#father/daughter

[capricorn-0mnikorn]

In defense of Shakespeare's Daughters

When students find out that:

Shakespeare has no living descendants (and that's why we don't have to ask "Which Shakespeare?" like we do with the Bach family),

That he did have a son, once, but that boy died when he was only ten years old, and

That son was named "Hamnet" (not a typo, BTW)

Those students who go on to become Shakespearean scholars can get a bit obsessed when it comes to themes of fathers, sons, and grief (particularly in that one play about a Prince of Denmark).

So I'd like to take this time to point out that Shakespeare was also the father to two daughters: his firstborn, Susanna, and Judith, Hamnet's twin sister.

And to help me make the point that the Father/Daughter relationship was important to him, and not just a consolation prize, here's a few of the plays that hinge on it (an incomplete list):

The Tempest: a father and daughter as the only humans on a tropical island.

Romeo and Juliet: The tragedy unfolds with exponential speed when Juliet's father decides that she must marry Tybolt immediately.

Much ado About Nothing: The comedy almost becomes a tragedy when Leonato rejects his daughter during the wedding ceremony.

The Winter's Tale: In the first half of the play, the jealous king rejects his infant daughter, wrongly thinking she is a bastard. In the second half of the play, we see the daughter as a teenager, and her relationship with her adoptive father, a shepherd; the play is resolved when she returns home, with her adoptive father, to her birth father.

Hamlet: Let's face it -- the whole play gets mired in schemes, secrets, and second guesses until Ophelia's response to her father's death unleashes a flood of action.

Merry Wives of Windsor: the "B Plot" is all about how the young adult daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Page successfully schemes to marry the young man she actually loves, instead of either of the arranged marriages her parents are hoping for.

#Shakespeare #father/daughter #plot points #The Tempest #Romeo and Juliet #Much Ado About Nothing #The Winter's Tale #Hamlet #Merry Wives of Windsor

[floofle-universe]

Just a father and his daughter in the wreckage of the world

They bring me so much joy

#simon and marcy #adventure time #that little forehead kiss kills me like there on that level #like that’s his kid he’s full on just a dad 😭😭😭 #I want a spin off series about jusy these two in the post apocalypse #he’s the dad ever #marceline #simon petrikov #adventure time marceline #Adventure time Marcy #marcy and Simon #father/daughter #Fionna and cake #adventure time fanart #my art #floofle art #doodle dump #art dump #doodles

[ash-whimsicalfanfic]

The reader is a Marines daughter she runs to work every day. Tony asks why she doesn't drive as she should be able to afford a car now. Embarrassed she tells them she has her permit but her father never had time to teach her to drive (a lie). He tells her tobuy a bike to her horror she Embarrasses herself more by letting it slip she doesn't know how to ride one that her father only taught her life saving things not stuff for "fun". Everyone just kind of moves on as she hides her embarrassment well from everyone but Gibbs who sees right through it. Later she asumes everyone left she mumbles to the picture of her father "hey dad do you think a bike or driving lessons are useless now"

You Ain't Alone

Word Count: 1k+

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to get this up! Hopefully this is okay! I went at a more father/daughter aspect between Gibbs and the reader! I loved this suggestion though!

Your alarm blares loudly, and you jolt awake before letting a heavy breath out. You reach over, silencing the loud alarm as you know you have to get up and get ready. As much as you craved to sleep in, you couldn’t because you had to get to work on time. You got home later last night due to the case you guys got. Gibbs seemed more irritated and was insistent on getting justice for these female petty officers who have fallen victim. 

You get up and quickly get dressed in black yoga pants and a cropped long sleeve white shirt that is almost like spandex. You put your hair up into a ponytail before stuffing your outfit for the rest of the day into the backpack you bring to and from work. 

You lock up your house before you begin your normal run to work. It was pretty therapeutic although you do wish you could just drive to work in the mornings. It meant you could leave your house later for work which would be nice. 

You reach the familiar Navy building and slow down until you're walking. You get in the building and curse quietly after realizing that you had gotten here about ten minutes later than normal. Gibbs holds the elevator for you, your entire team must have gotten here at the same time.

“Y/N, why don’t you just drive to work instead of run? Surely you have the money to afford a car now.” Tony asks and your cheeks flush red.

“I-erm, well I-I only have my permit. My dad never had time to teach me to drive.” You stutter out, your face growing even more hot in embarrassment. 

“Why doesn’t your dad have time to teach you to drive?” He asks, confused.

“Oh…my dad…he wa–he is a Marine. My entire life…he’s been mostly overseas. It’s been me and my aunt and even she wasn’t there a lot because she was a doctor.” You explain quietly.

You were mortified and you just wanted this elevator ride to end, but it seemed like it wasn’t ever going to end. 

“So, buy a bike.” Tony says.

“I don’t know how to ride a bike.” You say before you squeeze your eyes shut and sigh.

You heard the familiar headslap as Tony whines, asking Gibbs why he got smacked and you were the first off the elevator, rushing to the restrooms where you go to a stall and start to change. You let a puff of air out and shake your head as you pull the black dress pants up before buttoning the white blouse. You pull on your boots and tie them before walking out of the stall with your bag. You fix your ponytail before spritzing yourself in perfume. 

“God, you just had to embarrass yourself.” You grumble, grabbing your face and shaking your head. 

You were eager to start working, thankfully they all had disregarded the elevator which was nice. The day passed slowly and you were sitting at your desk even after everyone had gone home. The entire day the elevator conversation seemed to haunt you. 

You look at a picture of your father and you frown. He wasn’t around much in your life and when he was, you were to refer to him as “sir” and he would give you life saving lessons, never anything fun in life. You begged and begged for him to teach you to drive, but he said no. He thought that was a fun thing, not something you’d need later in life. 

Gibbs stood on the second level, watching you. He could tell that you were embarrassed all day. You tried to hide it from the rest of the team, but he could see right through you. He quietly makes his way behind the bullpen and you sigh. 

“Hey dad, do you think bike or driving lessons are useless now?” You mumble as you grab the picture of him. 

He frowns, watching you. He casually rounds into the bullpen, hearing your startled gasp. He goes to his desk and works on some files before abruptly looking up. 

“Y/L/N?” He asks. 

“Yes?” You ask softly. 

“How tired are you?” He asks. 

“Not tired at all actually.” You say confused. 

“Didn’t you say you have a permit?” He asks. 

“Erm, yes.” You murmur, your eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

“Alright, come on. I’m going to teach you to drive.” He says, grabbing his coat.

Your lips part in surprise and he sends you a grin, walking towards the elevator. You eagerly get up, following him to the elevator as excitement fills you.

You couldn’t believe it…you were officially a licensed driver. You had yourself a car and here you were, sitting in it in the NAVY yard parking lot. This was real. 

You knew you wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for Gibbs. He has taught you several things in the past few weeks like, driving, riding a bike, fishing, how to cook the best steaks, and how to build a boat. This man has been more of a father to you than your own. The bond you have with Gibbs has tripled these past few weeks. On top of that, you always feel a little emotional thinking back on these past few weeks. He didn’t have to help you, yet he did. 

“I saw your new ride.” Tony says as you step in the elevator and you blush.

“I’m officially a licensed driver.” You say excitedly.

“That’s good!” He says with a grin. 

You walk off the elevator together, heading towards the bullpen and Gibbs looks up at you.

“How’d the driver’s test go?” He asks.

“I passed…got my license and I might’ve finally got myself a car with what I saved up. Look!” You exclaim excitedly, showing him your license and he grins.

“Good job, Y/N/N.” He praises and you smile softly.

“I couldn’t have done it without you, Gibbs. Thank you so much.” You say.

“Y/N/N, you ain’t alone. We are a family. Don’t ever be afraid to ask for something. My door is always open.” He says, softly smiling at you.

“Literally.” Tony laughs and both of you roll your eyes before you hear a headslap.

You turn back and see Ziva laughing as Tony glares at her. You look back at Gibbs, not before seeing Tim hunched over laughing as Tony tried to make a defense against Ziva. Gibbs had a big grin on his face and you smile, this was your family.

#gibbs #gibbs imagine #gibbs x reader #jethro gibbs #jethro gibbs imagine #jethro gibbs x reader #leroy jethro gibbs #ncis fandom #ncis gibbs #ncis imagine #father/daughter #leroy jethro gibbs x reader #ncis team #ncis fanfiction #ncis tony #ncis #ncis x reader #request

[theobjectofyourire]

Being Daemon's Daughter Would Include (Part I)

a/n: I just can't get the idea out of my head that Daemon is an incredibly sweet & loving father & honestly really needed to write this for comfort. when I started I thought it would be a little oneshot/imagine, but I ended up having a lot more to say than I anticipated so this is going to be multiple parts! if you, like me, are in need of wholesome soft! daemon who would do anything for you & be an amazing father, I hope this helps 💕

Edit: Here's Part II! & Part III!

summary: a recounting of the day you were born & daemon's first moments with you

cw: difficult birth (but it all ends happily!), fem reader, mostly comfort & fluff

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The Day You Were Born

-The day you were born was one of the happiest days of Daemon Targaryen's life.

-He didn't know quite what to expect of fatherhood and in truth, there was more than a small part of him that dreaded the idea, even feared it. He didn't think himself terribly well-suited to a life of domesticity, seemingly so tedious and dull. Of course, everything changed the moment he saw you.

-It was a difficult birth, but not once did he leave your mother's side. His hands would be covered in bruises for days to come from the way she squeezed, but every single patch of blue and purple was worth it.

-You weren't ready to leave your mother's womb just yet, and after much struggle, one of the Maesters pulled your father aside and told him another method may be required to successfully deliver you. But when informed of the sacrifice it would require, Daemon gave the old man such a glower that the midwives thought the Prince would slay him where he stood.

-Daemon composed himself and simply said that both you and your mother would be happy and healthy by the end of the day. The threat was clear as the summer skies and from that moment forward, though one hand continued to be squeezed by your mother's, the other rested firmly on the hilt of Dark Sister. Daemon would do anything to protect his family.

-He was never a man of the Faith, but in those trying hours he prayed to the Old Gods and the New. He prayed to the Many Faced God and the Lord of Light. He prayed to anything and everything that might be listening, that might possibly hold some power. He didn't think he deserved to be spared pain or loss, but he knew for a fact that you and your mother deserved all the goodness this life had to offer.

-When your mother began to lose hope and panic started to set in, he wiped her brow and kissed her forehead, whispering, "This world is not yet done with you, my darling."

-He likes to think you heard his voice, for despite the hours spent by the Maesters and midwives doing everything they could, it was only after he spoke those words that you decided you were ready to join the world.

-Of course, he let your mother hold you first, and though she desperately wanted to spend the rest of the day with you in her arms, she needed her rest. After a few minutes and many more assurances that you were healthy as could be, you were passed to a midwife and then, for the first time, to your father.

-You had come into this world screaming and crying, and even in your mother's arms, you wouldn't quite settle. But the moment you found yourself in Daemon's embrace, the whole world turned soft and warm. Everything was kind and good. Everything was love.

-And he was in love from the moment he held you in his arms, the moment you looked in his eyes. He saw so much of your mother in those eyes, but what surprised him was how much he saw of himself. You were the most gentle mirror, only reflecting the good. You were half of him, but you had his whole heart.

-He pressed his lips softly against the center of your forehead. "Tala," he murmured, tears in his eyes. Daughter.

-As soon as he uttered the word, he knew you would be one of the few people in his life to speak High Valyrian. He would teach you the language of your ancestors and delight in every word you spoke. No victory would be small. Everything would be celebrated.

-He imagined who you might be and what he might pass onto you. He wondered if you'd be a dragonrider. He hoped you would like Caraxes (he knew Caraxes would love you). He secretly dreamt of teaching you how to fight and, when you were old enough, letting you hold Dark Sister. Maybe even wield her. He was incredibly possessive over his Valyrian steel sword, and rightfully so. Very few were worthy of her. But he knew that even fewer would be worthy of you, and at the thought of you wielding her, his heart swelled with pride.

-But he knew he would love you just as much if you preferred the graces and arts to battles. Perhaps you would have a voice to enchant the realm, or a sharp wit to rival any Maester.

-Anyone else might have worried. So many parents expected their child to be the best they could possibly be, but that wasn't Daemon. He loved you as you were. No matter who you would become, no matter your accomplishments, you would always be his world. You would always have his heart. He would always be proud to be your Kepa.

-He smiled as you wrapped your hand around his finger, cooing as you looked up in awe. Daemon Targaryen was many things. He was the unruly, chaotic brother of the King. He was the second son, former heir to the Iron Throne. He was the Prince of the City, Lord Flea Bottom, King of the Narrow Sea, and, first and foremost, the Rogue Prince. But he never expected that his favourite title would be born of love instead of war. He never expected a title so gentle, so beautiful.

-He never expected it, but he was so grateful to be your father.

-Your Kepa.

#daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen imagine #house of the dragon #hotd #hotd fic #hotd imagine #house of the dragon imagine #daemon x reader #x reader fluff #daemon targaryen x reader #x reader #father/daughter #daemon fic #daemon x you #imagine daemon targaryen #imagine daemon #daemon fanfiction #headcanon #daemon targaryen headcanon #hotd headcanon

[machonnes]

Interview with the Vampire (2022-) 1.07 "The Thing Lay Still" 

#iwtvedit #iwtv #iwtv amc #interview with the vampire #vcsource #louis de pointe du lac #claudia #father/daughter #brother/sister #* #*mine #s2 is going to destroy me i know it

[shsy7573]

WARNING! HAZBIN FINALE SPOILERS! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

SERIOUSLY, LOOK AWAY!

I KNOW YOU CAN SMELL LUCI AND I KNOW HE’S ADORABLE, BUT YOU MUSTN’T CLICK ON!

I just… I have to talk about how much I LOVE how much Luci loves Charlie. In his 2 whole appearances he went from being a dead beat who everyone was sure we were gonna hate to…

Well…

Like.

Honestly, he loves her so much! The way he holds her is just so ADORABLE to me!

She is his pride, he absolutely adores and cherishes her and it melts my heart. Look at the way he wraps his arms around her in the last picture! It’s just so gosh dang adorable! So fitting how he was the one to begin raising her spirits. She gets it all from him I stg. He really is just the sweetest Duck Lord, Short King.

I stg if it like fr turns out Lilith’s an absolute bitch and they’re not just psyching us out with that finale I’m gonna throw hands. The poor guy is STILL WEARING HIS WEDDING RING! HE LOVES HIS FAMILY SO MUCH! It’s ok Luci, I’ll take you instead

#hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel #lucifer #lucifer magne #screencaps #morningstars #father #father/daughter #he’s just the sweetest #just a little guy #best dad

[theweepingdogs]

the relationship between jude and madoc is so layered and complex. she hates him for murdering her parents but is conflicted by these feelings because he he raised jude and her siblings with "love" and never used his power against them.

jude hates who her father is but in the same breath, they are the same. jude is exactly the image that madoc created. "i am what you made me." she hates that he is the only other being that can truly understands her actions, her thirst and hunger for power.

#the cruel prince #tcp #the wicked king #the queen of nothing #tqon #jude duarte #hey jude :) #jude x cardan #madoc #father/daughter #daddy issues #bookblr #books #holly black

[negans-lucille-tblr]

Daddy's Favourite | John x Daughter!Reader | Oneshot

Summary: Y/N plays the role of John’s favourite child well. 

Rating: 18+ (Smut)

Pairing: John x Daughter!Reader (Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader)

Tags: Daddy kink, innocence kink, virgin, role play, daddy/daughter incest, incest kink,  oral sex (male rec), p in v, praise kink, validation

WC: ± 1.6K

A/Ns: Commissioned by the lovely Tina. Hope you love this <3

JDM & Characters Masterlist

“Daddy? I can’t sleep again.” 

He sighs as he feels the covers being drawn back, and a warm body slides in alongside him, pressing up against him tightly. As his brain wakes up and comes around, he suddenly realises what’s happening, and a tiny smirk plays across his lips before he tames it and clears his throat, keeping his eyes closed. 

“Why, princess?” he asks in his sleep-thick tone. 

 “I keep thinking about Sammy,” she whines, burying her face into his bare chest. 

He hums and wraps his arm around her, stroking her back softly, feeling her in nothing but a flannel shirt, and hums softly under his breath. 

“Missing your twin brother, hm?” he prompts. He can feel her nod against him, but she doesn’t reply verbally. “It’s okay, baby girl, Daddy’s here,” he reassures her, his hand stroking her back, lower and lower until he’s touching bare skin, just under the curve of her ass. He moans softly under his breath, and then inhales deeply, bringing his hand back up a little higher. “I’ve got you,” he whispers.

He feels her roll onto her back beside him, her one leg pushing through his two, and she whines needily under her breath. 

“Make me feel better, Daddy?” she begs softly. 

With his eyes remaining closed, he reaches over, his hand stroking over her stomach through her shirt, realising she’s barely done any buttons up, and it doesn’t take much work for him to be touching bare skin instead. It’s as warm and soft as always, and her chest rises and falls quicker and quicker the more he touches her, leaving goosebumps in his wake, and Y/N moans softly, arching her back up into his touch. 

“Please, Daddy,” she whimpers, bringing her hand to his and encouraging it towards her breast. 

He groans as he gropes her, and her nipple hardens under his touch, which makes her gasp, and he feels her spread her legs wider. He gives her nipple a quick tweak, his eyes finally fluttering open to see her breasts poking out through the plaid, her nipples hard, the moonlight from the slight crack in the curtain casting a beam of light over her soft skin. 

“Fuck, baby girl, look at you, so perfect,” he hums appreciatively, letting his hand wander further down her body once again, pleasantly surprised to find that she’s not wearing any panties. 

Her pussy is freshly shaved and smooth, dripping with arousal, clearly turned on thinking about what her Daddy is about to do to her. The thought only makes his cock harder, and he groans in approval as he flicks a finger through her slick. 

“That’s a wet little pussy, sweetheart,” he rasps. “Were you thinking about Daddy?” 

“Yes,” she hesitantly admits. The confirmation only makes him harder in his boxers. 

“Fuck, baby girl. Were you thinking about me touching you like this?” 

“Yes,” she agrees, a little less ashamed this time. 

“Do you like me taking care of you like this, princess?” he asks, smirking, teasing her clit with the lightest of touches. 

“Mhm,” she whines, squirming under his touch. “Please, Daddy,” she begs. “Make me feel good.” 

He laughs as he lowers his fingertips to her entrance, and teases one around the opening, dipping it inside slowly, feeling how hot and wet she is around his digit, knowing she’ll feel even better when it’s his cock instead. 

“Such a sweet little pussy, baby girl. Do you let anyone else touch you like this?” he murmurs. Instantly, she shakes her head ‘no’. “Dean?” he checks, again she shakes her head, “Sam?”

“No, Daddy, only you.” 

The confirmation makes it nearly impossible to hold back, and he reaches up to take her hand, guiding it inside his boxers and encouraging her to wrap her hand around his cock. 

“Feel that, baby? Feel what you do to your Daddy?” Y/N whimpers pathetically, and his cock throbs in her hand. “Why don’t I show you how to use that mouth, hm?” he prompts. “We haven’t tried that yet.”  

She nods eagerly, licking her lips wet and sitting up. She instantly starts tugging his boxers down as he rolls onto his back, and she eagerly takes him in her hand once again and bites her bottom lip, looking up at him through her lashes. He reaches down, wrapping his fingers around the base of his cock before guiding it towards her mouth. She opens it hesitantly at first, keeping her eyes on his as she closes again around his tip, and begins to suck softly. He chokes on a moan, throwing his head back into the pillow, and this seems to encourage her to take him deeper, starting to gag softly on his length, but she doesn’t stop. Her tongue begins to swirl, and his head starts to spin, until she abruptly stops, and he looks down his body at her. 

“Like that?” she checks, blinking up at him. 

“Just like that, baby, you’re a natural,” he encourages, reaching up to push her hair out of her face. 

This seems to encourage her to continue, once again leaning down to start sucking his cock, swirling her tongue around him, flicking the underside of his head with the tip, making him moan louder, fisting the sheets beneath him. 

“C’mere, baby girl,” he encourages out of breath, beckoning her up his body with his fingers. She leaves his cock spit sodden on his stomach and crawls further up the bed, kneeling beside him. “Straddle my waist,” he commands softly, taking her hand. 

He helps her get her leg the other side of him, and looks up at her, the plaid shirt hanging open from her shoulders, giving him a full view of her perfect naked body underneath, and his cock twitches at the sight, and he can hardly believe he’s lucky enough to fuck someone this gorgeous. 

“Think you can take Daddy’s cock inside you, sweetheart?” he prompts, wrapping his fingers around the base and teasing her weeping hole with the tip of his cock, moaning at the warmth of it, just thinking about how good it’s going to feel. 

“Will it hurt?” she asks, her eyes wide and innocent. 

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he mutters under his breath, trying his hardest to stave off his climax already. She knows just the right things to get him right to the edge. 

“Only a little,” he admits, “Daddy’s got you, baby, will make you feel really good, I promise,” he hums. 

“Like when you touch me with your fingers?” she blinks. 

“Fuck,” he chuckles breathlessly. “Yeah, like that baby, but better,” he nods. 

“Okay, Daddy.” 

He presses his cock at her entrance, then places his hands on her hips, guiding her down slowly onto his length. His eyes roll at the feeling of her cunt sucking him in, squeezing him so beautifully.

“Fuck, baby girl, you feel so good, look at you,” he hums, rubbing his hand over her stomach, feeling the bulge of his cock at the base. “Such a good girl f’me,” he purrs. She moans at the praise, her eyes fluttering closed, her hands resting gently on his chest. “Good girl,” he repeats, watching the pleasure wash over her face. 

He slowly begins to lift and drop his ass, fucking up into her slowly, watching her start to moan and writhe above him, her chest heaving with her heavy breathing. She throws her head back, and he sits up to kiss at her breasts and her neck, and then his lips capture hers and she whines needily into his mouth, her fingers tangling into his hair. 

“Fuck, Daddy, feels so good,” she pants, rolling her hips down, and he groans loudly, hardly able to keep this ruse up for much longer. 

“C’mon baby girl, cum on Daddy’s cock, c’mon,” he encourages, watching her grow more and more desperate as she chases her high. “C’mon, sweetheart.”    

“Oh fuck, Jeff,” she gasps loudly, breaking character, tugging his hair harder as he feels her come undone on his cock, that same perfect feeling he always has whenever she cums for him. 

“Good girl,” he hums, and she slowly drops her head, kissing him sloppily, completely out of breath. 

Jeff chuckles at her sated disposition and wraps his arms around her. “You done, baby girl?” he asks. 

“No,” she insists, shaking her head, starting to lift and drop her hips again, but Jeff can tell she’s getting a little tired now, so he holds her close and rolls them over, laying her down. “Fuck me, Daddy,” she begs, out of breath. 

“Oh, we’re still doing that, are we?” he smirks, “because you’re acting too slutty to pass as a virgin now,” he adds, making her laugh breathlessly. 

“No, I’m still your good girl, Daddy,” she tells him, batting her eyelashes, back in her role like she never left it. 

Jeff hums, feeling his cock throb inside her, he does love that game they play. 

“Well in that case, you don’t mind if Daddy cums in your pretty little pussy, do you, sweetheart?” he asks, making her moan, arching her back off of the bed. 

“No Daddy, wanna be your good girl,” she insists. 

“Oh you are, princess. Daddy’s favourite.”

Pssst, you could've read this 4 weeks ago! Find out more here!

#daddy's favourite #jeffrey dean morgan #john x daughter!reader #jeff x reader #smut #roleplay #father/daughter #tw: incest #oneshot #negans-lucille-tblr #supernatural #spn fanfic

[kingpins-and-revolutions]

I will fistfight God himself to defend their (father/daughter) relationship

That is the face of grief and loss. I will never get over how he truly thought he lost her right then.

He just looks so... lost. I don't think we've seen this level of open vulnerability since she tackled him in Ep3

The rage hasn't even set in yet, nor the determination when he picks her up. The 'you hurt her, so I'm going to be the one to help her' of it all. That isn't even there yet.

It's just... pain. Pure, parental anguish. His own threat turned around to bite him.

Could you imagine? Being separated from your daughter?

Don't touch me I'm not okay. I'll never be okay about them.

I miss them both so much.

#crime family #chaos daughter #crime dad #jinx #jinx arcane #silco #silco arcane #jinx & silco #father/daughter #if you tag this otherwise I'll hunt you down and gut you

[annakarenina]

AFTERSUN 2022, dir. Charlotte Wells

#:( #this + him apologizing to her in the mud bath..... god........ #aftersun #* #no gifs from me today im tired #father/daughter #daddy issues #HSFGJDJSGHJD #filmedit #movieedit #a24

[jiangyanlissidepiece]

I desperately need more OG Ning YingYing & Shen Jiu centric fics

The father/daughter angst potential is unparalleled

#svsss au #svsss fanfiction #svsss #scum villain #scum villian self saving system #parent shen jiu #shen jiu deserved better #shen jiu #ning yingying #Shen jiu & ning yingying #ning yingying & shen jiu #found family #father/daughter #angst #the angst potential #also morally grey time-traveling Ning YingYing??? #yes??? #even better if she unintentionally rizzes up a few of her past/future sister-wives #& isn’t even aware 😭 #top tier brainchild guys #liu mingyan #sha hualing #liujiu #or #scumplane #either one tbh

[v4mpgutz]

ETHAN LANDRY WITH DAUGHTER! READER. sorry hes such a girl dad if he ever got the chance to be a father. he'd be hella protective too once she grows older, worried abt boys when she ends up not being into guys :skull:

Delicate, Ethan Landry [ DRABBLES ]

— stop because you're so right hes such a girl dad

dad ethan landry x daughter reader! (PLATONIC.)

warnings ! — none.

ethan is so so gentle with you when you're first born. he's emotional and a nervous wreck but he looks down at you with such love, so happy to see his little girl for the first time <\3

-> "hey, sweetheart," he whispers to you softly as he's holding you for the first time. his eyes are teary and he's just so emotional because wow, you're his child. your mum laughs, "ethan — why are you crying?"

he quickly denies it, "i'm not!" he's rushing to wipe his tears away with one hand, the other holding you securely in his arms.

you're seven and riding your bike for the first time that ethan got you for your birthday. he's so smiley and giddy because you were so happy when you unwrapped the box, a contagious smile instantly lighting up your face.

-> he watches you as you peddle around on your little bike, training wheels attached so you can get used to it. he's watching in concern as you began to speed up quite a bit and calls out to you, "careful, baby!"

when you fall off your bike he's rushing over to you, making sure you're okay. you're crying and there's a few scrapes here and there but overall, you're okay.

he sighs in relief but hugs you and kisses your cheek. "you're okay, bug," he soothes as he gently wipes your tears.

"let's go inside and daddy'll put some band-aids on your ouchies, huh?" he smiles when you sniffle and hold his hand, following him inside.

when you first bring a guy friend over, you're sixteen. ethan is extremely attentive to this fact and makes constant excuses to go up to your room.

-> "hey bug, i made snacks," he says with a tight smile as his eyes (not-so) subtly scan the room.

"dad!" you groan but thank him. "thanks but we're trying to study, love you."

he glances at the boy suspiciously before walking out and back down to the living room where your mum is watching tv. she chuckles when ethan sits down with an irritated look on his face.

"hon, she's fine. just leave them be," she tells him as she gently pats his leg.

ethan grumbles something under his breath and your mum snorts in amusement but leaves it alone.

when you close the front door after saying goodbye to your friend, you turn around to see your dad and smile at him. "hey dad."

he looks at you suspiciously and says, "is that your boyfriend?"

he's taken aback when you fake gag and pretend to vomit, "ew! no, what the fu— heck!" your eyes are wide, a disgusted expression on your face and he can't seem to understand.

"dad," you sigh, "i don't like him. he's not.. my type."

ethan cocks a brow, confused by your words and goes to question them before you continue.

"i like girls, dad," you whisper.

he snorts and pulls you into a hug, kissing your head gently. "sorry for assuming, bug. thank you for telling me, i love you."

this made me giggle omg ethan is so... ethan.

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[thatstonedwriter]

⋆｡˚ 「 Family History 」 ⋆｡˚

◉ Sinopsis; Blitz tells Loona about the Circus Fire...

◉ A/n- this scene takes place following the events of the party in the Queen Bee episode. Tbh I'm not quite sure how much Loona canonically knows about Blitzø's past, so this is written under the assumption he hasn't said anything to her at all. This is also my first attempt at a longer fic (other than the song drabbles), so hopefully all goes well.

◉ Warnings; mentions of injuries (severe burns), trauma, vomit, swearing

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It's not often Blitzø is genuinely vulnerable. It doesn't come easily to him, knowing that talking about his mistakes could mean his worst fears coming to fruition- that everyone he loves will see him the way he sees himself.

After taking care of Blitzø, Loona goes to her room, closing the door and sitting on her bed.

What did he mean about "dying alone"? Sure, Loona has been around Blitzø enough to know he has something going on, but it's not like either of them has sat down to have in-depth emotional discussions. Now, Loona thinks maybe they should.

Loona's snapped out of her thoughts when she hears Blitzø in the living room.

"Fuuuuck.. I did need to throw up."

She chuckles lightly, debating on going out there to clean up and make sure Blitzø was alright- but then she hears him snoring and decides whatever mess is out there can be cleaned in the morning.

Of course, Loona comes to regret that sentiment. Cleaning dried puke off the floor first thing after waking up isn't how she wants to be spending her time. On the couch, Blitzø groans in his sleep, rolling over, only to fall off the couch and land on the floor.

"You're so lucky I'm almost done cleaning or you would've landed in your own puke," Loona snickers.

"Ugh.. Fuck. Thanks, Looney.." Blitzø groans, bringing a hand to his head and wincing. "Shiiit.." Blitzø stumbles as he stands up, falling back onto the couch and sighing as he gets comfortable again.

"There's pain meds and some water on the side table for you.." Loona says as she finishes cleaning up. "You should take it easy today. You went pretty crazy last night." As Blitzø reaches for the pill bottle and water, Loona sits on the opposite end of the couch, casting a concerned glance at him.

"You uh.. Wanna talk about why you drank like five gallons of Beelzejuice?"

The question is more loaded than she realizes, and it hangs between them like a dense fog. That fog had always been there, but only now is Loona realizing how much it obstructed her view of Blitzø. She knew he crossed himself out of pictures, joked about his relationships and therapy, and had.. unusual coping mechanisms- but she never considered why. Loona had no reference for how fucked up either of them were, because they'd both been through so much.

"Dad...?" That tentative question is enough to get Blitzø's attention. His neck practically snaps with how fast he turns his head, but upon seeing the worry on Loona's face, the excitement of being called "dad" wore off, and a new, hauntingly familiar feeling began to creep into his chest.

"I'm sorry, Looney," Blitzø's voice wavers. "It was just.. a rough night."

"You'd said that.. but I'm worried about you. I should know what's going on so I can help you. Loona's eyes dart towards the photos on the wall, and she sighs. "Please?"

Blitzø breathes in deeply and turns to face her. "I.. went to Ozzie's. With Stolas.. and I ran into a couple people I used to know..."

There were so many questions Loona wanted to ask- when had he invited Stolas on a date? And why? Who does Blitzø know that would even be working at Ozzie's? As curious as she is, she doesn't want to get side-tracked.

"Who was it?"

Another loaded question. For a moment, Blitzø doesn't answer. It was bad enough seeing Verosika when she'd been working at their building over spring break. How was he supposed to tell Loona that a pop star he dated- along with his former best friend who he never told Loona about- verbally harassed him in song at a nightclub? A nightclub he was at with his... Stolas- all because he wanted to stalk Moxxie and Millie.

"It was- um- ugh, fuck it. I ran into Verosika and my old friend, Fizz. It wasn't- I didn't know they'd be there."

As interested as Loona would be in hearing about what happened with Verosika, she'd never heard Blitzø mention any past friends before.

"Fizz?"

"Yeah, Fizzarolli. I was in the circus with him for a long time, but.." Blitzø's vision gets blurry as tears well in his eyes. He's quick to wipe them away, clearing his throat, "But that was a long time ago and that asshole doesn't know anything about me anymore!" Deep down, Blitzø knows it isn't true. Even after fifteen years of not speaking, Fizz probably knows Blitzø better than the I.M.P squad.

Loona racks her brain for any memory of Blitzø bringing up this "Fizzarolli" but nothing. But if he's on par with Verosika in Blitzø's mind, he must be pretty important. There are still so many questions jumbled up in her head- and before Loona can think about it, she turns to Blitzø and asks,

"What.. happened.. between the two of you? Why haven't you brought him up before?"

Of all the questions Blitzø dreaded, those were the top two. He tenses, and this time, the tears form and fall faster than he can wipe them away. His chest begins to heave as his eyes dart around the room. "It- It was all my fault.. He has every right to hate me for what happened. But still, for him to fucking take those shots at-"

Blitzø slows down when he feels Loona's hand on his back. "Woah slow down.. what happened?"

Blitzø sighs, scooting further away. It's probably time Loona knew the truth...

"Fifteen years ago, when I was still in the circus, I- I was trying to give Fizz a letter. Fuck," he groans, "It was an accident! I didn't do anything, I just-" Loona stops him. "Hey, you're getting ahead of yourself. It's okay."

Blitzø nods, still not able to meet her gaze. "It all happened so fast. I didn't give Fizz the letter- I shoved past this guy- I didn't see he had candles.." Blitzø decides to leave out the facts that 1, the letter to Fizz was a confession, and 2, it was Fizz's birthday when Blitzø caused the fire.

"The next thing I know.. the tents are up in flames. I went to go back for Fizz, but then," his hand comes up to the scar covering the side of his face, "I tried- I tried to get help but my family's tent was on fire. I had to find-" Blitzø chokes back a sob and wipes his face again. Loona gets up, grabbing some napkins from the kitchen and handing them to Blitz before joining him on the couch.

"I started the fire that burned down the circus. Fizz.. his injuries were so, so bad. I wanted to visit him in the hospital but he didn't want to see me.. and I guess I can't blame him. I wouldn't want to see me either.."

He sniffles, staring down at the floor. He may have adopted Loona, but she's an adult- and could walk out at any time. After this? Why wouldn't she? A moment passes before she speaks up.

"But it was an accident."

"What?"

"You didn't start that fire trying to hurt anyone. It was an accident- a big one- but still."

"I know, but-"

"Listen," Loona said sternly, just to get Blitzø's attention. Once she does, Loona softens her tone, "what happened sucks, and I don't even think you told me everything." She shoots him a knowing glance, to which Blitzø shrugs. "Either way, that doesn't define you. You.. you're good.. and you matter to a lot of people.. so don't act like you're some irredeemable monster! You made a mistake.

Blitzø doesn't say anything. He's not sure if what he heard was real or a projection of what he wanted to hear. But then Loona brings him in for a tentative hug, and he knows for sure; he's not alone. He's not going to be left. Loona doesn't hate him the way he hates himself.

Blitzø's arms tighten around her as he begins to cry.

"Thank you, Looney.. I love you so much.."

He can't see it, but Loona smiles, resting her head on his shoulder.

"I love you too, Dad."

#helluva boss #loona helluva boss #blitz helluva boss #helluva boss fic #loona hellhound #blitzø #loona #helluva loona #father/daughter #helluva fizzarolli #helluva boss spoilers #writings.onthe.wall

[theobjectofyourire]

Being Daemon's Daughter Would Include (Part III)

a/n: hi hi hi! once again, I'm so in my feels and absolutely blown away by all the love on this series! I definitely plan to continue this well into the reader's adulthood, I'm just enjoying the baby/pregnancy stuff so much! I got a little carried away again, so you get lots of daemon/wife goodness in this one, too! lmk if you wanna be added to the taglist for future parts!

Part I / Part II

summary: Daemon has always gone to any lengths to protect you, even before you were born. And oh, what gifts he will bestow...

cw: I actually don't think there are any warnings for this one! Daemon threatens violence?? other than that, it's just fluff. inspired by the scene in ep8.

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A Dragon's Custom

-In the very heart of Dragonmont, amidst sulfur and brimstone, Daemon Targaryen felt a true hero as he retrieved the dragon egg that would soon rest in his child's cradle.

-The day of your birth drawing ever nearer, your mother's belly greatly swelled. Growing larger by the day, he had teased, a comment which had been received by his lady wife with both a chuckle and a threat of violence upon his person. He expected no less from such a woman, his eyes sparkling as he knelt before her, pressing his forehead against her stomach as he whispered to you.

-"You must be brave, little one. I will soon need you to defend me from your mother's temper."

-His words earned him what was, admittedly, a rather playful slap to the back of the head. "You truly are a scoundrel, dear husband," she sighed, weaving her fingers through his silver hair.

-He merely smiled as he kissed her belly, her hands, her wrists, finally rising to meet her lips. "Your scoundrel, my love."

-She melted in the arms of her dragon, who murmured sweet nothings into her hair as he slowly ran his fingers up and down her spine, soothing her aches with his warm touch. She all but whined when he pulled away with a gentle farewell.

-"Must you go?"

-"Aye," he mumbled, lips against hers in one final kiss, "but I promise you'll be happier for it."

-"I disagree. I'd much prefer you by my side."

-"As would I, my love, but our child deserves a gift only I can bestow, and I daren't wait any longer to retrieve it." Her brows furrowed at his words, uncertain of their meaning as he caressed her belly with the back of his hand. "The child of the Rogue Prince deserves a dragon egg, do they not?"

-Your mother's eyes filled with tears. She was, of course, familiar with the Targaryen customs and had dearly hoped they would be passed to you, but she had worried, as of late, whether such a thing would be encouraged.

-Though cherished by many, not all in Viserys' court approved of your mother. The Hightowers, in particular, had been averse to the match, for while her bloodline was undeniably strong, she herself could not be considered a tame woman.

-She was well-versed in the graces, it was true, and a delight to all she entertained. In such matters, the nobles could not find an ill word to speak against her, but nor could they deny the indocility, even rakishness cast in her shadow. She had not known Daemon a fortnight when the King's own Hand had discovered them in the Dragonpit, having just returned from a moonlit ride atop Caraxes, and in the midst of acts unbefitting a woman of her station.

-Ser Otto, in fairness, was not wrong in his judgement. In their youth, your mother did little to quell Daemon's chaos. If anything, she encouraged it, thriving alongside him in his adventures. He had pleaded with the King to deny the marriage, and Viserys had half a mind to listen until he saw his brother's smile. As one, they seemed something out of Valyria itself, in all its glory, and he could not bring himself to tear them apart. He gladly consented to their union, going so far as to allow a Valyrian ceremony with only a handful of guests and the stars standing witness.

-In the months that followed, they retreated to your father's ancestral seat at Dragonstone, preferring to avoid the politics and scheming of King's Landing at all possible costs. The gods, it seemed, were not so easily satisfied.

-A raven was flown to the Red Keep shortly after your mother fell pregnant, and the news was met with no small amount of excitement. Your father's first marriage had left him without an heir, and many had presumed the Rogue Prince had little interest in furthering the line. Viserys requested his presence at court, if only to determine his brother's true thoughts about the babe.

-Daemon arrived on dragonback a few days later, descending with the impish smile well-known to him, and something warm, almost kind stirring in his eyes. There was no doubt of his happiness, a great relief to his elder brother.

-Viserys was, indeed, gladdened by the fact that they had found peace on Dragonstone, but he was eager to see them return to the Red Keep before your mother gave birth. This much, the King had insisted upon, for the Maesters and midwives of the great castle were said to be the most skillful in the realm. Daemon could deny many things, but his brother's summons was not among them.

-"We shall return, brother," he had said with a cold smile. "Upon your command, my child will be born in this nest of vipers, but never will I allow a single drop of venom to so much as graze their skin."

-"Daemon, you needn't-"

-Your father would not hear it, paying no mind that interrupting his King was easily a punishable offense. "They will have a dragon of mine own choosing," he declared, "and shall be raised as their mother and I see fit, in accordance with the customs of our ancestors."

-"As is your right." Viserys maintained the stoicism expected of him as King, but a genuine joy shone through the façade. "Your child shall want for nothing," he promised.

-"Nor shall my wife." Daemon's eyes narrowed as he lowered his voice, ensuring that none but his brother would hear his solemn vow. "Should any in your court speak so much as a word against either of them, I shall gladly cut out their tongue." Without thought, he found his fingers dancing upon the hilt of Dark Sister, a sinister smile playing on his lips. "If your dear Hand is anything less than welcoming, I will take great pleasure in relieving him of his duties by way of beheading."

-Were it anyone else, such a threat would have been followed by severe consequence, but Viserys had a soft spot for his younger brother, whose fire so much reminded him of their mother. Daemon climbed atop Caraxes, returned to Dragonstone, and no more was said on the matter.

-He did not tell your mother what was spoken, nor did she wish to hear of it. She knew well what your father's temper could do, coupled with his unyielding loyalty. Upon his heated word, you would have a dragon. She did not care for anything else. She brought his hands to her lips, kissing each knuckle before releasing him to his task, wondering which egg he would choose. In his mind, however, there was no question.

-His cousin, the Princess Rhaenys, had recently departed with her children after an extended stay on Dragonstone. Her own dragon, Meleys, had accompanied them and laid a clutch of eggs in the island's volcano, Dragonmont. It seemed the greatest of all omens, for years before his cousin had claimed Meleys, when he himself was just a babe, Daemon's mother was her dragonrider.

-Though he could scarcely remember her, he had been told by all that he was, undoubtedly, his mother's son. In her arms, to the dismay of the Maesters, she had taken him upon the back of her dragon for his first flight not a fortnight after his birth. A creature of scarlet scales and copper claws, she was one of the swiftest dragons in the realm, even after so many years of comfort. He could not think of a better gift for you than an egg from his own mother's dragon.

-The descent was not an easy one. Many had tried and failed, the slightest misstep resulting in the most fatal fall, but your father was not afraid. He relished in the danger of it. He was not halfway to the bottom when he felt the mass shift, crumbling under his boot and echoing throughout the volcano as hunks of rock hit the ground. Any other man might catch his breath or clutch his heart. Your father only chuckled as he continued to maneuver himself masterfully. Going to such lengths for a child not yet born to him, smirking in the face of risk and finding no fear in his heart, it made him feel a good man. He did not know if his talents were well-suited to fatherhood, but of this, he was certain: you would always be protected.

-Leaping to the ground, he imagined spending the rest of his days defending you, willing at every moment to vanquish any enemy with a single stroke of his sword. Though your mother was a rogue in her own right in her earlier years, she had, as of late, preferred comfort and calm to the uncertainty she had once craved. Of course, he hoped your life would be peaceful, but he wondered if that's truly what you would want, or if you would take after him, forever trying to satisfy your own impulsivity.

-There were seven eggs in Meleys' clutch. Seven eggs for seven kingdoms, Daemon could not help but think, smiling as he gathered them with care. Each were unique unto themselves, though they bore the mark of their mother. One had golden flecks reminiscent of his brother's crown. Another was as pink as a maiden's blush, but it was the seventh egg that most caught your father's eye.

-As crimson as Caraxes' scales, with dapples of a spring rose and shadows of the purest black, there was no gift so befitting the child of the Rogue Prince. He held it dearly in his hands, admiring the way it shimmered in the slight streak of sunlight. They would place it in the warming chambers until your mother gave birth, where it would then reside in your cradle until it hatched. The thought of you flying alongside him on a dragon of such striking beauty stirred in him a giddiness he had never before felt. He wondered if this was fatherhood. Could he really be so lucky?

-He returned to your mother somewhat filthy, ash smeared across his cheeks while his leathers retained the scent of the volcanic rock.

-"You stink of dragon," she said, crinkling her nose as he drew nearer.

-He gave her a wry smile as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "My darling wife," he murmured, "I know very well that you love it."

-She giggled as she brushed her lips against his, hands tangling in his hair. He smelled of adventure. Danger. Power. He was a Targaryen, through and through, and she secretly hoped you would be the same.

-She pulled away and this time, it was Daemon who moaned in protest. She merely chuckled in response. "Shall I have a bath drawn for you, husband?"

-His fingers danced across the small of her back as his eyes twinkled. "Only, my love, if you'll join me."

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#daemon fanfic #house of the dragon #daemon targaryen #hotd #hotd 1x08 #daemon x reader #daemon x you #daemon fic #daemon fanfiction #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen x you #daemon targaryen fluff #father/daughter #daemon targaryen imagine #daemon imagine

[ramoth13]

Father of Destiny and the One Who Hears the Voice of the Sea

One of the things that I found myself in love with in this show is the depiction of Fatherhood and the relationship between Elendil and Isildur. It would be far too easy to look at this and say it's normal and move on, but in reality it is genuinely anything but normal.

Depictions of the Father/Son relationship in media is nearly always one of either misunderstanding, active rebellion, or violence. Yet, while all three of those elements exist within the narrative involving Elendil and Isildur, the thing we consistently see the most is tenderness, love, and affection. These are almost always exclusively reserved for Father/Daughter portrayals, NOT Father/Son.

Which is important for several reasons, not least of which is because it illustrates a very contrasted distinction between the only other Father/Son dynamic we see in the show (excluding, perhaps, the kind of absent Father relation with Elrond), with Ar-Pharazôn. With him, the dynamic is far more traditional. He's "teaching" his son wisdom because thats the way of things, it's a top down view of fatherhood that makes legacy, rather than individuality, the primary focus.

Legacy is not a bad thing, per se, but when Fatherhood fixates on this (as most traditional modes of masculinity demand of both Father and Son), the inevitable eventuality is that power must be incorporated to keep the dynastic legacy of the father alive. With power comes the need to keep it, and thrive with more of it. We see this even in "positive" depictions of fatherhood, think of all of the movies that portray a father being proud of his son and usually there is always a kind of continued legacy and even extended violence, a Father's dilemma solved by the violence of the son.

With Elendil and Isildur, however, what we get instead is concern for wellbeing and mutual respect, but even more, they actually like each other. This, this is huge. Father's liking their sons, and vice versa, is rare. Respecting each other? All of the time. But actually enjoying the company of the other? It's just an element you rarely see.

Notice how when Elendil is knocked down and Isildurn runs over (seen in the second gif above) what Elendil says isn't "Dont worry about me, keep fighting" which would have been typical and in keeping with the "Dont be weak" mentality. Instead, what we see is Elendil adress Isildur's worry and reassure him that he is okay. It's a small touch, but with huge ramifications. Elendil is acknowledging isildur's feelings without belittling them.

It's a wonderful quality that the creators added, because it could have been so typical without anything being off. Isildur could've been vying to upset and break out of his Father's shadow at every given turn. Elendil could've hated how his son made everything difficult for him in his political life. They could've made the dynamic normal. But instead, chose something genuinely wonderful.

The other element that puts this into a wonderful perspective is Elendil's humility. It's not a faux humility either, as again, we see with Ar-Pharazôn. He is in constant service to others, but without caveat. He quite literally serves others.

By creating a character that loves his children and serves others faithfully, he is simultaneously portraying positive masculinity in a way that allows for violence as a protector but does not glorify that violence as a need, but also exemplifies the allowance and even promotion of emotional maturity. He sobs for his son, he fears for his children, and he worries for his queen, yet also embraces his son, and speaks softly to those he cares for. This, then, is what is seen as keeping the Elven ways alive.

The contrast between Elendil and Ar-Pharazôn is lovely because it is mostly subtle, yet noticeable all the same. One is actively illustrating the wisdom of the Elves and Maia, the other exemplifies the pitfalls of humanity.

Of all of the wonderful things that RoP has done, the relationship between Elendil and Isildur might be the one that moves me the most.

#ramoth13 #silmarillion #film #the hobbit #fandom #jrr tolkien #lord of the rings #tolkien #rings of power #rop spoilers #rop #elendil #isildur #ar pharazôn #father/son #father/daughter #masculinity

[haveihitanerve]

i hear everyone talking bout luxa and gregor and gregor and lapblood and ares being war but what about Luxa and Ripred? What about them?

What about "you're too mean to die"?

What about "he is too rotten to die"?

What about "even as a baby she was pushy"?

What about "i understand now why we were placed with ripred"?

What about ripreds pups dying in the Garden and him being unable to stop it from happening, so he becomes a jaded warrior who works with those responsible for his pups death to get peace?

What about Luxa's parents dying due to rats and her being unable to stop it from happening, so she becomes a jaded warrior who bonds with a rat for pups to get peace?

What about how Luxa and Gregor are now Ripred's pups and what about how Ripred now has pups, now has a reason to keep going, to keepy fighting?

What about how Luxa now has a father again, after so many years of not having one, of relying on Vikus, who knows what to say but is always ready for peace and not so willing to fight, when Ripred knows when to fight?

What about them taking the spots in each others hearts that rats/humans took from them and are now family and swear to be that for each other always and worked together for the peace so no one else ever has to suffer the way they do?!?!?!

*sob*

#i am very emotional rn ok #gregor the overlander #the underland chronicles #tuc #queen luxa #ripred the rat #king ripred #OH MY GODS #KING RIPRED #KING OF THE RATS #AND QUEEN OF THE HUMANS #AHHHHHH #ANOTHER PARRALLEL #anyways #bonds #besties #father/daughter