#can have a positive relationship with his husband and his best friend and his son and his brother at the same time

[starogeorgina]

Redemption

Warning: Swearing, smut, hints of violence

Pairing: Ivar × reader

1.01

“Ivar!”

“What?” He whines like a child before placing a soft kiss on your bare hip and pouting up at you, his lips still slightly red and swollen from kissing you so roughly. “I told you I wanted us to have a child of our own,” he states, pushing himself further down the bed so he can have a full view of your own puffy lips. Ivar had a fascination with watching his cum drip out of you. He would often try to push it back in with his fingers or clean you up with his tongue. “I want to see you around with my child, a creation of our love.”

“I know you do.” You let out a soft groan when his finger lightly brushes over your clit. “But I’m so sensitive, I just need a moment to…”

“You’ve spilled too much of my seed,” he says, ignoring what you previously said. “I’ll need to put more inside you if we wish for this to work.”

“Hmm… fuck!” You moan loudly as he places a strong hand on either side of your head before thrusting himself inside you for the third time that evening.

Fucking was one of your favourite things to do, but Ivar would push you to the point of exhaustion with how many orgasms he gave you. He always made sure you came at least once before fucking you into oblivion.

—

You nip at Ivar’s bare chest with your teeth, and he flinches slightly, causing you to giggle. Burying your face into his neck, you mumble, “How long will you be gone for?”

“I am unsure, but I will return to you,” he says, kissing the back of your knuckles, “to our family as a proud man, not as a cripple.”

Shuffling into a more comfortable position on your back, you let out a huff. You understood why Ivar needed to go to England with his father, but you still didn’t like it. Usually you remained close by his side, but being pregnant, you decided to stay behind in Kattegat, despite Ragnar asking you to join them personally. Queen Aslaug had a dream of her husband and son drowning because of a storm, but neither of them cared much for her warning, so you tried not to worry too much; you needed to believe Ivar would always find his way back to you. Letting out a deep sigh, your hand moves to cradle your ever-growing bump.

“My sweet, sweet Drifa, I can see the doubt in your eyes, but I assure you I will not die on this journey.”

“You better not; I’ll need you by my side when I deliver our child. I don’t want to do it alone.”

“You won’t be alone. If I’m not here, my brothers and mother will remain by your side.”

“I know,” you say, toying with strands of fur from the blanket covering your chest, “but they aren’t you.”

Ivar kisses the crown of your head, stroking your hair as you start to fall asleep. There was no possible way he could assure you he wouldn’t die, but he would try to comfort you the best he could. You’d grown up alongside the sons of Ragnar, with your mother and Aslaug being so close, so you’d known Ivar all your life. You had considered him your closest friend before any romantic relationship had developed between you, but the flames of desire had been burning ever since he killed a boy who tried to force himself on you.

It would absolutely break your heart if Ivar didn’t return home.

—

You opened your eyes, scanning the dimly lit room to see where the sound in the distance was coming from. You saw nothing but recognised the heavy breathing as your husband's, so you closed your eyes again. Leaning your head back, you try to enjoy the warmth surrounding your body as Ivar drags himself into the room. You had the slaves fill you with a bath as soon as you woke, scrubbing continuously to wash away the blood that stained your skin. Your thighs and groin were red and raw, but you continued to clean each time you saw the blood from your miscarriage reappear.

It seemed like the right decision at the time to remain in Kattegat, but you were there when the village came under attack and witnessed Lagertha killing Aslaug while her back was turned. Moments later, you fell to the ground, screaming as a pain ripped through your lower abdomen as you lost your unborn child.

Lagertha had spared your life after you attempted to kill her by throwing an ax at her head. She thought that by letting you live, the sons of Ragnar wouldn’t seek revenge for their mother. Oh, how wrong she was.

“They say being in water so warm isn’t good for you, my love.” Your husband says he's propping himself up by his arms, leaning them on the side of the tub so he’s level with you.

You shrug.

“I can have one of the slaves help you get out and dressed if you’re in too much pain.”

Shaking your head, you press your forehead against Ivar’s. To most, he was a sadist and bloodthirsty man, nothing more than a man who craved violence to fill the void in his heart, but he had never treated you with anything but kindness and respect. Ivar found the love he always craved from you in spite of others thinking your relationship would fail. Since Margarethe spread rumors claiming Ivar couldn’t please a woman sexually, the other sons of Ragner enjoyed teasing Ivar, saying it wouldn’t be long until you left him for someone else, not that you ever would.

“No, that won’t be necessary. Besides, I want to stay in here until the water cools down.”

Ivar brushes damp hair behind your ear as tears start to roll down your cheeks. “Perhaps the gods took our child early so that my mother wouldn’t be alone.”

“Perhaps,” you sob. Ivar had been furious upon learning of his mother's death and had sworn to kill Lagertha one day, but he was trying his best to contain his rage around you. “Queen Aslaug deserved better. I’m sorry I couldn’t stop what happened to her, but her death will be avenged.”

“We will have our revenge on Lagertha, but for now we will bid our time. First you will regain your strength, then we will have revenge on those who are responsible for my father's death, and then we will have retribution for what happened to my mother.”

—

A mixture of dampness and thick smoke hung heavily in the air as you stepped outside for the first time in days. Hiding away wasn’t going to change what happened, and you wanted to at least appear strong on the outside. The first person to greet you is Ubbe, who pulls you into a hug. “I’m sorry, Drifa; I know how happy you and Ivar were to finally start a family of your own.”

Hvitserk hugs you next but says nothing. Behind you, Sigurd makes a crude comment about Ivar losing his mommy and then his surrogate mommy right after. You keep your composure, not wanting to give him satisfaction. Sigurd had attempted to seduce you several times since you married his brother, but each time you rejected him, making him bitter towards you.

“That’s enough,” Ubbe snaps.

Irritated, your fingers tap against one of the tables loudly, gaining all of the brothers attention. You narrow your eyes at Sigurd as your fingers slide over the selection of weapons already laid out on the table for the purpose of gutting fish.

“Just ignore him,” Hvitserk says, attempting to calm you down. “My brother is just jealous; he doesn’t even have a woman to stick his cock in.”

“Is that right, Sigurd? You are making jokes at the expense of my dead child because your dick is lonely? I’m sure we could find a nice pig for you.”

His face reddens with embarrassment when his brothers all laugh at him. “You’re nothing but a whore; we all know Ivar couldn’t possibly be the father of that thing that was growing inside you. He isn’t man enough.”

“Do not insult Ivar in front of me!”

“Why? Nobody cares. Nobody gives a shit about a cripple.”

You grab hold of the knife next to you and aim it at Sigurd. The edge of the knife scrapes across the side of his face, cutting it in the process. When Sigurd goes to take a step towards you, Ubbe steps in between you and says, “No more; you’ve upset our sister enough for one day.”

Another reason Sigurd hates you is because his family accepts you as one of their own. Aslaug treated you like a daughter, and his brothers were very protective of you. They admired your loyalty to Ivar.

“I am counting down the days until my husband finally kills you!” You hiss.

Hearing a laugh, you turn your head back to see Ivar observing the scene with a smile on his face. He had managed to crawl so quietly that nobody noticed him sitting on the opposite side of the table from where you stood. He claps his hands in amusement and says, “Isn’t she fantastic? Beautiful and violent.” Ivar licks his lips before sitting back in the chair. “Now, let us begin to plan our next move.”

Ivar motions for you to come over to him; when you do, he guides you till you’re sitting atop his thighs, his arm wrapping around your back while your legs dangle over his. He kisses your cheek and says, “Good girl, your aim is getting better.”

Admittedly, you weren’t the best at welding a weapon or firing an arrow until Ivar decided to teach you. You whisper, “I still think I’ll need a few more one-on-one lessons.”

He smirks before turning his attention to his brothers, who seem unfazed by you sitting on his lap, all aside from Sigurd, whose glare is burning into you.

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Flu love’s kiss - Magic returns to Storybrooke bringing back magical illnesses as well. 'Love Flu' is going around and it's catching. Swan Queen.

Temporary Distractions - It's been a month and Regina won't speak to her, until she does and Emma is left pretending to be in a relationship with her so that Regina can get through a dinner invitation with her pride intact.

Not going anywhere - Emma’s life was finally starting to come together. She has her parents. Her bond with her son growing. Regina’s walls have slowly started to fall, their friendship blossoming. This doesn't settle well with a select few townspeople that believe there is no hope for The Evil Queen, so they kidnap Emma. They will make her see things their way at any cost. Emma is found beaten and left for dead with no memory of who she is. The ones that took her still at large, Emma is left in the care of the only one who can truly protect her and the only person she allows near her. (tw!)

Reckless abandon - After Regina and Emma spend a night together, Emma is left to deal with the fall out, and a life-altering event, all alone as Regina changes her mind and decides Emma is not what she wants, after all. Will Regina realize what she's done before it's too late? Angst and Swan Queen. (the fucking best!!!!!!)

Casual sex - Emma and Regina begin to have nothing but casual sex diving head on into a friends with benefits, well more so enemies with benefits what will happen when one or both begin to start actually feeling something for each other.

Lattes & lace - Regina's a successful, focused businesswoman running a burgeoning lingerie line that is just starting to gain international attention. Until one winter, an irritating woman opens up a coffee shop next to her studio... and generates constant distractions. But not all of the distractions are a complete disaster. Only few.

Take a chance on me - As Emma recovers at the mansion from an encounter with Storybooke's latest threat, nightmares start to plague her from the trauma she suffered as a child. As Regina comforts her, the women grow ever closer. When Regina is attacked, Emma vows to do everything she can to protect the now terrified and vulnerable mayor.

Teacher’s pet - Emma Swan is starting her senior year this year and she's got a pretty easy schedule. But as her friends tell her about the Creative Writing teacher and how no one has passed her class with an A, what will she do? And who exactly is this 'bitch' as they claim her to be? Swan Queen-Student/Teacher AU

The reason why - Emma Swan never stopped wondering why she left without a word, not even a goodbye. She was used to being left behind and abandoned but when Miss Mills her favorite teacher/mentor of three years disappeared without explanation it still stung. Now over ten years later and a chance run in she might finally find out the reason why.

The crush teacher - Emma Swan's life was easy. She was constantly hanging out with her friends and was dating the most beautiful boys at school. But everything changes when a new teacher starts teaching her at school. Feelings and sensations that Emma had never felt before begin to appear.

A fortunate mistake - After Emma and Regina share a night of passion and a morning of misunderstandings sprinkled with some amnesia, Emma ends up getting married to Hook. But when Emma realizes she’s pregnant, their worlds get turned upside down. With Regina’s unwavering support and Emma slowly piecing her memories together, will their love prevail?

I’ll be home for christmas (with my fake girlfriend) - When her girlfriend dumps her the week before Christmas, Regina Mills needs a date to placate her mother’s insistent badgering. Emma Swan, who’s never really spent Christmas with an actual family, steps up to the plate. Throw in a very pregnant woman, her two children, and a Christmas Eve party? Emma and Regina experience a Christmas weekend they won’t soon forget.

You again - Emma and Regina have known each other since they were kids, and it's amazing how they just can't stand each other.

Has anybody ever told you - After a night on the tequila Emma Swan drunkenly causes mayhem in Granny’s leading to a few home truths for our Madame Mayor.

The rain came pouring down - Emma and Regina have spent the past year working on Operation Mongoose. Emma has fallen in love with Regina and is sure Regina loves her back... until a surprise shows up from the recent past.

A date to remember - AU. Regina is a very successful architect who runs her own company in NYC. She has no time nor need for love. Although, to spice things a little, she allows herself to indulge in a date per person, in order to get some action – no strings attached. Would she change her own rules after meeting a beautiful blonde? Swan Queen (No!Magic)

A month and a half of wednesdays - 40 weeks is ten months not nine... They have it all wrong.Emma spends every Wednesday night at the mills Manor, and has made a little discovery after one wild Wonderful Day with The Mayor.

Waking up - Emma wakes up in the hospital with no memory of her life in Storybrooke with her family. When she sees Regina, though, she suddenly feels a connection between the two of them and feels like she knows her. But how?

Always & forever - Regina Mills is a 34 year old widow who lost her husband Daniel just 4 years after they married. Not only has she lost Daniel but she's lost her 4 year old son as well; Henry. Before their sudden deaths she saw herself as the happiest and luckiest woman in the world. Now that the two people that she's loved most are gone she's afraid that whoever she ends up meeting next will vanish from her life forever. Now to avoid that pain again she's completely shut everything and everyone around her out. Family included.

Pixie dust never lies - A revealed secret, a broken heart, and a stormy night lead Regina and Emma on a path of self-discovery. In the end, they will have to make a choice that will shape their lives forever.

A new perspective - Regina disowns her mother and moves to London. Cora takes Emma under her wing and cultivates a business and a personal relationship. Regina and Emma meet after Cora's death and the fireworks start!! Slow burn SwanQueen and SwanQueen Family. Don't worry, dears, our ladies are alive and kicking through the entire story!!

There goes the neighborhood - SQ AU: Emma Swan has recently relocated to a neighborhood just outside of Quantico, VA after the death of her husband (Neal). She and her twin adopted daughters are just trying to find happiness again. Meanwhile, her new neighbors Robin & Regina Mills have a less than happy household. The women clash from the start, but through a marital betrayal the two women begin to see each other in a whole new light.

Stolen darkness - What started with a dream had revealed to Emma who she really was, upon the confessions of the Charmings' past sins, Emma embarks on a journey of self discovery. Dark Swan, Maleficent, and Swanqueen.

Mirror, mirror. - Emma is working her side-job as a mover when she finds the mirror, shattered in the back of a wardrobe. She takes it home, drawn to it for some reason. Regina finds the mirror in the back of her mother's old wardrobe. It was once broken and put away in a time of duress. Yet the mirror she is holding looks as good as new. When Regina speaks into the mirror one night, Emma answers.

Shadow Haven - Emma Swan is a PR agent who is sent on a holiday by her boss. Regina Mills is the owner of a private island named Shadow Haven. There is more to Regina than initially meets the eye. Swan Queen romance / BDSM story.

Feather of a swan - Emma Swan also ended up cursed in Hyperion Heights. With absolutely no memories of Storybrooke, she gets by working as a bounty hounter. After a particular long day, she just longs for a drink, and goes into Roni's Bar to get just that. But after she meets the bartender, nothing wil be the same again.

In it together - After both Hook and Robin are killed (and Hook doesn't come back in my story!), Emma and Regina grow closer. At first it's about getting each other through the grieving process, but eventually it turns into a much deeper connection.

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[countessqin]

Some voicelines about our dear [Name] as a playable character of Honkai Star Rail! - Xianzhou Luofu

Character : Jing Yuan × fem!reader romantically (lovers, husband-wife relations); Yanqing × fem!reader platonically (mother-son relations); Fu Xuan x fem!reader, Qingque x fem!reader, Tingyun x fem!reader, Sushang x fem!reader, Luocha x fem!reader, Yukong x fem!reader - platonically (friends)

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[Author Note]

I did voicelines OF our dear [Name] about the Xianzhou Luofu characters and about Astral Express family, so I decided to make voicelines ABOUT our dear [Name]. My apologies for any typos and/or mistakes, I'll edit them a bit later.

It is based on my impressions of characters and is purely my headcanons and so on. It includes Yukong, whom we saw at the beginning of Luofu story, Luocha, whom we saw at Dan Heng's part of story (both of them didn't quite open their personalities) so if they are a bit OOC, it's because I don't know their personalities as good as I want, but I tried my best!

PS. I still have exams and this writing was in my drafts for a month, so if it doesn't make any sense at some point, my apologies!

Thank you for reading!

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Small intro: - Name : [Name] - Age : ??? - Occupation : the advisor of the Luofu region - Status : ??? - Path : The Hunt - Element : [which you like]

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Yanqing

[About [Name]]

- Oh, you mean Lady [Name]? She is amazing strategist I must say! She has a huge collection of the of different antiques and swords, and even allows me to take some of them for practice! Oh and she is good at martial arts, I remember when I was younger, we were having small tournaments and she was just as skilled as the General! Mom... I mean Lady [Name] is very kind, so if you will have any questions or troubles you can ask her for assistance

Bonus [About family of three]

- M? Oh you want to know about my family? Well... Lady [Name] and General Jing Yuan took me in and raised me together. I have huge respect and gratitude towards them both... I-I don't remember my biological parents, but I heard that they were wonderful people. What I think about Lady [Name] and Master? Mom and dad, they...*warm smile* they are the best, one of the best parents a person could dream about

Jing Yuan

[About [Name]]

- Ah... advisor of the Luofu. Lady [Name] have a unique character, she can be both calm as a lake, swift as the coursing river yet fierce like a fire. A wonderful person for such position as the advisor of the whole region. Mn? What do I think of her as a person? Ha-ha, she is very kind, caring lady, always thinks about others that about herself and prioritizes others before herself. What is my relationship with her? Haha, take a guess...

Bonus [About a family of three]

- Advisor [Name] and I decided to take care of Yanqing after both of his parents died because of mara. We both never had a child of our own, but we still decided to try and give Yanqing everything he need and now, the Luofu have such a good lieutenant. [Name] and Yanqing always got along together, she was teaching him calligraphy and history while I was teaching him sword art and martial arts... ahhh what I wonderful memories...

Tingyun

[About [Name]]

- M what it is benefactor? What do I think of Advisor [Name]? Wonderful and hardworking lady. To be honest, I rarely see her not busy with her tasks... poor thing

Sushang

[About [Name]]

- Oh Advisor [Name]... well if I can say that our General-Lady of Yaoqing is more hardworking than the General of Luofu, I can't say the same about our Advisor in Xianzhou Yaoqing. Lady [Name] is much more competent than the advisor of Yaoqing, well at least in my opinion

Luocha

[About [Name]]

- I didn't personally met Advisor of the Luofu, but I heard that she is pretty reliable and hardworking. From what I heard, she was chosen out of 10 people what applied for position. They were given a task to solve and write an essay to explain why they solved case this way... and her one was the most logical and considerate

Yukong

[About [Name]]

- Lady [Name] is an amazing ally, advisor and friend. She loves to fly, but ... unfortunately she can't control Starskiff, be a pilot. No, that does not mean she is incompetent in this way, she is just too scared that one wrong move will result in catastrophe

Fu Xuan

[About [Name]]

- Position of Advisor of the region is equal to being the General of a region. One is diplomat, while other is a warrior. They both equally important. But, I think the work of an advisor is more complicated than being a General. I want the position of a General, but of an Advisor... no, thank you... I think Lady [Name] is the best person for such position

#honkai star rail #hsr #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail yanqing #honkai star rail jing yuan #honkai star rail sushang #honkai star rail yukong #honkai star rail luocha #honkai star rail fu xuan #honkai star rail tingyun #qin's stories~

[whereonceiwasfire]

Look. Look. I am as invested as the next person in a nuanced, well-developed exploration of the fractured relationship between the college trio, but I contain multitudes, and also just really need more AUs in my life where Maddie actually knows Vlad is now a ghost loser simp intent on getting Jack out of the picture and plans on ctrl-v-ing himself in his ex-best-friend's place like a badly photoshopped family picture, because I think this has the potential to be absolutely HILARIOUS.

Neither of them tells Jack because Maddie can't bear to break her husband's heart by revealing the truth about their long-lost friend, and Vlad won't tell him because, on top of the obvious reasons, Jack also keeps inviting Vlad to stuff. Family dinner? Danny's school events? Camping trips? It's remarkably convenient as it puts him in a great position to play Uncle Vlad until he can successfully enact his bonkers plan.

Except now, in addition to Danny knowing Vlad is up to no good and being very much not on board with the Fruitloop's whole shtick, Maddie's in the same boat too. But Maddie and Danny are keeping this info from each other because she still doesn't/can't know her son is Phantom and if Danny outs Vlad, Vlad will turn around and spill his little secret too. And for Maddie's part, she probably just doesn't want her son knowing that Vlad is a ghost. It's a bad look to admit you've welcomed a specter from the afterlife into your house (on multiple occasions) when you've spouted off how dangerous these creatures are since your kiddos could walk.

This sets up a scenario where you've got Jack: oblivious, Danny: trying not to reveal his secret while also keeping Vlad from murdering his dad, Maddie: being a badass ghost hunter protecting her family and blasting Vlad into next Tuesday every chance she gets, and Vlad: just, being very...Vlad about everything. Chaos and hilarity ensues.

Can you see my vision?

Jack's humming to himself while making dinner, back turned, unaware anything is amiss as Maddie saves his life, firing a blaster at Plasmius and sending him through a wall before he can attack her husband. She immediatley hides the ecto-weapon behind her back, giving a too-enthusastic "how was your day sweetie!" when Danny walks in the door, brows raised. Jack turns around at the interruption, giving a bright, oblivious, "Where'd Vladdy go?!" which prompts a groan and a "that guy's here again?" from Danny.

Maddie and Danny can bond over their shared aversion to Vlad's general existance, though neither of them admit there's a little more to it than just "he's an arrogant asshole." Or, better yet, they're both putting on the facade, keeping up pretenses, pretending they don't despise the dude, because how are they supposed to explain why they despise the dude? Vlad is impossibly amused by the whole song and dance they're doing, because of course, he's the only one who realizes that Maddie and Danny both know he's a half ghost and are keeping that from each other. And like, as if he's going to let them in on that little tidbit unless it directly benefits him.

Sometimes Maddie and Danny run into awkward situations where they're both trying to protect Jack, but they don't realize it, and they can't be overt about it without the other person realizing what's going on. "Don't you have homework? You go do that, I'll check on your father and...uncle Vlad." "Oh, no, no, don't you worry about it, you're so busy, Mom. I can go check on them!" "That's really not necessary. I don't mind at all." Meanwhile, Vlad is in the kitchen like "why don't you check that cooking oil with your face, Jack? Oh, I know it sounds unorthodox, but I swear that's how they do it in France."

#danny phantom #dp #dp thoughts #vlad masters #maddie fenton #Jack fenton #college trio thoughts #au #au thoughts

[chuluoyi]

tw vent — a personal life problem. i just have to leave it here bc i’ve been crying for two days. it’s long… so feel free to scroll past it :’)

i’m… about to break up with my bf of 2 years

he’s a really kind person. and i don’t exaggerate it. he always makes sure to show me that he loves me through little actions like forehead kisses whenever we meet up, getting me a customized keychain with my name on it, getting me meaningful gifts and flowers on important dates unprompted… and every simple and little gift he gave me i have stored inside a box and there are so many i’m bawling whenever i look at them bc i’m so touched that a man who loves me really exists :’) he’s my prayers coming true. i used to pray for a boy who will accept me as i am and he comes at the perfect time near the end of my college year when i thought everything in this world was jaded

not only that he also spoils me, goes along with anything i say… he is serious regarding our relationship, introduces me to his parents and siblings. i thought i no longer have any worries about the future. and i can say i’m 90% content with my life now— a great job, a nice boyfriend, financially independent… my life is too good sometimes it feels scary

but there’s no such thing as a perfect life and i’ve dreaded it quite some time… because i know that both of us have been avoiding a certain issue just so we don’t burst our happy bubble… and now that issue has come to bite us

we’ve been in a LDR for two years and i’m honestly okay with it, but whenever questions about the future comes up—like “where should we live in the future?” i always clamp up bc for certain i want to live in my hometown, where my job, parents and social life are. but the thing is… he has his own thing in his city, where his parents reside and he’s the first son so he’ll inherit the family business there

i eventually voiced my worries about this to him, and do you know what his first reaction was? i was so sure he’d immediately get worked up and convince me to leave my job

but no. it never happened

he was so shaken. and yet… he never denied me. he said he’d talk to his parents about it… he said he’d be fine with this arrangement even if he has to be the one going back and forth. he said anything that would make me happy… he’d do it

and i believe him. until the end, i believe him. because he really means it even until the end

i’ve predicted it already. no way are his parents going to agree with this. i know bc just put yourself in their position—your bright first son has everything in order, set to inherit the family business, but he’s going to live a hard life of LDR only for some girl… that’s simply unacceptable

now you might wonder why i’m so dead set with living in my hometown. in chinese culture, when a girl marries, she usually lets go of everything and goes with the husband. but i really, really love my job here. i love the work i’ve been doing, community and friends i’ve made here, the salary and whatnot. not everyone gets a chance to work in my company bc it’s considered prestigious. working here gives me a purpose— i feel enabled here and i can be a part of something greater. i’ve won awards and i’m considered for a promotion too in just 2 years in this company, so it’s really hard for me to let go of it when i know i can be more than just a housewife. and so, whenever i imagine that i have to leave this company one day… i’m crushed

and not only that, my parents only have me. i’m an only child, and my father’s health condition isn’t the best either. i can only shudder whenever i think of them being alone if left them here

sometimes i think i’m too selfish for wanting this. for wanting to keep my job. for wanting to be with my parents. for keeping my social life. my bf is the one sacrificing energy and money twice a month to meet me in my city, and even then i still want to ask for more

but… i really can’t lie to myself and say it’s fine when it’s not. and what makes me cry even harder is the fact that when he finally tells me what his parents’ opinions are… he cries too and said all of these:

“i want us to be together. i feel so, so lucky to have met you. there are some days in which i thought that if you weren’t there… then it’d be much harder.”

“i’m always so happy seeing you all happy and energetic, doing things you love. i don’t want to take that from you.”

“if i make you go with me, i’m afraid that one day… you’ll regret leaving. i’m afraid you’ll be unhappy and tell me ‘if i’ve known this earlier… i wouldn’t have left at all.’”

it’s the depth in which he thought of all of these. i cried on the spot in front of him because… what have i done? what should i do? i love him, i really do but in the end, i can’t let go of everything for him either

and the cherry on top? he doesn’t even want to instigate the break up. he said everything is in my hands now. he wants nothing more than keeping our relationship, but he doesn’t have the heart to make me unhappy. even until the end, he says whatever my decision is… he’ll accept it even if it hurts

i’ve been crying since yesterday. it’s so hard to let him go when memories of the past two years pop up one by one. he’ll pick me up, hug me on hard days, tell me that i’ll do just well, adore me and make me feel confident in myself… he’s been a really great emotional support for me and i’m so, so grateful to have met him too

now we’re still in a limbo. i’m too shaken so i obviously am not able to tell him what my answer is. we agreed to think of this further and talk about our decision in 2 weeks, when he’ll come to meet me again

i don’t know what my answer is even until now. i know the best course is probably breaking up bc we can’t agree on this particular point… but it’s not easy, not when we still love each other this much

. . .

for any of you who have taken the time to read this until the end… thank you :’) this blog is the safest corner i have and i really don’t want to bring any sort of negativity here… but this time i’m just too sad with everything and i think i need a space to confide in💔

#tw vent #so sorry i’ll answer asks later!! :’)) #thank you all for dropping by🫶🏻✨ #—chu’s ramblings 🗯️

[swordsandarms]

Saw this post by @queenaryastark and just wanted to add my two cents in spite of the problem always having been that people just want things to be what works better for them and "to make sense" in a simplified way and don't want to hear otherwise-

There are a very few things known about Elia Martell - that the author finds relevant enough to even share with us about a small background character - and yet one of those few things is that she had a good relationship with her arranged husband (political, non-romantic and all, "complex", but he took the time to outline that it was not one of those cases when these things have negative connotations). The only other relationship I can think of that he finds relevant enough to be known the quality of is that with her brothers - because it is a key element to the Dornish plot, no less. And he places her dynamic with Rhaegar beside it!

# No, we do not know that she was best friends with Ashara and depended on her and that she would have done anything out of love and how she was angry because her life was actually awful because of her husband! (she's merely one of a dozen ladies in waiting - a political position meant to benefit one's noble family - who just happens to be the only named one, and that for other plot reasons than Elia)

# No, we do not know that Rhaella loved her dearly and hated her son and thought he was so awful and they both see him as awful and (a silly puerile little fic that made me laugh once) wanted to make her "Crown Princess" ...instead .... somehow! We don't even know if they had a relationship. They didn't live in the same city, and Rhaella's day to day life is heavily monitored and controlled at ths point in her life. It's questionable whether they could even be in any amount in eachother's confidence, hence, even through letters, even if you take out the distance.

ETC.

We don't even know what kind of relationship she had with her own mother. People just want it to be good. They don't want details like putting a daughter with frail health in a very dangerous situation no matter how "responsible" Rhaegar turned out to be for ambition and spite against a political adversary to speak of anything negative. And I'm not saying it is a must for it to have been negative. What I am trying to get to is people are trying to write any other relationships of hers we know nothing about, or might not exist, or might actually have negative correlations from as much as we know as definitely deep and good and rewrite the only other relationship we are given other than her brothers that we are actually told what it was, and make it bad and weak instead. We don't know her dynamic with her own mother to be good, yet we know it is with Rhaegar.

It is a noted fact in the story, and the fact that the author cares little or not at all about others on the other hand but this was noteworthy to write makes it significant, too. And it isn't even a matter of being isolated and lonely and making do because she has no one else to have a pleasant relationship with. She is surrounded by men and women alike, Dornish no less, loyal to her, and they also get along with Rhaegar.

And if we are to take most of Dany's vision of them as real (as there are details like him seeming to talk to her at the end that may be skewy) then they are on good terms until nearly the end. If fanon that claims she hated him/thought herself as slighted and humiliated after the flower crown were true, then this would actually do characterise her as a simpleton/'doormat' instead, which there being an understanding behind his action would not and it doesn't seem to me that the author wants Elia a simpleton.

Yeah, yeah, consequences of his actions ultimately hurt her, though. And so people walk backwards then on the apparent idea that if someone's actions hurt you in any circumstances, then it can only be willful, and someone doing something that ends up hurting someone can only be an 'abuser' and such. All over the place, there are dramatic fanon theories about these two to rewrite what is canon of their dynamic as 'abuser' and 'victim', so that it would simplify the concept of his actions indirectly hurting her.

Canon doesn't support that. Canon gives the fact that he removes his arranged wife from the capital where there is the danger of his father, although that means the removal from the centre of political power, during a very tense political dynamic (literally described as 'like before the Dance'!). Canon says that when Aerys' cruel actions start a Rebellion, and he removes Elia and her children from the relative safety of Dragonstone (with authority no one can undo), Rhaegar comes forth to lead Aerys' armies. And fanon (against previous signs) paints it as him being a one-dimensional evil creature (from the author praised to write things complex) who cares not about fighting Lyanna's family or his lawful spouse and children being in danger near that man... rather than the fact that he is known as looking out for Elia's safety from his father, told to have had his last straw after said father rejects his daughter that he seems to have inspired love and trust in - hence the likelihood of him being caught in between and having no more choice than Dorne. Less, because he also has to go against the family of the girl the author says he's 'lovestruck' about also, because Aerys is dangling Elia and the children, that the author cared to give hints he cares about. Or the fact that he hints of having reached THE breaking point about his father as a follow-up fact at this point through Jaime's memory.

"Are you saying she was complicit in endangering herself? On purpose?"

It is very exhausting to hear such a train of thought from people who supposedly read books, and understand how conflict works, and that being a 'realistic story' with complex characters it means they don't know/understand everything and things are out of their control and happen unexpectedly.

That's how you get ridiculous theories such as "Rhaegar then planned it all to go exactly how it went and knew each thing that would happen and it was for some magical mass sacrifice or whatever!!" Because this is how things work. People make plans and it happens exactly as they expect, bullet points and all. And you'd have millions claiming that's a good writer who does well foreshadowed 'shocks' that the character would not know about and needs to be re-read to fully comprehend and appreciate.

Yeah, it doesn't mean that the plans and goals they may have had would be summarised as 'choosing Rhaegar mistresses from a catalogue' the way I saw it put somewhere. Yeah, that is dumb. But if we don't have the information on characters' train of thoughts from a point in time we don't fully understand, it doesn't mean it is fine to change base facts (the relationship of the two) to make a simple version that explains it away.

"Are you saying she is dumb to think this or that would work certain ways, whatever they thought they were doing/going towards for whatever reasons?"

Again, are we even reading books here? Have we not seen smart characters (sometimes older than these 2) making certain sound sounding choices with certain predictions at the time, and in the end none working out and everything falling apart? Don't we applaud it as good writing? Isn't Varys for example cathegorised as one of the BIG manipulators of history and planner, yet what we hear from people working for Young Griff is the frustration of plans changing all the time because what he predicts/wants/plans doesn't work as intended multiple times?

And since we're on the topic and fanon has mythologised characters like her into ridiculous heights, let's stop for a second to think who Elia Martell would be as a (actually honest) baseline. Young, inexperienced, sheltered by privilege as anyone of her rank and more so for her own health (according to her brother), very optimistic sounding, etc. Yes, most likely intelligent (described as witty), but it doesn't change the implications of the previous qualities. Rhaegar is also most of that (at least idealistic if not optimistic) - though I would say he would at least have the perspective of "harsh realities" due to his family situation, while hers was a loving one as far as we're concerned. So, yes, she could have even made/agreed with "naive plans" as well as him, and they could even have been intelligent about it too, as they both seemed to have been, but it being beyond the point because the world works chaotically and there's no smart enough character that never had plans go wrong ever in ASOIAF.

Another thing that I mentioned but want to emphasise again, though it is hard to believe that a fandom that wouldn't give a break even to characters 16 and younger for 'miscalculations' and not having it all figured out and not doing everything perfectly is... they are both young, too! I don't know what's the overall age demoraphic in this fandom, but it always baffles me that this is not addressed - early 20s is clueless, young, and inexperienced. If one is past it they should know it. There are way too many young characters I guess to conceptualise that (but, again, it is not like this fandom give the VERY young characters a break also so I don't know), but it is very odd when these two are seen as 'very adult' who should have known better (Rhaegar) or knew 100% everything like some 'hit by godly visions' Cassandra (Elia), especially, again, when you account for both being inexperienced and privileged. The 16 and lower characters we know would rank above them both (especially sheltered Elia!) simply by actually being forced into learning experiences.

All in all, whatever the details are or how things can be explained from that point on, people have to accept the fact that the writing makes it more understandable that they would have been 'in cahoots' rather than a cartoonish evil being and a young woman without agency whatsover that is cutie pieing with the man who she is also angry at for doing some great misdeed against her.

Would she think otherwise by the end, when all fell apart? Would there be targeted hate and blame? We can theorise either way, but I am thinking how Lyanna is theorised as such in spite of the author writing roses in her hand when she dies in the same wavelength as writing her brother's hand holding hers - just like we only know of noteworthy positive relationships in Elia's life being a brother and Rhaegar, to the writer.

Sorry, but we're reading a story, and if you don't like what the author writes and implies it's fine. But at the same time you are wrong by default in 'predictions' as to what he would write next instead.

"You are victim blaming if Elia thought or did anything ever than being a silent perfect victim who just had things happening to her while having the foresight of a God and the wisdom of a 100 years old and if it were up to this sheltered inexperienced early 20s woman she would have REAISTICALLY Mary Sued her way through it and everyone would agree and kiss her feet. REALISTICALLY!!!"

No, you are. This fandom is famous for victim blaming (young) female characters most of all who have no control over circumstances around them, not being able to predict the future, not having experience, or just mean well and think better of the world, as long as they are anything but 'perfect victims' whose whole act is expcted to be being pitiful stoned mummies that things happen to, and are held up to unfair standards by the heavy in expectations pedestal that's supposed to be a compliment.

#elia martell #asoiaf #rhaegar targaryen #lyanna stark #rhaegar x elia

[topguncortez]

Worth Fighting For | Maverick Mitchell

masterlist | One Year TG celebration

synopsis: Maverick can't help but fight for who he loves

word count: 2.5k

warnings: sexism, fighting, cursing, mentions of canon character death, oblivious friends to lovers

“Why should I have to respect her? She’s a-“

Maverick knew that it probably wasn’t a good idea to go to the O Club on a night after an exam.

He knew the whole place would be crawling with young pilots wanting to blow off steam from a stressful week of flights and studying for the exam. He also knew there would be a handful of spiteful pilots who were pissed about their exam grades. But there was no arguing a grade when every single question was multiple choice.

Maverick had a love-hate relationship with his position at top gun. He hated being chained to a classroom most days. He hated lecturing. He hated having to teach “by the book”. He hated having to answer to Ron Kerner of all people.

but he did love teaching young pilots and seeing them excel throughout the course. And he also loved getting to work with the love of his life day after day.

You and Maverick knew that there was no replacing your brother, Goose. You had been on the ground in the rec room hearing every single bit of the accident and had begged Viper to let you get on the rescue chopper. It was the worst day of your lives to go up to Carole’s door and tell her that her husband was dead. 

But before the accident, the two of you were never really close. You always saw Maverick as Goose’s annoying, hotshot best friend, and Maverick saw you as his RIO’s little sister. But after the accident, everything had changed. He had been driving your brother when he died, and you saved Maverick’s life in the middle of the Indian Ocean. Maverick had found the courage later that night to ask you out, but that dream was squashed when he saw Tom Kazansky leading you to his room. 

You didn’t know that Maverick had caught you that night, and he never did bring it up. The two of you both seemed to just brush off that night and continue on as best friends. Now, the two of you were both instructors at TopGun, alongside Ice and Slider. 

Even though you were one of the best pilots in the Navy, the Navy didn’t seem to treat you with that kind of respect. You were the same rank as your male counterparts and had higher ASVAB and GT scores. You also graduated top of your class at the Academy. You were almost as decorated, if not more decorated than Ice. . . but because you were a girl, everyone seemed to turn the other way. You tried your best to not let it bother you, rolling back your shoulders and keeping your head held high with confidence. But some days it got the better of you, and it would be clearly drawn across your face. 

“Ignore what that prick said to you. He’s just pissed ‘cause his boy failed the test,” Slider said to you, pushing a shot of tequila toward you. 

You sighed, “It’s not even the fact that Captain Holloway yelled at me, it’s the fact that he did it in front of Viper. And fucking Viper just stood there!” 

“Because he knows you can handle it,” Ice chimed, “He knows you can handle your own. You don’t need us for backup.” 

“Well, it would’ve been nice, assholes,” You chided and grabbed the shot in front of you. Maverick watched as you tilted your head back and downed it in one go. 

Everyone knew that having a legacy student in the class was going to cause some complications, but no one expected Captain Holloway to drive across base and demand to see the “half-wit instructor” who gave his son a failing grade on his exam. Iceman had originally stood up, preparing to take the fall for it, but you stood up instead, taking 100% accountability. Captain Holloway let you know how angry he was that his son had failed and was being kicked out of TopGun, his face growing red with anger and the vein in his forehead pulsing. But you just stood calmly, letting the old naval aviator get his frustration out. And when he was done yelling and insulting your intelligence, you handed him his son’s failed exam and the answer key, telling him to look through and see it for himself. 

“I think I’m gonna turn in,” You said, causing groans to arise from Slider and Iceman, “Yeah, yeah, cry me a damn river.” You slid out of the booth, and retrieved your wallet to toss a couple of bills on the table to cover your drinks, “It was nice gossiping with you ladies, but I am beat. I’ll see you Monday.” 

“Goodnight, Hawk,” Maverick said, as you turned to leave. You gave him a small smile before grabbing your cap and getting lost in the sea of naval officers. 

The booth was silent for just a moment, and Maverick looked down at the drink in front of him, until an ice cube hit him right in the forehead. He lifted his head up and furrowed his eyebrows at Slider, who had a guilty grin on his face. 

“What the fuck, Slider?” Maverick asked. 

“No, you what the fuck,” Slider said. 

“‘Goodnight, Hawk’?” Ice asked and Maverick looked at him confused, “She had an awful day and you say all of three words to her the whole night? What the hell is your deal?” 

Maverick rolled his eyes and sat back in the booth, “You said she had it handled, and she did. She didn’t need any additional sympathy.” 

“God, no wonder you couldn’t keep Charlie around,” Slider mumbled. 

Maverick scoffed, before downing his beer, “I’m getting another drink.” 

“Oh, me too?” Slider asked, holding up his rocks glass. 

“Suck my johnson, Kerner,” Maverick cursed as he left the two pilots in the booth. 

Maverick nodded to Tony as he bellied up at the bar, sliding his empty beer bottle across the dark wood. He knew that his feelings towards Hawk were very one-sided and that everyone could see it. Hell, even Charlie could see it for the short amount of time they were together. Maverick was always at your beck and call, always right by your side when you needed him. Charlie had confronted Maverick about it a couple of days before she left for DC. But there was nothing Maverick could do, you were Ice’s girl. . . well, as far as anyone knew, you were Ice’s girl. 

“Did you see Commander Bradshaw was here?” Maverick turned his head slightly, seeing two of his young pilots walking up to the bar, “Can’t believe she’d even come to a place like this.” 

The other pilot, a blonde one that Maverick couldn’t remember the name of, but didn’t like, smirked, “Of course, she’d be here. They gotta get her loosened up somehow.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Didn’t you see who she was with? Maverick, Slider, and Ice. . . It’s not rocket surgery to know how she got her job.” 

Maverick clenched his jaw as Tony set a fresh beer in front of him. He muttered thanks and slid some bills out of his wallet, still listening to the young pilots insult you. 

“Did you see the way she nearly cried today? God, I wish Viper would’ve fired her,” The Blonde pilot said, “She doesn’t know her shit. She’s slow in the air. She acts like a fucking twat anytime Maverick is-” 

Maverick slammed his beer bottle down, causing the two pilots to look at him. From across the bar, Slider and Ice turned their heads to see the showdown starting to happen. 

“Oh Jesus Christ,” Iceman muttered, seeing Maverick’s small frame try to square up to a taller pilot. 

“You two,” Maverick said, pointing between the two pilots, “Need to watch what you say about your commander.” 

The Blonde scoffed, “For what fucking reason? You clearly didn’t have a thing to say when Captain Holloway was ripping her a new one.” 

Maverick could feel the blood pulsing through his body as his hands started to shake with rage, “He’s her superior, you are not. You need to treat Commander Bradshaw with respect.”

“Why the fuck should I have to show her any respect? She’s a-” 

Nobody heard the last part of the blonde pilot’s sentence, because Maverick had punched him right in the jaw. Gasps were heard throughout the club as Maverick grabbed the pilot’s collar, and punched him again, a sickening crack filling the air. But the blonde didn’t stay down for long, reeling his head back and headbutting Maverick. Maverick groaned, lunging forward to throw another punch, but was held back by Ice. Slider grabbed the other pilot and pulled him away from the bar. 

“No more fucking scenes, Mitchell,” Ice muttered in his ear, dragging him towards the front door of the O Club. 

Maverick didn’t put up any protests as Ice put him in the car, and drove down the familiar streets to your house. Instead, Maverick looked down at his split knuckles and occasionally wiped away the blood falling from his nose. When the two of them arrived at your house, Ice told Maverick to stay in the car, as he jogged up to your front door. Maverick watched out the window as you came to the door, a smirk on your face, your body clad in a silk nightgown. Then he watched the smirk fall as Iceman pointed towards the passenger seat where Mav was at. He gave you a small wave, and you rolled your eyes, walking into your house. 

Ice jogged back to the car, and pulled open the passenger side door, “C’mon, she said she’ll fix you up.” Maverick just huffed and looked down at his hands, “Quit being a fucking toddler and get out of the car.” 

Maverick complied and got out of the car. He walked up the steps to your front door, finding it slightly ajar, and walked in. You were already laying out first aid supplies on the coffee table, and now you had a sheer robe covering your silk nightgown. Maverick felt bad as he shuffled his feet and sat down on your couch, already knowing this all too familiar drill. You sat down next to him, your knee gently brushing his khaki-clad thigh, as you grabbed his face and turned his head towards you. 

“What have I told you about getting into fights?” You asked. 

“It was for a good cause,” Maverick gave you that all too sweet signature smirk. But you saw right through it, just like your brother once had, “Some pilots were talking shit about you. I couldn’t just not do anything.” 

You nodded your head, reaching forward on the coffee table and getting a cotton ball. You doused it in hydrogen peroxide, then grabbed Maverick’s bloodied hand. He hissed as you touched the cleaning agent to the split skin. 

“You realize you can’t punch every aviator who says something bad about me,” You briefly glanced up from cleaning his hand, “It won’t end well for you.” 

“It’s a chance I’m willing to take.” 

“Well I’m not going to let you,” You sighed, putting the sullied cotton ball on a paper towel. You grabbed a roll of gauze and wrapped it around his hand. Maverick could tell that there was something you wanted to say. You and Goose were the exact same; clenching your jaw and letting out small sighs when there was something right on the tip of your tongue that you wanted to say. 

“Just say it,” Maverick said. 

You looked up at him for a moment and then back down at his hand, “I put in my resignation letter to Viper.” 

“What?” Maverick pulled his hand away from you, “Well. . . go take it back.” 

“I can’t.” 

“Yes, you can!” Maverick shouted, standing up from your couch, “I quit TopGun and came back, you surely can go take your resignation letter-” 

“I’m not going to,” You said calmly. You let out a deep breath and patted the spot next to you for Maverick to sit. He kept his emerald eyes on you as he sat back down. You grabbed his good hand, and held it in both of yours, “I am not going to take my resignation letter back. I realized today when Captain Holloway was yelling at me, that this isn’t what I want to do. I only took the job because it was what Goose wanted. He wanted to get first so he could get the teaching job and have something more permanent for Bradley and Carole. But teaching, being chained to a classroom? It’s just not me.” 

Maverick totally understood where you were coming from. He thought so many times about writing his resignation letter, but the one thing that stopped him was you and the feelings he had. But now, he wasn’t so sure if his love for teaching was enough to keep him at TopGun. 

“And, normally, I would never ask this of anyone, let alone a fucking guy,” You said and Maverick snapped his head towards you, “But. . . uh. . . come with me?” 

“What?” Maverick asked, his jaw slightly open in awe. 

“Come with me,” You said, “You hate teaching as much as I do and I don’t think that I-” 

You were cut off by Maverick’s lips on yours. You were frozen for only a split second before you kissed him back, your hands going to rest on his cheeks. He pulled back first for air, looking into those eyes that he had known to love so much. But then, it all came crashing down and Maverick realized what he had done. 

“Oh my god, Hawk,” Maverick said, getting up from the couch. You tried to ignore the pang in your chest as he walked to the other side of the room, “I’m so sorry. I know that you are with Ice and that was so-” 

“Wait, what? What did you just say?” 

“That I’m sorry.” 

“No, after that.” 

“You are with Ice.” 

You couldn’t help but burst out laughing at Maverick’s words. You had heard some ridiculous rumors about yourself, but this was definitely a new one. Maverick’s eyebrows furrowed as he watched tears fall down your cheeks as you clutched your belly from laughing so hard. He honestly couldn’t remember the last time he had seen you laugh like this, but it had to have been before Goose died. 

“Oh God, Maverick, you are so funny,” You said, wiping a tear from your eye, “Me? With Tom?” You shook your head as more giggles fell from your mouth. 

“But after the Indian Ocean-” 

“He had one of my gloves in his room, I went to get it back,” You said. 

“And tonight? That smirk on your face when he was at the door?” 

“I thought he was coming over to watch The Shinning again,” You shrugged, “He obsessed with it and is wearing out my damn tape.” 

Maverick cocked his head to the side, “So nothing is going on with you and Ice?” 

“Other than his obsession with VHS player.” 

“Oh God, I’m an idiot,” Maverick said, shaking his head. 

“Yeah, you are,” You responded, “Now come over here and kiss me again.”

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[boltupbitches]

Workaholic - Justin Herbert

The house was quiet and empty. Just a few days ago the house was filled with the giggling laughter of a happy 3-year-old playing dinosaurs with his dad. The absolute joy that sound brought to his heart was now faded when realization set in.

She meant it. 

Justin rubbed his hands down his face as he tried to control his emotions. It felt like someone had knocked the wind right out of him. As he went from room to room, the silence just seemed to grow. Even Nova was nowhere to be found.

He wished he had listened to his wife.

The Chargers came calling, three days before his son’s birthday, asking him to be present to interview a few final rounds of offensive coaching positions. Justin wanted to decline, but the urgency of the team’s situation weighed on him. He told Spanos to let him think about it.

And he did just that. He figured that if he left that night, he could be back in time for Theo’s birthday. Telling his wife his plans was a different story.

She was not happy at all.

Justin was married to his career - a loyal man to a fault. What was an attractive personality trait at the beginning of their relationship would later morph into a character flaw.

His career got in the way often of plans. His wife, Michelle, accepted that. He couldn’t just call off from a game to go as a plus one to her best friend’s wedding. He missed his son’s birth that was in the middle of a playoff game. The list just continued to grow of these kinds of instances. And his wife knew it really wasn’t his fault for those kinds of events. His wife understood that and did not complain, even when others felt the need to point it out constantly.

It was the times he obsessively worried so much about his career that he willingly put it first over his family and friends - that was the root of the current problem.

—---------

“You know Teddy’s birthday is in three days. Are you seriously going to catch a flight to LA, knowing we were planning this party in Eugene for the last two months? Seriously?”

She was not only hurt but pissed off at her thick-headed husband for not seeing the problem in the situation. How could not see reason for her anger? How could he willingly choose to risk missing his son’s birthday just to listen to a group of old men kiss ass in interviews? Games were contracted in and he couldn’t get out of mandatory duties. Yet, these were voluntary tasks, and clearly, he didn’t want to say ‘no’.

Justin rubbed his face in frustration and tried not to lose his temper. He was rarely a reactionary sort of guy. Michelle? She had no problem calling him out on his shit and trying to reason with him. In return, he typically brought the calm and rational side to their relationship, reminding his wife to stop for a moment and breathe. 

“Michelle, it’s not that serious -

“It is. It really is. What’s an even bigger problem here is that you aren’t seeing the problem here. Just know, if you go on this trip, and risk missing your son’s birthday to appease Spanos, we will not be here when you get back.” She was serious too.

Justin just stared in shock at her and then frowned. “You’re being seriously unreasonable and childish. That’s a fucked up thing to threaten. It’s just a fucking business trip I’m going on. I will be back Wednesday night, the night before his birthday.”

“Ok then.” She said simply. “Go. Have a good time. Tell Spanos I said he can go fuck himself while you’re at it.” She walked off with no other word uttered to him.

Justin stood there, once more in shock at the situation. His two suitcases were next to him, ready to go.

He didn’t even go after her. He just left the house, hoping that by the time the trip was over they could make up and put this behind him.

—---------

Pulling out his phone, he called the one person he knew would answer with information on where his wife and son were - his mom.

“Justin Patrick Herbert, what the hell were you thinking? That was by far the stupidest thing I ever heard - a business trip so close to your son’s birthday? Dean Spanos couldn’t postpone meetings until the following week? VOLUNTARY meetings at that? Total bullshit. You need to get your act together because you’re going to end up being the next Tom Brady and Giselle - divorced for choosing your career over all else!”

Justin felt so small as his mother berated him down the line. “Mom..”

“No, you listen to me. I stay out of your marriage issues because I know you and your wife are perfectly capable of sorting things out. But when your wife comes to me, crying and distraught with your son about you willingly leaving, after a fight of all things, to go to a football-related event that is NOT mandatory - so close to your son’s birthday where a flight delay could ruin everything - I am disappointed and I am mad. I am even more mad that you thought of waiting the whole trip to even try getting a hold of your wife to check on her. What is going on in that head of yours, Justin? Wherever your common sense went to this off-season - you better go find it and bring it back!” 

It was silent as Justin bit back tears while his mother was no better down the other line.

“Is.. she there?”

“She is.”

“I’m coming over to talk with her. Could you take Teddy out for ice cream while I apologize to her?” He asked hopefully.

His mom was silent for a moment before replying, “Yeah, I can do that. Justin, son, I love you with all my heart. I always will. Yet, as a mother and wife, I feel for your wife. She gave up a lot, career-wise, to care full-time for your son. She loves and supports you. We both know that. I am telling you, that when you willingly push people out in favor of your interests, you risk losing them. Michelle and Theo love you. They always will. You need to start prioritizing things better. Work is bleeding into family time. That’s a problem.”

“You’re right. Michelle is too. I fucked up big time. It’s not just about the trip - I know it’s more than that. I need to be a better husband and a better father.” Justin admitted with a frown on his face, his eyes were still red from the tears.

His mom couldn’t see him, but she knew he was a wreck.

“Well, come fix it. Michelle is out in the backyard with Teddy.” His mom said.

Justin didn’t need to be told twice - he was on autopilot the second he hung up to the second he was ringing his mom’s doorbell.

His mom opened the door and gave him a look. “You lived here for almost 20 years, Justin. You do not have to ring the doorbell!”

He smiled and said, “Bad habit - you always said manners matter.”

“I did,” His mom admitted before pulling him into a huge hug. “Go get your wife. I’m taking Teddy out. Your dad is helping him get dressed now. They set Nova up in the guest room."

He nodded and thanked her, heading straight for the back patio door.

His wife was sitting on the porch swing they spent many nights watching the stars from before Teddy blessed their world.

His heart squeezed at the obvious signs of crying on his wife’s face. She tried to hide it, but he could still see it. It broke his heart to know he caused that.

He opened the door slowly and stepped out. 

She didn’t look up and continued to stare off into the distance, lost in her thoughts.

“Michelle..” He said gently as he stepped forward. “Babe..”

Michelle looked up and stared at him, tears in her eyes. 

Justin carefully kneeled in front of her and gripped her hands in his with his eyes pleading for forgiveness. “I am so fucking sorry. I really am. I am the biggest idiot in the world for not appreciating what’s in front of me. You were right. That meeting was a waste of time and I didn’t need to be there since it wasn’t mandatory. I risked missing my son’s birthday and I left you feeling like you weren’t heard. I’m so sorry. It was selfish of me.”

Halfway through his rambling apology, tears broke free and were streaking down his cheeks. Michelle was in no better shape as she too was crying along with him.

“Justin,” she pulled at his hands to come up on the swing with her.

He did and sat down with her.

Suddenly Michelle socked him in the gut. “You had me so mad and worried, you careless asshole!”

Justin rubbed his stomach, very thankful he was a professional athlete who prioritized bulking up, otherwise he would have felt the full force of her hit. “I’m sorry.” 

She cried and then yanked him into her.

Justin didn’t hesitate to rub her back and press kisses to the crown of her head. He wanted so badly to let her know he was sorry and that he would do better. Words meant little and actions meant everything. He knew he would have to work on that actively to prove himself.

“I think I’m going to see a therapist,” Justin announced suddenly. He had been thinking about it for a while with how overwhelming and spread thin he was with football. “I… think I am struggling with setting boundaries and being a workaholic. This was just the icing on the cake.”

Michelle rubbed his back and nodded, “Whatever you want to do. I support that 100%. I went to therapy after we had Teddy due to post-partum depression, remember?”

“I do. It did so much for you.” Justin remembered those tough first months as Michelle was battling with not only her body in recovery but also her mind.

“And I think it will do great for you too,” His wife pointed out. “I’m glad you thought about it. I didn’t want to suggest it and upset you. I’ve noticed for a while that you’ve been struggling with everything this past year. It just felt like never the right time to say something,” His wife admitted.

“I get that.” Justin stared thoughtfully at the setting sun, “I am going to work on myself, Michelle. I swear on it. I know therapy won’t magically fix everything, but I also know that I have to start working on my problems. I don’t want to lose you and Teddy, and someday be forty years old without my family by my side.”

Michelle nodded and looked at the sun too. The sunset was gorgeous on a rare, clear sky here in Oregon. The hues of orange and pink spread across the sky. It was gorgeous and so calming.

“I love you.” He murmured.

“I love you too.” She said back.

Things weren’t perfect right now - but they would be ok. Both of them were sure of it.

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[katsune-nya]

Random headcanons that I'm writing down 'cause I got writer's block for the kink headcanons.

Thanks to @devilgirlnq for the help 💞.

Tora listens to Evanescence and has a MySpace account.

Kei is a tsundere, that's the tweet.

Ken uses 2in1 shampoo 😔.

Taka... For some reason I see him being lowkey a christian???

Fuyu acts all confident and shit with love when "advicing" Michi but if he has a crush he just goes 🧍����‍♂️ and will NEVER approach you.

Shin is actually not shy at all, we love flustered Shin, but I firmly believe he's just chill with everything.

Akkun is probably the best husband, ngl. He's stable, has a work/life balance...

Mikey has a special corner on his blanket/towel that he chews on.

Souya has to set ALL his stuffies on the bed when he goes to sleep 'cause if not he feels bad for them.

Hakkai and Nahoya sleep like in a starfish position, they sprawl all over the bed, blankets stuck to their limbs, just a mess.

Mikey and Senju drool in their sleep. (So do Shin, Michi...)

Taiju sleeps like a vampire or corpse or something, kinda creepy.

Ran wears a silk bonnet and eyemask to bed. (He's so babygirl)

Ran used to get up in the middle of the night and check if Rin was still breathing 😭.

In the last timeline, Emma got cute overalls to match the vibe when hanging out at Shin's shop, then used them when "helping" Ken (talking his ears off).

Taka and Kei are the ones that respect women the most tbh. Mikey and Ken are cool too, just... Kinda old school? Women need protection 'cause they're weaker and shit? But with good intentions.

Ken is the dad friend, Taka the mom friend, Mikey, Kei, Nahoya and Tora are the bastard children, Peh and Pah the pet chihuahuas.

Mikey didn't one day decide to let his hair grow, he just was too lazy to go get a haircut and it just ended up as we know it.

I can imagine that if shin had a daughter he would go see lil Izana at the orphanage to show him his niece while Kakucho looks in awe along with him.

Ran would definitely give his daughter those black sun glasses to wear... As a toddler.

Koko's son is a fashion icon.

Mikey can't have children, he is the baby.

Draken is so girl dad.

Koko's son knows how to strut.

The machoman dressed like a fairy having a tea party... That's mochi.

MUCHO TOO. Man will look so intimidating with makeup smeared all over his face by his daughter.

He walks down the street at a fair or smth with his two girls one on each hand, stern expression fairy wings and glittery makeup.

I see Taka not having children until he's older maybe.

He had enough kids already lmao.

Wait till marriage type of man (for kids, not sex lmao.)

The *gets closer* "can I kiss you?" Is Taka in the beginning of the relationship.

Shion looks like the type to be so competitive when playing pretend kitchen with their child.

HE CORRECTS HER COOKING BUT IT'S A 3YO PLAYING WITH PLASTIC.

When in real life he can burn the dam kitchen.

Cooked dry pasta but didn't know you needed to boilt it.

Just put it in the pot.

You come back after being out for the day and find Shion asleep on the floor next to the couch, mouth open, with your kid sprawled on his chest, the house a mess, and fast food boxes around.

The state of the kitchen shows he tried

Almost all of them are girl dads.

Not because of being good with women or anything.

But because they all give gay vibes. (I'm joking... Mostly)

Hakkai ain't having kids.

He's a single, childless gay.

He's like fuck them kids, respectfully.

Hanma... Why do I see him having old parents or a grandpa.

His parents had him when they were in their 30s/40s.

Probably parents don't even live where he lives 'cause they don't give a shit or are dead.

Or both lmao.

He gives unsupervised vibes.

He probably got kicked out or snuck out and lived in the streets somewhere.

He's one of the many characters who doesn't get holydays or bds celebrated at home.

I see him living alone somewhere.

Maybe the streets, staying over places.

Or a house that used to belong to a relative.

Or abandoned place.

He slept on the bus stop benches.

But like, he has money for cigs.

He steals or pickpockets.

Maybe some deals, betting... Doesn't even cheat, he's just good and lucky.

Beats people up for money too.

And has senpaiis is the delinquent world.

That's how he got his bike.

I headcanon him and Tetta go hang out and eat sometimes with Tetta's excuse being having to strategize.

And Tetta always pays.

He just does it, before Shu can't even say or do anything.

Shu probably gets seconds yet Kisaki is so used to it he doesn't question it. Just scoffs at him but nevertheless still pays.

He scolds him for eating like a pig but then side eyes him worriedly if he eats less.

And goes like "It's rude to not even eat what I'm getting you".

Will NEVER say that he just worries about him lmao.

Mikey needs a photographer for something as a racer and before Koko recommends someone Tetta goes "I'll call Hanma." And leaves.

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[zweetpea]

Chapter 3 The past (the blue roses adorning his eyes)

(I gave Toji this ability because no one else has something like this, that I know of, and Toji has like a heavenly pact or something so I figured why not give this to him.) Cw: infidelity and swearing, and I think a bit of misogyny

It’s been a week since Marissa started staying in the palace. It’s been utter hell. You’ve had twice as much work to do since it seems the king is too tired. 

“If the king can’t keep it in his pants long enough to actually do his work then he shouldn’t be king.” Addison said as she brushed your hair. You’ve had to bring some of the paperwork back to your chamber to get it all done. 

“What do you mean?” 

“…” 

“Addie I’m not mad at you. I just want to know what rumors are going around. If it affects his reputation it unintentionally affects mine.” 

“…well, I’ve heard from a few maids on my breaks that there’s been a lot of noise coming from the king’s chambers at night, recently.” 

You heave in disgust. “I think I’m going to be sick. I really regret asking. You know what, I’m going to go see Toji.” 

“What?! Why?! He’s dangerous!”

“Maybe so, but he’s the only one who has the power to see the past. I need to know where I went wrong in this relationship.” 

“Alright. Just please be careful.” 

“I will. Trust me.” You stood up from your desk and walked towards your room to change into some riding clothes. You put on a white shirt; navy blue shirt; corset, tights, gloves, and boots (all black). You grabbed a navy blue satchel bag and filled it with some money. 

You ran down to the stables, and felt your stomach drop when you saw your husband lift Marissa off of YOUR horse. You’ve been working your ass off to make sure the kingdom is prosperous and trying to keep your people from starving and here he was showing off to try and get laid. 

You walk towards your horse grab a helmet and snatch the reins from Marissa. “Satoru, how many times do I have to ask you not to let your friends ride Pendragon? Just because she lets you stuff her like it’s thanksgiving doesn’t mean I’m going to make an exception. You have dozens of horses in the cavalry force. Why can’t you use any of them?” 

“Ruru can do whatever he wants as the king.” Marissa smirked. 

“News flash: Pendragon and I have grown up together. I trained him to be the award winning thoroughbred he is.” You glare and got up on your equine companion. “Satoru doesn’t have control over me or my assets and the next time either of you touch him I’m going to take legal action.” You trot out and down to the city. 

In one of the more rural neighborhoods there was a tavern called Hermes. It was a quaint place with a small apartment above. The neighborhood itself was quite adorable it was filled with people who disliked the drama of the urban areas and preferred to live peacefully lives. You came to a haunt outside the tavern and tried Pendragon to a post. Then you walked inside and sat on one of the stools. “Hello, may I see Toji Fushiguro?” You smiled at the bar tender. 

“Right this way.” You were lead to a back room. 

“Mr. Fushiguro. How are you? How’s your son?” 

“Don’t pretend like we’re friends. I left the royal courts because they wanted my power.” 

“I know. I’m sorry you left everything you knew behind.” 

“Why? I took Meg away from that hell, and remarried a nice widow, with an adorable daughter. Megumi’s finally opened up and has started to play with kids. Leaving was quite possibly the best thing I could’ve done for him.” 

“Well I’m glad to hear that.” You empty out your satchel. “Because I have a favor to ask.” 

“I don’t want your money.” 

“Then what can I repay you with?” 

“Abolish the Zenin act.” 

“What?” 

“You heard me. If you want me to do a reading for you you’ve got to abolish the Zenin act.” He slides a piece of paper towards you. It was a contract. 

It read. ‘I, her majesty, hereby vow to abolish the Zenin Act which states, non sorcerers may not join the military, hold political positions/any position of power, or marry a sorcerer or nobility.’

“I agree that the law is wrong but, you have four mouths to feed. Why would you choose this over money?” 

“Even if I denounced my family I’m still by birth a noble and thus my marriage isn’t exactly legal.” 

“Even more reason for you to take my money. I’ll sign if you agree to let me pay.” 

“Deal.” He said as you scribbled your name on the contract. He took it back and held your hands in his. 

“Ew, why are you hands sweaty?” 

“I haven’t held a man’s hand since my wedding, day give me a break. This is awkward and I you surprised me when you grabbed me okay?”

“Heh, so even the queen can be a bundle of nerves. Now, what do you want me to show you?” 

“Where did I go wrong with the king? Why did he start having an affair.” 

“WHAT?! That wimp is having an affair?” You tend to forget that Toji caused a scene and fought Satoru at your engagement party. You genuinely enjoyed watching Toji kick the snot out of a younger brattier Satoru. He left such a good impression with that display that you two stayed in contact after that night while he went into hiding. 

“Please just show me.” 

“Okay, close your eyes and breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth. It might not be exactly what you want to see.” 

“I know. Let’s do this.” You did as Toji said and your vision went black before a bright light pierced your skull. You were looking around at a party full of people dressed to the nine in silks and gold jewelry. 

“Is this, my engagement party?” You thought to yourself. You should be back in the body of your 21 year old self. 

“Introducing, the Prince of our great Kingdom, Satoru Gojo.” A man said as you looked over at the crowd. 

“This isn’t right. As the reigning heir he was introduced first.” You thought. 

“Introducing, his bride and our queen to be, (Y/n). Daughter of the Duke of RainFeather.” The announcer called as your body in the familiar Burgundy dress walked up to you as you held out a hand and your body took it. 

“She looks just like her father.” A voice not your own filled your head. “Bored and snotty.”

“Am I in Satoru’s Mind?” 

“The two plan to celebrate their engagement with a waltz.” The announcer informed as you lead yourself to the dance floor. 

“Strange, isn’t it?” You heard your voice, as the orchestra played. “We’ve only just met the day we were engaged.” 

“That’s how royal society is.” ‘Is she an idiot?’ You heard. 

“Why does that have to be the case?” 

“It’s our duty.” ‘What is wrong with her?’

“Oh really? Our duty is to breed with our cousins until our skin turns blue? We might be related, you know.” 

‘Why is she so crass?’ “Yeah by two people 200 years ago.” 

“Don’t you think that this marriage is disgusting? That society is disgusting? Normal humans are looked down upon and practically segregated because of the Zenins and you don’t seem to give a shit.” 

“Why should I? They’re just a bunch of pathetic weak monkeys.” 

“My best friend is human.” 

“You can suck my dick while they eat my ass for all I care.” ‘Stupid idiot whore.’ He smirked. 

“Did he always hate me this much?” You thought. 

At this point you stepped on his foot. “If you ever talk about her like that again, I’ll make sure the Gojo bloodline ends with you. I think that you’d make a great Eunuch.” You smirk. 

“Wow! Look at all these incest babies!” A voice from the crowd called. 

“Toji!” You thought with a smile. 

The scene before you speed forward as Gojo and Toji started to fight. 

“Hey! I was watching that!” 

“Didn’t you feel your foot get stomped on? You feel the pain of the person you are in the mind of.” Toji’s voice was in your thoughts as you sped through, a tunnel of light. 

“Isn’t this an invasion of privacy?” 

“Kinda. At least now you both stand on equal ground in terms of being bad spouses.” 

“I don’t know if I want to continue this.” Your voice cracked. 

“Guilt is a common side effect. Besides we’re not done. We’ve still got two places to go to.” As he said that everything faded into a new scene. One of your wedding. 

“She’s so infuriating!” Satoru’s voice came out whining. “All she ever talks about it “oh Addison is so cute. Addison did something remarkable. Addison is actually a really great person and so are all of the other monkeys.” 

Suguru laughed at his friends complaints. “If she loves the peasants so much she should marry her.” 

“Addison is what you’d call a monkey.” 

“You call them that too.” 

“Yeah, because of you!” 

“You’re both idiots.” Shoko grimaced. “Gojo I think that the only reason you hate Addison so much is because you are jealous and secretly in love with your new wife.” 

“What?! Shoko you’ve gone mad!” Satoru roared at her in anger. 

“Oh really? So then why’d you let her keep the curse? There’s better prank gifts that you could give her than something that could kill everyone.” 

“Yeah, like lingerie. That way you get something out of it too.” Suguru nudged his best friend. 

“She’d have to fuck my corpse because I’d rather die than touch her body.” 

“Really? I bet her curves are nice and smooth. She’s got a pretty nice ass.” Suguru teases. 

‘If he touches her, I’ll kill him.’ You heard Satoru think. “Whatever, I’m going down to the Red Sea Winery and Pub if you bozos need me.” 

He rode down to the pub and there he met a blond waitress. “Hey handsome what will it be?” It was Marissa. 

“How about a wet cavern?” He smirked at the pretty woman. 

“I think we can arrange that.” 

“Toji! I don’t want to see anymore of this!” 

“Blue balling him in his memories? That’s cold.” 

You went to the last scene and it was more recent. 

“Marissa. I have something to ask you.” 

“Yes your highness?” 

“You can call me by my name. Even a nickname if you want.” 

“You can ask me whatever you want Ruru.” 

“Well we’ve known each other for a year and a half. I was wondering, would you like to be my girlfriend? My proper girlfriend?” 

“I’d love to Ruru!” 

‘Is this what you meant all those times you said that Humans aren’t so terrible?’ Satoru’s mind flashed to thoughts of all your fights about the non sorcerers. ‘Thank you wife. You’ve shown me true happiness like I never thought you could.’

Out in the real world you started to cry. “Wow. This is quite ironic.” 

“I’m the reason he gave Marissa a chance? All of our fights led to them meeting and him falling for her?” 

“Seems so.” Toji scraped the coins off his desk and put them in his bag. 

“I have to go.” 

“He’s not worth your tears!” Toji called out to you as you ran from the room. You left the tavern and rode straight back to the castle. 

As you approached you saw a carriage leaving. It stopped as you two passed and the rider called out to you. You turned around and saw Suguru walking uphill towards you.” 

“What’s wrong?” He frowned concerned for you. 

“Nothing. I just have something in my eyes.” You wipe your tears away. 

“ I was coming to see if you wanted to have tea with me at my manor so that we could talk about some issues. You weren’t there so I decided to go home.” 

“We can go have tea now if you want.” You offer. 

“Sure. Just follow us okay?” You nodded as he got back in his carriage. You were worried about this meeting since him and your husband are friends but you honestly didn’t want to be at home right now. 

Besides, how bad could Suguru actually be? 

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Themes of House of the Dragon

Part 1. Duty vs. Desire

@mejacinta for helping identify this one!

The biggest theme in HotD has to be doing what is best for society and doing what you want the most. Rhaenyra is motivated by her own desire, be it for love, power, or pleasure. Alicent is motivated by what society expects her to do, she follows her fathers orders and her husband’s orders, she never does anything because she desires it and when this does happen she is immediately remorseful.

Even when Rhaenyra rejects Criston cole I think it’s more out of desire instead of duty. She’s just figured and planned out how she can have a secret lover while still being heir while Criston only offers her the love part with no power attached.

Alicent should of had a shifting in her relationship with duty from being the one acted upon to being the one giving the orders. Instead of her deciding that Aegon should be Heir because Viserys told her so, she should have decided he should be heir because that’s what is best for the kingdom.

Viserys has an interesting dynamic with desire and duty as every action that he makes from his own desire or fulfilling duty fucks up his life in some way. He kills Aemma out of his desire for a son and thus fails her in his duty as a husband to protect his wife. He also loses Baelon which drives home this personal theme for him. Viserys marries Alicent out of desire and thus fails his duty to ensure Rhaenyra is his only heir and also his duty to not ruin her relationship with her friends. His desire for Alicent then leads him to ducking up his duty to have a male heir as he has three sons but refuses to name one heir. This also comes to bite him as Aegon and Aemond (presumably Daeron as well but we don’t get nice things) don’t like him. He desires for Rhaenyra to care for him and not be mad about him setting up betrothals for her so he over looks her bastards thus failings t his duty to keep a true born on the throne. He desires peace within his family and thus fails to bring Aemond justice when he is disabled (literally he should have forced Luke to apologize to Aemond at the very least and acknowledge him as the rightful rider of Vhagar.) he desires peace within the realm so when Vaemond petitions him to keep the driftmark in the Valeryon family, he fails at his duty of doing justice for his subjects by letting Luke remain heir and by not punishing Daemon. The part that is very annoying about Viserys is he thinks he is doing his duty, as he tell Rhaenyra not even he is above duty, but he never truly is.

Corlys is another interesting character as he sees his two different duties clash and one turns into desire. His main drive is to raise his family’s statues which is first seen as a duty to ensure they remain powerful, but this clashes with his duty to keep his family safe as he puts them in positions near powerful figures that ultimately get them killed. His true desire for power is shown when he doesn’t care that the strong boys are illegitimate, that Daemon and Rhaenyra probably killed his son, or that Daemon and Rhaenyra dishonored his dead daughter by laughing and then banging at her funeral. He just wants to be close to power. This sort of puts him in conflict with Rhaenys as she is solely focused on keeping her family safe but because of Corly’s actions, her family is so intertwined with Rhaenyra and Daemon that they have to support them to stay alive.

While we haven’t seen much of the kids’ relationship to duty and desire. Aegon, especially book Aegon, also has a very interesting theme. He is first shown doing whatever he wants and not caring about who he hurts. He is fully motivated by his desire and doesn’t care about duty at all. But this changes when Aemond/Criston tell him that he’ll lose a everyone he’s ever loved if he doesn’t fight and that’s where he starts doing his duty to his family. This shows that above all else, his family is what Aegon cares the most for and he’ll do anything, even something that he doesn’t want to do, to protect them. I really hope they keep this as Aegon’s relationship to duty and honor instead of changing it to him now desiring power.

Jace does have a clear relation with duty and desire as he leans into doing his duty, ex. Learning high valeryan and acting as a diplomat for his mother, but we don’t really know how he views himself as a bastard and such. We get the line “it doesn’t matter what they think” when talking to Luke about him taking driftmark, but we don’t know if this was to reassure Luke or a statement on how Jace views his own bastardhood. I would love to see this fleshed out more, does Jace feel guilt or does he view himself as an exception like his mother? I’d also like to see his duty clash with either his own desire or his mother. For example, Jace could get frustrated that people aren’t willing to fight for his mom even though they swore an oath or Jace does something out of desire (I.e. sleeps with Sara Snow) and then has to chose between the honor of someone else or his duty to another (I.e. marry Sara to preserve her honor or stay faithful to Baela because she’s his betrothed). Jace has a lot of drama that could come from this and I really want him to have an interesting character instead of just honorable boy does all the things correctly then dies sadly.

Criston’s relationship with duty and desire is very straightforward. He is in a position where he should only do his duty but when he does what he desires, he feels immense guilt and tries to right this wrong by doing something he sees as dutiful.

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EXO Reaction: You Have a Personality Similar to Baekhyun’s

Chen’s will be written platonically as I feel uncomfortable writing a romantic scenario for someone with a wife and two kids 😂

Xiumin:

Our oldest boy would vibe with your sense of humor soooo well. He’s close with Chen, so he’s used to the loud, mischevious, whiny type. Your relationship would be so balanced, he’s the chill, laid back one and you’re the hyper, fun one! He’s so patient with you and never makes you feel annoying, he just loves being around you because you always make him smile with your constant silliness :) He also always makes an effort to take you seriously. He knows that just because you’re goofy doesn’t mean you don’t have real feelings and opinions!

Suho:

I feel like your personality would just make Suho want to take care of you. (Because you remind him of his son LOL) He would totally baby you when you get all whiny, taking you into his arms and shushing you. He’s always so attentive, fixing your hair and tying your shoe for you so you don’t trip. You’re his pride and joy, and he loves showing other people how funny and adorable his partner is. He’d also be very upset if anyone took advantage of your positivity. He doesn’t get angry often, but when someone messes with you he gets scary. Overall, he thinks you’re so adorable and wants to constantly watch out for you like he does with Baekhyun!

Lay:

Our angel Yixing would simply die of cuteness overload at your personality. He adores you, and is always smiling that dimpley grin at your antics. Like Suho, he’d be a little protective to make sure you don’t get yourself into any predicaments, but he really just wants to watch you shine that unfiltered passion for living. He always makes sure you know how cute you are, punching your cheeks and kissing you on the nose when you’re being yourself. He’s been promoting in China so much that he misses his boys, and you definitely help him feel less down ❤️

Chen:

You were actually one of his wife’s friends, and he had gotten to know you better when you started watching the kids for them. Being a husband, father, and working man meant he didn’t have as much time to spend with his EXO members, so he really enjoyed talking with you. It was comforting almost, to know that he could find the same positivity and humor in another friendship. His wife thought it was funny how well the two of you got along, and was happy Chen had someone to chat with at the end of the day. She also had a secret plan to hook you up with Baekhyun one day by asking both of you to watch the kids on the same night, but wanted Chen to meet you himself first. After all, he’s very protective of his boy!

Chanyeol:

He felt like he had won the lottery. (I just hit the lotto la la la la HAHA IM SO FUNNY) How had he lucked out in finding the perfect best friend AND the perfect partner? With Chen being so busy with his new family, the beagle line had been missing a member, so you, Chanyeol, and Baekhyun were the perfect trio. Although, Channie would be lying if he said he didn’t prefer his time alone with you more. He loves how affectionate you are, always cuddling up to him and showering him in kisses. You’re his dream partner, and he couldn’t be more happy to have you.

D.O:

Oh my gosh, you are so lucky this man is in love with you, or you’d get the same treatment as Baekhyun 😂 He’s so very patient, and never wants to makes you feel annoying, but sometimes he gets a little overwhelmed! However, you’re very sweet and try your best to not direct all of your energy towards him. You only tease him a little bit, and try not to be too loud indoors. The two of you are very good at having your own downtime to do your separate activities, so by the time you see each other, you can enjoy each other’s presence! He also loves that you motivate him to come out of his shell, and conversely he shows you how to chill out. The two of you have a very healthy, communicative relationship despite your differences, and you both love each other a lot ❤️

Kai:

My guy is just happy to be here 😂 He can’t help but love every aspect of your personality. You make him laugh harder than anyone else does, and never fail to cheer him up when he’s feeling down. He’s very grateful to have your undying optimism and overflowing energy in his life, he really needs it sometimes. He tends to push himself too hard and forgets to enjoy his life, and you really help him remember :)

Sehun:

Sassy boy over here just can’t help but tease you any chance he gets. He’ll roll his eyes dramatically and tell you to quiet down when you get all hyper. A stranger would think he’s always annoyed with you, but you both knew that wasn’t the case. He always made fun of you with a smile on his face, and softly grabbed your hand in a certain way that let you know he was only joking. If you ever needed reassurance, he’d be happy to remind you that he wouldn’t be with you if he found you irritating. He loves your personality, you make every experience fun for him.

Baekhyun:

You thought I forgot about him? Nah, this is the grand finale! The two of you are insufferable to be around. You feed on each other’s chaotic energy, basically being a loud, mischievous, childish mess. If you weren’t so damn cute together, none of your friends would want to be seen with you in public! You’re obviously both extremely affectionate, always touching in some sort of way. Linking pinkies, slinging your arms around each others’ waists, back hugs, and pecks on the cheek we’re all displays of affection you used, not caring about the public’s reactions. You make each other so happy and are always there to pick the other up when they need a boost 🥰

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[lily-avenue]

Musings on Gold Digger (2019)

** Warning contains major spoilers **

** Also warning: massively long-winded ramble **

Julia Ormond, Ben Barnes and an exploration of a may-december romance in the midst of complicated famillial dynamics and an underlying unease.

Both leads are very good. We see Julia Day (Julia Ormond) reclaim herself as she moves out of the roles to which she has been assigned, or perhaps more accurately, has assigned herself; while Benjamin Greene (Ben Barnes) treads the fine line of someone who is not entirely what he seems to be, and who in pursuing the path he has chosen, is moving both closer to, and further away, from what he needs. We all, or many of us at least, want to be known and loved for who we actually are.

The supporting cast are uniformly excellent, with each episode putting the spotlight on one of Julia's now-adult kids (Patrick, Della and Leo), her ex-husband (Ted), her ex-best-friend (Marsha), and her new lover.

The series poses a range of complex, thorny questions, such as what it means to take a much younger (or much older) lover; the immediate and long-term aftermath of domestic violence; the loss of confidence and trust following betrayal; the ripple effect of those pivotal moments that each of us have in our lives; and the small (and large) lies that we tell ourselves and each other.

Nearly everyone in Julia's life is openly and vocally "concerned" when she introduces the much younger Benjamin into her life, and the series also explores the cost of pursuing your own happiness in the face of others' disapproval.

For the most part, the two sons (Patrick and Leo) are Not Very Nice. While they are not necessarily unjustified in their concerns about Benjamin, and are each grappling with the fallout of their parents' shared history, how they act upon those concerns is rather unpleasant. (And slighly nonsensical. Patrick is a well-heeled lawyer, surely he would have hired a private investigater to do some digging?) Della, her daughter, is the most open of the three to their mother's new relationship. And while for the most part that isn't saying much, Della's growing acceptance and support of Julia's right to be her own person and the strength she demonstrates in doing so, make for a lovely subplot - particularly as it starts to positively impact her own life.

While the series asks a lot of questions, it doesn't necessarily answer them in a way that fully satisfies. We see Benjamin and Julia's attraction in numerous sex scenes, and it is fabulous to move from the early scenes, in which she turns off the light, to later scenes in which she has pushed aside some of her insecurities. But we don't see enough of their intellectual attraction, of the non-physical side of things, and of how they navigate the fact that in terms of cultural milieu, he has far more in common with her children than with her (sort of, that too is complicated). There are some lovely glimpses - the book of walks he gives her as a gift, for example, rather than ubiquitous and offensively-generic flowers. But their growing closeness is mostly given in montages of them walking around holding hands in various locales - we are rarely privvy to the intimate discussions that would show a deepening relationship.

Much goes unquestioned by Julia, which given her intelligence and life experience seems somewhat implausible, although perhaps newly discovered and unexpected love can make fools of us all? Her lack of curiosity about Benjamin's past, which clearly continues to affect him, or his financial situation (mid 30s, professional job, but about to be hounded by bailiffs?) is hand-waved away at one point. This is one of those instances where I cannot tell if it suboptimal writing (maintaining suspense at the cost of characterisation) or very clever writing (Julia tends to avoid conflict; her reluctance to ask questions to which she doesn't necessarily want to know the answer has precedence). Herein lies the dilemma of suspense-based drama: in keeping Benjamin an relatively unknown quality we lose the opportunity to get to know him and Julia as a couple, and that becomes problematic later on.

We experience Julia's growth as she takes responsibility for her own destiny, eventually starting to question what it is that Benjamin isn't telling her, and taking the necessary steps to find out more. And when she finds out more, and it is rather confronting, she still chooses to listen before coming to her own conclusions. But we don't see the same for Benjamin. His journey is more opaque, and because we only get very few snippits of his life before Julia, is largely for the viewer to infer, or only becomes evident after the fact. He wants to run away when things start to close in on him, but he doesn't. Ultimately his hand is forced and he breaks a long-held agreement with his brother to put his own needs first. (There is a small subplot about an engagement that didn't happen; a former girlfriend broke up with him the day he proposed, and one wonders if it was because he also told her the truth about his past.)

There are interesting contrasts between Benjamin and Ted. Both are outwardly well put together, but neither are what they seem. Ted is successful, wealthy and enmeshed in entitled middleclass-ness, while Benjamin is not, despite his facade of the urbane younger man.

But the outward trappings hide the fact that Ted is controlling and violent, while Benjamin - despite what the criminal justice system would say - is neither. And that contrast is backed up by the scene with Ted in the forest on the morning of the wedding, compared with that with Benjamin on the beach (in which Julia asks him to not touch her, and he listens and respects her wishes instantly). Even throughout the argument with his newly re-emerged brother Kieran, which escalates into low-level violence, Benjamin only ever reacts, never instigates.

And it would be entirely remiss of me not to mention Marsha, who has made her own bed, unfortunately with Ted in it. We meet Marsha just as she is beginning to realise the extent of the poor bargain she's made, and it really only gets worse.

I am still not sure whether the series simply had very high expectations of the viewer, or whether the script spread itself too thin and undercut itself. The distrust and deception that flows throughout the series was almost catching, and in the face of it I wanted stronger closure, a deeper resolution of the issues that came to light late in the piece. In the absence of that, Kieran's words after the fight with Benjamin resonate just a little too strongly for me. Are they actually in love with one another, or are they in love with what the other represents to them?

Is Benjamin a gold digger? Not, I think, in the traditional sense of the term. He sees in Julia an embodiment of the life he wants to have, but had always been excluded from. My take is that the attraction and burgeoning love is real, but that it is also inseparable from her aura of wealth, education and intellect, which are an integral part of who she is and how she moves through the world.

He was certainly not honest with her, and that also poses an interesting question about how much of our ourselves, and our actions, we can mask, ignore or conceal before sliding into deception or disaster. Alongside Benjamin editing his past to hide a terrible act (in which he played a supporting role but shouldered much of the consequences), we have a younger Julia peddling the fiction that all was well with her (first) marriage, Ted hiding his violent streak, Patrick having an affair, Leo knowing about Ted and Marsha but not telling his mother. The list goes on.

The lingering disquiet of how much of Benjamin is a performance, and how much is real, never quite leaves. We do see sharper edges to him at times, which are in keeping with what is revealed about his past (you couldn't come out of young offenders unscathed, and you certainly wouldn't get through it without developing some pretty decent survival mechanisms), although Julia herself is not privvy to them. It is in the rawness and desperation of a couple of his reactions that a measure of confirmation is provided that his feelings towards Julia are genuine. There is a two-fold element of unreliable narration with Benjamin, yet it feels not entirely unreasonable to conclude that Benjamin the construct is underpinned by a longstanding and deep-seated need, and has largely become Benjamin the actual. But how recent was this process, and was it a legitimate one? We don't ever really find out, and that matters when it comes to our central conundrum.

But as may have become evident throughout this long-winded ramble, one of my own personal failings is that I like my fictional endings to be happy, and unambiguously so. I want Julia to enjoy her 'after', just as much as I want Benjamin to revel in the safety and belonging she provides. So holding onto a suitable measure of optimism (or perhaps of wishful thinking - our characters may not be alone in their penchant for self-deception), let us now return to their wedding reception and one of my favourite scenes. Watching a truly beguiling Julia invite Benjamin to dance, and an utterly charming Benjamin follow her onto the dance floor, made me smile. A lot. And with that in mind I am going to find myself a glass of champagne, ensure my best smile is firmly in place, and head out onto the dance floor to wish the two of them my very best.

#gold digger #gold digger 2019 #julia ormond #ben barnes #will I still agree with most of this on a rewatch? Who knows. #gold digger series #julia day #benjamin greene #long-winded ramble because there can be no other type

[catofadifferentcolor]

Terrible Fic Ideas #83: House of Dragons, but make it Hapsburg

As sometimes happens, I was minding my own business, trying to work on other things, when I was suddenly hit with such a wonderful, awful fic idea I had to drop everything to write it down.

Or: What if Viserys I decided the best way to secure the Iron Throne for Rhaenyra was to marry her to his Hand, Otto Hightower?

Just imagine it:

Shortly after Queen Aemma's death, when Otto is listing all the reasons why Viserys should remarry even if he intends to make Rhaenrya his heir, Otto makes the argument gynecological problems often run in families. Given that Rhaenyra's mother and grandmothers all died in childbed, it is reasonable to assume that Rhaenyra might do the same, leaving Westeros either with a child-king or, worse, leave the way open for Daemon to take the throne. Both options would be disastrous.

As intended, this convinces Viserys to take another wife - but it also convinces Viserys that the best way to show his love for his daughter is to marry her to a man who will uphold her rule and, should she die in childbed, uphold the rule of any children she leaves behind. And who better for the job than Otto, who has served so faithfully for so long? - and, just as important, has already fathered a number of sons.

And so Viserys marries Alicent and Otto marries Rhaenyra in a grand double ceremony.

Just about the only person happy with this relationship is Viserys, who has convinced himself Alicent's kindness equals love.

Rhaenyra herself has to be all but dragged to the altar, having attempted to run away many times leading up to the wedding. She might have succeeded had not she confided in Alicent - who, though she has no more desire to marry her best friend's father, feels honor bound to inform the Kingsguard - forming a basis for their future mutual enmity.

As for Otto himself, while he may see Rhaenyra as a better option than Daemon, he personally finds her to be nothing more than spoiled little girl who has been given infinite opportunity in life, done absolutely nothing with it, and yet believes she's earned every honor she's been given. It's possible she might grow out of it, but until then Otto would rather have nothing to do with her. Yet there is nothing he can say to Viserys regarding his marriage that wouldn't jeopardize Alicent's own, and so he grudgingly goes along with it.

And so we have Alicent and Rhaenrya in the unenviable position each of being married to their best friend's father. They are both each other's stepmother and stepdaughter. Their shared misery does anything but bring them closer.

Fast forward ten years to the death of Laena Velaryon.

Alicent is a diligent, if deeply unhappy, wife and mother of four, as per canon. The Faith is her recourse and only the knowledge that her son should inherit makes her suffering worth it.

Rhaenyra, meanwhile, resents her husband in a manner which echos Cersei Lannister. Otto is old and dull and forever trying to constrain her, not understanding that a dragon need not concern itself with the thoughts of sheep. She has borne Otto three sons who she cannot bring herself to love - and the moment Daemon returns from exile, starts an affair with him that sees her bearing her uncle three children of his own who she loves more than anything.

The court starts breaking into factions as Viserys' health declines, but here the lines are not so clearly drawn. There is Aegon the Elder, hapless and dissolute but Viserys' oldest son. Then there is Rhaenyra - and through her, her oldest son, Jacerys Hightower, who is well-trained for the role but lacks his mother's favor. And then there is Rhaenyra's favorite - Viserys Hightower, who is but a child and who many suspect of being illegitimate. They are respectively the Greens, the Whites, and the Blacks.

The Dance of the Dragons which follows is full of backstabbing, death, and shifting alliances - and far more complicated than Alicent and her children against Rhaenyra and hers.

To start with: 1) Alicent favors Aegon, as without his accession none of her sacrifices will have meant anything, but 2) Aemond and Otto favor Jacerys, who is dutiful in a way they appreciate and has the potential of being a good king in addition to being Otto’s eldest son by his second marriage. 3) Rhaenyra naturally favors her own claim, but loses much support when her first act to annul her marriage to Otto Hightower, marry Daemon, and declare her son Viserys crown prince over his older (half)brothers. And so on. Dealer's choice on the precise alignments and intrigues.

A three-way war of succession rages for almost a year, until Aegon and his dragon are killed in battle with the Blacks.

The remaining Greens throw their lot in with the Whites - but the fact the succession dispute is now between mother and son only makes the fighting that much worse.

Things finally resolve some years later with Jacerys taking the throne, but with the strength of the crown and stability of Westeros being much shaken. Though Aemond - Jace's strongest supporter - managed to kill the traitor Daemon in battle, he died of his own wounds soon after. Jace was able to take Dragonstone and capture his mother and (half)siblings soon after, but the suspicious deaths of Viserys and Aegon the Younger after he ordered the lot of them imprisoned in the Maidenvault haunts his reign.

Though Jace's reign is only as peaceful as any medieval fantasy kingdom ever is, he does two things which help to stabilize Westeros and House Targaryen in the long run. First: he lives a long time, but not so long that his only his only heirs are minor grandchildren, which keeps the succession peaceful when it comes. Second: He orders an end to all marriages within four degrees of consanguinity - and includes stepfamily and foster relationships in this decree. While this does still allow for first cousin marriage, it also keeps the worst problems of inbreeding from affecting the noble houses of Westeros.

Bonuses include: 1) Making no one a saint - or a sinner. Every player in the Dance is human, with all the associated foibles, and who react to their traumas in understandable, if sometimes undesirable, ways; 2) Such complicated family dynamics - and family relationships - as to keep an entire army of psychologists employed for centuries. The fault lines don't just appear between Alicent's children and Rhaenyra's children, but among and between them; and 3) Not a single word said about The Prince That Was Promised, The Song of Ice and Fire, or any other prophesy that might allude to the events of ASOIAF.

And that's all I have: a great way to make a complicated situation more complicated, but very little detail of the Dance itself. As always, feel free to adopt this bun, just link back if you do anything with it.

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[avocado-writing]

heaven can’t help me now

White Death x Reader

Rated E, Minors DNI

CWs:  Hybristophilia, Hematolagnia, Violence, Slight Dacryphilia, Older Man/Younger Woman, Infidelity

A/N: This is the filthiest thing I’ve ever written, I think, and it’s about a fucking Michael Shannon character. Thanks as always to @lady-jane3 and my friend M ❤️

Your marriage to his son was one of convenience. Two powerful mob families unified in the traditional way: the wedding of an eldest son to a daughter. The fact that you had only met enough times to count on one hand was irrelevant.

Business came first. 

The White Death found it funny, you approaching the altar in white. The sacrificial virgin marched to the place where she would be offered up. Even your necklace reminded him of a slit throat: a red ruby choker cinched up tight. Your eyes were doe-wide and hands shaking, but you held your head high as you made it down the aisle. As if you were afraid of nothing. 

You met his son’s bored gaze with a level neutrality the White Death found secretly impressive. He half expected you to be sobbing. It is good you understand your duty: marriage, children, obedience and support. 

You were wedded under the grace of God and the White Death rolled his eyes at the awkward kiss his son planted on your mouth. You wanted it to be chaste; his son did not. But you would not embarrass yourself in front of the priest, so remained modest even when confronted with the boy’s lechery. 

He watches the evening pass. You keep an air of professionalism about you at all times. You know what is expected of you. You smile, but never bare teeth: you are a gentle thing and it would not do. 

What will become his obsession with you seeds itself in his heart. 

His working relationship starts with you the next day. The morning after your wedding night. In a stark contrast to the stainless white you were enveloped in yesterday, today you’re wearing a well-fitted black suit. It manages to be both professional and leave very little to the imagination. He ordered the presence of his son, and doesn’t let his surprise show when it’s you who appears in his stead. 

“Your new husband is not enough to keep you in bed?”

He expects you to be flustered, but you manage to swallow any embarrassment down. You speak plainly. 

“I want to be helpful to this family. I might as well learn from the best. The patriarch.”

Ah, he likes that. It isn’t often someone refers to him by his actual position. But he loves the way it sounds out of your pretty little mouth. 

So you learn. 

He realises you didn’t have much of a chance to show your worth in your own clan. You were written off, as daughters tend to be, as marriage fodder. But you have a sharp mind and a sharper tongue hidden in your head. You’re clever - no: cunning. And ever so attentive. You listen to every order he gives and take note of it; you’re a model student. His son is a failure, his daughter desperate to overachieve; but you. You are perfect. He was enchanted at first by your demure beauty, but now he realises there’s far more to you than meets the eye. 

He realises he was a fool to write you off as a lamb. There’s something lupine in you yet. 

A feeling of pure disgust crosses him when he sees his son by your side. The way he doesn’t even look at you, totally ignores you as if you’re nothing to him. It’s a palpable rage he can feel building, one he can taste on his tongue - he always knew he hated his son, but your introduction into their lives has amplified it. 

So he finds a reason to send his son away. A job to “prove his mettle”, as it were. Pretends it’s something of worth to the family, when really it’s just an excuse to get his him away from the compound. His son throws a petty tantrum about the fact he has to do something, but not over that he’s explicitly told not to bring you with him. 

You do not seem sad your newlywed husband is leaving. 

You take your place at the White Death’s desk, typing quickly on your laptop. Doing some administrative work. Unlike your husband, you don’t need to be forced into it; you are happy to volunteer your time to him. 

You are the only other person allowed to sit there. You look like you are made to be there, face the zenith of concentration. There is nothing unusual about him watching you work, but now he knows his son is far away and he is made bold.

He paces over to you, as if he were a wolf descending upon its prey. You don’t seem to notice. But your whole body freezes when he touches his hand to your back, gently correcting your posture to sit up properly. 

It could be an entirely innocent gesture. But from the tiny gasp you take, he knows you don’t want it to be. 

He listens to the sounds of your fingers on the keyboard, and he notices when they still. His hand does not move when he sees you’re staring at a picture he keeps nearby. There’s a melancholy on your face he’s sure you hope you’re hiding. You’re not. 

“Is this your wife?” you ask. Yes. His angel, now gone. She’s young in the photo, carefree, teeth showing while she laughs for the camera and for him. He wonders why you bring it up. Perhaps you feel guilt, him touching you in front of her. Him wanting you so brazenly. 

“She passed when she gave birth to my daughter,” he states. His heart still hurts from it, but it is not the same pain it once was. Now it has been reduced to a dull ache. You nod, admiring the picture. 

“She’s beautiful,” you confess, quietly. He hears the way you say it. The tiniest tremor in your voice. He cuts to the chase. 

“And you think you are not?”

You laugh, self-deprecating, as if you say, who would? 

His touch moves. He traces along your spine, up to your shoulder. Knuckles dust against the skin of your neck where your pulse beats, rabbit-fast; he cups your face. 

“You are beautiful, красавица,” he states. When he swipes your cheek in a caressing arc, he sees the way you part your lips. 

His eyes bore into yours. You are not frightened, though your breath hitches. 

Carefully he presses his thumb into your mouth, down onto the hot plain of your tongue. You close around it and suck, and he swears under his breath. 

The knock makes him retract his touch. He gives a moment for the two of you to regain your composure before he calls in the visitor (a grunt reporting on a tailing job). You leave soon after, and for the first time in years the picture of his wife is hidden away in a desk drawer. 

For the entire thing, and then the night as if follows, he can’t stop thinking about the feeling of your mouth on him. The soft sweetness of it. He hasn’t known such a feeling for years, and it stirs him up inside. By the time he retires to his chambers for the evening he’s almost gone mad with it. He considers taking himself in his hand; or perhaps getting someone to hire him some company for the night - but he knows both would be a poor substitution for you. Besides, he’d feel almost like he was being unfaithful to you if he chose someone else to lay with. 

The irony that he considers that while lusting after his son’s wife is not lost on him. 

As he drinks a glass of something strong he hears a gentle tap at his door. He is surprised, when he opens it, to find you. Your eyes are wide, and you’ve been worrying your lip with your teeth so hard you threaten to break the skin. 

He towers over you as he leans against the doorframe. A hunter whose prey has willingly come. 

“You are up late,” he states. You swallow thickly. 

“Can I come in please?“

He holds open the door and you obediently enter, fiddling with your wedding ring. It’s a nervous fidget he’s noticed that you do. As if your hands are looking for something to busy themselves in order to take your mind off whatever plagues it. You say nothing for a moment, instead just heading over to the window and staring across his land. 

“Speak to me, красавица,” he says, voice low but sincere. He walks behind you, leaving his drink as he goes, standing so his chest is almost flush with your back. He doesn’t quite close the gap though. Not yet. 

He revels in the way your breath hitches. 

“I… I was thinking about how you were touching me earlier,” you eventually manage. 

“And you want me to touch you again?”

As if you’re afraid to hear yourself say the answer, instead you just nod. 

He embraces you. One of his hands settles on your abdomen, the other comes to clutch your little face in his hand. He buries his face in your shoulder and smells the sweet scent of your perfume. You gasp at it and keen into his touch, hips gently thrusting forward, your body betraying your poker face and telling him straight away what it is you want. 

“Stay still красавица, hmm? You want this, do you not?” 

Another shaky nod. He holds you close as he guides you backwards to his leather couch, bringing you into his lap as he sits. He finds his fingers creeping back into your mouth where you dutifully start to suck them. His thumb rubs your cheek and the hand that had alighted in your stomach creeps down into your waistband. You moan at the first stroke. 

“Shh. You do not want anyone to hear you in here with me.”

He feels you swallow. 

His hand slips down to your willing cunt, soaked already from the promise of him. The rough pads of his fingers begin to press into your clit. You gasp around him, back arching; he smiles into your hair. 

“Tell me how it feels,” he whispers, mouth hot at your ear. He can’t imagine his son has pleased you like this, selfish little brat that he is. And you do so deserve to be pleased. 

“It… it…” you’re already struggling and you completely lose the power of speech when he slips a finger inside. It enters you easily, the wetness allowing him access. He adds a partner to it and begins to fuck you with a come-hither motion, rubbing the pads of his fingertips against your inner wall. You gasp and buck in his embrace but a tight arm around your waist keeps you restrained against him. He will feel every second of your orgasm every way he can. 

“You are so lovely,” he sighs, pressing a kiss against the exploded plain of your neck as your head rolls back. You whimper and one of your hands reaches back to tangle in his hair, just for something to hang on to. Something to ground you. Your breathing gets harder, your breath hitching as tears of overstimulation form in your eyes. Your poor body is likely unused to someone else trying to bring you to finish like this, but you can’t fight nature. You can’t fight him, nor his beautifully clever touch. 

“I think I’m going to - I can’t - ”

“Do it. Let go for me, красавица.”

Your first orgasm at his hands is an explosive one. You lurch forward to ball up around his hand, letting out a loud gasp bordering on a shriek as you flood his palm with your release. He smiles as your hips roll against him, riding out the feeling, chasing it to its conclusion. Afterward you collapse sweetly in his arms, breath heavy, sweat on your brow. 

“Oh,” is all you can muster. 

“‘Oh’ indeed,” he agrees, pulling his hand from out your waistband and getting you to suck his fingers clean. 

He does not ask you to reciprocate, not that night. Instead he sends you off after a drink of water, telling you to reflect on what you want your relationship with him to be. He’s clearly amenable to whatever decision you arrive at. He watches you trip back to your room, high on the euphoria of it all. 

When you’re gone he takes the hand still covered in your come and fists his cock, hard. He in turn releases more powerfully than he has for years, his orgasm hitting him like a fucking freight train as he remembers how pliant and needy you were in his arms. 

The next time he makes you come, he thinks, he’s going to watch your face to see it. 

He does not see you the next day. No doubt you are mulling over his offer. He certainly doesn’t expect you to darken his doorstep that night, dressed in only a silky black robe, and place a hand on his chest before backing him into his own room. 

He makes you come three times before he even thinks about letting you touch him. He wants to spoil you like you deserve. It’s worth it, afterwards, to watch the way your eyes go wide when you take him for the first time, feel him throb heavily in your palm. He’s hard from watching you write under him after all. You’re sex-drunk from your orgasms, but you’re lucid enough to realise what a size he is. He lets himself have a quiet smile as your eyes go wide. At least ten inches, and too wide for you to fit your fingers around properly. 

He covers your hand with his and shows you how to fuck him with it. Your breath hitches even from giving him pleasure, and he realises what a thing to be treasured you are. 

He continues these dalliances for a week, every day you continue your diligent work with nothing but subtle and teasing touches to suggest there’s anything illicit going on; and at night he touches you in just the right places to make you scream. 

When his son returns from his mission, his first night without you is aching. The idea of his son lying in bed next to you is infuriating. Squandering you, taking advantage. 

You should belong to him, thinks the White Death as he tightens his grip on his tumbler. Him and him alone. 

The next day, when he’s certain that the two of you are alone in his office, he lifts you onto his desk and eats your cunt for the first time. 

You clutch at his hands as he goes to pull your panties down over your stockings - he can only hope that you’re dressing like this for him, a present to unwrap - your eyes are wide and uncertain. But he presses a kiss to your inner thigh as if you say, trust me. 

You release your hold on him, hesitant, but the moan you’re soon letting slip suggests you’re more than amiable to what’s happening. 

His mouth is just as clever as his hands, and explores you to find what makes you cry out. Any attention to your clitoris with the flat of his tongue is welcome, and when he pushes it inside you grip his hair so hard he’s sure you rip some of it out. 

You scratch your fingernails against his scalp, quietly encouraging. After you come twice on his face, he doesn’t object when you return the favour, sliding bonelessly to your knees in front of him and pulling down his fly. You take him as far down as you can before your eyes go wide as you gag - he wants to tell you to stop but before he can you strengthen your resolve and try again. He feels himself hit the back of your throat, the lovely wet warmth of your mouth engulfing him. 

He sees the way tears prick at your eyes as your tongue works his shaft, swallowing him down the best you can. With one hand he caresses your face while he whispers what a good job you’re doing; his other comes to rest on your neck.

He can feel himself disappearing down your throat. 

Tears drip down your cheeks from overexertion and overstimulation, and he comes so hard it leaks out from between your lips. You look so beautiful with your face wet; he has no choice but to bring you back to your feet and give you a searing kiss. 

“Send him away again,” you beg. The White Death does not need you to ask him twice. The next day his son finds himself being shepherded off from the compound under the guise of business, leaving his wife safely with his father. 

That night the White Death wastes no time in lying you down on his bed and kisses every inch of skin you reveal to him, hitching up your silk lingerie to tease and tantalise. He worships you at this altar the two of you have created. Afterwards, when you’re exhausted and curled up next to him, chest rising and falling ever so softly, he realises what a hold you have over him and you simply have no idea.

The two of you start being… bolder. Well, nobody can say anything, can they? He’s the boss around here, and if his men want to keep their tongues in their heads, they’re not going to comment on the fact he seems to have become awfully close with his son’s wife. You sit next to him when there’s meetings, a diligent note-taker and wise participant in your own right, and with a smile he rests a hand high up on your thigh. He sees the looks those assembled give each other, but nobody says a word.

The day he realises that he might be in love with you is when he sees you kill someone for the first time. There’s a leak in his organisation, someone dripping information to one of his rival crime families, and they’ve finally weeded out which of the bastards it is. He has the man in the courtyard, bound and on his knees. You watch as he’s kicked to the floor.

“Rot in our ranks. He’d sell us out and see us fail. What should we do with a man like this, hmm?” he asks, mouth at your ear. You consider this for a long moment, poker-face unmoving, before you reach to the holster at his hip and take his gun. You shoot through the traitor’s skull without blinking. 

Blood sprays you, and the White Death has to be subtle about the fact it makes his heart race to see you commit the act with such ease. Later, when he’s between your legs with his mouth, drinking down the taste of your orgasm, he finds himself growing hard knowing you find killing as easy as he does.

You are perfect. You were sent for him.

He wants a piece of you to take around with him, to have in his pocket. So he walks into your bedroom one day to take a pair of your panties. You have many: lacy, ruffly things, including a few that he himself has bought you, and is taking his time picking them - when he sees your bed. 

It’s perfectly made, and one of his shirts is lying on it. His favourite one, the one he’s been looking for for a while. He puts two and two together and realises: you’ve been wearing it to bed. The idea of you swamped in his clothes, maybe spread out and touching yourself while dressed in it - it’s more than he can bear.

That night, he comes to your room before you can get to his. From the lust-blown darkness of his eyes as he towers over you in the doorway, you can tell that this is the night.

So far you’ve only brought each other pleasure with fingers, hands; once when you rode his thigh while he recorded you, your breasts bouncing and face sweaty. But he feels like if he doesn’t know what your tight heat feels like around him he is going to lose himself. 

He presses you down into the mattress, drinking in the little gasps and moans you let out while he kisses the length of your neck. Your body has become adjusted to his expectations by now, so when he reaches into your waistband, he finds you plenty wet already. He takes his time in undressing you, peeling off each perfect layer, growing harder with each inch of skin he sees. He will never get tired of this. For the rest of time, he could indulge in watching you, and it would be time well spent. 

When he’s stripped and his clothes have been thrown to the floor with yours, he carefully parts your thighs and moves between them, taking his length in his hand and rubbing it between your folds. He begins to push inside of you, but when he’s got little further than the tip he hears the way you gasp.

It’s in pain.

He stops immediately. He could never hurt you; not unless you asked him to. He takes you in: the shaking breath, the wide eyes, the way you’re biting your lip.

“What is the matter?” he asks gently, reaching forward to caress your face. You nuzzle into his palm and its calming effect is obvious.

“I… I’ve never…” you look down to where your bodies are barely meeting, and the White Death understands.

“But you had a wedding night?” he asks, a little confused. You can’t look at him.

“He just used my mouth before he went to sleep…”

He will kill him. He’ll kill his own son for dirtying you, for taking advantage of your sweetness. A woman like you is meant for adoring, not for ignoring. He reaches down to kiss you, long and slow, not stopping until he feels your body relax beneath his while your arms slip around his neck.

“Do you still want me to?” he asks, forehead pressed to yours.

“Yes.”

“Then I will be gentle, красавица.”

And so he lays you down in your marriage bed and takes your maidenhood like his son was meant to. 

 He buries himself in you, inch by slow inch, stopping whenever you ask. It takes a while before he’s sheathed and you seem amazed you’re able to fit all of his surprising size inside. He fucks you with slow, determined rolls of his hips, stretching and adjusting you, never too much to hurt. Soon your noises of mild discomfort turn to ones of pleasure, tiny mewls and gasps at how thrilling penetrative sex can be. After a while he stops and pulls out, moving back down your body to your cunt, licking your sensitive vulva and tasting the metallic tang of your virgin blood there. When he’s made you come with his mouth he enters you again, a thumb on your clit keeping you high on euphoria while he fucks you harder. 

You come on his cock, spasming warmly around him, and he coats you with his release. 

Laying there, sweaty and exhausted, he thinks he will never be blessed with such a heavenly visage again. There is no God for him now. But there is you, an angel. 

He gets you a glass of water, forces you to drink, and gathers you into his arms as you come back to your senses. He traces nonsensical patterns on your back affectionately. The first words out of his lips surprise you.

“It is your birthday soon, is it not?”

You blink.

“Yes,” you confess, shyly. He presses his lips to your cheek to prove he means no harm with his question.

“What do you want for it?”

“I don’t want - ”

“Be honest with me, little one.”

You consider for a moment.

“A party. I want a party where I can be on your arm for the night.”

He chuckles, taking your hand and kissing each finger.

“Then a party you shall have.”

It is, of course, not the only present he gives you. Perfumes, clothes, a gun designed to perfectly fit your pretty little hand. And of course a white diamond choker. If anyone were to look at it - really look at it - they’d see his own name has been encrusted amongst the stones around your neck. 

And on his arm you are. He got someone with experience to plan it, of course, and it’s in the ballroom of his compound, but you seem delighted all the same. He’s invited some of the other minor families as guests, and all of them wisely choose not to speak as he dances far too closely with his son’s recent bride, your hand on his shoulder and his on the small of your back. The look of happiness on your face thaws his cold heart.

He has to step away for a minute - just a minute, no more - to talk business, but when he comes back, you are gone. He searches for you amongst the guests… and his blood runs cold when he hears that his son got back tonight. 

He moves through the crowd when he spots the boy involved in animated conversation with you on the other side of the hall. He’s angry, you’re angry, but when he grabs your arm and hauls you out of the door the White Death clenches his jaw so hard he threatens to shatter his teeth.

The two of you are in the hallway. In the sparse moments he took his eyes off of you, his son has done damage. He stands over where you are sprawled on the floor, his fist red with your blood. Your lip is split and red is dripping down onto your dress. There’s scratch marks across his son’s cheek - you clearly tried to defend yourself - but you were taken by surprise. He looks to his father, thunderous.

“The whore has been fucking someone behind my back.”

The White Death’s anger tends to be a cold thing. Patient, calculating. But the sight of this engulfs him in a white-hot fury he’s never felt before. 

“I know,” he replies, and he waits just long enough for his son to put the pieces together before he grabs him by his hair and drags him back into the ballroom. This is something that needs to be witnessed. It needs to be humiliating.

His son has never been a match for him physically. There are gasps as The White Death leads his son into the crowd, using the grip he has on his scalp to keep him still while he begins to beat him. His closed fist rains down on his son: he feels his nose break, his eye socket fracture beneath his blows. When his face is more blood than skin he lets him drop to the floor, the toe of his shoe finding the plain of his ribs and kicking until he hears an audible snap.

In the haze of red that clouds his vision, he manages to make out you stumbling towards him. You clutch his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you.

“Stop. My love, stop.”

The sound of your voice pulls him back. He takes your arms in his hands, gentle despite the fact your husband’s blood falls from his knuckles, checking over your injuries.

“Nobody ever touches you again,” he promises. The sincerity in his words is undoubtable. You believe he’d kill anyone who ever tries to lay a finger on you. He pulls you into his arms, vowing he will get your marriage to his son annulled, he will take you as his bride. 

He loves you.

And he will keep you safe.

#The white death x reader #white death x reader

[lurafita]

Piece of dialoge that I would put in a reverse Malec au

As the title states, this is basically me writing down a kinda scene that's swimming around in my head.

it is definitely a story I want to write, but I'm not sure about my ability to write it. However, this one scene, though not fleshed out and pretty much just dialoge at the moment, made me want to type it up and share it with people who might enjoy it. Pairing: Magnus/Alec Lots of friendships and some background pairings that aren't depicted in this scene. Reverse!verse with Shadowhunter!Magnus and Warlock!Alec (as well as other known downworlders being shadowhunters and shadowhunters being downworlders.) I don't think any content warnings apply, as it is really just a scene with dialoge between Alec and Magnus, in which Magnus does most of the talking. Its main purpose is to portray the type of Shadowhunter I believe Magnus would be.

Alec: “You confuse me.”

Magnus, flirting: “In a good way, I hope.”

Alec, agitated: “You say you want to work your way up to a position of power in Idris. Become Inquisitor or Consul one day. Yet you act uncaring about the risk to your life that every new mission poses, and spit in the face of almost all of the Clave’s rules and regulations. I have lived for centuries, and in that time I have met many of your kind. You are… you confuse me.”

Magnus, smiling but contemplative: “I like being a Shadowhunter. Fighting against the forces of evil, protecting those that can’t protect themselves, helping those who need it. Working and training with Raphael and Catharina and Dot and Ragnor. Teaching Simon and watching him grow into his talents, though if you tell him I said that I will deny it. I truly, honestly, love these parts of my life. But I’m not blind to the Clave’s - and Shadowhunters’ as a whole, I guess - many shortcomings and failings. The Clave, our teachings and philosophies are far from perfect, and some are downright unjust. They are so very stuck in their ways and stagnant about the law, they carry prejudice and bigotry at their very center.

"Even after the circle, even after the uprising and the many little and big changes this whole world has gone through, Shadowhunters appear almost allergic to change. Non-heterosexual relationships still are discouraged and looked down upon by many, especially those of higher standings. Relationships with downworlders that aren’t purely professional are just one step above being forbidden, and if it weren’t for the accords, I have no doubt that the Clave would try to imprison anyone who engages in those. "I want to change this. As much as I can. But I won’t do it by playing by the very rules I wish to overthrow. I’m the son of a traitor, but I’m loyal to our mission. I’m openly bisexual, but I’m the best of my generation. I’m friends with more downworlders than most members of the Clave have met in their lifetime and have even dated some of them, and me and my team are still the ones other institutes call upon when they need back up.

"I don’t care about the obstacles the Clave will try to put into my way, or how much they turn up their noses. I will rise up the ranks one day and earn a position that enables me to make things better for the next generation, both Shadowhunters and Downworlders. And I will do it wearing fancy clothes and glittery make-up, proudly proclaiming any relationships I may have as loudly as I need to. I will prove to them that our world needs to change, and that it won’t collapse because a woman is leading an institute without a husband by her side, or because a male Shadowhunter is in a relationship with a male Downworlder. And while I may act a bit blasé about the dangers of my job, I’m not naive to the reason as to why many Shadowhunters die young. "But by the angel, as long as I live, I will walk this path towards change, and I won’t compromise who I am as I walk it.”

Then Alec looking at Magnus a little starstruck and awed.

And Magnus suddenly being a little uncomfortable going: “Phew, that was a lot of far too serious talk. What say you we go out for a drink? I know a great club in the city!”

#magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec #shadowhunters tv #shadowhunter!magnus #warlock!alec #reverse!malec #far too long dialoge #non-fleshed out dialoge