If Harwin showed up that would all be discredited very quickly.

"Go play with your nephews," she heard Alicent's voice. "You four haven't seen one another in ages!"

Rhaenyra raised her head, finding her coming down with father, all smiles, holding Daeron as Helaena stayed behind.

She put him in a built-up baby cage they had in the shadows, and Helaena quickly joined him. She was a little too old to be in a cage - she was a year older than Jace - but her sister was autistic, and Alicent coddled her very much.

Rhaenyra tried not to show her discomfort when Aegon practically dragged Aemond outside by his arm, not even looking at his wincing brother.

"Boys are so rough," Alicent giggled, sitting by her side. "I don't know how you can deal with that without a break. Helaena is such a breath of fresh air when she isn't buried in her ant colony."

"Thank you for the book on Valyrian insects," father smiled at her. "She drags it with her everywhere she goes, the pages are already wearing out."

Rhaenyra had given it to her as a birthday gift. Her sister adored the small animals.

"I'll send you a copy to keep around, in case it tears," she told them. "Kids can be a little clumsy, even with their favourite things."

Alicent smiled, and the back door opened, revealing Rhaenys and Corlys.

Rhaenyra took in a deep breath, steeling herself. They had gone to pick up Laena and the children at the airport. And Daemon.

They were going to spend the holiday with them for the first time since getting married and having the girls.

Since they left, and he left her behind.

But she had the boys to distract herself with, she wouldn't need to interact with them much.

"Aunt Rhaenyra!"

Rhaenyra smiled when the twins ran to her, kissing their faces quickly. They were lovely kids. If it wasn't for them, she wouldn't have Jace or Luke. Rhaenyra could never resent their existence.

"Hello, my dragon princesses," she greeted as her husband rushed to squeeze them.

"How are my two favourite nieces?" he joined them.

He kissed them all over their faces, and the girls giggled before Baela moved to Rhaenyra again.

"Where is Jace?" she asked. "Does he want to play?"

She caressed her cheek. They had put locks on their hair this year, it made them look a bit like Laenor.

"He is right over there," she pointed at the four playing.

"Hey, you know, you two could play with Helaena," Alicent suggested. "She just got a new doll house!"

Rhaenyra tried not to frown. Helaena didn't like doll houses.

"She did?" Rhaena asked, surprised and excited.

Baela pouted, not one happy with doll playing, and Daemon walked to them, patting her on the head.

"Go play with the boys, little princess," he told her. "Your sister can play inside with your cousin."

Rhaenyra tried not to look too awkward by his side.

"Hello, Rhaenyra," he greeted.

"Hello," she greeted back.

"You look more beautiful every time I see you," he praised her. "I can see why those magazines still love to snap shots of you."

Her cheeks flushed.

"Thank you," she forced herself to say, trying to act friendly and not like a schoolgirl with a crush.

"Well, once the It Girl, always the It Girl," Alicent quipped by her side, a sip of bitterness hiding in her giggle.

Laena came over, nice enough to break her out of the situation, and Rhaenyea hugged her happily.

Finally, someone to talk to.

"Oh, look at you," Laena squeezed her. "Is my brother treating you well? You need some sun on your cheeks."

Rhaenyra smiled and relaxed when she put her hands on her cheeks, always so affectionate.

"I would burn in the first minute," she giggled. "I don't know how you and Daemon do in Essos, I can barely take Dragonstone's sun."

"I cover him in sunscreen anytime we leave the house," she giggled.

Daemon scoffed.

"I look like a clown," he mumbled.

"You look like someone who doesn't want to get skin cancer," she corrected him.

Laena grabbed her hand, sitting by her side and crossing her legs, taking her hand to her lap, their intimacy something so natural for them, deeper than anything she had ever had with Alicent. Stronger, too.

She never knew about Rhaenyra and Daemon's affair, no one did. 

Why would she resent her when she didn't know?

Alicent, though... well, it was different.

"So, are you planning on adding a third anytime soon?" her stepmother asked. "Luke is already three, you didn't wait a lot after Jace."

Rhaenyra turned to her, squeezing a bit.

She didn't, hm?

"Well, I think two is a good number," she told her. "We are also pretty young. The boys require a lot of time, and we don't want to take it away from them."

"I'm sure you can manage another one," Alicent added by their side. "Look at us, we deal with four just fine."

Of course, they did. They had a team of people to do that.

She forced herself to smile.

"I'll think of it," Rhaenyra played with Laena's fingers. "We still got a nice number of embryos stored and some good fourteen years."

Her stepmother hummed a bit, smiling.

Gods, what a phony.

She turned to look at the kids, smiling at how Luke ran from Baela as she ran after him, squealing happily.

Rhaenyra smiled and glanced back at dad.

They had gotten the news of his cancer recently. It was caught early, and he was already in treatment, but she was still worried.

It was why everyone was reuniting here, so he could enjoy their presence.

Rhaenyra had lost her mother to cancer too, it ran in the family.

She didn't want to lose him too.

"Mummy," she heard, turning her eyes to find Aegon running in their direction, crying. "Mummy!"

Alicent stood quickly, looking at him, and he had a big red mark on his forehead as if a tiny hand had smacked him.

Oh, gods.

Rhaenyra stood, seeing Jace coming in, holding hands with Luke.

"Jace slapped me!" Aegon shouted. "He slapped me on my face."

Alicent looked at Rhaenyra like she could kill her, but she just rushed to her sons.

Luke was crying too, though not as loud.

"What happened?" she knelt in front of them, Laenor quickly getting to their side.

He picked Luke up as Jace turned to her.

"Luke told him to stop holding him down!" he explained, breathless. "And he thought we were joking, but he was using his safeword, mama, he was! And I used it too, but he didn't stop, and I told him to stop!"

"What did you do?" Laenor asked.

"I smacked him," he told him, raising his own hand and showing where he had done it. "Right on the... here."

Half on the side of his eye, half on his cheeks. Right where Aegon had the red mark.

Everyone was looking at them.

"Aegon didn't listen to our safeword!" Jace insisted. "We said it again and again, and he didn't stop!"

"Safeword?" her father asked behind them. "What is that?"

Daemon outrightly laughed, and she could see Laena shushing him.

Her cheeks burned in embarrassment. Gods, Aegon was 7! Didn't he know to be gentle with little children?!

"You have a safeword for your children?" Alicent asked, sounding outraged.

She stood up quickly, embracing Jace closely.

"We do," she told them, feeling her whole face red and burning. "Well, you know how kids are. Sometimes they are playing, and they say stop, but they just mean pause."

"That's true," Laena agreed.

Laenor came to her side, putting a hand on her back in support.

"So we have a phrase that means they are uncomfortable," he said simply. "It's not... give me a moment to breathe. It's, please, I'm very uncomfortable, I really need to stop."

Everyone continued to stare at them, Alicent like they were crazy, her father slowly processing things, and Daemon and Laena impressed.

"I love bees," Jace said by her side. "It's what we say. And we can say it during tickle wars, or playing, or when we are very upset, and we don't know how to say the words."

"Yes," Luke agreed from Laenor's shoulder. "And he didn't stop! It hurt."

She looked right at him.

"It did?" she asked. "Show me, honey."

He showed her his arm, and it had quite a big red mark.

"He was holding me down with my arm back," Luke mumbled.

Rhaenyra sighed, caressing Jace's hair.

Her little protector, always doing so much for his little brother.

"You guys are weird!" Aegon complained, sounding very frustrated.

"You should have called an adult," Alicent affirmed, accusingly. "We are right here, you had no need to attack your uncle."

"Boys play rough," Daemon added. "That stuff happens."

Rhaenyra glared at him.

"Well, what if it was Baela he was holding down?" she asked. "Kids need to learn how to communicate early, and with family. They are supposed to feel safe with us."

Her uncle stood straight, looking surprised.

"Come on, honey," Alicent decided, and she looked back to find her walking away with Aegon already. "Let's put ice on this."

"Is it hurting now?" Rhaenyra rubbed Luke's back. "Do you want to take a little break?"

Luke nodded, taking a thumb to his mouth, sucking on it to soothe himself, and Rhaenyra refrained from trying to stop him. Not in front of people, no.

"Yes, please," he rested on his father's shoulder.

"Viserys," Alicent called from afar, and they all turned to look at her.

"Bring some ice for Luke too," her father requested. "Thank you, dear."

Rhaenyra watched as she glared at him, but stomped away, holding Aegon by his arm the same way he had done with Aemond before, and Rhaenyra could see her second brother with Baela watching them.

"Why don't you go explain the safeword to your uncle and your cousin with your father, and I'll sit with Luke, hm?" she suggested, kissing Jace's forehead. "You did great, honey. Thank you for protecting your brother."

She took Luke, sitting down with him and cuddling her little boy close.

"We'll ice that arm," she kissed his temple. "And we can cuddle until you feel better, what do you think?"

He nodded.

"Please," Luke mumbled.

Laenor gave him to her, walking out with Jace, and she sat down, humming a little song with her sweet boy as he rested on her chest.

But it wasn't her father who brought the ice for Luke's arm, but Daemon.

"That is very smart, what you two did," he noted, giving it to her. "Your father and I could have used that when we were kids."

She smiled a bit, placing the cool bag gently over her son's arm.

Oh, he looked very sleepy, didn't he?

"It works for us," she caressed his hair.

"You and Laenor must have taken inspiration from... different places," Daemon noted.

Rhaenyra turned to him, half glaring.

"Daemon!" she half hissed.

Not in front of the children.

But Luke got her attention back to him, tugging on her hand and giving her pleading eyes.

"Mama," he spoke very softly. "I'm a little hungry now."

She raised her eyebrows a bit.

"For food?"

He shook his head, messy curls all damp with sweat.

"No, the other kind of hungry," he told her. "Please?"

Rhaenyra tried not to sigh.

She had been trying to wean Luke for a bit now - he was three already, he didn't need milk.

But she couldn't say no to him.

Anyway, The Academy of Westerosi Paediatrics said breastfeeding offered significant health and developmental benefits for children.

She looked at Daemon, but he was looking away, and she pushed the thick stripe of her dress out of her way and took her bra along, and he was quick to wrap his lips around her nipple, adjusting on her lap as he fed.

Thank the gods Alicent wasn't around, or she would make comment after comment.

She doubted his father's wife had breastfed any of her children.

Rhaenyra caressed her boy's cheek sweetly, rocking him slowly, humming a little song to him and earning a smile from him.

"All great warriors wean later," Daemon declared by her side.

When she looked at him, his eyes were discreetly looking at Luke.

Well... and something else too.

She rolled her eyes playfully.

"Those from your old history books, uncle?" she teased him.

"All dragon riders," he affirmed, emphatic. "It's what made them strong."

She giggled, and Luke squeezed her, kicking his foot when Daemon moved closer to them and pulled from her breast.

"My mama!" he argued. "Mine."

Daemon laughed, making her smile, and she petted Luke's curls so he could go back to her.

"Your mama," she whispered.

He took her breast again, not wasting any more milk, and Daemon leaned onto the table.

"So, the safewords," he brought it back. "Is it just the bees’ thing?"

Rhaenyra caressed Luke's cheek.

"We chose something they would never, ever say," she told him. "Jace is afraid of bees, and Luke is following him along, so we all agreed with 'I love bees'."

Daemon watched her face.

"Not dracarys, then?" he noted.

She looked at him, her smile gone.

Dracarys was their word.

"No, I don't think the children can properly say that," Rhaenyra decided.

Daemon watched her a little more.

"What about Laenor?" he asked. "Can he say that?"

She breathed in deeply, looking at Luke.

"We share different interests," Rhaenyra said simply. "You can ask him all about it if you want to."

When she looked at Daemon, he was stiffened, watching her, probably taking her words in a way much different from the truth.

"Of course," he noted. "I'll leave you two be. I'm sure Luke needs his peace."

Daemon stood, leaving them, and she sighed, looking down at her boy again and smiling at him.

Good.

Luke smiled back at her, all sweet, and rested his hand on her chest before pulling back.

"Flip, mama?" he asked.

She exhaled. It meant he was all done with one side and wanted the other too.

"Of course, honey."

So Luke sat up, and she covered herself before freeing her other side, and he latched on it, his bruised arm now hanging out, making it a little harder for her to hold the icepack to it.

Laenor moved to them, and she showed him the ice bag.

Her husband sat by her side on the long seat, half hugging her as he placed the pack on Luke's arm again.

She was going to look out and care and pamper their little boy until he didn't need them anymore, and after that too. Both of them would until their sons were sick of them.

"Hungry, aren't we?" Laenor hummed.

Luke nodded a bit, his little eyes already looking heavy.

She raised her eyes when Laena took Daemon's seat.

"Hey," she called softly, noting how Luke was already so close to falling asleep. "I saw you explaining the safeword to the kids, that is very interesting."

Rhaenyra smiled at her, and her friend leaned onto her hand.

"Can you explain to me how you implemented that with the boys later?" she asked. "I want to try it for the girls."

Rhaenyra looked at Laenor, surprised, but grinned.

"Well, I can explain now," she assured her. "It's pretty easy, actually."

Laena leaned closer.

"Well, you know when you are, maybe, doing a tickle war?" Rhaenyra asked. "And they say, stop! And you do."

"Of course."

"But then they want you to do it again..."

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"Safeword" is a story of the "series"Keeping Up With the Targaryens" series, and was posted in my Patreon in the 19th of January. To read other stories in the series before anyone else, subscribe to my page! It's just $2 a month and I post every day.

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[latinokokonoi]

NAMIVIVI’S KIDS AS TEENAGERS!

i used this picrew to make them, thanks to @beanghostprincess 🤍🤍

the first two are namivivi’s biological children. they were conceived from intrauterine insemination, which is a procedure that puts donor sperm directly inside a uterus. they both share the same sperm donor from a bank, who has freckles and the same hair color as nami, so they’re full siblings. vivi is the one who gave birth to both of them and are two years apart. the one with the tangerine hair is older while the blue-haired one is younger. they both wear weather necklaces to show much they love their mama, which is nami’s parental name.

the third child is adopted and was born in alabasta. she was found by nami in a box when she was three days old and moderately malnourished. after they couldn’t find a foster home for her, nami begged and begged vivi to adopt her, and so they did. she’s two years younger than the blue-haired child and is a sweet, shy girl who loves her mommies so much.

the fourth picture is nami and vivi’s second adopted child, who is one year younger than the third. he, also, was found by nami… in a forest when he was two years old. you obviously know how zoro has the worst luck with getting lost? well, nami now has that with finding abandoned children in the wild, but anyway.

he was not malnourished like the third child was, but was extremely dirty due to being abandoned by his parents. the only things he said were, “mama, dada go bye-bye,” and his own name. it broke nami’s heart and decided to take him in, with vivi once again agreeing to adopt. due to trauma, it took him three years later to finally start speaking in full sentences. out of all the kids, he was the wildest and unruliest one. always climbing on the furniture and trees. you name it, he climbs on it. he was having one of those days at eight years old, and it resulted in his left eye falling right out of his orbit. his behavior got better afterwards due to that incident, but he still became a mischievous teenager who loves to pick up stray dogs and cats.

honestly, my brain is too fried to come up with names for them and personalities for the first two 😭😭 but i think i’d like to name the blue-haired child as isabelle. i, once again, want to thank @beanghostprincess for this wonderful idea!!!!

lastly, i used this other picrew to make the kids as a toddlers!!!! i edited some details, if you can notice them.

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[the-empress-7]

"Are we sure that Meghan is their biological mother, because right now I have serious doubts. Two red haired blue eyed babies. Recessive gene or not I mean what the odds of that? Where is Meghan's DNA?"

Rumor-tracking anon here. So there are a few theories I've been following. It gets very tinhatty.

Both Archie and Lili are egg donor babies carried by Meghan.

Both Archie and Lili are surrogate babies (3 options on this one - Harry and Meghan's ingredients in a 3rd person body; Harry's ingredients and an egg donor in a 3rd person body; or Harry's ingredients in the egg donor's body).

Archie is the product of an affair Harry had with an unknown woman during the engagement or who was conceived during wild soho sex parties. Meghan padded and adopted Archie. All the discrepancies about Archie comes from their obfuscation of the affair.

Archie is the product of an affair Harry had after breaking up with Meghan (prior to Inskip's wedding). Harry panicked about another love child* and Meghan offered to pretend to carry the baby if he married her. They used dolls and rent-a-toddler schemes till the fake baby was old enough that they could pass off the "real" Archie as him. [* presumes that the rumor about Harry's Las Vegas child is true.]

Archie and Lili are not biologically both Harry's and Meghan's. They are adopted children who were picked because for their resemblance to Harry's baby pictures.

The Queen will soon be removing Archie and Lili from the LOS because she has incontrovertible proof they are not of Meghan's body.

They genetically-engineered their embryos during IVF to remove Meghan's racial traits (dark hair, dark skin, etc.) and create Harry clones.

Other rumors/theories not affiliated with their biology but more their existence:

Meghan or Harry will do a Michael Jackson-like stunt (when he dangled Blanket over the railing) with one of the children that jeopardizes their safety. The BRF will be forced to intervene.

When Harry and Meghan divorce, Harry will get full-time permanent custody and he will live with the children in England. Meghan will also move back to England during her 3rd marriage but will not have any kind of fame or popularity. She will not get the Fergie treatment (i.e. included in royal/social events) and only invited to events directly pertaining Archie and Lili's milestones.

When Charles becomes King, he will take Archie and Lili away from Harry and Meghan (because the monarch has legal custody over their grandchildren), which will incite the Harkle divorce because Harry wants to be with his children more than he wants Meghan.

MI5/Parliament is investigating Harry's paternity of the children and Meghan's pregnancies.

Told ya it gets tinhatty.

Rumor Tracking anon you are back. NGL this made my head spin!