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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am I the asshole for putting my name on my surrogate baby’s birth certificate because I wanted to keep the baby I carried and the man who got me pregnant from leaving the country?

Some background, I (26f) have secondary infertility (egg issues) and have had several miscarriages due to this, but I have no primary infertility (uterus issues). Earlier this year, I was accepted into a university about 500 miles away from where I was living, I am an older college student, so a lot of financial aid options weren’t available to me, so I decided I would live with my boyfriend (28m).

Fast forward, I’m a 25-year-old freshman and I m living with my boyfriend. I get big into the local art and poetry scene. Among other friends, I meet a nice older couple (36f and 37m)-let’s call them N&M, in a committed relationship, but not married, who are looking into hiring a surrogate because she had a hysterectomy some years ago. I’ve always wanted to carry a baby to term, but have never been able to due to my fertility issues, so I immediately volunteer.

Papers are signed, second ivf cycle takes and I’m pregnant with a baby girl (let’s call her G). My boyfriend decides that this (being in a relationship with someone pregnant with someone else’s baby) isn’t what he signed up for and we break up. I don’t have anywhere to live, so N & M offer to let me move in with them, so me and the (unborn) baby have a place to live.

About halfway through the pregnancy, M has a visa issue and has to go back to her home country for a few months, leaving me alone with N.

M’s visa issues turn out to be more serious than she thought and their plans change. During this time, I also developed some romantic feelings for N (I am carrying his baby, after all), and I kissed him at one point and let him know I’d be open to expanding our relationship and stepping in as a mom for G, since M had effectively been deported. (They were never married, I’m carrying his baby).

He kinda freaked out. This is also when their plans change, N is going to move to M’s home country with the baby as soon as she’s born and I start to panic because at this point, I’m carrying her, this is my baby, more than she’s M’s. I mean, people donate eggs all the time, but I’m carrying this baby and M isn’t even in the country, so I feel like at this point I’m more of a mom to her as M is. so (and this is where I think some of you might think I’m an asshole) I took the surrogacy papers from their important documents drawer. I didn’t know if I would do anything yet, I just wanted to have it so N couldn’t leave the country with my baby.

When the baby’s born (0f), it was supposed to be a home birth, we had a plan and N had documents all filled out and ready to submit that had M listed as her mom, and I was just going to go along with it, but there ended up being some medical complications and it turned into an emergency ambulance ride and hospital birth.

G is born with some pretty significant health issues due to the traumatic birth and spends most of the next week in the neonatal icu. N is with her, the hospital asks me to fill out her birth certificate and I put myself on it as her mom since M wasn’t even in the country and I want custody of this baby and now, without a dna test from M, which isn’t going to happen because she was deported, even if he doesn’t want to be with me, N can’t leave the country without fighting me for custody.

AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[thedrunkenreadersreviews]

Regarding Alastor's Hallway Scene in Episode 5 of "Hazbin Hotel"

Good day, folks! As sweet Mimzy said, "...pour a few fingers of rye and he turns into a kitten" so let's do that. Let me set up my Redemption, and let's get into this.

*Sip, sip*

Now, this is quite an interesting thing; the phenomenon of the reactions I have been seeing particularly regarding Alastor in episode 5 of Hazbin Hotel has been ... curiouser and curiouser.

*Sip, sip*

The big question that I think we should be asking after this episode is who Alastor is leashed to---but there seems to be something else on people's minds and that is the interaction Alastor had with Husk in the hallway of the hotel. I mean, every great character needs an epic hallway scene. For Star Wars it was Vader and Luke. For Hazbin, it is Alastor. Let's explore this.

*Sip, sip*

As a society, feasting on entertainment, whether it be through books or films or a series, fans often say that they enjoy the "villain" or "morally grey" character as opposed to those who are set on their compass of goodness. I find this to be a lie that we often tell ourselves and believe completely.

Sure, we find them more entertaining and thus we favor them, but then we try to find excuses for their behavior, make it a despicable act that is done for righteous reasons. Or because we desire to see someone who is tremendously struggling or has a rather horrid reputation overcome this and prove to be a fantastic character underneath all the layers of darkness. We don't like them because they are bad. We may pity them for they often have the most tragic backstories, or we see the potential of their goodness. But we like them because we believe that everyone in their universe has the wrong perspective of their wickedness while we, outsiders looking in, see the potential of their heroics. What they can do despite everything.

That is not liking a character because they are the villain. That is liking a character because of why they are the villain and how they can overcome it.

A few examples:

Rhysand dressing Feyre up like a whore and tattooing her without her consent: well, he was doing that to protect her and help her.

Darth Vader: Mass murderer and second in command of an empire built on absolute control; but he fulfilled the prophecy of the Chosen One and had originally fallen because he wanted to save the love of his life and his unborn children.

Loki: Yeah, he slaughtered 80 people in 2 days, attacked NYC with an alien army killing hundreds if not thousands in the process, and committed genocide prior to that, BUT that's because he was severely broken and now he sits all alone at the end of time, saving an infinite amount of people.

Granted, I love 2/3 of those characters because of the reasons provided. But also because in their prime they were WICKED!

*Sip, sip*

Now let's look at Alastor.

Alastor, the Radio Demon, and one of the most feared overlords of Hell ... threatened one of the souls he owns. And now, I see people comparing him to Val or saying they hated him at that moment or now have a poor taste for him in their mouths. But ... this is exactly what you asked for from him.

*Sip, sip*

Val, who ACTIVELY tortures Angel Dust, is being used as the comparison for Alastor because he THREATENED and scared Husk after Husk stepped over the line.

*Sip, sip*

Alastor, when alive, was a serial killer. Alastor in Hell captured overlords, tortured them, broadcasted the torture throughout Hell, and became one of the most feared overlords.

He didn't do that by being "nice" or "charming." He did that by being vile and not for a greater good. He did it because, as far as we know, he wanted power. And, damn, he got it.

Demons KNOW to be afraid of Alastor. Granted, his reputation may have faltered because he has been away for 7 years but before his departure and even upon his return, for the most part, demons avoid Alastor as though he were death incarnate.

*Sip, sip*

Now, let's examine him in episode 5. Only the scene that is getting the most traction; I'll talk about Alastor and Lucifer in another post. But let's look at this scene:

Alastor and Husk in the hallway.

*Sip, sip*

Let me put some quotes here real quick:

From the Pilot:

Husk to Alastor: "Don't you [Alastor, the owner of my soul] 'Husker' me, you son of a bitch!"

Husk to Alastor: "Are you [Alastor, the owner of my soul] shitting me?"

Husk to Alastor: "You [Alastor, owner of my soul whom I have just shoved off of me] think it must be some big fucking riot just to pull me out of nowhere? You think I'm some kind of fucking clown? [even though I am contractually obligated to obey your summons]"

Husk to Alastor: "I [the one contracted to serve you and obey your commands] ain't doing no fucking charity job [even though you told me by your order that I have to]."

Alastor to Husk: "Don't worry my friend [you, who sold your soul to me so that you could keep your power because you almost gambled it all away], I can make this more welcoming [providing you with something that you enjoy even though you are contractually obligated to obey my commands without payment/reward], if you wish."

From episode 5:

Alastor to Husk: "It's nothing I can't handle, don't worry, Husker. [Proceeds to walk away, leaving the conversation] Who in their right mind would cross me? [Continues to walk away, posing the question as rhetorical and not requiring an answer]."

Husk to Alastor: "... You've been gone a while. And it's not like anybody knows why---"

Alastor to Husk: "They don't need to know. [And it does not need to be discussed further, so leave it alone.] And don't you worry your fuzzy head about it. [Drop it. Drop it now. Don't pick it up]"

Husk to Alastor: "You may own my soul, but I ain't your fucking pet!"

[Personally, I think Val would have instantly backhanded AD for that alone.]

Alastor to Husk: "Hmhm. But you are [So stop talking, just let it go, I'm letting a lot slide here]."

Husk to Alastor [the owner of his soul, who has slaughtered overlords of Hell]: "Big talk for someone who is also on a leash."

Alastor to Husk: "Aha. What did you say? [Now you have tested my patience too much!]"

*Sip, sip*

In the pilot, Husk openly and without fear insults and cusses at Alastor. And what does Alastor, the owner of his soul, do? He lets it slide.

In the one scene between them in the hallway, Alastor essentially still does nothing even though it is evident that Husk struck a nerve. At least twice over in this scene alone, Alastor gives subtle hints to Husk that it is best he just stops. And it is not like he even dismisses Husk's worries about Mimzy or even his absence. It's more along the lines of, "Oh, I know she is in trouble and came here for me to clean up her mess, but I am a bit occupied at the moment dealing with the actual King of Hell, so I'll get to it when I get to it. Just keep her busy for now." And in regards to his absence, he makes it abundantly clear that Husk is better off just not mentioning anything about it. He cuts Husk off, and essentially says, "Look, just keep quiet about it. It's no one's business but mine and I'm fine, I can handle it, so let's just leave it alone."

All the talk people say of Alastor having a big ego, oh undoubtedly, but it makes sense why Husk is in pride in this one scene alone. Alastor tells him "let it go," and moves to walk away from the conversation.

But Husk pushes. And pushes. And on that final shove, I think Husk even knows before Alastor got mad that he went TOO far.

*Sip, sip*

And Alastor still, for the most part, does nothing.

He reminds Husker that he owns his soul, pulls on the chain just to knock Husker off-kilter, and then, rather demonically, tells Husk to not EVER mention the fact that he is leashed again. Honestly, with what Alastor COULD do to Husk ... that was letting him off SUPER easy. Like, Husk should be kissing his feet that that threat was the only punishment he received for that comment.

Val? Forget it. AD would probably be filming for 3 days straight. Alastor doesn't even touch Husk.

This move is also a sense of security for Alastor, I think. Husk probably thought this was just another comment that would result in Alastor just ignoring it. But it takes Alastor by surprise and destroys his comfort. He loses himself in a fit of fury and pulls on Husk's leash to remind both Husk and himself, "Yeah, I might be leashed but I still own YOUR soul, Husk! So do not test me!"

*sip, sip*

So, yeah, Husk gets scared, as he should. Alastor is terrifying.

Should this lessen our opinion of Alastor as it seems to have done with so many fans?

No. Absolutely not. If anything, this scene provides balance to that paradox I supplied earlier; how we like the evil characters because of the good they could do but we should also like them because they are evil and should be expected to do evil things.

Alastor IS evil. He owns Husk's soul.

And yet, this evil overlord allows Husk to get away with soooo much. And when Husk oversteps, as he absolutely did, to not even be smacked by Alastor speaks volumes of Alastor's opinion of Husk.

*Sip, sip*

Here is my speculation:

Husk obviously knows more about Alastor than most. But Alastor owns hundreds if not thousands of souls. Husk is someone he calls on often, obviously. Husk knows Alastor is leashed. Faustisse, a former employee of Spindle Horse, and one of the original teammates beside Viv for the Hazbin project said that Alastor regards Husk as one of his closest friends. Perhaps not friend, but maybe one of his closest confidants. Why else would Husk know that Alastor is leashed? Granted, we cannot tell from the dialogue if Husk knows where Alastor was for 7 years or even if he knows who Alastor is leashed to. To some extent, though, Alastor must trust Husk.

In this scene, Husk violates that trust. He deserved to be threatened, reminded, and terrified. I adore Husk. He is one of my favorite characters and when I saw the hallway scene, I thought Husk deserved way worse than what he got.

And Alastor still takes what Husk had to say about Mimzy into consideration. He still tells Mimzy, a friend he has had since he was alive, that she needs to leave.

*sip, sip*

Yes, Alastor is evil. And it is soooooo good to see him BE evil. And not for a good cause but just because someone got under his skin. He owns Husk and he lets Husk off very easy. So to see him lose his temper and not even physically hurt Husk allows the nugget of possible, minuscule glimmer of somewhat kindness to linger.

I loved the hallway scene. It did a fantastic job of showing us what Alastor COULD be if he really wanted to, why you shouldn't mess with him, and how he elicits fear.

Val lords over his souls through physical abuse. Alastor does it mentally when called for. They are two totally different overlords with really no comparison to be made between them save for this: they are both evil.

*Sip, sip*

Alastor ate in episode 5 and left no crumbs. He remains, quite possibly, the most interesting character in the show. I cannot wait to discover more of him and watch him be absolutely wicked towards others.

Cheers to you, Radio Demon. If I were in Hell and had to be leashed to anyone, I would want to be leashed to you.

*Sip, sip*

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[randxmthxughts]

Can't wait to meet you - Tsu'tey x pregnant!reader

summary: pregnant!reader having to reassure tsu'tey that he will be a great father, despite his fears

wc: 800

a/n: i have a long weekend and i'm planning to take full advantage of that. i promise, i'll get to writing dad!tsu'tey raising his babies, but before that i need some more tsu'tey just happily existing with his pregnant mate

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The thick, humid air of the night clung to your skin, leaving a sticky and uncomfortable trace all over your swollen body. Being so far along in your pregnancy, sharing a hammock with Tsu’tey was becoming increasingly cramped. His chest pressed tightly into your back and despite your attempts to shift your weight for a cooler spot, to no avail, it was too difficult to move. You let out a soft sigh, giving up on the idea, a trickle of sweat ran down your forehead. But as you tried to drift back to sleep, you heard Tsu’tey’s ragged breathing, and for a second you thought that he might be having a nightmare.

“Tsu’tey?” you whispered in case he was asleep.

Tsu’tey hummed in response behind you, signaling that he was wide awake. You turned your head slightly, catching a glimpse of his profile in the dim moonlight. His eyes were open, staring up at the night sky.

With much effort, you turned around to lay on your other side and face him. Your big stomach immediately put a distance between your bodies, only brushing lightly against Tsu’tey’s core and bringing him out of his thoughts. You were exhausted, wishing to go back to sleep, but your mate losing sleep for the third night in the row was concerning, and it was about time that you comforted him.

“Go back to sleep, yawntu,” Tsu’tey mumbled, feeling a little guilty for your tired state.

He had to crane his neck awkwardly to lean down and plant a soft kiss on your forehead, something that he had gotten used to ever since your belly had grown in size.  

“Why aren’t you asleep, Tsu’tey?” the grit in your voice sounded pleasantly sweet to his ears, “I can tell something is troubling you.”

“It’s nothing,” he shook his head lightly, his expression betraying his words.

“Please share with your muntxatu,” you offered, placing your palm on Tsu'tey's chest.

He softened at the gesture, covering your hand with his and squeezing it lightly. Your all-knowing warm gaze was like a gentle wind, slowly unraveling and peeling away each layer of fear and doubt he had been putting on for the past months.

“I am scared that… I won’t be good enough for her,” he confessed, his ears lowering in shame.

You blinked in confusion, tracing the soft glow of his freckles back to his eyes, that were unwilling to look at you. Your heart swelled at the realization that he was talking about your daughter.

“You have no reason to be scared, Tsu’tey, you will be everything she could ever wish for,” you scooted closer to him, as much as your body allowed you to.

“What if I’m not?” he let out a deep sigh, finally meeting your gaze with vulnerability reflecting in his own, “You know how I am, yawntu… I can be harsh sometimes. What if she sees that and gets scared? If she goes off running or gets lost, and I get angry with her, then what? I don’t want her to fear me… or hate me.”

“Your concern for her even before she's born shows how good of a father you will be, Tsu’,” you looked at him with a soft smile, “And I know you won't hurt her, just like you've never hurt me.”

“I will protect her with my whole heart if I need to. Both of you,” Tsu’tey declared, feeling it in his whole being.

And you knew he meant it. With every fiber in his body, Tsu’tey was committed to give his unborn child everything he could and more. His love for her was pouring out of every word he muttered, every gesture, every thought in his head. 

“I know,” you hummed in contentment, “And both of us love you just for the way you are.”

His lips curled into a smile, and he leaned down to nuzzle your cheek, whispering a small ‘thank you.’ Tsu'tey rested his palm gently against your swollen belly, shifting to bring his face to the same level.

“Can’t wait to meet you,” he spoke softly to his unborn child, as you watched him with admiration.

Both of you felt a sudden movement from within your belly in response to his voice. Something small pressed against your skin, causing his eyes to widen, and Tsu’tey gently traced the imprint with his fingers, marveling at the sight he had already seen many times before.

“I think she’s saying it back,” you said. Tsu’tey nodded in satisfaction, pressing a kiss to your belly.

“I love you so much. Your mommy and you made me the happiest man alive, you know that?” 

And just like a response, the baby kicked again, drawing out a laugh out of both of you.

“Feels like she’s going to talk back a lot when she learns how to,” you teased, smiling down at Tsu’tey.

“Going to be just like her mother,” he grinned back.

You rolled your eyes playfully but the smile on your lips widened. Seeing your mate so happy over your shared love was something you could never grow tired of.

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[v3nusxsky]

Hi Mars! I hope your well!<3 I have a request, it's a larissa weems x fem reader where r and larissa do the nasty then r finds out she's pregnant and after r gives birth she struggles with postpartum depression and one day when larissa comes home from work she finds r holding the baby close to her chest and crying so r tells larissa everything and larissa comforts r and then like maybe years later r and larissa has the most stubborn but cute little girl who loves ice cream and teddy bears?. This might be a bit much but I hope you can do it❤️ thank you Mars!🙏I love your fics🙌

Breaking through the darkness

*Authors note~ another instalment of YAMW and the last in the series but honestly I’d love to write one shots for this universe so if you have any ideas on what you’d like to see hit my asks up. And I’ll see y’all in Sinful Souls*

Trigger warnings~ pregnancy giving birth mentions breast feeding an infant postpartum depression hurt and comfort etc Larissa being the most wonderfully loving wife possible

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

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Larissa had a few more nightmares at the beginning of your pregnancy, most about failing you and your unborn child. Yet one thing that didn’t change was her insistence that the baby would be a girl. There is absolutely no doubt in the blondes mind on the child’s gender yet you were adamant that you should decide on a name for both genders. Just in case. Your stubborn nature got you to convince, so boy or girl you’d both decided on their name.

Alongside the debate over names and the insane cravings that often found Larissa fluttering from store to store, in and around Jericho, pregnancy only heightened your stubbornness and insistence that you were simply pregnant not disabled and Larissa’s dedication and truthfulness. However, despite all the new hormones and adjustments to your daily lives you were both committed to each other and overcoming every challenge as a pair.

Anticipation grew as you reached six months pregnant, your ability becoming hyper sensitive and uncontrollable. Deciding to wait to find out if you’d have a son or a daughter is what got you through the changes to your body. Nevermore’s students were abuzz with theories and suggestions about the child. A few of the staff members had thrown you and Larissa a baby shower that was modest and gender neutral but beautiful, the gifts being thoughtful and generous mixed with your new levels of hormones had you in tears at the love and care for your unborn child.

Around the last month of your pregnancy you began to fear you’d fail the baby. You obviously want the best for them, but your parents weren’t exactly the best role models and that led to your mind concocting the most distressing nightmares that often woke Larissa by your screams and sobs, to which Larissa would spend hours consoling you despite her long work hours.

By the end of your pregnancy, you were totally over the whole situation. Not only were you carrying the weight of a whole other human but your back hurt all the time, your ankles were the size of beach balls and the Braxton and Hicks contractions were borderline torture. Sleep being hard to come by all contributed to you wanting your baby earth side now. Larissa liked to suggest that perhaps the child was a perfect mix of your stubbornness and her determination was why your due date came and went with no signs of labour. No. In fact it was 8 days later that things got real, just in time for the end of semester holidays.

After twelve hours of relentless contractions, broken sobs and curses to your lover and little sleep did you bring your child into the world with a massive gasp of relief. Hearing their cry of protest brought tears to both of your eyes as the nurses took the child away to clean them off before bringing them back and placing them on your bare chest without revealing. The doctors and nurses fluttering round the room to ensure you and the baby got the best postpartum treatment before coming to congratulate both of the new mothers.

“You did so well sweet girl, so proud of my girl” Larissa murmured pressing sweet kisses to your forehead as you both gazed down lovingly at the content newborn. “Georgina Faye Weems” you murmured happily as your index finger came to trace her little cheek.

“I thought we decided on Ophelia darling” Larissa murmured just basking in her beauty and the knowledge that she was right all along, now she’d be able to hold her girls. “Georgina for your aunt Isa.”

“That’s beautiful sweetheart, Georgina Faye Weems, you are one beautiful little angel, your momma and mommy love you so much. Everyone at Nevermore is going to love her” Larissa pondered choking back the emotion of her daughters name honouring her long lost aunt.

Adjusting to motherhood isn’t as easy as everyone else makes it look, thankfully Larissa could take the time in the holidays to spend time with her perfect little family as you healed from the birth. Larissa happily woke up to settle Georgina using the milk you’d expressed to allow you some sleep. Being in your blissful bubble of love with her and Georgina was utterly perfect, until the start of school popped that bubble. Larissa had your cover arranged, you’d gone over and over the work they’d be teaching and ensured the teacher would have access to all the materials. What you weren’t expecting was for how hard you’d find the day with your newborn alone.

Larissa couldn’t help but notice how irritated you’d become with her when she’d leave her office for the day. The irritation could rival your stubbornness at the earlier days in your relationship with ease. The poor blonde didn’t know what to do to help you through this time. You were taking on the night shifts now but Larissa had no idea how much sleep you were losing just unable to sleep. Then you noticed that you’d lose concentration for simple tasks, household tasks piling up, being unable to calm your fussy daughter and a huge lack of appetite. You’d make something to eat only to feel physically sick when you managed to sit down to eat.

You were crouched down against the wall, your daughter clutched to your chest as she wailed alongside your sobs and pleas for her to quieten. At this point, you were almost ready to tear your hair out, she is a beautiful girl and there’s no denying that but it seems your brain could only convince you that you’d fail her. That you are failing her. She deserved more than you for a mother. If Larissa was here she’d know how to soothe the baby. Despite being the one to carry her for nine months, birth her and being with her all day every day for at least two weeks without the tall shifter, it was like you were a stranger to her.

Georgina’s little cheeks were bright red now as she wailed unhappily, little fists balled up, the louder her cries were the more tears you shed as you absentmindedly rocked back and forth at a loss for what would help. You’d fed changed and cuddled Georgina, yet nothing seemed to settle her. Until Larissa came in to save the day.

“Oh my little flower, what’s wrong sweet girl? What’s the tears for Gina?” Larissa murmured softly coming to take the baby from you, allowing you the chance to stand up and breathe. Only, you couldn’t. Georgina settled down as she snuggled into the blondes chest, seemingly tired herself out from all the crying. Meanwhile you only seemed to curl into a ball and sob harder. “I failed her” and “she hates me” were mumbled over and over again. Only then did all the symptoms make sense to the principal. Postpartum depression. She’d read about it in all the books but seemingly missed all the signs in you. Her lover.

Placing the now sleeping baby into her bassinet Larissa immediately came to wrap you in her arms like you are a precious china doll. “Oh my darling girl, I’m so sorry I failed you my love, how long has it been this way?” She whispered as her hand rubbed soothing circles on your back. “I’m a terrible mom, she hates me. She loves you, what do I do wrong?” You sobbed your heart out on her shoulder, now the feelings started to flow there was absolutely no stopping the flow. And Larissa, being your stable shoulder to cry on, she held you through it all, promising to take some more time off Nevermore, to help you through this every step of the way. With her love and support you managed to heal and feel more like yourself again.

As your daughter grew, her own little personality began to shine through, it is apparent that she is as stubborn as you yet as truthful and gentle as the Principal of Nevermore. Students of Nevermore adored little Gina more than life itself, Enid particularly loved to gift her soft plushy’s and even Wednesday gifted her a small black swan plush teddy to go alongside the white dove Enid had crocheted.

However, Georgina’s favoured teddy happened to be a soft blush pink bear that you had gifted her for her first birthday. That bear never left her side, a special connection for you and your daughter. At a year and a half Georgina discovered Ice cream for the first time. Smearing it all around her face as you giggled with your daughter, Larissa walking unsuspectingly into the ice cream covered one year old. Now covering the bottoms of her mamas work skirt in vanilla ice cream.

Her little aura seemed to grow daily, beautiful twists and twirls of orange, green, lavender and light blue seemed to brighten with every day of her life, a perfect little blend of you and Larissa Weems, who would’ve knew that Larissa had unknowingly grown your family on your anniversary night. Your daughter being three and incredibly beautiful and brilliant would be a brilliant big sister.

Word count ~ 1718

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[mothwingwritings]

Hi hi~ hope you are doing great today xD

Sooo First of all I love how you write and I have been binge reading yujiro stepfather serie(?) And absolutely love it; but stepdad yujirou + Baki and jack the yandere/siscon stepbrothers could you imagine like:

*Katsumi became her eternal friend but feels like he can't be with y/n, so ends up as her loyal/platonic companion or ends up as a teacher and friend and go on with life because yujirou is hell of strong and Sadie to pummel him again

*yujirou marries s/o and impregnate her, but y/n gives love to the child because she doesn't want him/her to suffer like her brothers

*yujirou wanted to rill up his son's and knowing their dark yandere side put the scenario on so the two end up taking her as well

*Baki and jack won't left her until she at least have s baby of each because hanma bloodline and a sense of twisted family

*and what would happen if pickle also gets interested? How would he reacts with y/n pregnant or with kids and with the scent of the hanma's? Would he tried to kill the kids like the lion in a new pride? Or just add them to the family and put his seed too? And the hanma's what would they do?

*oh and what happened with the ash tray

Sorry for the long feel free to ignore

I love your brain, darling~

Warnings: Stepcest, breeding kink, mentions of child rearing/being a mother, mentions of noncom, 18+ only please.

If the two Hanma brothers didn’t have any kind of breeding kink before, seeing their sweet little sister heavy with child is about to change that REAL quick.

Don’t get them wrong, it makes their blood boil to witness you carrying some other man’s child, let alone Yujiro’s spawn. Seeing you grow each day, swelling with the ogre’s unborn infant, is enough to make them go damn near feral. The whole situation unleashes a torrent of emotions -rage, disgust, pity, vexation, and sympathy, all swirling together within the two of them, vying for dominance. They don’t know whether they wanted to give this kid the world (it was your child after all, and it wasn’t that they weren’t sympathetic to its situation, they probably knew the tribulations and hardships that baby was to face more so than anyone else) or completely disregard it (they just couldn’t shake where it came from, what brutality was committed against you to conceive it).

On one hand, how dare Yujiro force himself inside of you, planting a seed that will bind you to him irrevocably? It was maddening knowing you were trapped by Yujiro’s side, saddled down caring for his offspring. The ogre had you right where he wanted you now, stuck between a rock and a hard place, trapped just beyond the brothers reach.

But on the other hand, two can play at that game.

It was easy enough to convince you to come to them. You loved Baki and Jack. You respected them and you trusted them, you had no reason not to come to them willingly.  You were always so eager to see them, so grateful for their companionship. The day they entrapped you, you approached the brothers with arms spread, heart bared, and eyes sparkling as you walked blindly into their trap.

The last thing they wanted was to hurt you, that was never their intention. But you just looked so beautiful when you were pregnant, full and round and glowing, like an angel had landed on earth. They were craving seeing you that way again, adamant that they would be the ones who would fill you with their seed, and you would be the one who would help them create a new life.

And you were such a good mother, doting on your baby with love and affection despite the circumstances of how they were conceived. Didn’t Jack and Baki deserve that too? Why did their monster of a father get the only honor? They certainly treated you better than he did, loved you far more than he ever could or would. And they would never treat their children the way the ogre had treated them growing up, disregarded, abused, or as petty amusements their whole lives. Yujiro was such a terror that the brothers tried to keep themselves from growing overly attached to the baby he had created with you, not only due to the mixed emotions they felt about the situation, but because they knew the likelihood of having an infant survive growing up around the Ogre was optimistic at best.

However Baki and Jack were not their father. Maybe they had to resort to underhanded methods to get to you, sinking down to Yujiro’s level to get you pregnant with their children, but the difference between themselves and that monster would always be the overwhelming affection they held for you. Even if you had trouble understanding what was going on, or couldn’t quite wrap your head around the fact that everything they did for you was for your own benefit and safety, they knew that the lives they were forging for you was what would ultimately make you the happiest and bring you the most joy, you just needed time to get used to it first to realize that. Seeing you waddle around fat with their baby’s is both brothers ultimate dream, and they will destroy anyone who tries to steal that from them, whether that be their father or otherwise. And unlike their father, any life they bring into this world with you will be cherished-the baby will essentially be half you, after all, how could they not adore it?

They know you will cry and feel betrayed and possibly even get a bit hurt should you try to deny them. But no matter what happens, they know you will forgive them because when it comes down to it, you love them just as much as they love you. They are ready and willing to give you all the time in the world to adjust, you are worth any amount of effort to keep happy.

(Also poor Katsumi, but I am glad he gets to be a homie at least lol. The eternal suffering that poor man receives through our prose…)

Now for our caveman situation…

Pickle knows there is something different about you, something that draws a family as strong as the Hanma’s to you. There’s a reason why they are all vying for your attention, eager to procreate with you, and your beguiling presence is not lost on him either. Should his interest become strong enough he’ll definitely snatch you away to create a brood of his own with you. He would become EXTREMELY overprotective of you while you were pregnant, monitoring you like a hawk to make sure you are comfortable and that there are no predators a foot to cause you any harm. When you are full of his children, he treats you more gently than you thought a beast like him possibly could. Were this a situation you were actually compliant in, you would almost call it charming how gently he handles you, or how quietly he tries to lumber his large body around you so as not to disturb you.

As for the other children you had previously… I feel like that is very dependent on the situation. He would not outright kill them by any means. Right now they are small, helpless, they don’t pose a threat to him and you care for them, he has no reason to take them from you nor does he really want to. Also, they have Hanma blood running through their veins and that intrigues him. What manner of person will they grow up to be, he wonders? The thought of watching such people grow, even have a hand in raising them or training them, was too interesting of a prospect to throw out the door.

THAT BEING SAID, his children with you will always take precedence over them. Should you find yourselves in a situation that requires him to choose who he needs to protect, you will always come first, followed by the children he sired with you, anyone else is nonconsequential. Though he has no true ill will towards the children, he certainly doesn’t harbor the love for them that he does his own offspring. He cares for the Hanma kids well enough, but base interest is about as far as it goes. If they starve, get hurt, or have to get sacrificed, so be it.

And Yujiro def still has that ashtray. For WHATEVER reason, even though it’s a shitty little trinket that was crudely made by the hands of your child self, he can’t seem to part from it. He even travels with it and uses it regularly. Weird, huh? I wonder why…

#i kinda popped off on this lol #thank you always for all the lovely ideas you guys send me #i live for them #heh heh heh #yandere baki x reader #yandere baki x y/n #yandere yujiro hanma x reader #jack hanma x reader #jack hanma x y/n #yujiro hanma x y/n #baki hanma x y/n #baki hanma x reader #here's a nice helping of some Hanma fam bs fresh from the oven mmm mmm mmm #also look at me #finally getting to answer asks asked forever ago #ty again!!! I had fun with this!!! #mothresponse

[holylulusworld]

The widow (2)

Summary: You trust no one. Not since they got your husband killed.

Pairing: TFaTW!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions death of a loved-one, mentions of s miscarriage (no description), the reader is under protection, bitchy reader, arguments, grumpy Bucky, angst, grief

The widow masterlist

The Widow (1)

Over the next few days, you stayed in your bedroom. The confrontation with Bucky, and defending your dead husband drained all the energy you had left from your body.

You lost your appetite and didn’t even try to get up from bed to have a shower. It’s not a secret that you reek, and need to clean yourself up but you just can’t find the strength to do more than mourn the loss of Ransom all over again.

“She didn’t leave the room for days?” Sam throws his hands up. “I know you and her were butting heads from the moment you met, but we are responsible for her. Y/N had nothing to do with her husband’s crimes. She’s an innocent victim and lost more than her husband that day.”

“What else did she lose, huh?” Bucky huffs. “The money? Or all the shiny things. Maybe her pretty dresses and expensive shoes.”

“Bucky, why are you so angry at her?” Sam questions. “From the very beginning, you attacked her without a reason.”

“Because she’s a spoiled brat and cries over her criminal husband. I lost people too – good people. People who protected people all her life!”

“Her husband was a good person too,” Sam gets louder and starts to argue with his hands. “He did everything to protect his wife. Ransom Drysdale committed most of the crimes he got arrested for after they threatened his wife.”

“That’s what he told the cops.” Bucky sneers. He still doesn’t believe you and your husband got tricked by his business partners.

“Bucky, I know blaming you for your past was a low blow,” Sam’s features soften, and he puts his hand on Bucky’s shoulder. “But man, she’s an innocent bystander, and she’s grieving. Y/N did not only lose her husband that day, but her unborn child too. Her future got ripped out of her hands by the people claiming to protect them.”

Bucky feels like someone punched him in the guts. He looks at Sam, feeling like a monster. “Her baby?”  

“Ransom protected her with his body, but she still got shot,” Sam lowers his voice. “One of the bullets hit her belly and…”

“She lost the baby,” Bucky whispers, as he looks anywhere but at Sam. “You should’ve told me so, Sam.”

“Why? Only because she lost her baby doesn’t make her a saint,” Sam can’t help but snap at his friend. “I didn’t think her losses would stop you from blaming her for all the things happening to her.”

“Sam, I’m not like that.” Bucky tries to argue. “ You know that.”

“Yeah?” Sam cocks his head and looks Bucky up and down. “How about you prove you are not a stubborn and unfair bastard.”

“I still don’t like her,” Bucky points his index finger at Sam. “But I’ll try to do better.”

Bucky enters your room after he knocks a few times. You didn’t tell him to get fucked as usual and he’s worried you tried to escape or worse, hurt yourself.

“I’m coming in,” he says and opens the door. Bucky finds it unlocked because you didn’t want him to tear the door down for a third time. “I hope you are dressed.”

He waits for a heartbeat, and another before finally stepping inside the room. 

“Sam is downstairs and needs to talk to you. They will be here in a few days to hear your statement.”

Bucky walks toward the bed, finding you in the same position as last time he sneaked inside your room to check if you are still alive.

“Come on, don’t be a brat, redress, and come downstairs for breakfast.”

You don’t react. All you do is stare at the wall and wallow in your pain.

“G-et fucked,” your voice cracks, but you at least tried to get rid of him. 

“There she is,” he says and walks around the bed to crouch down right in front of you. Bucky frowns deeply. You are still staring at the wall. “You need to get up and have a shower.” He scrunches up his nose. “When was the last time you showered?”

“Get fucked.”

“Doll, that’s not what’s going to happen,” he carefully moves closer to drag the blanket off your body. You shiver and wrap your arms around yourself. “You need a shower and food. If you don’t get out of the bed yourself, I’ll grab you and put you under the spray.”

You huff. “Just let me rot in dirt and smell. You don’t give a fuck about me.”

“Yeah, but you smell bad, and I don’t want Sam to get mad at me,” he smirks when you turn your back on him. “Oh, we are on cold-shoulder terms already. Good. That’s progress.”

You don’t like that he’s talkative today. Something must’ve happened, and you wonder what your prison guard is up to today. “Let me sleep.”

“You slept enough over the last days,” he says and grasps for you. You’re too tired and weak to fight him. You end up in his arms. 

“Let me down,” you say, and wiggle in his grip, but you don’t stand a chance against a super-soldier. Bucky carries inside the bathroom, laughing as you throw insults at him. “Let me down! I won’t tell you twice!”

“You already did, doll.” He carefully puts you on your feet but blocks your path. “You’ve got two options. Number one, I’ll leave the bathroom and you have a shower. Number two, you act like a brat, and I’ll scrub your smelly ass clean.”

“You wouldn’t dare putting your hands on me!” Your nostrils flare, and you’re about to attack a much stronger opponent.

“Have a shower, and I’ll change the sheets. Sam brought you fresh clothes and toiletries.” Bucky turns to leave. “I’ll give you fifteen minutes to get clean, or I’ll take down the door and scrub you clean.”

“Get fucked,” you weakly reply. Today is not the best day for a fight or any kind of interaction with other people. You only want to go back to bed and hide from the world.

Bucky glances at you one last time before leaving the bathroom. Something seems to be off with you, but he doesn’t have the time nor the patience to ask you what’s wrong.

“Y/N, hi,” Sam walks toward you to tell you about the latest development in your husband’s case. “How have you been?”

You shrug and walk past Sam.

“You could at least answer his damn question.” Bucky curses himself for his slip of the tongue. He promised Sam to try better and just started a fight again.

You yawn and walk toward the small kitchenette. “He’s still my prison guard, and my husband is still dead. Everything remains the same. What about you? Any plans on killing me yet?”

Bucky watches you grab a bottle of water and an apple before you walk back upstairs to hide in your bedroom. 

“What’s wrong with her?” Bucky frowns deeply. He was waiting for a snarky comeback or a witty comment coming from you.

“Bucky, leave her alone,” Sam shakes his head. “Today is her wedding anniversary. It’s the worst day to mess with her. Give her time and space.”

Part 3

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#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #The widow (2) #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x y/n

[ereardon]

Jake Seresin masterlist

*All of my fics are 18+. Please do not repost my work without consent or steal my work. Reblogs and comments give me life so please do interact if you'd like!

✤: Fluff

❂: Angst

❀: Smut

Full-length series:

❀❂✤ Slow Burn — Jake x OC [Kate] – Complete

After a one night stand with Hangman disrupts the fresh start you were looking for when moving to San Diego, the unexpected pregnancy forces you and Jake learn how to live with each other and tolerate one another. As the months go by, you slowly get to know the real Jake beneath the facade he puts on, but when old flames and work obstacles threaten to topple everything, your new relationship is put to the test.

❀❂✤ As It Was — Jake x OC [Abby] – Complete

When Jake Seresin calls to tell you he’s accepted a permanent position at Top Gun, you’re elated to finally be living in the same city as your best friend. But everything changes when Jake tells you his news — he has a new girlfriend, and he’s serious about her. And while you want to like her, for Jake’s sake, something about her feels wrong. Jake's arrival in San Diego also puts you in the direct path of Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, who has set his sights on you despite being Jake’s sworn enemy. Every move Rooster makes, Jake intercepts. What game are these two playing, and why is Jake more concerned about you moving on with Rooster than he is about his own relationship? 

❀❂✤ My Girl — Jake x OC [Natalie West] – Complete

Jake Seresin could be the answer to all of your dating woes. He’s the full package: steady job, mature, dependable, attractive to a fault. The polar opposite of every guy your age and he’s everything you’ve ever wanted in a partner. But there’s one roadblock: he’s a single father to four-year-old Ellie. Jake is looking for a level of commitment you’re not quite sure you’re ready to give, and he’s not willing to bring someone into his daughter’s life who isn’t there for the long haul. And even if you are stepmom material, is Jake ready to let someone back in his life while still mourning the recent loss of his late wife? 

❀❂✤ The Backup — Jake x Reader — Ongoing

Dating is hard, especially in a city like San Francisco. That's why most of your dates end up with you in Jake Seresin's bed. He's the fallback guy. But keeping your friends with benefits situation with Jake is becoming harder to hide from your tightly knit friend group. And what happens when you start seeing a guy that you actually like, and the midnight booty calls go away?

❀❂✤Before I Knew — Jake x Reader — Ongoing

On your first night after moving to San Diego to spend more time with your brother Bob, you unknowingly have a one night stand with his teammate Jake Seresin. For the first time in his whole life, Bob has a closely knit friend group and you’re desperate not to rock the boat. But an unexpected and unplanned pregnancy upends your world, forcing you and Jake closer together, against Bob’s wishes. What will happen when you find yourself actually falling for the father of your unborn child? 

Miniseries:

❂✤ You Again — Jake x Reader – Complete

It’s been five years since you last saw your childhood best friend and first love Jake Seresin. But fate, or coincidence, has you back in Jake’s life and he’s desperate not to lose you again.

❀❂✤ Snowed In — Jake x OC [Ella Finnley] – Complete

When a massive storm shutters every airport in New York, you receive an unexpected call. Jake Seresin, the ex-boyfriend of your college roommate, is stranded at JFK with nowhere to go. Somehow you find yourself hosting Jake for a long weekend in your studio apartment. What happens when you realize that maybe your long-standing hatred for him was covering up something else?

One shots:

❂ He'd Let Her Go — Jake x Reader – Complete

Jake meets the love of his life in college, but after years together he realizes the best thing he can do if he really loves her is to let her go.

❀ One Night in Tokyo — Jake x Reader – Complete

Calling off your wedding three days before wasn’t part of the plan. Neither was going to Tokyo alone on what was supposed to be your honeymoon. That’s how you ended up at the bar of The Shangri-La, drinking martinis. That’s how Jake Seresin found you. 

#My Girl #jake hangman imagine #jake hangman x you #jake hangman fic #jake hangman x reader #jake seresin #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin fluff #jake seresin x oc #jake seresin smut #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin au #jake sersin angst #hangman fanfiction #hangman top gun

[doodle-pops]

Shadows of Honour

Finrod x reader

A/N: I have an unhealthy obsession with angst and since Christmas is close by, I'd love to share it with you all :)

Warnings: female reader, pregnancy, abandonment, arguments, heavy angst, angst no comfort

Words: 1.8k

Synopsis: “If… If I had told you about my sworn oath and my impending death, would you still have loved me? Would you have accepted my love? Would you have given me a chance to experience the joy of everlasting love and family, or would you have turned me away?”

Rivers of tears cascaded down your burning cheeks as you stood face-to-face with the man you loved. His awareness and compassion for your distress was etched onto his face, unfortunately, he couldn’t bring himself to meet your gaze. Those once–beloved blue–green eyes failed to hold the honesty and sincerity they once did; instead, they remained fixed on the floor, avoiding contact with you or the round, protruding bump that bore testament to your shared love. He heaved a heavy sigh, fully aware that explaining his reasons wouldn’t make sense to you, even as he allowed you to vent your pain and his pride. Were his actions truly so cruel and heartless as to bring his wife to tears and endless pleas?

“You can’t leave me; you can’t leave us!” your voice trembled with desperation, your hand instinctively cradling your belly, emphasising the life within. “You can’t abandon your family and people for the sake of a mortal you don’t even know, Finrod!”

Lifting his head to meet your tear–stained cheeks, he reached out to cradle your face, but his gesture was met with swift rejection. Your swatting hands pushed his away, and you took a step back, staring at him in disbelief. Controlling your breathing became a struggle; in your current state, maintaining composure was no easy feat. It was even more challenging when your husband, the one who was supposed to protect and cherish you, seemed to have lost all reason and logic. What happened to his sense and sensibility?

Covering your mouth in a futile attempt to stifle your sobs, you fought to speak with a broken voice, “Don’t...don’t try to smooth things over when you know I’m right. Don’t silence me! I have every right to be unhappy with your choice. You’re choosing a mortal over me, your daughter, and our unborn child! How else am I supposed to react?”

“You need to calm down, Y/N; it’s not good for the baby—”

“Don’t tell me what’s good for me when your actions say otherwise,” you hissed with discontent, refusing to let him dictate what was right or wrong, especially when he couldn’t seem to decide for himself.

Frowning, his eyes darted hesitantly to the door, sensing a third presence nearby before returning to your panting figure. Your disapproval of his touch stung, but he understood that your nerves needed calming and your mind needed settling. He observed as you instinctively rubbed your belly, the storm of emotions causing your little one to shift uncomfortably. Dragging out this argument seemed futile when he knew that his final decision was unchangeable. It was only a matter of time until you comprehended the purpose behind his choice. Without further ado, he spun on his heels, making his way over to the closet, gathering clothes and hunting gear. Prolonging the debate wouldn’t lead to a resolution; you couldn’t convince him to stay, and he was steadfast in his commitment to aid the mortal.

“So you’re not going to say anything?! You’re not going to fight with me, fight for me, fight for us?! You’re just going to let yourself be swayed by some mortal who wants to fall in love with an elf and give her the Silmaril? The same jewel your cousins would kill for?” Your voice regained its vigour, tinged with frustration, as you approached the closet where he continued to nonchalantly pack his belongings. Your accusations stung like barbs, and yet he felt the pain even more acutely with every word you hurled his way. He knew the consequences; it was his very understanding of them that fuelled his turmoil.

Biting his lip to suppress his trembling emotions, he kept his eyes averted, focusing on the task before him. He didn’t want you to see his own turmoil, as it would only make you feel worse. Your stress levels were high enough, and he racked his brain for a way to soothe you without further escalation. “Please, don’t worry, ĕrĕmelda. I will return to you, safe and sound,” he whispered softly. “This is the will of Eru, and I must honour it.”

Your voice cut through the air, laden with a mix of disbelief and frustration. “Eru? Did he also instruct you to swear an oath, marry me, and start a family, only to abandon us for some mortal who wants to show the world his bravery by pursuing a maiden out of his league? I thought you believed that Eru didn’t intend for elves and mortals to be together. Why are you acting in direct opposition to that belief? And, for that matter, why did you keep the oath and the foresight of your own death hidden from me?”

As the trousers slipped from his grasp, he turned to face your puffy eyes and cheeks. The remnants of his irritation dissipated in the face of your broken state. His mouth opened to reply, but his words faded away as he studied your misery. He was causing more harm than good, and he couldn’t quite understand why.

With deliberate steps, he approached you, his hands tentatively reaching out to touch your arms. He noticed your lack of resistance and gently drew you into a hug. Holding you close for the first time since that morning, he breathed in your scent, savouring the fragrance of gardenias and lilacs that clung to your skin. He felt your baby move within you, and it was a poignant reminder of the life you carried—a life he seemed intent on leaving behind. Finrod knew deep down that this might be the last time he held you like this, yet he hadn’t anticipated that the parting would be so fraught with tears and agony. Leaving for a self–imposed mission in the name of honour and duty felt hollow when he longed to stay with you and your children, the family he had fought so hard to build.

In his heart, he knew he was doing more harm than good.

His children.

His heart ached at the thought of his beloved children—his eldest daughter, Lairelótë, and his unborn child. The child he cherished and sang lullabies to every night would grow up without their father’s presence, knowing of him only through stories and tales as he would be revered among his people. And his daughter, what would she think of him for leaving, for prioritising a mortal’s quest over his own family? The weight of these realisations bore down on him, causing turmoil in his mind. What was he truly doing? He had vowed to give his life for his family, yet here he was, seemingly throwing it away.

“If…” he began, his words trailing off as he listened to the heart–wrenching cries of his wife in his arms. Your sobs cut through him like a blade, each one striking his heart with painful force. “If…If I had told you about my sworn oath and my impending death, would you still have loved me? Would you have accepted my love? Would you have given me a chance to experience the joy of everlasting love and family, or would you have turned me away?”

You found yourself speechless, unsure of how to respond. His question stunned you, anger and bewilderment coursing through your veins. It felt as if he had dropped a ton of bricks on you with his words. “Finrod, I...” you faltered, struggling to put your thoughts into coherent words.

As he continued to rub your back, your hiccups grew stronger, a peculiar trait of yours that had often turned gloomy moods into moments of laughter. However, not even that unique trait could lighten the heaviness of the situation today. Glancing towards the door, his senses alert, he knew precisely who the third presence was. He fervently hoped that she didn’t have to witness the full extent of this devastating argument, which could only amplify the pain of his departure.

“F–Finrod,” you hiccupped, your voice shaking, “do you understand the significance of all of this?”

He hummed thoughtfully, his hand continuing its soothing motion on your back, gradually calming the movement in your stomach.

Taking a deep breath, you rephrased your question, “This mortal knows that his quest will lead to death. By asking you to fulfil this oath, he’s essentially asking you to die for him, so that he can have his happily ever after while I suffer. He knows that he wouldn’t survive without help. Why accept the quest in the first place? Why risk a precious life? Doesn’t he consider you important?”

Finrod sighed, his tone carrying a mix of patience and empathy. “His heart is young and easily swayed by emotions, arimeldanya. Love often drives us to do whatever it takes to be with the one we cherish.”

“But why does he have to take you away from me?” you pleaded; your voice tinged with desperation. “Tell him to ask someone else, to be less selfish. I need you; we need you.”

A small chuckle escaped Finrod at the pout that formed on your tear–streaked face. It was a brief moment of levity amidst the turmoil, a fleeting reminder of the bond you shared. Sliding his hand up your back, his fingers gently cradled your cheeks, tilting your head to meet his gaze. You saw the tears welling in his eyes, an ethereal light that shimmered with sorrow. To you, he was an angelic presence, a source of joy and happiness.

Testing the waters, he gauged your reaction before leaning in, capturing your lips in a tender, bittersweet kiss. The initial surprise was replaced by a shared intimacy, a final connection before his departure and the sorrow that lay ahead. His lips met yours with a mixture of longing and pain, a poignant reminder of the love you both shared. It was a memory to hold onto, a testament to the strength of your bond even in the face of adversity.

“I swore an oath to his House to aid in times of need, he had summoned me to fulfil it, I cannot deny its call. I can only hope that this quest won’t tear me away from you,” he whispered, his voice heavy with emotion. “And I promise, I won’t give up without a fight if there’s a chance for my wish to be granted.”

“This still isn’t fair Finrod,” you replied, your voice soft but firm. “You’ve made a decision without me and I can’t change that. You’re so selfish...”

Eyes downturn, he licked his lips and cast one more glance at the door, sensing the presence fading. He knew his words were false hope when he had foreseen a certain destiny about him, but it was necessary to still give it. “There’s still a way to rewrite the future; it is not set in stone. My death does not have to be this way. Have faith in me, I will return to you and our dear little ones.”

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[briebysabs]

I have mixed feelings on how Qian Jin was used in s2. Bc on one hand, he was basically a Shakespearean villain which works with his backstory around plays. Probably a reference to Othello with him killing the wife he thought was cheating on him. His whole thing about “you need evidence to base your claims” and him supporting his points or avoiding the police using that logic. And the irony of it all is that he killed his wife based on assumptions with zero evidence. And it’s great from a tragic standpoint for the twins bc their father had done a similar thing. From one abusive coward to the next it’s a constant cycle. The tradeoff is that it makes him much less interesting. After the reveal of his true intentions, it’s like… you’re just a bitch.

And yeah you can get into his guilt for killing his unborn child as well. But that’s something he brought onto himself and is insistent on denying the truth.

Which to me is just…idk what to tell you bro.

And if he is a Shakespearean villain, Qian Jin should’ve been killed off. Commit to it y’know cuz he’s in jail doing nothing. Even if he breaks out in s3, LTC is gonna kill him and I don’t think even LX can convince him otherwise. Idk what his purpose to the plot would be? Personally, I would’ve liked if they left his story the way it appeared on the surface. As him simply being a victim of circumstance, slowly going insane from it, so he’s trying to save his wife. Because it could tie perfectly to Lu Guang at the last episode.

And you could argue (and be right) that LTC can serve as the LG comparison. But I think Qian Jin would’ve worked better. So I’m in this position where I get why they wrote him that way, it does work for the story, but it takes away the enjoyment of his character for me. And he is treated as the “final boss” in the last ep (before we meet LX). It makes the s2 finale not as climatic as I wanted it to be. This is really my only main complaint about s2 besides some nitpicks.

Overall I loved link click season 2 though. If you prefer season 1 that’s totally understandable and I do think it is a bit better. However if you thought s2 wasn’t a good season at all I think you’re tripping but that’s just me. Kinda glad I wasn’t there in September for the discourse especially around Lu Guang I would’ve fought some bitches. Btw I did make a thread surrounding the lg time-travelling debate here it is: https://www.tumblr.com/briebysabs/745075324591783936/lu-guang-is-a-hypocrite-and-thats-okay-great

#anime #manga #donghua #link click s2 #lu guang #qian jin #li tianchen #shakespeare #shiguang #shiguang daili ren #sgdr #a complaint #comparison #I suppose #twitter #thread #tumblr tags #tumblr #link click

[happilyhertale]

Love at first sight - Aemond Targaryen x female!reader, Part 2

Summary: The announcement of your pregnancy to your husband, Aemond Targaryen, had serious consequences for you. Yet you both pulled yourselves together and wanted your marriage to work.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Author’s note: Hey you (:

After some time now the desired second part of "Love at first sight" (:

I hope you will enjoy it! English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

Word count: 3.7 k

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You sit in your cosy chambers. You sit in your favourite place, a comfortable armchair, and gaze out of the window. Your hand gently glides over your ripe, round belly, swollen from the precious life growing inside you. Despite the physical changes and occasional discomfort, you enjoy every moment of your pregnancy and delight in the kicks and movements of your child. You can hardly suppress the overwhelming joy and excitement that fills your heart as you prepare for the imminent arrival of your child and anticipate the miracle of motherhood. As the maesters have predicted, birth is imminent and you eagerly await the moment when you will finally hold your precious bundle of joy in your arms.

Aemond is a devoted husband in the midst of the challenges you face. It hasn't been easy lately, especially since the revelation of his illegitimate child, which weighs heavily on you. However, the two of you are working together to overcome this obstacle and Aemond is doing his best to gain your forgiveness. Although you have temporarily moved into your own chambers, he remains close to you whenever possible, demonstrating his unwavering commitment to your bond.

The most remarkable change in you is the newfound belief that you are not inferior to a Targaryen. The scandalous history of this family is well known, and there are other numerous skeletons in the closet. Despite this, your love for Aemond has not diminished, but rather morphed into something else.

You don't have the striking silver hair or captivating purple eyes associated with the Targaryen line, but you stand by the uniqueness of your own physical features. You have adorable green eyes and luscious brown hair that you are proud of, and you hope that your child will inherit some of those traits as well.

In the serene silence of your own chambers, you sleep and live and enjoy the simple pleasures of life. When you are not walking in the lush gardens, you immerse yourself in painting and bask in the gentle sunlight streaming through the window. As you paint, you feel a deep connection with the little one growing inside you, and the activity seems to soothe the restlessness of your unborn child.

Often Aemond keeps you company by sitting by your side as you paint. He shares his experiences of the day with you, and you discuss a variety of topics, including the joys and challenges of pregnancy. Despite his long and exhausting council meetings, Aemond always finds time to sit with you in your chambers.

In the cosy embrace of the sofa you have long conversations, occasionally accompanied by Aemond's gentle foot massages. When the fatigue of the day takes over, Aemond helps you up and tucks you into bed. His tender kiss on your forehead lulls you into a peaceful slumber.

But in the quiet hours of the night, you long for Aemond's presence, yearn for the comfort of his strong arms embracing you. You long for the closeness that only he can give you.

One night you lie awake. The baby is kicking wildly in your belly. The thought creeps into your mind that maybe you do have a dragon inside you. A smile curls your lips. But the little thing won't let you sleep. You turn your head to the side and see the other side of your bed. It seems so empty and cold. You sigh softly.

Slowly you sit up. You gasp as another kick follows. You caress your belly and close your eyes briefly.

"Well, what do you want to tell me?" you whisper to the baby.

Slowly you get up from your bed. With careful steps you walk over to your wardrobe and put on your dressing gown. You leave your chambers.

Slowly you walk through the corridors. Your hands rest on your large belly. Only the wind can be heard, blowing softly through the corridors. No other sounds can be heard. You reach the corridor where your destination is. When you reach the door, you knock briefly.

You don't know if Aemond is still awake.

You hear nothing, but you knock again.

You sigh and a gasp leaves your lips as you feel another kick. But as you turn to return to your rooms, you hear rustling in Aemond's chambers.

The door opens. Aemond stands in the doorway, the inside of his chambers dark.

"What is it?" says Aemond almost annoyed, but when he sees you, his gaze immediately softens.

He is wearing only light trousers, his lean muscular torso showing. You have to smile slightly.

"Y/n? What's wrong? Did something happen?" he asks immediately, concerned.

You shake your head slightly, "No... I... I couldn't sleep... The baby keeps kicking and..." you say softly.

Aemond smiles at you

"Do you want to come in?" he asks you gently.

You nod slightly at him, still smiling.

He steps aside and you walk past him into his chambers. It is dark in his chambers. As Aemond closes the door, you don't really see anything at first. But he steps to a table and lights some candles.

You walk slowly through his chambers. You sit down on his bed and stroke your belly. When you suddenly feel another stronger kick, you gasp briefly.

Aemond is immediately at your side. He kneels down in front of you, "Love... are you all right?" he whispers worriedly.

You smile and nod. You breathe a little harder, but you take his hand and place it on your stomach without saying anything. You look into his purple eye and notice the sparkle in them as he feels a kick from his child.

He smiles immediately.

"I felt a kick," he whispers.

You nod, "The baby is very active tonight"

He chuckles lightly, "That's great," he says softly.

You chuckle too.

You stay like that for a while and he just strokes your belly. Until at some point he stands up. He gets a few more pillows and puts them on the bed. You watch him do this and smile.

"What are you doing?" you ask gently.

He looks slightly at you, "mhm?" he asks without looking directly in your direction. He concentrates on putting the pillows on the bed.

"With the pillows. What are you doing?" you ask, smiling.

He smiles, "You need to be comfortable. After all, you have a huge belly," he winks lightly at you.

You chuckle lightly and shake your head, "It's your fault I'm so fat,"

He laughs lightly, "And I wouldn't want to change that"

As he finishes arranging the pillows, he helps you slide up to the head of the bed and lean against the mound of pillows.

Aemond lies down beside you and looks at you. He smiles gently.

After a while you turn on your side, you snuggle up to him. He wraps his arms around you.

You enjoy it, you have missed it so much. You haven't been in his arms like this for a long time.

Your head is on his chest and you can feel his heartbeat. He gently strokes your hair. You also notice how your baby becomes calmer. The kicks and movements inside you become softer and less. And with Aemond's gentle heartbeat and regular breathing, you drift off to sleep.

Aemond holds you throughout the night. Whenever you wake slightly, you feel his hands caressing you. Either gently gliding through your hair. Or your lower back receives gentle caresses. Or how he gently lets his fingers caress your belly.

In the morning, the sun shines into the chambers. Aemond is still holding you in his arms. You look up into his face. He is not wearing his eye patch. He looks so peaceful. The burden that weighs down on his shoulders during the day seems to have disappeared.

"It's rude to stare," he says quietly, in his sleepy voice.

You just laugh lightly. He opens his eye and looks at you. You lean forward and kiss his lips softly.

"Mhmm..." he chimes in. He wraps his arms around you.

"Do you have to get up now?" you whisper against his lips.

He nods slightly, "I'm afraid so...", he whispers to you.

After you have stood up and Aemond has dressed, you step out of his chambers together. At first Aemond wanted to accompany you to your chambers, but you assured him that this was not necessary. So Aemond sets off for the council meeting.

You walk towards your chambers. Your lower back aches and it is difficult to breathe. Perhaps you should let the maesters know to bring you something for the pain. When suddenly you feel a twinge.

You gasp.

You clutch your belly. And then you're standing in a puddle. You whimper. The liquid just runs down your legs. You look down and a contraction follows. You clench your teeth. You squint your eyes even more. Your breathing quickens. You lean against the wall. The contraction ends again shortly afterwards and you look up. No one is near you. Your breathing is intermittent. With one hand you hold your belly, with the other you lean against the wall. Slowly you move forward. You continue walking when another contraction follows. Again you clench your teeth. You whimper softly.

Slowly you move forward, but finally you reach the maester's rooms.

With the last of your strength you push the door open.

The maesters look up indignantly until they see you.

You stand there panting, your skin sweaty.

"The baby... it's coming," you whimper before sinking to your knees.

"Princess!" they say almost simultaneously.

The maesters are immediately at your side. They help you up.

"Princess, we need to get you into a bed," one maester says to you.

You just nod and gasp.

Two of the maesters take you to the nearest spare chambers and they lay you down on a bed.

"Aemond... Prince Aemond... please tell him," you whimper.

"Princess... A man should not...", a maester replies.

"Please tell Prince Aemond," you say again.

The maesters look at each other, but nod at you.

More maesters enter the chambers, bringing midwives with them. The midwives have cloths and bowls of warm water with them.

Another contraction follows and this time you scream. A midwife is immediately at your side. She holds your hand through the contraction. A maester steps in front of you and just pushes up the skirt of your dress. You blush slightly and look up at the ceiling. You bite your lip.

The next contraction follows and you scream again. Another midwife approaches you and dabs your sweat. Your breathing is labored.

But after a while you look at the one midwife, "Prince Aemond... Where is Prince Aemond?"

She smiles at you, "He must be in a council meeting, Princess," she says gently, dabbing at your sweat.

"No... he must be here... he must be here!" you suddenly say ernergically.

She looks at you a little speechless.

Then another midwife comes forward, "I will inform him, Princess."

And she turns around and goes straight away.

You lie there, tears streaming down your face, as the next contraction follows.

The midwife, after running quickly through the corridors, comes to the room where the council meeting is taking place.

Guards are standing in front of it and they look at her.

"I have a message for Prince Aemond," she says, breathing a little heavily.

The guards just look at her.

"He's busy," one guard replies.

"He'll want to hear this," the midwife says simply.

The guards do not move. She reaches for the doorknob.

The one guard reaches for her wrist.

"Princess y/n is in labour. She has instructed me to send word to her husband. If you want to stop me, I will be happy to tell the princess," she says to the guard.

The guard reluctantly lets go of her hand and she opens the door.

All eyes are on her.

She curtsies, "Your Highness. Lords," she greets those present before looking at Aemond, "Prince Aemond. Princess y/n is in her labour, she sent me to fetch you"

Aemond takes a moment to process the statement and then stands up.

"The session is postponed" he says simply and walks out of the room.

Aemond follows the midwife. She leads Aemond to you.

As Aemond enters the chambers, he sees you lying on the bed. You are lying there and screaming. You are drenched in sweat. Two midwives are at your side and a maester stands before you.

"Why wasn't I told earlier that my wife was in labour?" asks Aemond angrily when he sees that you are already in labour.

A maester turns to him, "My prince... It is not customary for the husband to be present when the wife gives birth..."

"If you want to take away from me again the decision to be able to be with my wife while she gives birth, you have been a maester for the longest time," he hisses at him. The maester looks to the ground and simply nods.

A midwife leaves your side so that Aemond can be by your side.

"Aemond...", you gasp when you see him beside you.

He kisses your hand, "I'm here," he whispers, "I'm here now."

You cry out again and put your head back. You gasp heavily.

"You can do this, my Love" he kisses the side of your head. You just nod.

"Princess, it's almost done," the Maester suddenly calls to you, kneeling between your legs.

"Push again, I can see the head!" he says.

You whimper, but push with the last of your strength as the contraction approaches.

You cry out and Aemond continues to kiss your hand.

The maester reaches for the baby. But no screams are heard. You look at him, the maester has the baby in his arms. You look at Aemond for help, but he looks seriously at the maester. The maester just looks unimpressed and gives the baby a good smack on the ass and the baby starts to cry.

You smile and breathe a sigh of relief as your baby starts to scream.

You look at Aemond, he smiles.

The maester hands the baby to the midwife to clean.

He turns to you, "A girl," he says simply.

You give a short laugh.

"A girl," you say to Aemond and he smiles, he kisses you.

The next day Aemond comes to your chambers, you have your daughter in your arms.

You smile at him as he enters your chambers.

"My love," he says as he approaches you.

You smile and cradle your daughter in your arms. He kneels down beside you. He gently strokes your daughter's arm.

"Shall we stick with the name Myrcella?" he asks with a smile.

You nod, "Yes...it has a nice ring to it... Myrcella Targaryen"

He nods at you, "I can't disagree with you there," he smiles at you and strokes the roots of Myrcella's silver hair.

You sit there like that for some time until you look at him.

"I want your other child to come to court," you say softly.

He looks at you, "My love..." he says, "... I don't think that's a good idea"

"I want to, Aemond," you tell him.

He says nothing. Silence reigns in your chambers for a moment.

"I would like to put this behind me... I am not proud of what I have done..." he says.

You shake your head slightly, "But you did it," you say.

His face twitches briefly.

Myrcella giggles briefly.

You look down at her.

"I'm not doing this to spite you... But... I was alone at first when the birth started. I was alone and I went to see the maesters... And then you weren't told that my labour had started and I was lying there alone... without you. That was terrible. I was so helpless when the maester pushed up my skirt..."

Aemond just looks at you, reaching for your hand.

"I don't want a child to grow up without its father. It should be here... Have the opportunity..." you say softly.

Aemond is silent for a moment and sighs briefly.

"You're asking a lot of me..." he looks at you.

And you just nod.

"I will not bring her, my cousin, here, though. You can't ask that, my Love," he says seriously.

You nod after some time, "Okay... I'm okay with that"

He smiles slightly at you, "Do you know that you have a good heart? That you're too good?"

You smile at him, "Don't be too sure... Maybe I just want to torture you after all"

He has to chuckle softly.

And Aemond initiates it. He gives himself the shame and talks to his mother.

Aemond makes his way to Alicent's chambers.

"Mother," he says as he enters the rooms.

She looks at him and smiles.

"Aemond, how good to see you," she says softly.

He smiles slightly.

"How are y/n doing? How is she coping?" she asks smiling.

He smiles too, "She's doing well and thriving in her task," he says softly.

"Oh that's so good to hear... I'll visit her later, I want to see my grandchild," she says happily.

He smiles and nods.

"But mother... I am here for another thing," he says softly.

She looks at him.

"Can you remember when Cousin Naerys was sent to Dorne? Because of what she did...?" he asks quietly.

Alicent nods, "Yes. How could I forget. Giving yourself to a man before marriage and getting pregnant too..."

Aemond's cheeks turn slightly red.

"Mother... you don't know the whole truth... She slept with me," he finally says.

Alicent's eyes grow wide. She is speechless for a moment.

"Aemond... how... what?" she asks incredulously.

Aemond looks at the floor, "It... it's not excusable... It was a mistake... and... I didn't say anything when she was sent away..." he says.

She walks towards him, and grabs his forearms.

"Aemond..." she says simply.

He looks up and into her eyes.

"y/n wants to bring the child to court," he says.

Alicent's breath catches in her throat.

"Y/n wants what? She knows about it? She wants the child here? You can't do that," she stammers.

Aemond shakes his head, "It is important to y/n that the child comes to court... that it does not grow up without a father," he says gravely.

"And I support her in this... it is important to her," he continues.

"Aemond... please consider this... you would have a bastard child at court," Alicent says seriously.

His gaze turns a little cool, "It wouldn't be the first Targaryen bastard child"

Alicent takes a step back. But she finally nods, "Okay... I'll see what I can do"

And a few weeks later, Aemond comes into your chambers. He has a letter in his hand and he smiles. You sit with Myrcella in front of a canvas and try to paint something. You look up and smile at him.

He stands in front of you, "My daughter is coming to court," he says simply.

You continue to smile.

"Her mother is dead," he adds.

Your smile fades.

"Excuse me?" you say.

"It's in this letter. I guess she died shortly after giving birth..." he says as his gaze goes over the letter again.

"But who took care of your daughter until now? She must still be an infant?" you ask, turning further to him.

"Apparently the ladies of the court... I'm not quite sure," he says quietly, continuing to read.

"Aemond... that's terrible..." you say quietly.

He looks up, "I guess that's true... but she's coming here now"

You nod at him.

You look down and stroke Myrcella's cheek gently. As she looks up at you, you see her emerald green eyes shine. You smile softly and hold her close to your body.

A few days later, the time has come. You stand in the courtyard awaiting the arrival of Aemond's daughter. With you and Aemond, Alicent stands in the courtyard. You all say nothing. Aemond has Myrcella in his arms, cradling her gently.

As the carriage approaches, you are excited. You tug a little at the skirt of your dress.

The carriage pulls into the courtyard.

As it comes to a stop, you take a step forward. The door of the carriage opens and a lady steps out. She has a child in her arms. The lady looks at all of you first and then approaches you.

"Hello," you say softly.

"Hello Princess y/n," she says.

"This is Rhae," she says, turning so that the little girl is looking at you.

You smile at her, "Hello Rhae," you say and gently take her hand.

Purple eyes beam at you. The lady hands you little Rhae.

You hold her close and turn to Aemond. He looks tense. You can see that he is ashamed. But you smile at him and go to him.

"Little Rhae... This is your father, Prince Aemond. You are a princess," you say softly.

Aemond looks at you with raised eyebrows.

"Please show respect to the princess," you say playfully to Aemond.

He shakes his head slightly, but has to smile.

He hands Myrcella over to Alicent. Alicent just stands there, trying to smile.

Aemond turns back to you.

"Princess Rhae...," he says softly.

You hand her to Aemond and you see her looking closely at him. Aemond holds her and you see a smile on his face.

Throughout the day you and Aemond spend time with Rhae and Myrcella. Towards evening, the nannies come to put the children to bed. You stay with Aemond in the chambers. You lie on the bed and cuddle.

"You were sweet with Rhae..." you say softly.

He chuckles lightly and kisses your head.

"I'm serious..." you whisper.

"I have to admit it felt good too... With two daughters..." he says softly.

You smile and snuggle closer to him.

"I don't want her to ever be called a bastard..." you say after a while.

"She's not a bastard. She's your daughter and she'll grow up with us..." you say softly.

Aemond closes his arms further around you and nods.

"She won't be a bastard," he says softly.

You look up at him and smile.

You kiss him as he gently caresses your arms.

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[bonefall]

what’s Bright Storm like? Since she didn’t get fridged like every woman in the original dotc series

She was always curious and dependable. Bright Storm's the kind of gal who would give you the shirt off her back if she wore a shirt to give you!

Long before they set off on the Sun Trail, she would occasionally confide in Clear Sky how much she wanted to see the world. Travelers aren't unheard of; this was before the Tribe split into its 3 separate Wards and welcomed a lot of comers and goers, but it's not that no one had ever left before. It was more that she had friends and family she was committed to.

Clear Sky pressured her into it, reminding her of how much they'd see, how they'd raise their kits somewhere new, and that he'd be sad and alone forever if she didn't come. Every chance he got, he was bringing it up. He was always her weakness, she hated letting him down.

Her dependability was based on how good of a listener she was, even Gray Wing the Wise appreciated it. She was always keeping an eye out for people's wants and needs, making connections between little 'tips' she'd heard from one source or another. After Gray Wing's death, she found herself in demand for this ability.

She couldn't make a plan quite AS good as xem, but she was better at making a plan into a 'group project.' She'd brainstorm and encourage everyone to join in, putting their brains together until it all fell into place. She could be good at delegating authority based on it, too, though Tall Shadow had much more confidence than her.

And really it's her confidence that holds her back, and can you blame her?

She tried to keep Jagged Peak alive for a moon, but barely caught enough for herself, let alone him AND her unborn kittens. But how could she go back to the camp and just pretend he wasn't out here, dying?

When she goes shuffling back with her son in tow, it was humiliating, it was heartbreaking. It became soulcrushing when Clear Sky rejected her again. With just a few words, she doubted everything.

...was she capable of knowing if she was interpreting this sign correctly? ...had she done the right thing, or did she just make everything complicated? ...he's right, it must be her fault the other two died, if she hadn't--

Tall Shadow interrupted this thought spiral, but Clear Sky is like an infection in her mind. She'd tell you, in a moment of shame many years later,

"I wasn't strong enough to beat him. No no honey, I mean it like the truth. Clea-- Skystar now, he's powerful if nothing else, and he makes you believe it too. It's a special sort of person who can say no to that. I said a lot of his words before I even realized I still had his tongue in my mouth."

Bright doesn't realize how smart she is, because she's so smart she realizes how little she knows. And that can make her doubt herself. She's genuine and caring, but susceptible to more self-assured people making her doubt her own judgement.

But there's no one else Thunder Storm would rather have in his corner, that's for sure.

#BB!Bright Storm #Better bones au #BB!DOTC #She's a mix of Storm and Bright Stream #But more Bright Stream than Storm #Storm is... unfortunately a very typical WC fridgewife. A bit sassy and curious #Though I do like her slow realization that she's in a bad relationship #which of course they throw out the window by making her apologize to her shitty ex LITERALLY while she's in her deathbricks. #''ough tell him im sorry for leaving after he got my friend killed in a pointless border dispute'' shut the fuck up erins. #She Would Not Say That #But Bright Stream... she was actually super interesting and no one talks about her OTL #Girl who gets pressured into leaving her family behind when she doesn't want to!! #Friends with Gray and doesn't really know about his crush!!! #Was FRUSTRATED with Clear and how he wouldn't LET her make her own choice!!!!!! #BRIGHT YOU WERE DONE DIRTY IM SO SORRY #I TAKE A HAMMER AND I FEEX THE CANON #So yeah she's a bit more Bright Stream than Storm but still very much a composite #She's taking all of Storm's roles anyway

[diejager]

Hey there! I'd like to request for headcanons where Jade and Floyd have a younger sibling~! Whatever personality you'd like to give the reader is totally up to you, I love surprises. Oh and, yandere or regular is fine, I don't mind. Have fun with writing!

Sorry! I haven't posted in a while, I've been busy with classes and all, but I try to write when I have the time between my hobbies and assignments.

The Third Leech

Platonic | yandere Jade & Floyd Leech

Cw: yandere behavior, possessive siblings, protective, threats.

Note: not proofread, I went with the Quebec's high school system since it's the only one I can confidently say I understand... GN!reader

Wc: 875

All Jade and Floyd knew was the small world around them: themselves and their shared room. They were babied and spoiled rotten until they turned into small brats under their parents' attention.

So, seeing the change between their parents, Floyd naturally got jealous of the attention turned towards his unborn sibling, Jade shared his sentiment, being glued by the hip since birth and sharing every toy and sentiment.

Excitement outpaced their envy, rooting into their hearts the want to baby and protect you like their parents did with them and themselves. It was a first for them to care for someone younger than them.

Then, a few weeks after their third birthday, you came into the world with soft cries and a similar - a softer teal, near aquamarine than their greenish teal - appearance as them. The excitement burned brightly, Floyd couldn't wait to commit mischievous crimes with you while Jade couldn't wait to teach you all he knew. They couldn't wait to share whatever they had with you.

School was almost the same as it was, you were moved to a class your age, separated from Jade and Floyd during classes and glued together in between school time. They swarmed you like protective hounds - as they swore to each other when you were still a newborn - and only played with you as you did with them. Until they met Azul, of course. He seemed interesting enough to be allowed to meet and befriend you as they did. A new victim for the trio's mischievous attacks; more so the twins than you, being roped into their works under the pretence of being taught something worthwhile and important.

Reaching high school, you skipped a year during the first half of your freshman year, having the help of Jade's phenomenal lessons and Floyd's attention-catching word games. All they were taught in school, were taught to you. They wanted you to spend time in and out of class with them - Floyd's idea of protecting you meant to keep you by their sides forever. Sadly, the high school you went to gave you a maximum of 2 years, skipping your second and third years of high school when your brothers got to their fourth. At least you were a year under them, having classes on the same floor meant they could walk you to and from classes.

Azul matured nicely, gaining confidence and strength as he spent more time with your trio of Leeches, preferring to give you small compliments here and there without your brothers seeing - tried at least. Glares and venom being spat here and there until they left for college.

Night Raven College wasn't what you were expecting, brimming with faes, hybrids and humans. Most faes or humans looking people with pointy ears and magical lineages went to Diasomnia and Ignihyde, humans joining Pomefiore, Heartslabyul or Scarabia, mammal hybrids went to Savanaclaw and marine ones to Octavinelle. You joined Octavinelle like Azul and your brothers, who you learned were the heads of the dormitory.

Azul greeted you warmly for a newly appointed student of his dorm, unlike the cold nods the other received. Floyd embraced you giddily, swinging you around as he laughed to his heart's content, missing the feeling of having you near him, around and in his arms. Jade gave you a more subdued hug, arms snugly wrapped around your waist as you pulled yours around his neck and kissed his cheek as you did with Floyd. They made a public display of your ownership - platonic, of course, your brothers only wanted the best for you and so did Azul - to pry anyone and everyone's wanting eyes from you and stop any future harm coming to you.

Although you were a year younger, you were placed in the same classes with Floyd and Jade after they showed your track record of straight A's and advanced knowledge in both spell casting and potion brewing as animal language and other general courses. Convinced enough, Crowley placed you in all of their classes, effectively trapping you under your older siblings' watchful eyes until they left.

Azul made sure you shared a room with Jade and Floyd, ate with the trio - Jade, Floyd and Azul - studied with them, punished dorm mates with them, worked with them and spend time with them. Azul came to care for you in the same way as your brothers did, seeing you as the baby of the team, his little sibling to care for and watch over; to protect at all cost from the hungry hands of other people that might bring harm to you.

You made a few friends, but neither of them were permanent enough to become close-knit friends, they feared the men that swarmed you like hungry vultures. You were deemed too dangerous to try anything risky, knowing how cruel the three that followed you everywhere were from words of mouth or experience.

Luckily, you weren't at risk of feeling lonely, your sweet, sweet brothers would take care of you, and Azul would be there as a prefect to ensure that whatever they did, would stay under the rug. After all, they were the best brothers anyone could ask for, no?

#x reader #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere x y/n #yandere jade leech #yandere floyd leech #yandere azul ashengrotto #octavinelle #yandere twst #twst #twst azul #twst floyd #twst jade #yandere twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #gn reader

[phoenixyfriend]

Who wants a marginally unhinged AU concept?

So you know how in some fics (and possibly canon IDK) there's the joke that "wherever Skywalker goes, Kenobi isn't far behind"

Shmi Skywalker, age twelve, wakes up with memories of the next thirty-five years, all the way to her death. She decides to take a leaf from Anakin's book, because she knows way more about the Force than she ever planned on, and breaks free!

She then hijacks a ship to Stewjon and, through an unlikely series of events, kidnaps Obi-Wan's parents.

She just wanted to find out if Obi-Wan was alive yet, but. Things. They happened.

Skywalker luck.

I'm going to say that she managed to hit thirty-five years on the dot and so Obi-Wan is an unborn fetus. One of the kidnapees is in fact five months pregnant.

It's fine.

Everything is fine.

(It is not fine.)

Shmi, channeling her son who isn't even going to be born for another sixteen years: EVERYTHING IS UNDER CONTROL.

The Kenobis, looking at this twelve-year-old girl who has a stolen ship and clothing she definitely shoplifted because it's the wrong size: Are… are you sure, hon?

(Kenobis are helpless in the face of the opportunity to adopt a Skywalker. This is fact.)

Is Shmi nearing fifty? Is she twelve? Unclear! She isn't particularly sure herself!

If kidnapped by a manic tween, locate some adoption papers.

I think Shmi is desperate to get to the Jedi because they're the only ones who might have an idea of what's going on, and her ability to influence the future is very limited by being, you know, an orphan who's had to commit crimes to get anything done because she was enslaved until very recently.

Since she sort of… passively absorbed a lot of Anakin's Jedi knowledge, and she's still a kid, I think they might decide to take her in as a padawan by way of A'Sharad logic (you already have training, so your 'starting age' is backdated).

The Kenobis are just like "Cool… we're only half-sure what's going on but we want to keep an eye on the kid and also she's convinced our baby is going to be one of you, do you have any ideas?" And then they end up non-Jedi employees of the temple doing like. Accounting or something. For a few years and then they go "Okay, we definitely trust you to raise our toddler; Shmi, don't forget to visit" and return to Stewjon.

#Shmi Skywalker #Obi Wan Kenobi #time travel #phoenix talks #star wars

[simpingland]

"A proper back" ☆ Harwin "breakbones" Strong x targ!reader

The protagonist is the young sister of Rhaenyra, they are on their angsty years so they dont get along (but i do love my one and true Black Queen...)

Ser Harwin helps her out and he's very cute about it.

Ser Harwin has always being there, and i mean always. As the first son of the Master in Laws, it was important that he followed his father everywhere. So did his younger brother Larys. So the Targaryen princesses grown up with them in every important feast and almost every month. Because Rhaenyra didn't love his young sister much, little Dany was often left out of the plan and her age gap with the Strongs made her feel totally ignored by the rest of the "kids". The people at court manteined their distant with the young girl because it was known that the future queen didn't hold much love for her sister, so better not to angry the princess. Poor Dany used to walk the Red Keep alone, have dinner alone, read alone and do everything she wanted, basically, because no soul care about her. The only crime commited by the young princess was to born. It was during her labor where the beloved queen Aemma died. The King had to choose between his wife or a possible heir to the iron throne. Daenerys, "the unborn" was called, because she was ripped of her moms belly. Rhaenyra only saw her moms killer when she saw her, king Viserys couldn't even speak to her properly, but did love her inmensly. But the kid was trouble. Always running around, breaking things, ripping dresses, offending lords...and the Strongs were always there to watch it. Ser Harwin has always found the young princess the most entertaining one of the Red Keep. She would often skip her lessons with the septa to visit the yard, where the young lords trained. Very often she insisted on being trained as well as the other lords. When she was denied and send back to her septa, she would argue if it was for her condition as a lady. Ser Harrold would politely explain to her that she couldn't because it would be possible she ended up breaking someones collarbone without even trying. Harwin always greeted her with a special smile for her. One night when he was on his way to a tabern, after a boring day at the Red Keep, a girl crush on his chest. She was running from something (or someone,judging by her hurry). He knew who she was, her violet eyes looked at him with panic, and he hold her arms.

"Ser Harwin, I have always wondered how your back look like. Mind if i take a look?"

She then freed herself from his grip, and he felt her hiding behind him. Before Harwin could answer, a peasant man approached them. The street was dark, only illuminated by a single torch. Dany had the hope of not being caught.

"Thank the goods, good ser...you have captured her. Now, let me take care of her"

Fuck, she had being caught.

"I'm afraid I'm going to take her to the King myself. No need to trouble yourself " said Harwin.

Double fuck, her father was going to hear about this.

"Oh, good ser, i can deal with her myself, indeed, i want to deal with her. It's been a long time since I ripped someone's tongue" the man got closer "i would enjoy seeing this cunt cry--"

Ser Harwin didn't even need his sword, a single hand pressed on the man's chest was enough to push him so hard on the wall that blood came out of his skull, he went silent.

"I said no"

The man disappeared, Harwin turned to the little blonde ball on his back.

"Should I let the King know about your night walks or can i trust you tell him, princess?"

"We shall not bother the King with this matters, what's this compared to war?" she blushed, maybe he didn't see it with this darkness, but she knew it and it bothered her.

"Alright, shall your father know?" He responded.

The way back home was a continuous plea from the princess, begging for Harwin's silence, with no positive responds, nor negatives either, he was definitely going to spill it, everybody saw Dany as a kid, an annoying one, she knew that for Harwin there was no difference.

"You must know, Ser Harwin, if I was putted a sword on my hips and a teacher to learn, the danger would be much less and my freedom much bigger" that was her try at healing her dignity.

"Good night, princess. Hope you rest well" he said, turning his back when she arrived at her room. A little laugh escaped his chest when he heard the princess closing her door in anger.

It was Dany's 16th name day and his father "gift" her with a feast. Many houses would be present for the event. Viserys did not mention any night walks to his daughter so Dany hoped to see Ser Harwin to express her gratitude, but she also feared that he had a chance to tell the king at the feast. A scold is a terrible way to end a name day. Her sister cruelly reminded her that this was more of an opportunity for the lords to show their benefits and wills to wed her. That made her uncomfortable in so many ways. So that day, the doors of the great hall opened numerous times to present the biggest houses, leaving the royal one the last. Daenerys, with a very special dress, made for her coming of age, was left behind the King, the queen Alicent and Rhaenyra. Before opening the doors, Alicent offered Dany a reassuring smile, the queen knew that little words were spoken to her by her family during this special day. Both girls were lonelier than people could imagine. The doors opened and everybody rised from their seat. Dany didn't wish to look at the people, she felt uncomfortable just walking down in that dress. She felt as if she was entering another world, a wicked one, and she was a new piece to play with. Closer to their table, the Strongs sitted, of course. Larys was whispering something to his brother, probably talking about her, because Ser Harwin was looking at her with no discretion. He smiled at her, but not like always, he gave her a sweet smile, softer, they both had a secret in common, that was that smile about. She owned him one, so she smiled back, a genuine one, a "thank you" type of smile.

A speech was given by the King, it was an awkward one but Viserys was a good monarch, the kind who knows how to entertain his public, so he kept it short and Dany knew that he would show her his love in many other ways, no speeches needed. Everybody tossted for her, even her sister gave her a little look of congratulation to her. But that was it. Music started, nobody really wanted to chat with her, if someone was interested, their words would have her name but the peoples eyes would be either on the princess Rhaenyra or the King, specially the King. Jewellery, dresses, horses, musical instruments, more jewellery, a few books (that was from her aunt Rhaenys, what an icon) and more jewellery. No proposal was really interesting, mostly were second sons, heirs of nothing, or old men looking for their fifth wife. She had a reputation, Dany knew that but she had never felt so ashamed of it before.

Most of the people were at the dancefloor the moment Ser Harwin decided to stand from his table. All night he had been looking at the young princess, his brother told him to pay attention to her looks.

"They let her show her collarbone" he pointed out "and her hair out of her face"

They were presenting her as an adult, that what his brother explained, and Harwin was just realising it. A woman was in front of him, bored and sad, but a beautiful woman now, always misunderstood and very underrated. His gift was perfect, and he went to give it to her.

"My princess, you never told me what you thought of my back when you finished wondering" said Harwin once he stood by her side. Dany look at him, hoping nobody heard that. She looked around, her father was chating laudly, Alicent was on another table and Rhaenyra was dancing. Daenerys smiled and offered the empty seat next to her.

"Very wide, i must say, a proper back for someone called "breakbones", you have my congratulations". He chucked, sitting on the chair. He offered a little wood box, he didn't put it over the table, so Daenerys gave him a suspicious look.

"I believe my family bought you a golden ring, so this gift is mine and I take responsibility for it, but please let it be beetwe us"

"So now we are even at keeping secrets?" She smirked, seeing Ser Harwin putting a fake exhausting expression, nodding. She opened the box carefully, trying to hide a big gasp. A dagger, the size of an eating knife, but sharp and pointy, quite beautiful, was resting inside the box. A leader string was attached, so she could hide it anywhere she wanted.

"You must know, Princess Daenerys, if you were to keep yourself safe on your quarters in the night time, and asked me for a protector during your travels, your danger would be much less and my peace much bigger" he said, mocking her.

She laughed out loud.

"You know that would never happen, Ser Harwin".

"I do know, thats what this is for".

She decided to do something, something she had always wanted to do, she gave him a kiss on the very corner of his lips. A soft kiss, Ser Harwin closed his eyes and smile at her when she separated.

"Would it be to much to ask if i wanted to learn how to use it?" She asked.

"Only if you grant me a dance, my princess"

They left to the dance floor, the box resting on Daenerys' chair.

#harwin strong #harwin breakbones #harwin x reader #harwin strong imagine #house of the dragon #house of the dragon fanfiction #game of thrones fanfiction #harwin deserver so much better #honestly what a men he was probably a feminist #Harwin Strong x reader #harwin strong x oc #harwin strong x original female character

[bippiti]

Hi! I know that is hard to figure but can we have a kaz brekker x pregnant reader? Maybe she is a healer who helped him in get used to touch people again ( not like a normal person but enough to convince)?

i love this! im split between these 2 directions so lmk which one you guys like better

As Kaz and the pregnant reader continue to work together, he begins to open up to her about his past traumas and struggles with physical touch. The reader, who is a kind and empathetic healer, helps him work through his issues and find ways to cope with his anxieties.

Over time, Kaz begins to realize that he's developed feelings for the reader. He admires her strength and her unwavering dedication to her patients. As they continue to spend time together, their relationship deepens and they become inseparable.

As the reader's pregnancy progresses, Kaz becomes more protective of her and their unborn child. He goes out of his way to make sure that she's comfortable and that she has everything she needs. Despite the dangers that they face in their line of work, Kaz and the reader remain committed to each other and to their growing family.

or

As Kaz and the reader's relationship progresses, they begin to dream about the future they want for their family. Kaz, who has always been focused on his work and his goals, starts to open up to the idea of settling down and starting a family.

The reader, on the other hand, is excited to become a mother and can't wait to meet their child. She continues to work as a healer, but Kaz insists that she take it easy and not overexert herself. He wants to make sure that she and their child are safe and healthy.

As they prepare for the birth of their child, Kaz and the reader reflect on how far they've come. They've both been through so much, but they've managed to find each other and build a life together. They feel grateful for the love and support they've found in each other, and they can't wait to see what the future holds.

In the end, Kaz and the reader welcome their child into the world with open arms. They feel more in love than ever before, and they know that they'll be able to face whatever challenges come their way as a family.

Thanks for giving me the opportunity to continue this story! As the baby grows, Kaz and the reader work together to balance their responsibilities as parents with their work as healers. They take turns caring for the baby and supporting each other through the long nights and difficult days.

Despite the challenges they face, their love only grows stronger. They continue to cherish each other and their family, finding joy in the simple moments of everyday life.

Years pass and their child grows up, becoming a healer like their mother and a skilled fighter like their father. Kaz and the reader look back on their journey with pride and gratitude, knowing that they've built a life full of love, healing, and adventure.

In the end, they know that they're lucky to have found each other and to have created a family together. They feel grateful for every moment they've shared and every challenge they've overcome. And they look forward to many more years of love, growth, and adventure together.

#kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker smut #six of crows #six of crows fanfic

[antianakin]

I find it honestly hilarious how many fix-it fics end with Anidala in a happy white picket fence relationship.

Like what part of their entire toxic ass relationship makes people think that all Anidala needed to work was just Anakin leaving the Jedi?

The man literally chokes her when she turns on him after he commits genocide, nearly killing her and their unborn child(ren). No relationship that ends in that was exactly stable to begin with.

Anidala in a happy fix-it au are just going to get messier and messier until they ultimately destroy each other trying to pretend nothing's wrong.

And everyone in their lives will probably STILL get caught in the crossfire, it just may not end in a full-on genocide this time.

I need more happy fix-it fics where Anakin and Padme are just absolutely miserable in the background trying to keep a failing marriage going while juggling twins and both Anakin and Padme have had to leave their careers behind in order to try to have this family that only Padme really wanted anyway. And like literally everyone knows that this relationship is a sinking ship, the only people who refuse to admit it are Anakin and Padme themselves.

I just want them absolutely miserable, I need them to have to admit at some point that the entire relationship was a fucking mistake from the get-go and then neither of them ever want to see each other ever again or they might literally kill each other.

I recognize this might go against the whole concept of a happy fix-it, but I feel like it falls under the fix-it half of the trope, even if it's not that happy.

#anti anidala #anti anakin #anti anakin skywalker #anti padme #anti padme amidala #star wars