#perfect reminder that family is so much more than shared blood

[moronkombat]

okay so I’ve never done this before 😭

but can I request a nsfw work on Tomas being frustrated over how Bi-Han treats him that he sleeps with Bi-Han’s wife who also loves Tomas 👀 like Tomas is so frustrated and Bi-Han’s wife offers him leverage even if it’s cheating on Bi-Han?

decided to take some creative liberties with this prompt and made it into tomas is frustrated with bi-han and decides he's going to take his frustrations out on bi-han's sweet little wife

tw: afab pronouns and anatomy, dub/noncon, breeding kink/pregnancy mention unprotected sex

Tomas had known her since he first came to join the Lin Kuei family. She had been the daughter of a close family friend and someone Tomas had become rather fond of her. She sweet, kind and always very understanding. The very opposite of Bi-Han and yet his eldest brother had been the one to capture her heart. When he saw the two of them embrace each other, Tomas felt as if nothing in the world would ever go right for him.

No matter how hard he tried to win her favor, she always had eyes for the cryomancer. Yes, she and Tomas spent time together but it was never anything more than a cordial and friendly chat between friends. Tomas wanted so much more than just friends. Yet she remained with Bi-Han and when he heard word of their proposal Tomas truly felt lost.

For years he has kept these envies to himself, watching from just the corner of his eye when Bi-Han and her were together. She smiles so sweetly with him. Never did she smile like that around Tomas. Though, this beautiful flower always kind, no matter the occasion. He treats Tomas with grace, respect and care. Did her husband share this trait? No.

Whatever Tomas seemed to do, Bi-Han was critical and disapproving. They do not share blood. They are not brothers. Tomas could never change that, he never could hope to. This day no exception as Tomas had been reminded of his commoner status yet again by his eldest brother. His only option to stand there and listen to this verbal lashing, waiting to be dismissed.

Upon his dismissal, Tomas had sought refuge in one of the dojos. There he stands, hand covering his brow, as he ponders all the failures Bi-Han saw him as. It isn't fair. It isn't right. Why is Tomas always met with such contempt when all he tries to do is receive acceptance?

"Tomas?" her voice an instant calming flow, "Thought I would find you here?"

A hand slides down the length of his face and he turns to look at the one who has always accepted him. Eyes softened, lips curved and offering a smile...she always so divine, so perfect. Tomas finds himself sighing and relaxing into the wall. Footsteps approach and her warmth radiates close. There's something tingling up his spine while she stands with him. So close, so close.

"'My husband giving you trouble, again?" Comes her inquisition and Tomas need not even answer her. Her posture and overall demeanor softens. "I'm sorry. It isn't right for him to become so upset with you."

His heart hangs heavy. It always her apologizing for Bi-Han behavior for his mistreatment of others. It is enraging to know that someone so sweet takes on the burdens of a brother most vile. Tomas can hear her voice, the words she says always so lovely, but he is unable to listen. No, his grey eyes merely watch her plush and tender lips move. Are they soft? They must be...they be so soft and comforting. Eyes continue their path...such a slender neck, smooth and warm skin.

Tomas can't stop himself not when eyes fall upon her chest. How unfair seeing the fabric stretch like that. Large breasts hide beneath it, just begging to be revealed. Fingers twitch as he imagines what it's like to hold them against his palms. What else could his hands do? That waist of hers...so tight and begging to be grabbed and pulled. Push and pull against his body again and again.

Shit...why does she have to do this? How can she be so cruel to taunt him with her body that so forbidden to him. It's not fair. It's not right. Nothing ever has gone right for Tomas, why does she have to rub it in by standing there looking so...tempting?!

Desire, so much of it, how is expected not to drown? Hands that flinch and wince now spring to life. They grab, they shove and he hears her shriek. Bodies pressed together, she trapped and ensnared and Tomas holds the key to escape. Large hands encompass her wrists, holding her against a wall. She struggles, squirming and writhing against him. Feels good...it feels so good!

Tomas pressed himself as close as he can to her, hot breath dancing against a slim neck. A stiff erection begins to burn and Tomas is so desperate for relief while she continues to move against his body. A tongue so damp licks at her skin and shaking hands begin to roam uncharted territory. The fabric of her dress so pretty against begging palms. He hears her pleading with him, asking him what he's doing and why but Tomas can only hear how delicious her voice sounds like this.

Hips begin to buck, rutting up against her to establish some sort of friction for his growing arousal. None of Tomas can remain still when he has her captured like this. He gropes and caresses all the curves he can. Pulling at her dress to better reveal secrets he could have never dreamed of revealing. Yet here she is, supple breasts exposed that Tomas quickly latches himself onto.

There's a new noise at his ears then, something very dangerous and it shoots right down to Tomas' desperate cock. She's whining, it feels good? He's making her feel good. Invigorated, Tomas begins to luck and suck at perked and blushing nipples. So easily his lips encompass such a beautiful little bud and how perfectly his tongue swirls around it. There's more of those pretty sounds from her and Tomas uses an unoccupied hand to bring her hand to his hard erection.

He can feel her wrist attempting to pull away. How dare she. Doesn't she know he's like this because of her? Because she is always walking around flaunting that lewd body of hers. This is her fault. There is only her to blame for what's happening. Tomas' grip on her wrist steels and he begins manipulating her hand so that she caresses him through his trousers.

"T-Tomas...!" Words are finally coherent again. "Please, you don't mean to do this!"

It is her attempt to reason with him, to still he the very good in him that Bi-Han could never see. Tomas groans and moves his lips from her breast torrid and wild. "Tom-!"

He can't hear her again, lips are pressed onto hers so rough and desperate. Even as she tries to resist, his tongue and hers still collide so gracefully.

"So pretty, you're so pretty." Tomas whines against her in that moment of breath. "I gotta taste you. You're making me go crazy. Fuck, you're always teasing me."

Panicked, afraid, she looks to him. "Tomas, I don't know what you're talking about! Ple-!" She screams, her world spinning as eyes come to witness the wall.

There's a gasp, hands are pulling her hips and soon she feels herself being bent over. She has no choice but to place her palms flat against the wall if she did not want to tumble. Her legs are moved apart and a dress is hiked up around her waist. Over her shoulder she is met with the wild and drunk gaze of her dear friend Tomas.

Bending down, he can feel himself shaking and trembling as he looks at her soaked panties. She's wet, so wet, practically dripping and she knows it too. There is a great shame within her, knowing she's been turned on by someone other than her husband but her body cannot deny pleasure no matter who gives it.

"You're so wet here." Tomas muses, pressing finger against the warmth of her panties. "So sticky...fuck, I gotta taste your pussy."

Her mouth parts to protest but there is only a moan as the flat of his tongue lays against her clothed pussy. Such a betraying moan, she bites her lip to keep herself quiet but Tomas does not stop. His tongue tangos against her nectar stained panties, pushing and sucking. Nails claw at the wall and thighs shake that he teases her like this. Why does it feel so amazing? She loves her husband so much but...this just feels so good!

Teeth slip and her moans are freed into the empty air. Such pretty music she makes for him and Tomas is only fueled to keep going. "You like this, baby? You like me teasing you pussy like this?"

No, this is so filthy. Bi-Han has never talked to her like this. No, Bi-Han always so sweet with his words but Tomas...so cruel and yet why does something within her twist and turn so tightly?

"Ah, you're getting even more wet. You must be really perverted, huh? So fucking hot..." Tomas breathes before continuing. He not even touching her core directly and still he has her moaning like this. "S-Shit, you just can't keep quiet. I'm gonna end up cumming just from listening to you."

That would be her salvation, wouldn't it? If he came now, then nothing could progress further. Please, please just finish! But there is no salvation awaiting her. No, instead her panties are pulled away and cool air greets her. No, no! Tomas could cum from just the sight of her pretty little pussy. Such a lovely color...Tomas quivers, fuck he needs to take her now

Sounds of clothing shifting and Tomas holds the base of his hard and thick length. The tip slides against her pussy, coating it so sticky in beautiful glistening wetness. She gasps and begins to beg. "No...! No Tomas don't! Please!"

Her pleas fall so silent, Tomas will not be denied that which should have always been his. His hands grab onto her hips, pushing into soft skin. "I'm gonna fuck you now, okay? I just gotta fuck you. I've always wanted to so...you'll let me, right?"

Words are spoken yet Tomas seems not to be interested in a response. Eyes captured by madness, there is no shred of hesitation left within him now.

"No, wait! Stop!" She tries again but she should have learned that there is no happy ending for her. Tomas' length rubs against her wet pussy, coating it in all her slick and warmth. She can hear him panting just from this, she knows he is excited to fuck her. He's so eager, desperately rutting himself against her in an attempt to enter her.

"S-Shit, it won't go in..." Tomas breaths as he rushes to penetrate that which does not belong to him. He moves a hand to stabilize himself and finally the bulbous and engorged tip spreads her apart. Eyes fly open and a back in bending. No...No! Walls are pried apart as his cock makes its shaky way inside her. Further and further those spongy walls are pulled apart but oh do they cling and wrap around him.

Tomas is moaning, watching as her greedy pussy swallows up his cock from tip to base. Hips slam together and now he is fully nestled inside. The warmth, the comfort, there no better bliss than to be engulfed by her. Tomas lightly swivels his hips, this length moving so snugly against her insides and she cries out.

"You're so tight...sucking me in like that. Such a great pussy. Damn, babe, I can hardly move you're clinging to me so much." She hates that he is right. She hates how her pussy so quickly wrapped around his cock as if he were her dear husband. Tomas can only move his hips shallowly, allowing her pussy to adjust to the foreign intrusion. Her mind knows this is wrong, that she only wants to ever do something like this with her husband but the body wants what it craves. Right now it craves the maelstrom that is Tomas.

Brows pinch together and fingers bruise tender flesh, Tomas can't tolerate this pace any longer. He needs more, he will have more. Skin against skin, the slap of it such a beautiful symphony that fills the room as he begins to fuck her tight little cunt raw. Each thrust brings forth a moan from both of them.

"So good, you feel so good." words slip between breaths as Tomas continues to ravage her. "Your cunt is so fucking tight. It feels like you're suffocating me, babe. Shit, your pussy is the best."

The words have her sick yet his body has her reaching divinity more and more. His cock stretches and fills up all of her, she can feel him so deep inside.

"T-Tomas...please..-" words cannot continue, the moans and mewls leave no room for them.

The sound of his names coming from her lewd and plush lips has Tomas throbbing and straining inside her. "Y-Yeah! Say my name again! Fuck, say my name again, babe!"

She resists, biting her bottom lip and sucking it in. No, she can't. She mustn't moan the name of another man. Her silence is infuriating and Tomas grits his teeth. A hand raises only to come down upon the flesh of her round and shapely ass. The skin there like rippling waves and her entire body tensing and Tomas feels every little bit of it.

"S-Shit! You're squeezing my dick so much! Fuck, you like that? Fucking dirty bitch...!" So horrible, so wonderful. No, this can't be.

Once again his hand punishes her and she can only whimper and shake under him. Her body responds the same, with lust and treachery. She thinks of Bi-Han and her eyes close. Apologies ring in her head over and over again. They compete with the corruption that is pleasure and all of its temptations.

"Such a good slut. God, I love you so much. You feel amazing!" Words from him begin to strain as colors so unspeakable begin to rise into view. "I just can't stop fucking you."

Her body never wants him to stop. The sex he gives so brutal, so feral. They like animals mating with the way they move and moan. Her head is dizzy, her pussy is wet and dripping, it's so good, it's too good.

"T-Tomas..!" A bond is broken, a name is said. "Tomas! I-I can't...!"

She can and she will. Tomas slams himself into her abused cunt again and again, the sounds of their sex so mind numbing. "That's it! Say my name again! S-Shit...I'm not gonna last...!"

Horror, terror, the realization. He's going to cum, he's going to finish soon. No! No! Please not that! "N-Not...inside! You can't!" Those the only words she can manage but they are not the words Tomas wanted.

"Inside? Yeah, Imma cum inside you. I'm gonna cum inside your slutty pussy." Tomas steels himself, he will have no other option. It is his right to do so. She always belonged to him. "Fuck that...idiot Bi-Han. Stealing you from me like that. You should be my wife."

The heat, it is rising it is coiling. Her walls tremble to match his throbbing length. Together they dance, together they reach the sky. Such beautiful rhythms around his cock she provides as her orgasm overtakes her into the pits of calamity.

Her undoing only fuels Tomas and the twisted thoughts within his head. "Yeah, yeah that's right. Cum on my cock! You fucking love it. You love when I fuck you!"

It should have been him. It should have always been him. What would Bi-Han think now? What would he think if he saw his wife having sex with his inferior brother? The thought drives Tomas to manic raptor.

"I'm gonna cum in you. Gonna fill you up real nice. Hey..." wicked thoughts become villainous. "How about I cum inside of you and get you knocked up? Yeah, I think I'll fuck a baby into you. That'll show Bi-Han."

Bi-Han, her husband, the love of her life. The man who she promised herself to but now here she is being fucked by another and cumming around his cock. Her thoughts are ripped away as Tomas sharply pulls on her arm, forcing her back to curve and bend.

A craned neck, moans cannot hide themself and go birthed into the warm air. Tomas groans, Tomas grunts, driven now by a sinister purpose. He'll fuck her so full. He'll paint her insides until there will be no choice but to remember him forever. He loves her. He loves her so much.

Strings of white pearls erupt within a warm and welcoming home. So painted, so tarnished. His cock so buried inside her, he's cumming so much. It's never ending, there's too much! Tomas pulls from her cum stained pussy, spurts still releasing and sticking to her now reddening ass. So sticky and sweet he has made her, watching over her body as she falls to the floor, spent and used.

Tomas pants, enjoying the masterpiece he has created. She lays so cold, eyes filled with tears and pussy so filled with seed that didn't belong to her husband. She cannot move, she cannot bring herself to do much of anything.

Behind her there is movement and the youngest Lin Kuei brother is fixing his clothes, getting himself ready to depart.

"That was really great!" so casual, as if nothing had happened. "We'll have to have fun like that again. Fuck you were just as good as I always thought."

Now he would never have to only imagine it. Now he has the experience to relish in and return to. Turning to leave, Tomas pauses before opening the door.

"Oh and you won't tell Bi-Han, right? Hah, what am I saying, of course you won't tell him!"

Why is he right?

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[puhpandas]

Carbon Fiber Hilt

(3,551 words) warnings: mentions of death, mind control, spiraling, panic attacks, knives, blood, trauma. the usual kinda

Gregory, while over at Tony's house, is asked to cut the vegetables for dinner. He never really was able to get over the feeling of the hilt of a knife in his hand.

Gregory hasn't picked up a knife since that night. He hasnt had any reason to. Vanessa has also avoided being even near one like the plague.

He hadn't had a reason to for a long time. A year and a half, actually. Maybe just a bit less than that. Knives were scarce in a house full of people terrified of them, and they were never needed when Vanessa would find meals to make that distinctively did not require one to prepare.

But time has passed. A lot of it has. And Gregory should have known he wouldn't have been able hide from one forever.

Its not the first time Gregorys been to Tony's house. It's small and old, and it shows in the asymmetrical-ness and appearance, but it's not a dump. It's very well kept and lived in, and its evident; theres flowers in the front yard and a birdhouse and a little rainbow pinwheel. Theres windchimes that Gregory can always hear from inside on particularly windy days and the place is made almost entirely out of old wood. It's just old.

Gregory never understood why Tony is so embarrased to take him here. His Mom and Grandma are really nice. His Grandma has wisdom to share and a glint in her eye, and she has crows feet all across her eyes that show off how much she smiles. Tony's Mom isnt much different. She also smiles, but it's more optimism and less joy. Theres bags under her eyes that show how shes struggled but a shine in her eye that tells that she isnt unhappy. Gregory thinks he sees that in Vanessa a lot.

Its comfortable at Tony's house, in a way that Gregory's apartment he shares with Vanessa and Freddy isnt. He loves his home, but theres a distinctness between the landlord white paint and gray cabinets in his house and the rich, homey wood of Tonys.

Gregory feels comfortable there. He thinks that Tony's family catches onto the same thing one day where they ask him if he wants to help with dinner.

"Mom." Tony grits out incredulously after she asks the question, her head peeking through the arch leading to the kitchen. "Greg shouldn't have to do that, remember?"

"Its okay, Tony." Gregory smiles easily, and any contempt he'd felt on his behalf seems to melt away when Tony catches his eye. "I don't mind helping."

That's how he ends up in the kitchen, shoulder to shoulder with Tony (he tries not to be too hyper aware of that) and his Grandma, stood in front of the counter.

"Perfect timing." Tony's Grandma grins at Gregory. "I needed someone to cut the vegetables anyway."

She then gestures to the counter, and the implications don't click in Gregory's head until far too late. He turns to look at the counter, and there, by the cutting board, is a-- knife.

Its blade is a clean, silver-ish white, and the hilt a black with the telltale three dots in the handle.

Before, he could hear the simmering of meat and smell the delicious aroma of whatever food Tony's family is cooking up. As soon as he lays eyes on the blade, it all washes away.

He knows he goes rigid against Tony's shoulder. The fabric of his T-Shirt rubs uncomfortably against his arm, and flashes and memories of a brown fursuit enter his mind without permission.

It's almost comical, how much it looks like the one he had--

"Greg?" Tony's voice rips him out of it, and it's only now Gregory realizes he was spiraling. The sound of cooking food and the sight of the yellow countertops, and Tony's worried face enter his vision.

He sets a hand on his arm, and all Gregory can do is stare with wide eyes, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. He's suddenly aware of the hammering in his heart, and that's the only thing that reminds him to breathe.

He breathes in slowly, not wanting to attract attention from Tony's family. Tony looks at him, and Gregory recognizes the concern in his eyes. It would be far from the first time Gregory has spiraled in front of Tony; hes done it unprompted countless times before. Tony is sometimes even a trigger himself.

Gregory catches Tony's gaze and Gregory can tell he's searching for what's wrong. Gregory shakes his head, trying to clear away the fog, and he returns the hand on Tony's arm, trying to smile. He doesnt know if it works or not.

"Its okay." He tells Tony. "I'm okay. I swear."

The entire time, he keeps his gaze carefully away from the knife still sitting untouched by the cutting board. Thankfully, Tony's family doesnt comment on how he hasnt started yet. Gregory exhales shakily when he can see the glint of the blade in the corner of his eye, but he stubbornly pushes it down, keeping his eyes on Tony.

"I-- I swear." He repeats, but it's way less certain than he wants it to be.

Thankfully, though, Tony let's it go. He just nods, turning to whatever it is his family asked him to do. Gregory doesnt look away immediately, and he can feel Tony glancing at him from the corner of his eye with worry. A watchful gaze.

He can see the silver shining in his peripherals. He knows it's there, and yet, despite how much he stubbornly hates how much it can send him shaking like a leaf, he cant force himself to look at it.

That's okay, he tells himself. Sometimes you arent ready to see things head on. Sometimes, when he and Tony sleepover at eachothers places, either of them can wake up from a nightmare and not be able to even see the other. Those nights, Gregory will just hold his hand to let him know hes there, and Tony will do the same for him.

That's what he needs to do. Touch is a way to dip your toe into the water, right? Gregory may not be ready to see a knife yet, but maybe he can still do what Tony's family wants him to without crumpling in on himself.

He can still feel Tony's intense look on him. He hasnt shifted his gaze away from the random spot on the counter this whole time. His shoulders shake, but he pushes past it, ignoring how he can only inch towards the handle instead of grabbing it. The simmering of the food on his left consumes his senses. It sounds like static.

His hand inches closer, and Gregory curses inwardly at how his hand trembles. It's just a knife. It's just a knife. Everybody can use a knife. It's just for the vegetables.

It's only because hes focused on his inner thoughts does his hand not retract away like it had been burned when it gets close. Hes unaware, blissfully for a moment, as his hand grows closer.

The handle of the knife (carbon fiber. he shouldn't know that.) only brushes against his fingertips.

It happens suddenly. In the split second his fingers touched the material, he felt the ridges in the material, the rough texture of the hilt. He felt electricity shoot up his arm so bad it hurt. He felt the way his shoulder jerked when his hand retreated so quickly you would think the knife bit at him. It might as well have.

The sudden movement of his arm drawing back and the burning touch of the knife's hilt makes him spiral. Hes all too aware of the burn in his shoulder blade and all he can think about is plunging the knife deep into something. Swinging with all his might with the intent to kill. The blade digging into something soft. Flesh.

His vision darkens around the edges. Somebody is talking to him-- Tony, he can recognize. He cant see him, because his eyes have gone dark. His arms are glued to his sides. The darkness creeps around the edge of his vision, like shadowy tendrils, and immediately, panic grips his insides.

Hes back. Hes taking back over. The shadow always meant he was being put under. No. No. He doesnt want to. He wants to go home he never wanted to do this. He never wanted to be so painfully aware of what it was like to live in shadows. In darkness. Underground where prying eyes could never see.

Gregory thinks there are hands touching his shoulders and his arms. His eyes are wide; he can feel the skin stretching. Hes aware of burning eyes enough with how much he tries to scrub the shadows away and this is no different.

His feet move, but he isnt aware of making them. The darkness is still here, and he doesnt know where hes going. Who's touching him. Hes back. hes back hes back hes back he has my body hes never going to let me out hes going to kill everyone--

All hes aware of is how it feels like hes back. He doesnt acknowledge a door closing, or how the floor transitions into hard wood to carpet, or how his breathing stutters and stalls like a car failing to start.

He's back there, and all he can feel is the hopelessness and incapability of being trapped. Locked away tight. Unable to fight back. Doubled down on because hes the favorite the favorite the wizards most favored apprentice--

"Greg?" Hands push at his shoulders, and Gregory feels the wall touch his back and his body slide down the wall. His shirt rides up his back, and all he can feel is the wet, sweaty fursuit riding on his skin. Rubbing it raw with plush and blistering when it gets sticky with blood. "Greg, can you hear me?"

He shakes his head, over and over, deliriously. He cant revel in the fact that he can control himself when he swears the voice is calling out to him. Can you hear me? You dont know me, but I know you. I can tell we're going to be great partners.

"Gregory, please--" The voice begs. Gregory pauses. The voice never begged. It only commanded. Directed. Instructed. "You cant breathe! You gotta listen to me. Hear my voice! Its Tony. Okay?"

The fog encompassing his mind (hes back hes back) lifts ever so slightly, enough for him to think. The fact that he can think at all propels him to push, and it's like it all comes rushing back. A kitchen. A knife. A house.

"You arent being controlled. He isnt back, okay? I know that's what you're thinking and its not true. Your brain is playing tricks on you again." The voice reaches him, and Gregory latches onto the familiarity of it, the tone and the richness but roughness of it making it through. "Trust me. Please."

Gregory never wanted to trust the voice. He never wanted to. He never did. But it had always been too late before.

He knows he would never want to trust the voice, but he finds that here, he does. He would never view the voice positively. The tightness in his chest and the darkness encompassing him ebb ever so slightly, and he peers through the cracks, like looking at the light at the end of a dark tunnel.

Tony he realizes. And with that comes the floodgates. Tony. Tony wouldnt be here if Gregory hadn't broke free last year. Gregory wouldn't be here if he hadn't broke free last Spring.

He pushes, and the black edging his vision let's up enough for him to see. He's in Tony's room, he can tell that much, and he can see that Tony himself is on his knees on the carpet in front of him, even through the fog, Gregory can see the panic and the worry on Tony's face.

"T--" His breath stutters. "Tony."

It's like seeing underwater, but Gregory can see the way Tony sags in relief at that. "Yeah, Greg. Its me." His voice reaches his ears, and Gregory revels in it. He revels that it reminds him of all those times he listened to Tony's voice to remind himself he's still here. That they both are. "You're at home, with me. Okay? You got freaked out over something but you're fine now. You can start coming back down to earth."

Despite himself, and the way his fingers still tingle and burn from where the handle of the knife burned him, he chuckles. "Says you."

Tony laughs as well, and Gregory feels the smile stretch on his face instinctively at the sound. It's like throwing him a rope, the beautiful sound, and he grabs ahold of it with both hands. "So you're probably feeling better now."

The final bits of blurriness ebb from his vision, and hes able to see clearly. He takes a moment, taking in Tony and the yellows and greens of his room and his green jacket and his blue eyes and his smile.

His body aches. His shoulders burn from how they're hunched, and Gregory's just able to stop himself from spiraling again at how familiar it is. How his muscles would scream when he would be in control, but he'd never stop. Never rest. Never stop swinging until the task was done. The inherit lack of feeling pain is one of the most blaring memories Gregory has that makes him so certain whatever had him was more inhuman than he could ever imagine.

He loosens his muscles, and Tony stays silent, just watching him with concerned eyes. Gregorys hand still burns; it feels like sparks flew when he'd touched the handle of the knife and now he has the burns to prove it. It twitches, and Gregory grips at Tony's carpet to try to scratch the feeling away. It doesnt work.

Tony notices. He always does. It doesnt help that it was with his left hand. Tony's eyes soften, wide and worried, and Gregory let's himself stare back as he catches his breath and tries to focus on anything that isnt the tingling in his fingertips.

He's only mostly aware when Tony shifts positions to his left side. He presses himself flush against Gregorys shoulder, like at the counter, but before Gregory can think about touching the knife again Tony is grabbing his left hand.

"I'm sorry." He says. "I should have said something about the knife. Or stopped you. This could have been avoided if I hadn't just watched--"

"No." Gregory cuts him off, voice raspy and breathless. "Its not your fault. I should have known it was a bad idea. Its just been so long that I..." He trails off. It really isnt Tony's fault, too. Gregory knows what it's like to just watch.

"Its been a year and a half, Greg." Tony points out. "I think... I think anybody would understand if you never wanted to even see a knife again after what happened to you."

Gregory nods, and despite how much he hates it, he finds himself agreeing. "I never wanted to." He says. He shuts his eyes tight and focuses on Tony's hand in his instead of the burning in his fingertips. "I didnt want to. I tried to fight back but it only made-- I only--"

Tony shushes him, squeezing his hand and pressing their shoulders closer. He uses his fingers to fidget with the tips of Gregory's, and it washes some of the prickling away to make room for Tony's warmth. "I know, Greg."

"He made me pick one." Gregory whispers, voice shaking. "I had to choose which one to kill them all with. The one in the kitchen looked just like the one I--"

"He's gone, Gregory." Tony reminds him. "You broke free."

Gregory shakes his head, his throat still feeling dry. "No." He whispers. "I never-- I never got freed. Not like how I helped Vanessa." That fear, that long suffering paralyzing uncertainty that keeps him second guessing if anything is real comes back full force, and his breath hitches. He eyes Tony's face, and their hands, trying to ground himself before he spirals. "What if--"

"He wont." Tony tells him, and theres a certain assertiveness that forces some part of Gregory to believe him. To turn away from the shadows dancing across the walls of his mind. "And if he does, we'll save you. We won't let him hurt you or anyone else."

Gregory revels in the reassurance, knowing that he's said the same thing to Vanessa multiple times. If Gregory has been able to believe it for her, maybe theres some hope for him as well. He breaths out a shaky puff of air, and he doesnt realize his eyes are unfocusing again until Tony squeezes his hand.

"I wont let him hurt you." Tony says, and theres some sort of edge to his voice that makes Gregory glance up at his face. Theres a shadow under his brow and a darkness to his eyes, but Gregory knows the anger is not directed at him. Not when Tony meets his eyes and they soften immediately. "You broke free for me all that time ago. Just so he wouldnt hurt me. I'll be there to ground you, or-- or to save you instead of the other way around."

Despite himself, Gregory's able to crack a smile at that, small as it is. He glances down at their hands, and feels the pressure. It's not cold like the handle of a knife, nor uncomfortably hot hot hot from the sweltering insides of the suit he had been trapped in. His hands do not twitch under plush and fabric; they curl around Tony's fingers, and the pressure is comforting. Welcome.

"My knight in shining armor." Gregory says quietly. Its something Vanessa would joke about when they'd talk about it and the games would be brought up. A little knight and the lost princess.

Gregory doesnt think apprentices have knights. Maybe that's what he had intended all along. No chance of getting out. No chavelry in silver armor to ride up and save you. Just the apprentice and the wizard.

Tony's fingers twitch themselves, and they shift to squeeze tighter around Gregory's own, entertwining like steel chainmail. My knight in shining armor he thinks. Maybe knights dont need a princess to be heroes.

Its warm; theres only the soft light of Tony's bedroom lamp on his desk with scattered notes and his own drawings carefully stacked around the edge, and Gregory can still hear the faint clattering of dishware across the house. The sky outside the window is a deep blue, and theres no purple to be found.

Tony's hand sends prickles up Gregorys own, but it's not like the rubbing of skin against plush fabric. It's not unwelcome. It's like fireworks dancing across his skin, electricity buzzing across his fingertips and his knuckles.

Gregory heaves out a final breath, and all the tightness in his chest leaves with it. Gregory can see how Tony smiles at him in-between the steadily dissipating darkness, and Gregory hangs onto it. It's a smile like one hes never seen before. Soft, crinkled at the eyes and filled with nothing but fondness.

Nothing like his smile. Nothing like the frozen grin when Gregory'd do a job well done. The grin that'd stick onto his face even when Gregory refused to--

"I think I'm ready to go back now." Gregory says, his voice clear now and unmuddled to his ears. It's only now that he realizes that he's still leaning against Tony against the door of his room, and their hands are still entertwined. His fingers are tingling, and it's only now that they twitch, but for a completely different reason. The shoulder that's pressed up against Tony's is warm and Gregory is painfully aware of it.

Not in a bad way. Gregory knows what it's like to be warm in a bad way. This is comforting in the way only Tony is. Even Vanessa and Freddy feel different than this.

Tony hums next to him, and doesnt move to get up at all. "My Mom will come get us when dinners done." He says, and his hand grips tighter and his shoulder presses closer. His neck twists to look over at him, and Gregory has to fight to not look away when he turns his face the same direction and they meet eyes.

Theres a brief, stuttering moment where they dont move at all. Dont breathe. But then Gregory is letting his forehead tip into Tony's shoulder and lie there.

"Okay." Is all he says. And that's it. Tony leans his head on Gregory's hair, and Gregory has to hide his smile at how he can hear Tony's heartbeat from the proximity and it's going a hundred miles an hour.

Gregory shuts his eyes at some point, and the darkness does not creep around the edges and pull him under. He's safe right now. Tony is here, and Tony would not be here if Gregory wasn't.

Tony squeezes his hand in between his chatting once, then twice, and any shadows that try to reach the window of his mind retreat. He's only aware of the smell of food wafting under the door, Tony's voice rambling on about something, and the warmth of Tony's hand in his.

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#FINALLY WROTE BECKORY WE ARE SO BACK #my fics #pandas writes #beckory #gregory #tony #ggy #oneshot #au #blood warning #knife warning

[stevesbipanic]

Under the Tree

Finally my contribution for @thefreakandthehair spicy six winter challenge. This was a lot of fun, my prompt was “Um, I got you something.” / “You got me something?” Hope you enjoy!

The first Christmas after the defeat of Vecna was an important one. It was the first Christmas that they didn’t have to worry about seeing flickering lights or brandishing weapons. The kids could be kids, and the adults could be too.

Steve Harrington could count on one hand the number of good Christmas’ he could remember. He assumed that the Christmas’ before he was 5 were adequate enough, but, the year he turned 5 he remembers his mother baking gingerbread with him and his dad playing basketball with him out on the driveway Christmas morning. They never would again. When he was 19, he spent Christmas with the Buckley’s. It was a warm Christmas filled with love and laughter; one he’ll treasure forever. This year, age 20, Steve hopes to add another good Christmas to his collection.

Joyce insisted on hosting, and no one was going to tell her no. After all, the Hopper-Byers now lived in a beautiful house just on the edge of the woods, you could bike to Hopper’s old cabin which had now been turned into a sort of club house for the kids, Hellfire was regularly held there now that Eddie had graduated. Steve had spent all of November getting gifts for his family, not his parents, he hadn’t heard from them since they sold the house and moved to Washington after the earthquake. No, his real family, he spent weeks making sure everyone got the perfect gift. He had had to hide Robin’s gift at Dustin’s now that he shared an apartment with her and was quite the snoop, not that Steve minded, he liked how intertwined their lives were. He had thought of hiding it at Nancy’s new place, but she had become less tight-lipped about secrets since her and Robin had gotten together.

That was another new thing, Robin and Nancy, the two who fell together so perfectly after everything that happened. Steve was the least surprised, when they told him he’d claimed it made sense due to him having great taste in women, they knew he was joking. Steve knew because he could see how well the two of the complimented each other. Nancy was patient and happy to listen and let Robin work through a problem by rambling. Robin was supportive but tough when it came to both Nancy’s goals but also her health. They had both taken gap years to revaluate their goals and desires while also taking a well-deserved break. The future could wait another year for them to have time to heal hidden wounds.

Steve was glad there was no bad blood between them and Jonathan, they’d all repaired their relationships over the years, figuring out platonic and romantic loves and wants, Steve could call Jonathan his brother (he was suspicious that Joyce had filled out adoption papers somewhere) and let old demons lie. With Jonathan had come Argyle, someone Steve didn’t know how the party went so long without. Argyle was a steadying presence, reminding them that they’re not defined by what happened to them and telling deep truths, usually high but the fact still stood. Steve was glad the two of them had each other, he could see years of emotional weight be lifted off Jon’s shoulders whenever Argyle was around.

Even the kids had matured, and not just in the way that trauma matures someone. Steve could see them let go of childish desires like the first love romance between Mike and El that grew into more a relationship like Steve and Nancy, stronger as friends. Dustin still called Suzie every weekend but Steve knew they both had a good head on their shoulders, he liked to think any kid that came from them would probably solve all the world’s problems in a day. Lucas and Max had worked so much on their communication, understanding each other’s needs now more than ever.

Maybe it’s why Steve had spent so long making sure they all had the perfect gift. A small part of Steve that still held doubt, a grain of doubt so rooted inside of him from childhood that it may never leave. The part of him that worried about being forgotten and left behind, the part of him that drove him to always be useful. He’d gotten high with Eddie in the first week of December and poured his heart out to him about it, Eddie hadn’t said anything in reply, he hadn’t needed to, Steve could see in his eyes they shared the same fears.

Eddie’s gift had been the most important, for reasons Steve could only confront in the safety of his own apartment, huddled under blankets with Robin late at night. Reasons that simultaneously made him feel whole and completely exposed. In the end the gift had been a mixtape, a perfect blend of their music tastes woven together with Steve telling Eddie about how the songs make him feel, about life, about Eddie, ending with his final confession. Steve hopes he doesn’t hear it until he gets home.

The party is in full swing, it had snowed the night before leaving plenty of soft snow to play in, distracting the kids from asking about presents until after dinner. They had all gathered around the tree, slowly but surely passing out gifts. Hugs and thanks were shared amongst the group, Steve felt his heart fill with warmth with every piece of gratitude or handmade card sent his way. Eddie’s eyes had twinkled when he’d read the tape’s description as being “Eddie’s Mix”, a promise for later dancing across his features. Paper picked up and clothes changed, the kids had settled in front of the television with mattress’ pulled from every room. Joyce and Hopper had retired with promises of making breakfast in the morning. The remaining two couples had either joined the kids or disappeared for their own festive celebration, leaving only Eddie and Steve finishing the dishes in the kitchen.

“So, a mix tape, Stevie? Do I have to worry about an hour long “Last Christmas” brainwashing?”

Steve had laughed putting away the last plate, Eddie had come over to help wrap presents and Steve’s record had gotten caught on the same track, they both nearly lost their minds.

“I can’t promise no Wham! but I think Last Christmas has had enough of a turn this year, Eds.”

Eddie smiled and took the edge of Steve’s sweater in his hands, grabbing a blanket and leading Steve out onto the porch. The two boys sat in the cold, huddled together under the blanket, listening to the quiet of the woods. The quiet brought them so much peace, no calls for help, no creatures to go bump in the night, just them and their heartbeats.

“Um, I got you something.”

“You got me something?” 

Eddie chuckled, “Of course I did, sweetheart, just didn’t want to put it with the rest of the gifts, didn’t think it would fit.”

Steve raised an eyebrow at this, “What is it?”

Eddie looked nervous now, slowly he pulled off one of his rings, it was one of the simpler ones. Steve always thought it stood out against the skulls and horror of the others. A small black stone set in silver, vines slicing through the metal. Eddie took Steve’s hand and slid the ring onto his finger.

“You always play with this one when you’re upset about something, figured it’d be better if you had it even when I wasn’t around.”

Steve felt seen, Eddie had comforted him through a lot after March, offering words and touch and even his ring to make Steve feel better.

“Eddie. Thank you.”

“Of course, Stevie.”

“But wait, how couldn’t this fit under the tree?”

“Well, there’s a second part to it, if you want it.”

Steve had missed many things in his life, but he didn’t miss the question in Eddie’s eyes.

“I’d really like the rest of my gift, Eddie.”

Eddie leant in slowly, still giving Steve the opportunity to move away, to say no, to leave Eddie behind. Steve didn’t though, he was never going to leave Eddie behind, would never forget him. Their lips touched, cold from the night air, and it felt like the final puzzle slotting into place. Eventually, they pulled away, just enough to catch their breath, foreheads still touching.

“Yeah, you would’ve looked weird with a bow on your head under the tree.”

“Maybe next year I’ll do it just for you.”

Steve smiled, he couldn’t wait for next year, and every year after that he got to spend with Eddie.

#LexsWinterFicChallenge #StrangerThingsFestiveFun #spicy six #steddie #steve harrington #sorry ive been gone the festive season took me out #but im back #stuff is coming #eddie munson #fic #cross posted on ao3 #fluff #winter #christmas #minor ronance #minor jargyle

[mayflowers515]

Smiling Critters AU: Lore Headcanons

Okay, time for some more plot-heavy headcanons I have for the Critters of this AU! This includes plot elements relating to their characters that I have planned as well as some more relationship details like their familial relationships and friendships.

Note: Although this is meant to be a wholesome cartoon AU, there may be some slight dark elements in here, but not as upscaled. I also don't have personal lore planned for everyone yet as of today, but I can update this post when I think of anything else for them (or a part 2? Idk) Either way, here's what I have for them so far!

CatNap has his main scent, lavender, but he also retains his poppy gas like his canon counterparts. He is terrified of the poppy gas and its abilities. He has once seen firsthand how bad the effects of this gas can be, so he tries to what he can to maintain his lavender scent for his friends. His poppy gas replaces his usual lavender scent when he's under high stress and emotion, so he tries to stay as calm as possible.

The above hc is also part of the reason as to why he sleeps throughout the day so much. He feels more calm at nighttime as it's more peaceful for him than in the daytime when there are possible mishaps he may witness that can make him upset. He may not witness any mishaps, but he's so scared of his ability that he doesn't want to take the chance.

CatNap is very calm outwardly, but he still has stress. However, to avoid unleashing his second scent, he keeps all his stress inward. Unbeknownst to CatNap, however, repressing his negative emotions only makes the effects of his poppy gas worse. He has never managed it into anything better as a result of being so terrified and repressing those feelings for so long. (Note about his poppy gas since I keep bringing it up, but it keeps a lot of the same effects that it has in the original cartoon and in Poppy Playtime, but in the AU, an addition to this is that the effects of CatNap's poppy gas depends on his mental state. They can worsen if he feels negative emotions in the moment or can build up to be worse since he has built up his negative emotions in an unhealthy way)

CraftyCorn is of royal blood (may or may not have been inspired by some users already- =v='). She was a princess of a faraway kingdom. However, she wasn't really treated with respect back home, and as a result, she ran away and eventually found her way to the home of the Smiling Critters. She was barely let out of her castle often. Her parents didn't want her outside until she could prove to them that she could be a "perfect princess" for them. They have always been hard on Crafty for even the smallest mistakes she's made. She couldn't even express herself outside of what her parents wanted her to be. When she started to get interested in art, her parents declined her interest, only seeing the mess in the art. Basically... Crafty: "Don't you like my painting? I put a lot of work into it..." Her parents: "Painting is for the desperate, homeless people, Crafty. Not a refined, young lady like you. Now let's get you cleaned up."

Yeah... Her parents didn't have the best mindset either. They would look down on anyone that didn't fit in with their status. This was another reason Crafty wanted to run away. She didn't want to deal with that attitude from her parents anymore, and she certainly doesn't want to think she's above everyone else all because she is a princess.

Since Crafty was barely let out of her castle, not a lot of people outside of her kingdom know of her being royal blood. None of her friends really knew at first either. She is cautious about sharing too much of herself as a result of her status. She didn't want others to think of her any differently, and part of the reason as to why she's shy about certain aspects of herself that reminds others of royalty, such as her singing voice (in her friends eyes, it sounds like that of a fairytale princess) and her house (which is ironically in the form of a tower in canon; Crafty actually does like her home's exterior despite it linking back to her status in a way, but she designs it on the inside where very little sense of regal style on the inside, just so she can keep the personal tastes she's been wanting to express for so long).

I can imagine PickyPiggy having a lot of siblings, with her being the oldest. It's why she naturally has a sort of motherly nature to her personality. She got used to raising her siblings by herself as a result of her parents' sudden disappearance while she was 7-8 years old. To this day, she doesn't know what happened to them... (I have an idea, but this is the wholesome AU, so I won't actually mention in its canon, but let's just say... they weren't looking too hot...) (EVERYTHING IN STRIKETHROUGH IS A RETCONNED PLOT AS OF 3/21)

Bobby BearHug is very small for a bear, though granted she is still considered a cub. But it comes as such a surprise because her parents are MASSIVE. They could easily tower over her if they could. However, despite her parents looking like they would be brutes, they are actually gentle giants most of the time. It's the reason why Bobby herself has her signature huggable personality. She was raised to always love and cherish the things around her, and it shows in many of her interactions with her friends and people she meets.

I do imagine one day Bobby is going to have this big growth spurt and will become much taller when she's older, though-

In contrast to Bobby, Bubba is very large. Not really a surprise there since he's an elephant. What is a surprise, though, are his parents. I can imagine his parents either being elephants affected with dwarfism that adopted him or parents of different species that are just really small. Either way, Bubba's parents are much smaller compared to him, but they still raised him well and respected his interests.

I may do something separate for all the Critters' friendships in the future, but for right now, I can list their close friends to get a better idea of who they get along with the most! The names in bold mean best friend status while no bold means they're very close friends (CatNap = DogDay, Crafty; DogDay = CatNap; Bobby BearHug = Picky, Crafty; CraftyCorn = Bobby, Bubba; KickinChicken = Hoppy, Bubba; Hoppy Hopscotch = Kickin; Bubba Bubbaphant = Crafty, PickyPiggy = Bobby)

Here are the ages and birthdays I headcanon for all the Critters (from oldest to youngest):

Bubba Bubbaphant: 12 (January 16th)

CraftyCorn: 12 (April 7th)

DogDay: 12 (July 17th)

CatNap: 12 (November 20th)

PickyPiggy: 11 (May 18th)

Hoppy Hopscotch: 11 (June 2nd)

KickinChicken: 11 (December 7th)

Bobby BearHug: 10 (February 28th)

13. I do also want to plan something for the Critters' emblems. They may work similarly as Care Bears with having their own individual powers. They of course, can use their scents with these as well. All they have to do to release their scents is tap their necklace emblem two times. This is so they won't accidentally release their scent if something happens like them falling (in the case of if they only needed one tap). In the case of their special abilities, they have to draw a circle on their emblem and tap it to release their ability onto others. Here are the abilities I have planned for them right now:

CatNap = Dream watching. He can tap his emblem then tap the head of one who's sleeping. He can then enter their dreams to then check if it's a good or bad dream. He is allowed to stay in the dream until he gets out himself or the dreamer wakes up.

DogDay = Can light up the way with his emblem by creating a mini sun. The mini sun will follow around DogDay wherever he goes, whenever he needs it. Sometimes this can also affect CatNap's emblem, as it can light up whenever DogDay's is lit up. After all, the moon can't shine without the sun :>

Bobby BearHug = Can open people's hearts to emotion. Either to their own emotions so they can be released in a healthy way, or so that the emotions of everyone are more clear. Can help in the case of arguments and discord.

CraftyCorn = Unleashes a paintbrush that can create whatever is desired. However, it needs color to work. So if certain colors aren't there to make the item Crafty wants, it may not work. This is also there so her powers are balanced in a sense.

KickinChicken = Can create any mode of travel necessary (inspired by his motto of perserverence). Can be used for most of anything from a literal star like from Kirby, roller skates, a car, helicopter, etcetera. However, it needs energy in order to fully work. It can only create one thing per day before it needs a charge so it can shine just as much!

Hoppy Hopscotch = Can increase the speed of a process or can make someone else go faster. However, like with Kickin's emblem, Hoppy's power needs to charge. She can know if it's fully charged if there's a storm cloud that appears before her power is unleashed, meaning that it's charged.

Bubba Bubbaphant = Can clear out the clutter in others' minds so that they can think more clearly. He will know if his power worked by the time an idea comes through the person's head with a light bulb.

PickyPiggy = Can be used for storage; it's useful for any resources the group might need for later but can't carry on them. Picky's storage can change depending on her energy at the moment, so if she has low energy, the things she can store will be minimal. That's why she eats a little something before using this feature!

14. Their scents have different ability compared to their emblems, and these abilities are meant to be more subtle in comparison. They can affect certain feelings in people, so here's how it works for all of them in the cartoon AU:

CatNap = Lavender (primary scent) for feelings of sleepiness; Poppy (secondary scent) also for sleepiness, but with the side effects of nightmares and increased negative emotions before being put to sleep

DogDay = Vanilla for increasing relaxation

Bobby = Rose for improved mood

Crafty = Jasmine for reduced anxiety

Kickin = Ylang-ylang for boosted self-esteem

Hoppy = Peppermint for increased energy

Bubba = Lemongrass for reduced stress

Picky = Citrus for reduced fatigue

Alright, that's all I have right now! I have these here since they're more relevant to possible scenarios I may make with the AU in the future. Though it's like a wholesome cartoon, there will still be some bits of lore and some dark elements in there, and I hope it can still be interesting as a result :)

#smiling critters #catnap #dogday #bobby bearhug #craftycorn #kickinchicken #hoppy hopscotch #bubba bubbaphant #pickypiggy #justsomepersonalhcs

[carelocaiiel]

My Ships in One Piece (Mostly Talking About Vivi's Potential Mate Because Nobody Talking About it)

Okay so here's some (mostly strawhats) of my favorite ships in One Piece and i will share my thoughts regarding ships that i found hilarious or interesting. For those of you who ask whether number 1..2…3.. is a ranking..(??) No, I just sorted the strawhats members first.

Luffy x Vivi

Luffy and Vivi is perfect. They both can reaches mentally to one another and even punch like a bros in other to woke the other one. Vivi deeply trust Luffy and Luffy always think highly of her but he can be worried sometimes because he care deeply for her. I say they're perfect because Vivi can mentally reaches Luffy, and consider Luffy sometimes hard to be approach with mentally method, this is high praise for her. Luffy and Vivi shares a lot of similarities like

Both are :

Honest leader

Fearless leader

Loyal to their friends and family

Love Adventure

Have The Will of "D" in their names

Lost their family members to World Government

Targeted by Imu

I found out their compatibilities somewhat reminds me of these two MBTIs > Luffy as ESFP known for their lively and outgoing personalities while Vivi is ENFJ, the ones who make sure everyone feels included and cared for. The ESFP and ENFJ will likely care for each other quite deeply. And while im not really keen with zodiac, i really love how sometimes author use this as a hint or base of something in the story, like the magic in Black Clover characters are determined by their zodiac signs. I checked out Vivi is an Aquarius and Luffy is an Taurus. I found out Aquarius and Taurus in love can make for an interesting pairing, and it seems Aquarius is ruled by Uranus, the planet that governs innovation, technology, and surprising events.. Yes Uranus.. One of the ancient weapons.

I just love how Luffy is sad that Vivi choose not to join strawhat pirate and he respected her wish. Since they're both closer in age, i think it's cute to assumed maybe there's a time Oda thought that it would be cute to use Vivi as Luffy's first crush (but Luffy himself doesn't even recognize it) before Oda make Luffy aseksual. Even he is eager to save Vivi that time when he hear she is missing. I say this because there's just noway Luffy punch Vivi so normally if he's not irritated by her. Sometimes crushes really makes we more irritated than usual. And while yes he punches other women too, he's not someone who will punch woman that he consider HIS FRIEND.. but in that scene..we can see Luffy wanted Vivi to REALLY TRUST HIM and the other crews BECAUSE THEY'RE FRIENDS And thats why his punch to Vivi is more special .. Luffy wanted Vivi to acknowledge HIM.

And what i find interesting is Igaram's dream when Vivi said she is going to be a pirate queen 😂, reminds me that she is a D. too .. So their pairing can work out like Gol D. Roger and Portgas D. Rouge. Also, according to Volume 76 SBS, Vivi's image number is 5.5 and Luffy is Birthday is in May 5. Their blood type also the same.. type F.

2.Nami x Sanji

Nami and Sanji is actually my VERY FIRST SHIP. If Luffy and Vivi have respect then i say Nami and Sanji have natural chemistry that of a couple. While there's a lot of fans that favors Nami x Luffy, i just see NamixLuffy's chemistry is like a Sister to her lil bro which she REALLY TRUSTED. Luffy and Nami's like two of kindred spirits. I just love how Sanji calls Nami using -san instead of -chan like other girls. Sanji respect Nami so much and treat her on the top of women. I just thought there's a lot of potential in their dynamic because their dynamic getting more interesting over time.

3.Nami x Zoro

I always have this thought that MAYBE Zoro prefer girls who is sharp and know what they want. I just saw a lot of Nami Zoro scenes that make me think " They're so funny together" because they have mutual respect for each other's strengths while often buttheads. Sometimes they can be seen talking and discussing about trivial matters.

4.Zoro x Tashigi

Yes Zoro and Tashigi… and why not ? My only comment is that their dynamic is interesting and i would love to see more of Zoro's reluctant reaction to Tashigi 😂😭.

5.Zoro x Vivi

Zoro and Vivi.. Yes this one is interesting. Zoro ALWAYS respected Vivi. He knows Vivi's characteristics and he knows she is a smart and independent woman. While there's not a lot to say about this ship, i just like how Zoro always have this concerning kind of face when he see Vivi doing something wholeheartily. And not to forget "MR. BUSHIDO" , a nickname Vivi choose for Zoro. Aint that cute ? I love their friendship too .. Like i said before, maybe zoro prefer girls who is sharp and know what they want. I just think Zoro always see Vivi as that kind of girl.. and i think Zoro's respecting people who puts others first like Luffy.. his respect for Vivi is just the same because Vivi and Luffy are that kind of people who will protect others and not afraid to do that.

6.Usop x Kaya

I will just say THEY ARE CANON and you know it 😭.The way Kaya believe in Usop ? Its just so wholesome And i LOVE IT.

7.Robin x Law

THIS! ACTUALLY ONE OF MY BIG THREE IF I RANK IT. 😭😭 Great minds think alike right ??? Yes! And that is Robin and Law! I don't know what should i say about them … They're just HIT IT OFF! 😭A VERY MATURE AND TRUSTING RELATIONSHIP .. And that is big! Considering both of them growing up struggled to trust people. Zoro x Robin is nice.. But not as nice as this . A lot of people said Law will die before the "dawn" comes.. But.. Yeah.. 😭i just can't ignore this feeling to ship them.

8.Vivi x Lucci

LEMME JUST SAY THIS STRAIGHT! THIS IS THE MOST HILARIOUS SHIP THAT I MYSELF CANT EVEN BELIEVE I SHIPPED THIS 😭. She already roasted Lucci WAY back there when she was Miss Wednesday riding Karoo.

We know that Nefertari is the name of an Egyptians Queen. Whats more interesting is that Egyptians believed cats were magical creatures, capable of bringing good luck to the people who housed them, Egyptians saw cats as mutually beneficial companions. Who have The Cat as their Signature Devil Fruit transformation ? LUCCI! The ancient Egyptians believed the cat was a representation of Bast, Bast also represented fertility, and also protection. Who also said their job is to protect Vivi? LUCCI also 😭.

I just can't help find this pairing hilarious… sassy vivi vs stoic lucci? Yes thats it! 😭 Whats more hilarious? HIS FACE RESEMBLE KING COBRA, VIVI's father. If theyre related, i would say like father like son.

And this just keep getting hilarious…

There's this manga cover when Lucci feeding the pigeons and one of them wearing necklace which have letter "V" as if "Vivi" .In chapter 753, SBS revealed Vivi's representative animal is PIGEON 😭 well yeah she is a pacifist thats what to be expected .. But… who have piggeon as their friend? My Man Lucci. And not to mention Vivi's representative colour is white… 😭.

Vivi is associated with marriage too .. If you guys know, there's this manga cover when Vivi's scrubbing and the flag says "Bride Training". The curious thing is… THE CATS is the ones who helped her 😤! And the name of the one who request it! "Hattori" SUS MUCH..

Im starting to believe Oda is setting up Vivi to marry someone at the end of One Piece.

Not to forget her tank top in the color spread says TIGER 😭 yes.. big cat like leopard. Maybe Tiger in here is associating with Nefertari Lily so it can be "Tiger Lily". Tiger Lily flowers were often used in rituals as an offering to invoke healing, protection, and good fortune. Furthermore, Tiger Lily flowers were also associated with the goddesses of love and fertility. It was thought that the flowers could help individuals connect with their ancestors and receive guidance from the spiritual realm. In the famous play, Peter Pan, the character Tiger Lily was named after this flower, and it symbolized her beauty and bravery.

In Chinese folklore, the Tiger Lily flower was believed to represent the love between a man and woman, and it was often planted in wedding gardens. Whats wrong with Vivi and wedding? 😂…. Dreaming of a Tiger Lily flower can be a powerful symbol of transformation, growth, and rebirth. It may indicate that a person is going through a period of personal growth or is about to embark on a new chapter in life (AND YES SHE IS GOING TO HAVE HER OWN ADVENTURE) Alternatively, it may be a sign of good luck and prosperity.

In Native American folklore, the Tiger Lily was associated with the sun and was believed to bring warmth and light to the world.Maybe if Vivi's the true Uranus (like i said before in LuffyxVivi that her zodiac is associated with Uranus), then this sentence is make sense, since a lot of people saying Uranus is the sun.

A tweet by @chanchancilchan explaining that maybe Oda is inspired by Peterpan to move Vivi as character and associated her with Tigerlily from peterpan. Both Vivi and Tigerlily refuses any suitors even though they're old enough to be married, and Tigerlily is kidnapped by Captain Hook which suspiciously resembles Sir Crocodile. WHAT SURPRISE ME IS not these thing but A CHARACTER NAMED JOHN DARLING.

From what i know, John Darling is in love with Tigerlily. In the anime Peter pan no bouken, there was a whole episode dedicated to John and Lily's first date, with John trying to be a gentleman to her only to either misfortune to happen or to have Lily utterly tsuntsun at him 😭 i dunno but this reminds me so much of Vivi and Lucci (yes im delulu). What i am trying to say is… Look at this John boy, look at that hat! and his white clothes…. But .. This tiger-vivi story feat lucci should be stopped here.. Lemme go introduce my next fav ship.

9.Vivi x Sabo

If you read my babbling about Tigerlily-Vivi feat Lucci. I think you should know that this is the continuation 😭. The thing is… John Darling reminds me SO MUCH of young Sabo. What intrigues me the most is that John is a middle child and if we see Ace, Sabo and Luffy together.. It seems Sabo is younger than Ace since his birthday is in March, so he is the middle one. John is said to be very mature but loves his time being very adventurous and playful, Sabo much ? Speaking of his appearance .. In some Disney storybooks, John's nightshirt is blue instead of white .. Yes… He wears glasses(Goggles for Sabo) , stovepipe hat. Umbrella (Pipe for Sabo) and blue clothes.

Also.. Remember when Sabo said he must marry into a royal family?

I can't wait to see Sabo meet Vivi, because Vivi has met his other two brothers, she has even had a deep talk about Luffy with Ace and has collided with Luffy.

10.Sabo x Koala

Next is Sabo and Koala, actually i don't have anything to say about them.. They're partner and their synergy is good. So well whats more to say ? 😂

11.Smoker x Hina

And last one is Smoker and Hina?? WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY ? 😭 THEY'RE PERFECT FOR EACH OTHERS AND THAT'S FINAL. I MEGAYACHT EM!

HAHA... AND THAT'S IT MY BABBLING about My Fav Ships in One Piece ... Mostly i babbling about Vivi but that's exactly my point since not a lot of people bringing that up. Actually i'm fine If these characters end up not having a romantic relationship with each others. But that's the point of shipping, isn't it? to have fun, and I already feel very happy with these ships, especially LuffyxVivi, RobinxLaw and VivixLucci (OMG FORGIVE ME ABOUT THIS ONE).

#one piece #monkey d. luffy #nefertari vivi #vinsmoke sanji #nami #roronoa zoro #nico robin #rob lucci #sabo #trafalgar law #tashigi #koala one piece #smoker one piece #hina one piece #usopp #nefertari cobra #kaya one piece #straw hat pirates #straw hat luffy

[thomasshelbydrabbles]

The Spy (10/?)

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Adeline Taylor (OC)

Warnings: period typical sexism, series typical violence, period typical views of PTSD, period typical racism, blood and gore, angst, sexual situations, infertility, loss of child

Summary: The morning after Adeline's reunited with the Shelby's, she learns more about what happened while she was away.

**Note: This is a series, so you should read The School Teacher and The Messenger first if you want to understand everything.**

Word Count: 2543

Author’s Note: I know it’s been forever. Life has been crazy. Let me know if you want added to the tag list.

Arrow House, 1924

Adeline woke before the sun. Tommy’s arms tightened around her, pulling her further into his body. A smile, small and fragile, spread across her lips. This moment felt perfect. So many things could have gone wrong last night. They’d been fighting on the back foot since she’d left the Darby years ago. She hated it. Waiting. Biding her time. Felt too much like the war, like that scared girl desperatly trying to hold the frayed edges of her sanity together. The girl who somehow thought things would get better, thought that she’d get better. When things inevitably went bad - quite bad given the various pieces currently on the board - she would remember the stillness of this moment. Tommy pressed a kiss to the back of her neck. 

“Why are you awake?

His voice was a sleep-rough whisper against her skin. 

“Didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep.” 

She tried to shuffle forward in the bed. Tommy’s arms tightened, the sheets rustling as his body shuffled closer.

“Where are you goin’?”

“Hush. I’m going out to the stables. You’re still half asleep.”

Before she could move further, she found herself underneath a suddenly wide-awake Thomas Shelby. She blinked up at his blue eyes, allowing herself to drown in them. His hands on her body grounding her, reminding her that this was real. 

“Not waking up without you in me bed, Adeline. Not again.”

Her heart clenched. This pain she understood though because she shared it. Each morning she’d woken up without Tommy had broken a small piece of her. The longer she’d been with Sidney, the more she’d feared that so many small, broken pieces would add up to her whole self being destroyed long before they were reunited. Cupping his face with her hand she smiled up at him. 

“Then get up. I’m going to go visit my horse.” 

Tommy laughed as he leaned down, pressed a kiss to her lips. She felt the smile in it. 

“Sound like a Shelby with statements like that.”

“As good as. We’re stronger together,” Adeline admitted. The truth felt like glass in her throat, but she’d resolved to stop lying to herself. Everything Alfie had told her, everything she knew, but was terrified to admit to herself crystalized in that moment. Being apart had nearly killed her. Had nearly killed the family. Remaining together had to be better. “I don’t like it - I know the danger I putting you, the boys - Polly, everyone in. My waking nightmare from the war followed me home, and like an idiot, I brought it to your doorstep. It frightens me more than anything, but I learned my lesson. We Shelby’s are a formidable family when we’re united. It’s the best way to keep the nightmares at bay.” 

Tommy didn’t respond. His eyes never wavered and she found herself once again lost in the blue of them. How she’d managed to breathe without seeing his face might just prove her mother correct about God and miracles. Silently, Tommy lifted himself from the bed and Adeline found herself entranced by the feline grace with which he moved. She wet her bottom lip with her tongue, and caught the way Tommy’s gaze darkened when he caught it. 

“Go see to your horse before I change me mind and keep you wrapped up in bed all day,” Tommy ordered, a frown on his face. 

As though recognizing that a sort of fragile peace had descended upon the Shelby household, the skies were a clear blue when Adeline walked to the stables. The air still had a bite to it, but she enjoyed the way it smelled. Not all countryside smelled the same. When she’d been with Sidney, there’d been plenty of fresh air, plenty of countryside, but it smelled of France, of fucking Russia. Nothing smelled like England, and here at Arrow House, she could still catch the faintest whiff of Birmingham in the air. Of course, when she’d first told Tommy that years ago, he’d laughed, then frowned and threatened to find a new house, one without the stench of “fuckin’ Birmingham” tainting it. When she’d told him she quite liked the way it smelled because it signaled home to her, he’d fucked her there in the open for God and all to see. He’d spent the rest of the day picking random pieces of grass from her hair. 

“There’s my girl,” Adeline said, a note of reverence in her tone. “Have you missed me? The lads been taking good care of you?” 

Renata nickered at her, nosed against her hand. She knew Curly had taken excellent care of the horse. As Tommy’d told her, he was part horse himself. Adeline chuckled as she pulled a quartered apple from her pocket. Holding the treat up, she smiled at Renata who gummed it into her mouth. 

“There now, see? I know better than to come back empty-handed,” Adeline told her as she passed another piece of apple along. As apologies went, she still found it ridiculous, but given her current circumstance, she wondered if presenting each member of the Shelby household with a horse of their own would help smooth things over for her. Maybe two horses. And an apple. 

Walking to the tack neatly sorted along the back wall, she felt Renata’s eyes on her, a small smile on her face at the knowledge. Adeline shook her head; the horse was just like Tommy in that way, always watching her. Selecting a brush from the wall, she tested the fibers against the palm of her hand before taking it back to the stall. Letting herself in, she slowly trailed her hand down Renata’s back, up to her neck; made sure to scratch behind her ears before beginning to brush her. Adeline found the routine calming. The mindlessness of the task allowed her brain to still, at least for a moment. 

For a while, she’d had a horse in France, well, it wasn’t exactly hers, but she’d had unfettered access to him, and they’d bonded. Of course, one morning when she’d gone out to the stables to greet him, the 14-hand midnight black Andalusian was gone. Glancing down at Renata, she blinked back tears. Asking about that black horse never crossed her mind back then. Like so many things during the war, the horse existed in a state of ephemerality. Part of why she liked Birmingham was that it was so opposite - nothing changed, not anything of significance.  

“He almost shot her one night,” John’s voice broke the peace of the moment. 

Adeline’s hands stilled as his words registered. Spinning on her heel to face him, she knew her face must be a mess of emotions. “What?” 

“Tom got drunk, well, he was always fuckin’ drunk, but this night was different. Been ‘bout six months since you’d abandoned ‘im, abandoned us. Pol, well, she’d taken to followin’ ‘im ‘round, makin’ sure he didn’t do nothin’ foolish. Saw him wavin’ his pistol ‘round like a bloody lunatic. Got to ‘im just in time, too. She hauled him by his ear back into the house. Me ‘n Arthur put him to bed.” 

Her grip on the brush tightened, knuckles turning white. She opened her mouth, but what the fuck could she say? 

“Didn’t think ‘bout it at the time, but Michael and Isaiah went down to London. Nothin’ too strange ‘bout that now, not with Alfie, but there’d been this weird fight at the Garrison ‘round that time, too. They didn’t go to London, though, did they?” 

Adeline shook her head. Turning away from Renata, she left the stable, ignoring the way her hands trembled. Facing the tack wall, she walked to it, placed the brush back, and grabbed a set of tack. Draping them over the stall door, she attempted to gather her thoughts. Leaving had been nearly impossible. As though she’d left her skin behind, and only her bones had gone with Sidney that day. Coming back felt impossible. Stepping back into the skin she’d left behind impossible. The parts didn’t fit together anymore. Her bones had been warped into something different. She hadn’t expected anyone to make it easy for her. Knew they’d each take their pound of flesh, but John’s reaction seemed deeper. Like he was working out his demons on her. If that’s what he needed, then she’d let him take it, but she’d get around to discovering what was truly bothering him. Later. Once he’d worked it all out on her. If nothing else, her skin was thick. 

“You Shelby’s have all created this fuckin’ perfect image of me, even though you’ve only known this version of me, but John,” Adeline paused, took a breath. “Sidney - he’s seen so much more of me. Second only to Alfie, and even then it would be a coin toss difference. Sidney…broke parts of me, stole parts that I’ll never get back because time doesn’t fix everything. I couldn’t risk him breaking any of you because the thought of what he might do, what he could do to any of you - those thoughts keep me up at night.”

She watched his brow furrow. Saw him take the toothpick from his mouth, then stick it right back in as though he’d forgotten what he’d meant to do with it in the first place. She understood.

“Sounds like you’re scared of ‘im.” 

“Aye.” 

“Not like you to be scared of someone.” 

Adeline laughed bitterly. “Oh John-boy, it’s very like me to be scared of Sidney. Been scared of him since the day we met. I work hard to hide it, to pretend it’s not true because it would give him a sort of power over me that I cannot abide, but I still think he knows. Pretty sure he enjoys it. Can’t blame him for it. You’d enjoy it too if you knew you were the only person in the whole bloody world that terrified Arke.”

John became so still that Adeline wondered if he was even breathing. “What did he do to you, Addie?”

Tears burned in her eyes. She blinked furiously to hold them back. Damn Shelby’s. Still, she squared her shoulders and faced him. She’d promised no more running.

“You were in the war,” Adeline spoke, the words harsh. “What do you think he did to a naive young woman to transform her into the most whispered-about weapon the British had during the war? I was the shadow behind every nightmare. I was the warning tale whispered about in corridors. I’ve blood on my hands, John - so much of it I could fill the Thames.” 

Adeline’s shoulders sagged. She abandoned the pretense of saddling Renata and closed the stall firmly behind her. When she’d first come back, when Alfie’d found her, she’d dream about it - those first days with George - Sidney. How Alfie had known to provide her with some training, to teach her how to survive during their sojourn to Calais…it didn’t matter, but she’d owe him for that until the day she died. 

“I thought he was dead,” Adeline whispered, words caught in her throat. “Killed a lot of men to make sure I died with him. That Arke died with him. That day at the races - he was there. Like a ghost. Like a nightmare. But I couldn’t wake up from this one. Not this time. Me luck had run out.” 

“Should have trusted us to help you.” 

Oh how she wanted to slap him. Instead, she closed her hand into a fist, and clenched her jaw so tightly it ached. “You’re not fuckin’ listening.”

John shook his head. “You and Tom both treat the rest of us like bloody bin-men. Just good enough for a fuckin’ catch and ferry. Do this. Kill ‘im. Collect the money.” 

“Men like Sidney don’t bother with bin-men, John.” 

“I don’t need you bloody well protectin’ me all the time.” 

“Good thing I don’t do it for you. I’m a fuckin’ selfish woman, John boy. I protect you, I do everything I can think of to keep you, all of you, safe because I wouldn’t survive your loss. Hate me if you need to,” Adeline nodded. “Dead men don’t hate. Dead men are just dead.” 

John didn’t respond. He kept looking at her though. Like every other man in her life, she wondered what he looked for, what he saw. She didn’t ask. Tried to avoid asking questions she didn’t want answered. She knew, now - years too late, of course, what Sidney meant about having weaknesses. Not only had she failed to kill the one person who could destroy her without actually taking her life, she’d brought him a whole family to use against her. Maybe it was cowardly of her to want to keep them all safe, keep them for herself, keep them away from Sidney and his machinations. Perhaps John was right, too. Doubting them, doubting their skill, their ability to stay alive, to fight - it was both insulting and dangerous. A thin line between knowing they’re the Peaky Blinders scared of nothing and no one, and getting themselves killed for being fools. They were all fools in the end. 

After long moments, John nodded his head. He took the tack from her and walked over to Renata. Adeline followed him, watched the way he ran his hands over her flank, teased her nose with his fingers. Like Tommy, he seemed a natural with the horse. 

“You know Linda’s your fault,” John said as though commenting on the weather. 

Adeline smirked, thankful for the ceasefire. Seemed she might get her family back in spite of her missteps and Sidney’s continued fucking existence. 

“My fault?”

John nodded. “Arthur fell apart when you left. Snow.” 

Adeline cursed under her breath. 

“Not sure even Arthur remembers how he met Linda, but one day she was just there. Thought Pol was gonna take her tongue the first time they met with the way Linda was goin’ on ‘bout God and damnnation, but then Arthur started gettin’ better. Less snow. Less drinkin’. ‘Course he had a woman at home tellin’ him exactly what to eat, when to sleep - when to work, or not work.”

“What’s she got to do with business?”

“Nothin’,” John told her with a shake of his head. “She doesn’t believe in what we do. Don’t mind livin’ on the money Arthur brings home, but she convinced Arthur to only work during the day. See, the devil works at night, and she calls what we do the devil’s work. Has him home each night for supper.”

Adeline snorted. “We both know it’s not supper she wants him home for.” 

“Figured as much. Since Arthur wouldn’t make anything official with you gone, figured she’d be looking for other ways to attach herself to the family.” 

Adeline froze, a whole new type of terror gripping her. Everything about Linda made her want to shoot the woman between the eyes and be done with it, but if she’d kept Arthur alive while she’d been…away, then perhaps she owed the woman an opportunity to fall in line. But, she knew women like Linda. Been raised by one. 

“If she gets pregnant I’ll throw her in the Cut myself soon as the babe’s born.”

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#peaky blinders #tommy shelby #thomas shelby #thomas shelby x oc #tommy shelby x oc #john shelby #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders fanfiction

[edutainer2022]

I don't know where this came from - probably from pondering the ever elusive math of there being Mercury Seven, yet five Tracy boys.

CW: mention of pregnancy and miscarriage (nothing graphic); mention of a character death (Tracy Mom).

Jeff Tracy randomly talked in my head. He loves his boys so, so much. That's it, that's the story.

MERCURY SEVEN

As far as Jeff Tracy was concerned, he did have seven children - the full Mercury Seven. He just got to meet only five of them - a gift he cherished more than air in a cosmic vacuum, more than life itself.

He knew he wanted to marry Lucy Evans and spend every better or worse the world had to offer with her, till death them did part, some time by the middle of their first date. He actually proposed by their third - going down on one knee and all. It was a whirlwind romance, spinned even faster by him being enlisted and due at an AirForce base, with a clear eye on the ultimate prize - astronaut training. One of the nights he woke up from muffled keening in the bathroom - she was curled on the tiles, obviously in pain. Lucy thought she was cramping, going on her period - it was a bit late, but within a margin for her not to wonder anything else. By the time she made it out of bed and to the sink she was bleeding and dizzy, and in a world of pain. Jeff scooped her up and rushed them to the overnight ER, without waiting for 911 to arrive. That's how they learned they lost a baby they didn't have the time to know and process they had.

They held each other for hours, after, sharing grief and love, and now a newfound fear that their dream of a family may not come to pass. It did. By the time Jeff had to leave for training, they knew they were expecting again. The pregnancy had no complications and baby Scotty arrived just perfect, if in a rush. Decades down the line Jeff would never stop to marvel at the feeling of overwhelming joy and humility, like he was in a presence of a true miracle, when he could hold the first child he got to meet. Not even going to space for the first time or setting foot on Mars could come close. But he would always carry rue in his heart for Scotty's big brother or sister that they lost.

He knew his wife shared the sense of wonder and could never get enough of the heady rush of love. So four more children lit up their world in all colors and sounds of happiness. Their incredible, beautiful boys. His amazing beloved shining through in each one of them.

The seventh child was, of course, the one they never got to have together, when the avalanche ripped her away from their world, tearing his heart out in the process. He mourned them too. The what if of yet another gift of a miracle, lost for good.

Loss haunted, hunted him for eight long years, snarling at his heart, threatening to shatter his soul into frozen shards. Once safely back from his exile, the records of his boys' lives and work would sometimes make his blood run cold again. Every minute account of a barely dodged chance he could have lost a son. The ones they were aware of, and the ones they dismissed (or glossed over). So many it felt, at times, like he could drown in grief. The loss never came to pass, or he wouldn't have survived, but the grief? Oh the grief and fear were real. It took a conscious effort to remind himself the boys were all there, in one piece, tangible within his reach. He certainly never missed a chance to reassure himself with a touch, or a squeeze of the hand, or a hug, or a kiss on the forhead (some way too hard to reach now), or a silent vigil over a sleeping form, or just watching them go about their usual daily routine. He would never again miss a slightest chance to be close to his children, letting the overwhelming warmth and wonder settle in, expelling the chill of the deep space void. Expelling the paralyzing loss of the five precious sons he got to meet again.

#thunderbirds are go #jeff tracy #lucy tracy #jeff tracy needs a license update in fathering #jeff tracy needs a hug #methinks i have astronomy #my fic

[theeonlyroman]

@lovelyladyabsinthewrites: This is inspired by her hcs and story on Homelander being obsessed with his sister. Everyone go check her work out! It’s great! 😊

Homelander’s Odd Obsession I HCs

You were born a decade after HL, only meant to be his younger sister and primarily as a way to ease his already budding psychotic behavior.

It failed, when they introduced you both and made the mistake of “rejecting him” which made HL attempt to kill you when you were born merely children. But he failed to do so primarily because your body was indestructible so Vought had no choice but to send you away on an alternate path.

Stan Edgar being one of the few people to save you from ending up as “bad product�� decided to have you raised under a more controlled environment where the outcome is for you to become the “All-American, Feminist Hero” as a way to show the public that they can come up with the times and that even corporate America believes in the feminist movement.

In regards to your power there was two distinct things about you that separated you from HL, your body is high in zinc and essentially given the “cheat code” to already have the knowledge and fighting capabilities in martial arts this being implemented in your brain as a fetus. Two primary factors that makes HL weaker compared to you that will play a major role in your relationship to The Boys.

You grew up as an “All American Girl in middle class suburbia”; your “parents” (Vought) gave you the perfect life, you had excelled in pretty much everything, joined school events, participated in school sports, had great friends (employees of Vought) yada yada yada every aspect of your life was carefully cultivated to “perfection” for the benefit of Vought.

But what made this “unique” was Stan Edgar who had taken an interest in your growth who had acted as your school guidance counselor, who in a odd way reminded you of the Cheshire Cat.

You graduated from your high school as valedictorian at the top of your class and was “tearfully” sent off to college by Stan Edgar himself who promised that he’d be there with you every step of the way. Interesting right?.

You were soon accepted into Godolkin University with a full ride scholarship with your major being supe medical sciences.

It was then you were spotted by none other than HL himself, what had peeked his interest about you was that you had shared the same shocking blue eyes as he did and he couldn’t easily spot you because of the high amounts of zinc in your body.

But your fatal mistake is that much like the others you idolized Homelander, you aspired to be just like him and your goal was to fight crime alongside him as a member of The Seven.

So HL being well HL decided to introduce himself to you under the guise of being a mentor to which you had eagerly taken too and because of this HL was charmed by you.

He loved that you had practically worshipped the ground he walked on and listened to his every word, you were an eager protege that looked at him as though he hung the moon and stars but most importantly you were able to keep up with him in terms of power which made him even more eager to be around you.

But there was two things he couldn’t shake and that was your eye color and the high amount of zinc in your body that only a select few knew that he couldn’t see.

So he decided to “investigate” but that really meant terrorizing Ashley into giving him information and making The Deep his dumbass lap dog.

It was then he discovered that your carefully hidden file, he learned that you are his sister by blood and the purpose of your creation was that you were meant for him but had been sent off because he had tried to kill you and rather than Vought “putting you down” (which would’ve been virtually impossible) they had sent you away on a much different path.

But HL didn’t read your file as the truth he read it as Vought cruelly depriving him of the one thing he desperately wanted and that was a family so he responded in his usual fashion and imposed his will on Vought and purposing the idea of the “Superhero and spunky sidekick trope”. HL cleverly stated that by him being the strongest and choosing you as his protege will benefit Vought in two ways; 1. Your a woman and 2. He will eventually name you as leader to The Seven. Which will benefit Vought in terms of popularity polls for a multitude of reasons i.e. feminism, corporate America, yada yada yada

Stan had no choice but to not only agree with this but to finally allow you and HL to officially become apart of each other lives.

So what that means for you is that not only are you a college student but you will now also be an official member of The Seven as HL’s esteemed protege, your supe name being

“Rosa, The All American Beauty, the girl boss that can do it all!”

So once HL was able to achieve in getting what he wants, he goes to you with “grim news” but really he’s there to tell you that you will officially be a member of The Seven as his protege.

Upon hearing this news you cry happy tears thanking him for this amazing opportunity and give him a genuine hug throwing nothing but genuine praises at him.

He tries to refrain from breaking character but it’s really difficult for him at the time but after sometime he left you (regretfully) to your own devices and he totally started crying happy tears that he’s finally got what he so desperately wanted and when you had hugged him for the first time in a long time it felt like it was genuine and the affection was real and not out of fear.

God that man is touch deprived.

Even though…your entire life was built out of lies but shhhh you don’t know that YET.

#the boys #homelander #stan edgar #reader is op ASF #billy butcher #soldier boy #might make more #might make this a fic #headcanon #reader is a golden retriever #total American Girl Scout #starlight #homelander fanfiction

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The Devil And The Deep Blue Sea | Part Six

Masterlist

Summary: An attack on Arthur’s imprisoned brother Orm leaves him with no choice but to rely upon you, a friend made due to unfortunate circumstances nearly a decade ago, to provide safe haven while he restores peace to Atlantis. Suddenly tasked with sheltering a sullen former king results in a very different summer vacation than you had originally envisioned, but changes both of your lives forever.

Warnings: Bear Attack, Orm Injury, Blood, First Aid, Discussion of Atlantean Healing

Word Count: 2083

By the following weekend, the pile of logs to be split had dwindled significantly. Activity on the lake was picking up again, so you suggested you go on a walk into the woods, to both look for felled trees and get away from the racket.

Your planned route was not arduous, but it was hot in the thick of the trees and sunbaked granite, so you put your bathing suit on underneath your shorts and tank top to be ready to swim as soon as you returned to the lakeshore. You also applied sunscreen to your exposed skin, as he read the back of the bottle curiously.

“We can’t all be as perfect as you…” You teased lightly. “Sunburns are terribly uncomfortable.”

Making sure you each had a bottle of water, and a bucket to collect any blueberries there might be, you headed off with him down the path to the railway tracks. You stopped at the edge and let him take in the space without a freight train barreling through the landscape, before leading him across and deeper into the trees. You were by no means an elegant hiker, but you made your way up the slope of the path, avoiding the mud churned up by ATVs. The two of you noted some trees that had fallen as a result of wind or at the end of the life. He stated he would come back later to collect them.

You emerged from the thick of the trees onto a landscape of granite rocks and twisted jack pine trees. It was a rather foreign landscape compared to the woods or the lakeshore.

“Here is where we might find blueberries.” You said excitedly and headed over to inspect one of the patches of green. You crouched down and carefully ran your fingers through the leaves before picking a few triumphantly. “Aha!”

You enthusiastically began to pick a few more before putting them in your hand and rinsing them with a splash of water from your water bottle. You popped a few in your mouth and smiled as they were still warm from the sun and reminded you of a fresh blueberry pie.

“You enjoy the taste then?” He asked, much closer than you remembered.

You opened your eyes to see him crouching down right in front of you. You held out your hand and he plucked a few from your palm, the tips of his fingers sliding along your skin. You were powerless to stop the shiver that thrilled through you. You watched as he slid the blueberries past his generous lips before popping them with his teeth and nodding.

“They are sweet but not overwhelmingly so…and warm.” He commented.

His words brought you back to the moment and you nodded quickly.

“Exactly. It reminds me of a dessert my mom makes every summer. Blueberry pie.”

He smiled a little at the mention of your mother…And you realized you had listened to his entire life story without sharing any part of your own.

“I would very much like to try it…” He replied.

“Well then we need to pick a lot more of these.” You laughed and settled in to pick everything within your reach, teaching him to pick only the darkest of the berries, leaving the white or green ones to ripen a while longer. As you shifted around the patch, the bucket getting fuller between the two of you, you told him stories of berry picking with your family…of eating more blueberries than you put in the bucket…

As the time passed, however, you began to feel…unnerved. You found yourself looking across the clearing to the edge of the trees until the shadows moved. You inhaled sharply, and his focus was immediately on you.

“Bear.” You said quickly and quietly, and his eyes shot across the clearing to see the black bear emerge fully, sniffing the wind. The animal was startingly large…not like the females that came close to the cottage sometimes. No, this was a huge male that roamed a large territory, and you were now in it.

“Stand up slowly.” You spoke low and even, moving carefully. He followed your direction, shifting subtly to place his entire form between you and the bear. “Wave your arms slowly and talk to me, we have to show we are not prey.”

You both began to wave your arms.

“Are humans not prey for bears, then?”

“No. We are not. This type of bear is a scavenger…they like berries and fish and dead animals.” You peered around his torso and frowned as the bear started huffing defensively, pawing at the ground.

“It might charge.” You said with dread in your voice. You were doing everything the nature books said and yet the bear still seemed threatened. Orm was in and of himself a very threatening being. That may have been the issue.

“It is charging.” He confirmed with surprising calm.

You heard it roar and start across the clearing.

“Hit it in the face!!!” You managed to squeak out and pressed yourself fully against his back, admittedly terrified.

You felt Orm brace for the impact, holding his arms out to defend you as the snarling bear drew closer. It let out a bellow as it plowed into him, sliding the two of you backwards along the bare rock, but Orm kept his feet, and you were able to do the same by wrapping your arms around his waist. The bear reared up and snarled again as it swiped at Orm’s left arm with its wicked claws before you felt Orm shift and slam his right fist into its muzzle.

The bear let out a rather pathetic noise, one of pain mixed with surprise, as it tumbled back. It scrambled to its feet and scampered off into the woods. At least the books were right about that – black bears could indeed be scared off by fighting back. You unwrapped your arms from Orm’s torso and stood, immediately seeing the angry gashes on his forearm. He turned to face you once the bear was out of sight and seemed much more focused on your wellbeing. You grabbed your water bottle and quickly dumped it over his wound.

“Bear claws are filthy.” You babbled, adrenaline making your hands shake a little. You needed to stop the bleeding. You paused, trying to formulate a plan, before pulling your shirt up and off, folding it into a long strip. As Orm looked on curiously, you pressed the center of the fabric strip to this wound, wrapping it under his arm before pulling the ends back to the front and tying them tightly over the wound to put pressure on it. You picked up his hand and pressed your finger into his skin, pleased to see the blood flow replenish the colour quickly.

“We have to get you back to the cottage…” You turned to pull him back to the path, away from the bear, but he pulled you back to him, the fingers of his good hand sliding under your chin, raising your eyes to his.

“Are you alright?” He asked calmly, seemingly unfazed by what had transpired.

You blinked and nodded dumbly, forcing yourself to take a few calming breaths.

“Yes, sorry, thank you.” You murmured sheepishly.

“Then we can go.” He nodded and let go of your chin, leaning down to pick up the bucket of hard-won blueberries, before letting you lead him back down the path in your bathing suit and shorts.

Neither of you seemed inclined to break contact, and so you held his hand the entire way, taking him straight into the bathroom. You motioned for him to sit on the stool and took out the first aid kit. Your hands were thankfully no longer shaking. You unwrapped your ruined shirt and dropped it directly into the garbage bin. You grabbed some antiseptic and looked to him apologetically.

“This might sting a little…” You knelt on the ground to be face-to-face with the wound on his forearm as you very carefully cleaned it out. You could see right before your own eyes he was already healing; the bleeding had stopped. The bear’s claws had not been able to cut very deep into his Atlantean flesh, but the wound still needed care. You added anti-bacterial cream before closing each gash with sets of steri-strips, offsetting and trimming them with careful precision. You placed gauze over the wounds and wrapped it with bandages.

“Too tight?” You asked once you’d tied it.

“Not at all.” He murmured and you nodded before cleaning up.

“Between you and me, we’re going to use a whole first aid kit before this month is out.” You muttered ruefully as you changed the Band-Aid on your thumb. You looked back to him, still sitting on the stool. “Are you in pain?”

“I will be fine. Thank you,” he replied, making eye contact again. “for your prompt care and the sacrifice of your garment…”

You shook your head quickly.

“I would have died…the thanks are all mine…” You blinked as you remembered he’d just punched a huge land animal. You quickly picked up his right hand and examined his knuckles, putting gentle pressure on the bones of his hand. “Is your hand ok?”

He nodded as his fingers closed around yours, gently turning you hand and lifting your knuckles to his lips. “I am fine.” He confirmed again before pressing a kiss to your skin.

The air shuddered from your lungs, stunned that hands so strong could feel so soft…that a mouth that could speak so harshly had such tender lips.

“I…” You dropped your eyes and they looked around for something to focus on, landing on the bucket of blueberries. “I will get these cleaned up then.” You slipped your hand from his, grabbing the blueberries and fleeing to the kitchen.

The intensity of your body’s response to him was overwhelming, particularly when it mixed with the residual adrenaline. You rinsed the blueberries carefully and lay them out to dry on paper towel, before going down to the lake for a swim. You needed to cool off and calm down or you would absolutely embarrass yourself further.

You jumped in and dunked yourself a number of times before simply floating, the frenzied feeling leeching away into the water. As you climbed out of the lake, he offered you a towel…making you realized you’d forgotten to bring one with you.

“Thank you.” You smiled sheepishly and wrapped yourself up in it. “So.” You looked to him. “Blueberry pie?”

He nodded softly and you headed up to the cottage together. You changed into real clothes and worked with him to make the filling and crust before assembling the pie. Once it was in the oven, you pulled down a wine glass. “I am going to have a glass of mead, an alcoholic beverage made with honey. Would you like to try some?”

“Yes, please.” He answered and you grabbed another glass. You poured a tasting size portion for him and a proper glass for yourself, before bringing the bottle with you as you sat in the living room to relax while the pie baked. He sniffed and swirled the mead before tasting it and you were once again struck by the cultural similarities – though how beverages were serviced and ingested in the ocean was something you would ask him about later. He gave you a nod of approval and you added to his glass.

The warmth of the alcohol spread from the centre of your body out to the tips of your fingers and toes, relaxing you deeply. As you drank, you took the opportunity to tell him about your life – your family, your childhood. The timer beeped once the pie finished, and you pulled it out to cool. Together, you threw together some leftovers for dinner and continued drinking and talking over your meal and dessert.

Thankfully the pie turned out to be worth it effort he had put into collecting those blueberries with you, and you finished the night by cleaning the kitchen. The very close encounter with that bear had truly driven home the importance of keeping the cottage clean. By bedtime, the bottle was empty. You were both thoroughly relaxed, and he was also well-versed in your life in turn. Crawling into bed, it was not a struggle to fall asleep. You melted into the sheets boneless after the effort of the day and slept soundly through the night.

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Masterlist

#orm x reader #orm marius x reader #orm imagine #orm fic #orm marius imagine #orm marius fic #ocean master x reader

[mamamittens]

Yandere Ace and Yamato reacting to their shared darling (those two are also yandere for each other) wanting to start a family with them

I feel like this depends just a little on who's going to be fathering/carrying the kiddo (for blood related start a family stuff). If Ace is involved in fathering, he's both thrilled you'd want this and horrified of passing on his 'cursed bloodline'. But if you really wanted it, he'd do it. And probably find he's a little too into the forbideness of it along with how close it makes you guys. The pregnancy would wig him out though, total unhinged paranoia. Desperately reassuring you of your safety and Yamato will have to work hard to reel him in.

He just... Really doesn't want you to share the same fate as his mom. Very proactive and overprotective the whole time. So is Yamato but it's... Definitely different for Ace.

And I'm not totally sure how chill Yamato would be carrying a kid to term, that's ah... It's a bit squirrely since I'm not trans so I don't feel comfortable totally deciding that. I didn't get the best first impression of him so I'll just leave it at that since this is very much out of my wheelhouse as someone apathetic about gender but ultimately comfortable with my assigned gender. Yamato does seem very comfortable in his body without any sort of breast binding but who knows, maybe it's just a different ballpark to tits for him?

For adoption, they'd gladly do a fun road trip to find the perfect kiddo (or kids) to scoop up and make a family. They'd skew towards a kid that looks/reminds them of you since it's more for your benefit than theirs necessarily. But they would eventually really bond with the kid, regardless of relation to you three. This would definitely be more comfortable for them compared to you carrying out a pregnancy though. And Ace would be pleased to emulate his preferred father figure without risking them with his blood.

#one piece #mittens answers #one piece yandere #tw: pregnancy

[miso-sopas]

Hummingbird

summary: You always wanted to see your favorite birds for the last time with Mikey.

pairing: RotTMNT Michelangelo x Reader

notes: References to Metro Boomin and James Blake’s ‘Hummingbird'

It’s up to you guys but when I was listening to the song and writing I was in love, happy, and sad at the same time LMAO

1079 words (not including the lyrics)

(ao3)

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Bathe in the world of pink and orange, you enjoyed the rare solitude the damaged world offers you. Your beloved beside you, form relaxed but still on alert as he accompanies you on your designated quiet cliff near the camp. It was open with damaged trees and rubble but the mysterious fresh air it gives you both does wonders to your tired forms. 

The air between you and Mikey is stilled with content, his tired arms wrapped around your shoulder and his hand enclosed between your hands, bodies pressed together as it could be. At any given time where he can be with you without stress and responsibilities, he insists on being close to you as much as possible. Your head rests above his shoulder, breathing the same rhythm and air as he had, almost more intimate than a kiss as it ensures you both that you are still breathing. Still living in this hellhole. 

You had each other and that's what matters.

“I know it's futile but I always wanted us to go to that bird sanctuary I’ve told you about before, to show you my favorite birds.”

From above, oddly there were few surviving flocks of birds flying over. Music that just makes both of your time now more special. “Birds?” You hummed as your free hand slowly caressed his cheeks up to his stray hairs, noting yourself to brush and fix his ponytail for him, "I always wanted to bird watch hummingbirds, y'know. They seem so cute and cool."

Your favorite thing in the world, his grin that never fails to lighten up anything, even more beautiful than the dusk itself in front of you. He eagerly gifts you this as it never fails to make you smile back, his favorite thing from you. Kissing the side of your head, he hums and smells the faint shampoo and soap from one of the camp’s supplies. It’s hardly detectable but with your scent and just feeling your breathing chest, it’s the roses and goldmine of this annihilated world. "Sure sweetness, I'll take you to see them someday," Mikey mumbles as you smile back towards the chilly evening. 

"Hummingbirds..."

Hummingbird, summer song

Has it brought my life back?

Hangin' in the balance

Have you brought the light back?

Where life becomes faded with pink and rust, there is still that sunshine warmth enveloping his skin. Despite being cold-blooded, in his arms you might say that he’s the perfect representation of the sun.

Your fingers never stop caressing his aging cheeks, stress lines drawing on his forehead and near his eyes but you always told him that he is beautiful. Not still but always. He never changes despite where the world forces him into. He remains a loyal warrior to the cause, a brother to his beloved and strong family, a lover who always cherishes your cuddles given the little time you two had. 

His hair growing out from his scalp, both of you trying your best to make it soft and bearable for him during his patrols. His braids were delicately sewn together from your calloused fingers. You make sure to kiss his hands whenever you have the chance, to remind him that even if his shoulders are heavy his hands are still capable of holding his world. You. 

“You know you can always share anything with me, right Mikey?” You once whispered to him, under the broken lights and thin cots, where mumbles of prayers and hidden crying can be heard. It was a bad night, nothing new but there was something terrible, but you want to be there for your husband. Him. Your life.

He didn’t say anything, but from the slight quiver from his mouth you proceeded to hug him tightly and softly scratch his calloused shell. The softness of this moment made Mikey’s heart softer and tougher for you, so maybe even in this world of death and anguish, there is hope.

But hope is for the people to crave for.

When I saw a cold snap

I wasn't with the season

Tag was on the ankle

And outside, there was a ceiling

In here, paper walls are

Pushin' back on you like

Eventually you push through

The moment that you realise

You are afraid that in every step, in every trust you each other have in maintaining order and survival, each loved one is sacrificed for the good.

Splinter.

Cassandra.

Raphael.

Usagi.

Now, in the medical cot lies Donnie where his chest is painfully rising, wanting to stay awake and live on. Wanting to breathe again to finish his projects against the Krang. Wanting to still be alive with his remaining family. Mikey was distraught, like dominoes falling one by one his family fell. He still hasn’t moved one from his father’s death and certainly never will.

He remains beside his purple brother, mumbling to someone that can hear his prayer for his brother’s survival. To make him stay alive and well, to let him get back in kicking asses again.

In the following day Mikey let out another gut-wrenching scream as you kept on holding him closer to you as possible. To mold both of your bodies, to remind him that you and his remaining family are still here. Your hands swim carefully to each thread of his hair, his snot and tears fall to you like honey, sticky yet warm from indescribable despair.

You felt another pair of arms encircling you both, a soft ‘Master Michelangelo’ breezes through your ears. Casey Jr. whimpered in pain and sought peace towards you, your arms now enclosing on two individuals that needed all the love they could get. You kissed each of their foreheads and hummed a lullaby. 

Leo and April watch you all three, with eyes still bearing tears they had a smile on their face. Warmed by the sight of assurance that there is still hope and love remaining. The blue warrior examines his right arm, tough limbs that once belonged to his older brother, and clenches his fist. 

The moment when you realise

There's someone there that needs you

Lap band on the feelings

I tax them for no reason

I added love 'cause love is unconditional

I count on love, I count on love

'Cause love is unconditional within reason

“Come back to me, Mikey, please…”

“I will, because I already planned a trip to go to that sanctuary.”

“Even if it’s likely just a dead land with no birds?”

“Even if it is… as long as you are with me it’s worth it.”

“And as long as you can hold my hand…”

Pieces of him dissolve in bright light, his final strength exchange for Casey’s survival to another world. He doesn’t regret it, better yet he was excited. As he last saw the dreadful world, he remembers your breath on his cheek the last time he ever cuddled beside you. The day where he came back to your camp all in despair and silent, your face sleeps in calmness in contrast to the apocalypse around. 

“We’ll be seeing those hummingbirds after all.”

And hummingbird (hummingbird)

I know that's our time (I know that's our time)

But stay on (stay, stay on)

Stay on, stay on with me (stay on, stay)

And hummingbird (hummingbird)

I can never unsee (I can never)

What you've shown me (you, you, you)

Stay on, stay on

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Can be read as stand alone OR an AU from RYWIA where instead of Reader ending up with our baby blue she fell in love with our sunny boy. PLEASE my boy Mikey is underrated, he deserves to be loved and cherished too, so as my way of showing it I wrote an angst :) (I think I need some help)

#x reader #fanfic #rottmnt #tmnt michelangelo #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt michelangelo #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rise mikey #tmnt mikey x reader #angst #romantic #gender neutral reader #misou-rottmmt

[icey--stars]

Born For Tragedy: Eris x OC

Series Index (complete)

She was tragedy. Nothing except death, fear and pain followed in her wake. When she was young, she was beaten. Now she’s the one doing the beating as an assassin. A mysterious stranger comes to her, paying an absurd amount of money for her to kill Beron Vanserra, and protect the eldest son until the job is done. She stumbles across a story much similar to her own, and knows what must be done.

a/n: ah, this series will be so much fun. i hope you all enjoy it as much as i do! and as just a reminder: this series has many continuous warnings about abuse (domestic violence), death and killing. please be aware of them! there will also be quite a few instances of insecurity and self-hatred.

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It was her first day of work in the Forest House. A servant’s job. A very unsuspecting role for the most deadly assassin on Prythian. Valda never really liked the role of a servant either, but it was the only open role that was close enough, and easy enough to play while she gathered information.

Two weeks ago, Valda had been approached by a mysterious Illyrian male. She couldn’t discern anything except that little prize bit of information. But, alas, most of her clients were like this. They didn’t want their identity shared. However, this male was absurd. He was willing to pay an unreal amount of gold for her work. He wanted her to kill Beron Vanserra, the High Lord of the Autumn Court, and protect Eris, his eldest son. A strange request, but for the absurd amount of gold, and the leniency they allowed on time, she would at least try.

A job position had opened in the Forest House. A servant, who was responsible for cleaning the Royal Quarters. It was perfect for Valda to sneak around. Even better, as a High Fae, she might be able to find more respect for her position, and perhaps even get close enough to get some personal information.

“Come with me,” the head maiden ordered, waving out a broom and pan toward Valda.

Valda took them from her and inspected the wood minutely while the maiden gathered her own cleaning materials: a hamper for clothes and sheets and a duster.

“You better not be opposed to getting your hands dirty, girl,” she growled.

The orange sleeves that were cut to allow her thumb to slip through an opening might’ve made it seem like she didn’t like getting dirty, she supposed, but it was far from the truth. After all, as an assassin, blood covered her hands much too often.

“I’m not opposed in the slightest,” Valda assured. “But you never did tell me your name.”

The head maiden sighed, and replied tiredly, “My name is Nova. Yours is…” Nova trailed off, looking expectantly at her.

“Adira Void,” Valda replied. It was her alias for the time being. She couldn’t very well go around calling herself Valda Callahan, the Shadow. Every one would either run, or try to kill her, and that wouldn’t be very good for her, now would it?

Nova dipped her head briefly, just enough to show acknowledgment. “Great, let’s go,” she directed.

Valda followed the head maiden out of the swinging doors of the servant’s area, and down into the intricately decorated hallways of the Forest House. “Where are we going?” She asked curiously.

“Lord Eris’s room. You best be a good cleaner, girl. He’s the type to notice a mess up.”

Valda noticed that Nova did not, indeed, care that she now knew Valda’s alias. She still called her girl, a taunt for someone new in the business.

“I have experience,” Valda replied. “Don’t fret.”

Nova scoffed. Utterly rude, Valda thought. Nova was likely one of the types that only paid respect to those higher than her, which were the visiting lords and the royal family of Vanserras.

In truth, Valda did have experience. During her time with the Masters, she’d been forced onto cleaning duty often enough.

They turned right, into a hallway that had even more decorations than the last. There were tapestries hung up high from the walls, depicting whatever they wanted. There were also paintings, most of either Beron or the Lady of the Autumn Court, Merle. A few of their sons, but none depicting previous rulers. Which Valda honestly should’ve expected from such a narcissistic High Lord.

“This is the Royal Quarters,” Nova explained. “You’ll be mainly working here unless I tell you otherwise. The cleaning and upkeep of Lord Eris’s and Lord Jax’s rooms are your responsibility alone. Sometimes you will assist with the High Lord’s. I’ll help you only for a few days, but then you’ll be alone. The last one Beron hired was executed, so be smart.”

Valda swallowed at that. What would tick the heirs and rulers so much they’d execute a servant? She’d heard of it done with Amarantha, but nobody else. Cauldron boil her, that bitch had fucked up everything for those fourty-nine years. Valda had been forced to live up down in the Spring Court, where everything was still semi-alright.

“You’ll also deliver food. If you can’t hold respect for everyone here, you deserve that execution. Don’t be an idiot, and add ‘my lord’ or something like that to the end of every sentence,” Nova continued. “Understand?”

“I’m trained in court, Nova,” Valda drawled. “Don’t have such little faith in me.”

“That’s exactly why I have so little faith,” Nova snapped. “You keep talking back. You might be High Fae, but others have been killed for as little as the wrong meal delivered.”

Valda glared at Nova for a moment, before she picked up the scuff of boots against the hardwood floors. Her head shot up to see who was coming.

She instantly recognized Eris Vanserra. His red hair was slicked back across his head, and his amber eyes gleamed with barely any light. Valda didn’t know if it was from his life full of killing, Under the Mountain, or rather just an Eris thing. She didn’t want to find out either.

Nova backed away toward the wall, head bowed. Valda stepped to the side, standing taller than Nova by a lot. She didn’t bow her head.

Eris paused beside Valda, looking her up and down. “New meat,” he said plainly. “Who are you?” His beautifully structured face was blank and devoid of any emotion.

“She is Adira, my lord,” Nova answered. “This is her first day. We’re on our way to clean your quarters, general.”

Eris met her eyes, which hadn’t lowered in submission the entire time. He took a noticeable sniff of the air, nostrils flaring slightly. “Interesting.” Then the General, and Heir she was to protect, walked off. Valda tried not to feel violated by the obvious distaste and sniff. Cauldron, when had she last bathed? Last week?

Nova slapped her across my arm sharply. Valda flinched, lips curling up in a snarl. Nobody hit her. Not anymore. Nova snapped at her, “Bow your rutting head you damned idiot!”

“He didn’t seem to mind,” Valda pointed out. “And don’t slap me.”

“Until you get it right,” Nova emphasized further by raising her hand again, “I will punish you as I see fit.”

Valda tensed, gritting her teeth as she tried to keep her killing impulses down. When she was young, her parents and brother punished her as they saw fit. Then the Masters had as well. Valda refused to be punished again.

“You can scream at me all you want,” Valda drawled, tone deepening into something she used to intimidate others. “But don’t you dare raise a hand. Scream, and give me more work, but don’t.”

Nova scoffed. “You’re dusting then,” the head maiden decided, handing her the cleaning tool. Valda took it in her other hand and followed Nova down the rest of the hallway until they made it to a set of rooms that Nova turned into. These were Eris’s quarters then. It smelled suspiciously of dogs.

“Start in that room,” Nova pointed. “Then move over.”

“What’s with the dog smell?” Valda questioned, turning to face the door Nova had indicated.

“The general owns many hounds, and they often join him in his chambers. If you ever find one while cleaning, you let them do their own thing, and back off if they growl.”

Simple enough, she decided.

She entered the first room. It seemed to be Eris’s study, with bookshelves covering the walls and a desk set in front of a window. The desk was covered in neatly placed papers and folders. Some had labels, others didn’t. Valda glanced out the window. There was a dogwood tree, with bright red leaves, and a view of what she thought was the gardens or the training area.

Valda set the duster on the ground and began the process of sweeping, taking her sweet time around the desk to try and see what might be happening soon, or if there were any important occurrences in Autumn Court she should be aware of. There was absolutely nothing of interest, much to Valda’s disdain.

Dusting was easy, just a quick few sweeps of the feathered brush, and the dust was gone, not that there was much of it in the first place. As she went over the bookshelves, she eyed a title of one of the many novels adorning it. It was one that she recognized and loved to read. In fact, if she ever retired and established a permanent residence, that book would be the first thing to go into that house. Before even a bookshelf could be built, or a bed is placed against the wall– she’d carry that exact book in first.

It was a fantasy story of a young human writer that told the stories of her life and more. However, it was a fantasy. They did not live in anything near this type of realm. No, in the writer’s realm, they had all sorts of different, mythical technologies and different customs and all sorts of things. There was no magic, and while that world was nowhere near perfect, the young girl writer lived in it, wrote for it, and thrived in it. Valda craved to one day experience that sort of joy the writer had, even if the young girl sometimes had the worst of panic attacks or depression spells. There was always her writing and her books that she could return to. Valda sided with this character a bit too much when she read it.

The young girl wrote of their world. The world of fae, as well as adding magic to her world, testing out how it would change her society and change the way the humans interacted with each other.

Valda would die to read it again. Silently, she contemplated the chances that Eris would notice its disappearance from his bookshelves. A moment went by before she sighed, lowering her head and merely dusting over the loved and worn cover, and continued on her way.

Once the study was done, she moved on to the bedroom, where Nova was finishing up the sheets.

“Hurry!” Nova hissed. “The general will return soon.”

“From where?” Valda questioned, swiftly moving to sweep the floor, gathering up an abundance of short dog hair.

“The sparring ring, now hurry! Hurry! I have to show you the laundry rooms,” Nova hissed. “Give me the duster,” she ordered. “I should’ve known you’d be too slow.”

Valda rolled her eyes and merely handed over the tool, watching as the female swiftly moved to clean the furniture and other bookshelves. There was another copy of that book she loved. She almost stole it again, but alas, if she was found out, she would’ve been either executed or fired. Both of which are not an option at the moment. It would’ve been dumb to fail her job because she wanted a book.

Valda hurried with the sweeping and then followed Nova out of Eris’s chambers. Just as Nova shoved her into the laundry rooms, Valds spotted Eris waltzing down the hallway, humming.

Nova rushed in after her. “Fool, such a fool. Didn’t anyone tell you that the best way to avoid trouble is to not mess with the royals?”

Valda rolled her eyes. “I’m well aware of that fact,” she stated. She was, too. She might’ve been born poor, but she knew that her father certainly hadn’t known that fact when he stole something from a lord and paid for it with his life.

“A fool nonetheless!” Nova exclaimed. “You at least know how to work laundry, right?”

“Give it here,” Valda ordered, accepting the pile of sheets and then placing it in an open machine, easily finding the tools.

“Don’t forget the scent,” Nova said, watching her work. Valda turned to look at Nova. The head maiden sighed, rolling her eyes, and pointed to a container.

Valda managed to get the machine to start, and then Nova assisted her in knowing what to wash out of Eris’s clothing, and how to wash it. Then, Nova told her how each clothing item should be dried, and if it should be ironed.

“Say,” Nova said as Valda neatly folded a button-up shirt for one of the many sons of Beron: Jax, the second oldest. “You’re a High Fae, what’s your magic?”

Valda froze for a moment, trying to conjure a lie or excuse as she forced herself to begin folding again. “I have it,” she said plainly. “It is weak and boring.”

“You’ve got to give me more than that. Where are you from?” Nova asked.

“Why do you want to know?” Valda countered.

“I’m your employer,” Nova stated as if that was an excuse. It most definitely wasn’t in Valda’s opinion. “Show me your magic. You don’t have to tell me your sob of a story.”

Valda sighed. She wasn’t going to get out of this, was she? What could she do? She could do a lot of things. She could kill Nova right here, for one. She could summon a small, fake flame made of pure darkness and say that’s all she can do, or she could continue refusing and piss Nova off.

Valda opted for the second option and rolled her fist out, and stole the darkness from one of the corners of the room, letting it curl up in her palm, and then she forced it to take the shape of a flame, like the candles lighting this room.

“Night Court?” Nova asked. “Where in it?”

Valda turned to meet Nova’s eyes with a glare. “Hewn City,” she snapped and turned back. “No more questions.”

She’d shared too much. Too much and it was her first day. She’d managed to gain nothing on Beron and only managed to find a book she enjoyed in Eris’s chambers and meet the heir himself in one of the weirdest interactions she’d ever had.

Today was a failure. As she lay in the servant’s bedroom, a shared room full of beds that stacked on one another, she told herself determinedly that tomorrow? Tomorrow she’d get something.

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TAGLIST (see post for getting added)

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@imma-too-many-fandoms (<-- do you want to be tagged in future parts?)

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#eris vanserra #eris x oc #eris acotar #acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar fanfic #original character #oc #mywriting

[i-write-boop-spoops]

Leon with an S/O who miscarried headcanons

tw miscarriage

Pretty much the title. This is just a very sad piece. Feel free to skip. If warnings are not tagged correctly, please let me know. Thanks to the anon who requested this, I decided to chose Leon over Steven since I had a few more ideas.

1 brief non-descript mention of blood. Self hatred. Once again, this is very sad piece.

Things were good

Things were better than good

He was the happiest he had been in a long time

Losing the title of champion was perhaps the best thing to ever happen to him

After you of course

He could still battle at a high level

On a much more giving schedule

Without the all the sponsorships and fake smiles and pressure

He could lose – and learn from those losses

At home, things were better still

He had more time to spend with you

Deepening that already strong bond you two shared

You being pregnant, contributed to that too

He was so excited

A sweet family of his own

A little baby, the perfect mix of the two of you

That you’d cherish and love and raise together

And then…

Things weren’t good

They weren’t good at all

Suddenly

You were in pain

Crying

Bleeding

Clutching your stomach

He whisked you off to the nearest hospital

Fearing the worst

He’ll never forget that terrible, sinking feeling

That grief

That anger

Sitting in that room

Arms protectively around you

Listening to that callous doctor coldly tell you that you’d miscarried

He felt so utterly helpless

What’s worse is

Whatever he was feeling, you felt one hundred times worse

No, you weren’t married

And no, your baby wasn’t planned

But that’s not the point

You both wanted that baby so badly

After you got the go ahead, you returned home

While you hadn’t done much preparation yet

Seeing that blanket you had started to crochet made you bawl all over again

You spent that night curled up together, weeping, hearts absolutely aching

He found it so hard to tell his mum and Hop

They were both so excited

Hop already preparing to be the best, coolest uncle in the whole world

But he had to tell them, there was no other way about it

So a day or two after you returned to your flat, he made an unannounced visit to Postwick

You didn’t come, the grief just too much to bear

He made sure to leave you in the comfort of loved ones

Promising to be back soon

As much as it hurt to be without him, you knew he had to

Hop answered the door

Excited and surprised to see his brother

Expression immediately fading at the sight of Leon’s forlorn face

“Lee… is everything okay?”

“We’re… we’re not having a baby anymore,”

Needless to say, there wasn’t a dry eye in Postwick that evening

He returned to you later on that night

With food from his mum

A stuffed toy from Hop

Crawling into bed next to you, holding you tight

Arceus forbid you had publicly announced your pregnancy

The tabloids already had a field day tearing into you for literally everything about your pregnancy

That’s not even mentioning the threats you received from Leon’s crazed sstans

So when your miscarriage was revealed to the public

It felt like the entire world was reveling or exploiting your tragedy in some way

Leon, as a public figure, was practically forced into making a statement

Especially considering his sudden and prolonged leave from the battle tower

Asking for respect and privacy at the time

You received little of either

Even the condolences you got, you didn’t want

The last thing you needed, was for others to remind you of the baby you didn’t have

You blamed yourself

It wasn’t your fault

Miscarriages happen way more often that is ever spoken about

For reasons way beyond your control

Some of your loved ones had experienced it, and you never faulted them

Yet still, you felt as if you had done something wrong

Done something to deserve this

Leon, your champion, was there to disagree

One day, particularly broken after seeing a new family on the street, you cried to him

Why would he evem stay with you? If you lost his baby?

What if you couldn’t give him a family at all?

Of course, he gently rebutted your concerns

Embracing you, holding you close, letting you cry

He loves you so much

And if what transipired was really due to fertility issues, he has the money and connections to get you sorted

Even then, adopting with you, giving a child a loving home, sounded amazing too

Yes, he wants a family

But he wants one with you

Whatever that may look like

This tragedy has emboldened that in you

You want a family with him too

And one day, you will, that he’d make sure of

#tw miscarriage #miscarriage #champion leon #champion leon headcanons #champion leon x reader #leon pokemon headcanons #leon pokemon x reader #leon pokemom #request #angst #pregnancy

[reijitokito]

Pasting my whole don quixote analysis thread to this site cause i want people to see it. Badly. Reminder i use he/she for donki DO NOT BE JARRED!!!

First of all i think the guy has alot of insecurity about her impulsiveness just. digged there but also feels extremely empty so she tries to make up for it by exaggerating parts of her personality.. THERE COULD BE MANY REASONS! possibly he was seen as emotionless due to being mentally Ill and showing obvious autistic symptoms at one point. which can explain her reaction to the mariachis. I believe she also represses her negative reactions to the things he sees on a daily basis and has been for a good chunk of his life which couldve caused some negative reactions in “friends” who would use this to support the wrongful perceptjon of her as emotional. i feel. she’s definitely hiding SOME shit and also may be exaggerating her personality for other reasons such as. A trauma response and i just believe he’s still the smae loving idealistic perosn at heart.. also the things she is possibly hiding dont seem to be anything too horrifying. So far alot of the signs of her steering away from his past and the internal lack of trust and engagement with the sinners can really justbe compared to what yi sang has done before chapter 4. On the topic of yi sang! Theres a good chunk of parallels between them, such as the fact they were the first two to get promos, their themes of delusion v. Reality, the sin envy in their second attack for both of their base egos, appearing unable to trust other sinners (which i will explain later!) and duitfulness to their ideals. Additionally i can also see donki’s friend group as being formed with a shared goal, as people who are outcasted though slowly with the introduction of new members becoming more torn and corrupted. While in Quixote’s case this seems MUCH worse than Yi Sang, this still would be something shared between them.

I feel like.. family history is similar to hong lu Rich family similar to original book and was probably very sheltered and restrainwd from meeting people possibly due to her family membershaving a poor perceptioj of her. I believe at one point she cut them off and probably decided to become a fixer with sancho which can explain alot of the hints at her being somewhat poor. I think sancho was at first one of the only other people in her life other than her family. I alsk believe there will be some GAY SHIT GOING ON! Back ontopic. I think Sancho either got 1. Corrupted by the rest of donqui’s friends 2. died at some point in which Quixote would probably internally blame himself for Sancho’s death. NOW BLOOD OF SANCHO!!! i believe the reason it need Pride that Quixote often lacks in ids (most importantly base id) is that quixote cannot accept sancho’s death and also cannot accept how horribly the rest of his friends acted towards him But with. The pride needed for the ego don would be able to accept their deaths and still keep sancho in her memory. ADDITIONALLY TELEPOLE. i think telepole relates directly to the repression and abuse and lack of control quixote experienced due to her peers.

I am ill the post is DONE! If you scroll back on my profile i have also made a post on why quixote is jewish. Please read it As well. Talk to me about this guy PLEASE!!!

Oh my vosh and i almost forgot. additionally she seems extreeemely stiff when being with the sinners and honestly seems extremely isolated im believing she was also possibly Not treated like a human whennyounger.. demonized and idolized at the same time and feeling he has to be perfect and knightlike at all times.

#limbus company #don quixote

[eunoiaastralwings]

Well...you fiend! You monster!!!! You better bring reader back and mend poor Erestor's heart! As in...now!

featuring erestor x reader / part one / part two / part three / part four (reading)

fandom tolkien- the silmarillion lord of the rings

a/n  @i-did-not-mean-to​​​  this was the best request i have gotten LMAOOO! for this story i was inspired to use the hc belonging to my dearest lovely mellon @aeonianarchives​​​​ of Erestor being Caranthir’s son </3 my own hc too about what powers Arwen has ;) - last and final part - hope you’ll like! another thing lmao! I added an oc 😌 — belonging to my other mellon @sorisooyaa

You sighed — it was another wasted day.

The historic journal in your hand — was quickly placed back on the shelf — as quickly as you took it out.

Since your return — you have been looking ways to find a way back . . . a way back home — where you really belong. . . back to Erestor.

As much as you loved and adored your family and friends here — the pain in your broken heart was not compared to him.

You cried yourself to sleep every night — sometimes screaming into your sheets.

There was an aching loneliness — you felt lost, unloved and forgotten — like it was a dream. . .

But you knew— it wasn't.

It was real, true — a fairytale in your own right — a perfect fantasy — it was so much more than a dream. . .

It was more than just a storybook romance — it was so bloody real!

But right now — everything was out of reach— like Arda, Rivendell. . . Erestor never existed — like it was all really just a dream from the start — but then you’d live you life with a broken heart!

It wasn't fair — you found a love that seemed unlikely or unreal but in the end, it always seemed you didn't have choice.

You would always be taken away from Rivendell. . . from Erestor.

Every since you had woken in the hospital — you tried desperately asking where they found you or have they seen someone named Erestor.

But no — you were found on the side of the road bloodied and bruised.

You recognized the wounds and scratches — if they were real? — so was everything else, right?

When you were allowed to go — instead of taking rest like instructions to do so — and even getting medical leave, you didn't.

Instead — you were too focused on trying to find a way back.

You been through everything — voodoo women, palm readers, fortune tellers, crystal-gazers, therapists — anything and more.

But none of could tell anything — or help, than the idea of mind playing tricks on you while on an experience close to death.

Where were you to go from here?

Even with centuries of old books and journals — sometimes you stayed in libraries throughout the day, for it reminded you of him.

Of how —you would try and sneak up on him, sometimes bringing each other tea and food, while learning — trying to break your language barrier  — or those stolen kisses, secret moments — his rare smiles and chuckles, how his navy eyes were shining, his caressing touches. . . 

It wasn’t fair — why would all be ripped from you?

What have you done so bad for this?

What has Erestor done —

Erestor. . . 

Did he still think of you?

Was he also searching for ways to find you?

If anything — you wished for him to forget you, because then he wouldn’t have to feel the same pain. . . the same endless loneliness.

He didn’t deserve that — he has already lost too much in life— you could not bear the thought of him suffering again.

The last moments you shared — his cries were enough to shatter your dying heart.

The day you woke up in hospital you had dreamt of him too — on the edge of the battlefield screaming in anguish  — he looking down to his hands nothing out blood on them. . . your blood — but your body no where to be found.

You woke up again— in tears —remembering how he desperately and violently searched for you —not caring who stood in front of him— he slashed and fought his way through every orc and beast trying to find you.

You wondered if that was real? — You wished you had more time — to sit down and explain how your relationship could never happen. . .

“Marry me.”

His voice was in your head and you sobbed silently— sliding your back against the bookshelf and to the ground.

You hugged your knees—keeping your cries silent, your heart felt like it was stabbed, ripped apart and you wished it was physical — it was funny how something you can’t see can hurt so much.

When slow, cautious footsteps were heard coming down the isle —you quickly dried your tears.

When a pristine white handkerchief was held out, you felt like laughing at yourself— you must look so pathetic.

“No thanks. . .” 

You mumbled —straightened yourself with the last bit of pride and dignity you held and left the isle —before the stranger could say anything more and look at your teared, swollen face.

The library smelt of old books and the vintage textures helped you in no way — nothing about it seemed. . . right.

You knew through Erestor’s work and dedication — he would endlessly criticize and show his lack of taste on on everything the library in your city had to offer.

The clouds look dark when you exited —you hoped it wouldn’t rain before you got home.

With that you wiped away the rest of your dried tears and walked down the familiar

When the rain began to shatter down —you sighed and entered the nearest public place —which happened to be a mini art museum.

You walked through — half hearted watching the painting when you spotted one that looked almost like Rivendell.

You gasped —your eyes widening —while some things were either out of place or not the exact structure it did look almost like Rivendell.

“Does it look familiar to you?”

You almost jumped when someone spoke behind you.

“Um. . .  — yeah I don’t know. . .”

You mumbled — and stepped away from the painting.

You sighed and thought about getting a hot drink or something, when you heard a familiar call.

“Nitya harma . . .” (little treasure).

You gasped and whipped yourself around.

The stranger was still looking at the painting —lost int thought, but he sensed your stare and looked back at you.

Maybe it was your mind playing tricks on you —. . . or your eyes too?

Because no matter what  — you would always recognize that sharp jawline, expert dark eyes and straight thin line lips anywhere.

“What . . .” You breathed out —ready to cry again.

Erestor?

“How did you. . .”

You looked him up and down.

It can’t be. . . —dressed in a pristine black suit and shirt and hair cut  —he looked like an young business man.

“Er-”

You were about to say his name —when a woman came and linked her arm with his arm.

“There you are —you need to stop wandering off.”

She somewhat glared at him.

She looked like an East Asian descendant —beautiful and elegant every way she moved and talked.

When she suddenly turned to you —you felt like running.

No. . .this was someone who looked like Erestor. . . it had to be your mind playing tricks on you.

“Oh —am sorry, did I interrupt something?”

She looked very apologetically to you.

When you were about to answer —Erestor look-alike cut in.

“It’s alright, mother-”

“You’re his mother?”

You almost shouted —rather shocked.

Both of them shot their eyes up at you —the color rushed to your face.

“Am sorry. . . it’s just you look so beautiful, rather very young to be his mother. . .”

She laughed and shook her head with a little blush —seemingly a little shy.

“Oh you’re too kind. Thank you! I’ll leave you to it —  I need to find his father now.”

You were about to intervene, but she left just as quickly as she came — on her quest to find someone else.

She did — immediately taking his hand and smiling at him lovingly.

His freckled ruddy skin— making you think of how — your Erestor had described his father,

Carnstir — Red-face and Morifinwe —Dark Finwe.

You sighed —with a shake of your head your turned away.

“Am sorry for the trouble-”

“Are you going to leave me again? —Like you did in that awful looking library?”

You frowned.

Then —  you shot your eyes back up at him —that usual scowl on his face returned.

“Is this how all the libraries from your world are? — Dark, smelly, dull? Not even a single right coordination —”

“Erestor!”

He stopped and looked right at you —features softening.

“Nitya harma.”

He said again.

You covered your mouth and sobbed —he stepped closer to you and placed his hands on your arms, but then they slide down to your waist.

“How. . .?”

You choked.

He showed his line cautious smile to you —then pulled away your hands to dry your tears.

“You can thank, little Arwen. . .”

He smiled more fondly — like she was all now a distant memory.

You always seen how he would look at him her and the twins, like they were his Godchildren —probably were, seeming how much Elrond trusted them with him on care and teachings.

“How did she. . .?”

You asked and thought of how close you had gotten — she was your friend, like a sister — both of you had tea, walked the gardens and she spoke to you about how much she had fallen for Aragorn.

“Her magic. . . it created a little bridge between my world and your world.”

He stroked your hair gently.

“But it took a long time to get that bridge steady— and for that Arwen, she needed to learn, master her magic. She fell into hardship after witnessing you die —when I returned, she was by your bedside crying. . . then she hugged me like a little elfling and cried some more. . . — it took a lot out of her to steady that bridge— but after that we needed the Valar’s permission to cross it— and it weren’t for my father pleading by my side. . .”

For a moment he broke his gaze from you —then looked at his father, tenderly holding his mother’s hand— then pulled her close to press a kiss on her forehead.

“If it weren’t for him pleading by my side, I wouldn’t be here. . .holding you. . .”

You sobbed.

“Erestor, I missed you so much. . .”

You cried.

“And I, you, meleth nin” (my love).

“Am so sorry. . . am so sorry!”

He gently hushed you and kissed your lips.

“We are here now. . . and because of that bridge— now we can travel back and forth. You do not need to leave here permanently.”

“I would like that. . .”

“You never answered my question. . .”

You giggled.

“You always knew the answer— it’s yes! It was always going to be yes, Erestor! Of course, I’ll marry you.”

“Good. . .”

He said and pulled you into a chaste kiss.

tara’s taglist: @mslizziesblog @spidergirla5​​

erestor’s taglist: @itsdameron

The East Asian character, Caranthir's wife oc belongs to my lovely friend @sorisooyaa — I didn't know who else to add and love her oc❤️

#erestor x reader #erestor #rivendell elves #rivendell #erestor of rivendell #erestor my husband #the lord of the rings x reader #tarawrites #elves of imladris #tolkien elves #the lord of the rings #erestor lord of the rings #answered

[blueberrypancakesworld]

As my lectures for college are about to start I find myself sad that I won't be able to spend time reading your posts as I'll be swamped with work 😭😭😭 So this may be my final request for a long time and I thought it would be right to go back to where it all started for me: Aemma. So I would like to request a story where the queen had a twin named lovingly after their grandmother Alysanne.It was their mother’s wish that neither of her children would be forced into marriage and she [ Alysanne ] manages to stay unmarried but shares a deep love with Ser Harrold Westerling, going against all to be with the man. I feel like Rhaenyra would trust her with the Ser Harwin Strong secret and that alysanne would always defend her boys so her neice and nephews wouldn't have to suffer, reminding people that Rhaenys' hair was black (which is true lol). Icing on the cake if this is long. But again, you don't have to write this, toats use for brain rot though lol.

It was a damn honor to write this one-shot for you @freelyunlikelykingdom. I thank you from the bottom of my heart for the fact that you have so often made your requests to me that were always so nice and interesting to write. Thank you very much. I hope that I can give you joy with this story before the longer break. I will wait patiently for your return on tumblr and my blog (we all do, other followers may also who knows). I will receive you with ready finger on the keyboard for the next request. Also, all the best for the coming time and I hope it is not too exhausting. We see and one day again...and have fun reading.

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Cohesion of blood

warning : tiny fluff , comfort , angst , loss of family , mentions of death , tragic life

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Aemma Arryn, later queen and wife of Viserys the First, was a kind woman. Loved by all, she was a true companion to her husband. But in all that time her heart had always belonged to the Eyrie and to Heaven.

But between all the duties, mourning and tasks, there was still someone who would be eternally in her heart. Alysanne Arryn, her twin sister who was only a few minutes younger. But it was these minutes that the two would never forget. Even though they were always connected by blood, it was reproaches that would and did run through their hearts.

Alysanne was named after her grandmother, the kind queen of the previous king. She was the best of both houses of the dragon and the hawk in the sky. Even though both had never really known their mother, they sometimes seemed to be able to feel the loving words and the short holding.

When their young mother held her two daughters and expressed her last wish that flew like a breeze around the high castle. ,,None of my children shall be forced into marriage" her words were weak and yet so clearly audible that it was like the roar of a dragon before she closed her eyes and ascended to the dragon. And so it should remain Aemma fell in love with Viserys at a feast to which they were invited. A perfect couple as it would soon turn out.

But for Alysanne there was nothing more heartfelt than the happiness of her sister. It was the guilt she had been giving herself for years. If I hadn't been born, mother would still be alive she thought too often and seemed to want to make it up to her twin sister with every gesture.

The family had to stick together. And it was true, the family did stick together, even if it was difficult for everyone. But most of all for Alysanne. Because in every beautiful spring when everything is blooming and flourishing, it was the love that she experienced still under the leadership of Jaehaerys.

He was a handsome man who had only recently joined the Kingsguard. A handsome title and virtues he followed. But it was love that united the two. The initial glances, the handing when getting out of the carriage or the lifting up on the saddle. Even when walking the hacking under the pretext of the heat. It was these gentle touches that became the conversations in the garden.

That lasted for hours as he reported on his work and she told him everything about her house and the landscape. But even this led to more behind closed doors and escorted trips to the Eyrie. Love could not be forbidden so close to the gods. But they had never married the possible it would not be. The law forbade it. Nevertheless, love blossomed in the spring and withstood every adversity.

Even if it was the whisper of the court and even Aemma knew it, it was Alysanne who loved him. She loved him and her mother always wanted her to marry someone who would not force her. Two gentle strong souls who had found each other. In the form of the Kingsguard and the twin sister of the Queen or the potential heir of the House of Arryn.

But every spring comes to an end and it becomes dark. Aemma Arryn died giving birth to her second child. She died leaving her twin alone. The horror of that day she would never forget. How they cut her open and she screamed for her life. It was Harrold who had to hold her so that she did not knock the master away. ,,I am so sorry my dear" she heard him say between her screams. But it was over.

Aemma was dead and she was the only daughter left of Daella. The falcon dragon alone and without a twin. The days were dark and full of sorrow. Her house in the heights seemed to become more and more the perfect place. And soon she moved back to the castle alone without Harrold.

It was the loneliness that came to her and flowed through her. Her sobs and cries of grief mingled with the howling of the wind. And never had she blamed herself more for everything. But even so close to the sky, time did not pass imperceptibly.

More than ten years had passed in which she was now the head of the house. A decision that her half-siblings did not really like, but they seemed to accept it. She had grown older, her prime, her young years gone. But it was the afterglow in the sun that showed her beauty. And never did her blood seem stronger for her family than now.

From the heights she had watched everything that happened in King's Landing in her own family. A tragedy. But now she knew that she had to do something soon. The falcon had to swoop down and react. Otherwise Aemma would be forgotten forever. Her gaze went from the portrait of her twin sister to the window.

A blue, sunny, cloudless day hung around the castle. When suddenly a loud screech was heard and a small smile crept onto her lips. My Aemma she thought and the older woman hurriedly went into the courtyard where she saw her beloved niece. ,,Rhaenyra, my dear child!" she exclaimed and embraced the blonde Targaryen.

With each meeting Rhaenyra seemed to show the best of Aemma and Viserys. And for a moment as Rhaenyra looked to Syrax, Aemma seemed to be standing there. Her twin lived on in her daughter, a beautiful thought. A thought that gave her support and security, something she knew would protect her.

Rhaenyra was like her own daughter and sister to her. She would do everything for them, the family held together. But she didn't have to look again to see that there was sadness in the violet Targaryen eyes that she herself had. ,,The winds seem to want to tell me something," she said as she went with Rhaenyra to her personal room. The young woman, who was no longer a little girl, smiled sadly for a moment. ,,Do you read me so well, aunt?" she asked, accepting the glass of wine with thanks. ,,One can see that something is bothering you, my dear child, what is it?" she asked and took a sip of the sweetish wine from Dorne.

She briefly looked at the roundness of the belly of the princess and future queen. Soon she will give birth she thought bitterly and felt her hand tighten around the goblet. It was the birth that had taken everything from her and yet she owed it her life.

A truly macabre irony. ,,My children...Jace and Lucery and little Joffrey" she began and put a hand on her belly. She took a short shaky breath in and out and it seemed to take all her strength not to cry immediately. Gently Alysanne put her hands on Rhaenyra's and pressed softly. ,,They are Ser Harwin Strong's children...they are bastards," she said at last, tears running down her cheeks.

She immediately wrapped her niece in a hug and lovingly stroked her back, trying to take away some of the pain of the secret. She gently embraced Rhaenyra's face and looked into her eyes that resembled Aemma's so infinitely. ,,Rhaenyra, you are the most important thing in my heart. You helped me through my grief, you are like a daughter to me...you give me back Aemma. It doesn't matter if they are bastards, they are your children and my blood and we stick together" she assured and Rhaenyra smiled through her tears. It was a heartfelt moment and she knew only too well how Rhaenyra felt. She herself had sinned. ,,Does anyone know?" she dared to ask and broke away from the embrace.

Shaking her head, she wiped away her tears. ,,No, there are rumors and suspicions, but the queen...she hates her, she has taken over everything," Rhaenyra admitted, and it was guilt that stabbed into the heart of the elder. Slowly she rose and approached a large cage. A hawk was sitting there, looking at her with interested eyes. ,,It is my fault, Rhaenyra, it always has been. First my mother's death, I should have been the older one to save Aemma....in another time I might have been your mother. It is my fault that I left you and Westerling alone" she said and turned back to Rhaenyra who had also stood up.

She opened the cage and the falcon flew onto her shoulder. ,,It's time I do what I missed in mourning" she went to Rhaenyra and slowly knelt down in front of the princess and future queen.

Rhaenyra wanted to make her stand up, but she waved her off. ,,Let me finally do my duty and serve the queen. Let me do my duty as Lady Arryn and be your ally. Let the falcon bring down the tower of the Hightowers and avenge me...let me bring your mother back to you in the cause of justice" she demanded before she rose and Rhaenyra embraced her. ,,We will fly back to King's Landing at once, I will have all the troops ready, I will not leave your side" she said swearing and went with Rhaenyra to the writing table where she started to write the letters and orders. And it came two days later that Lady Alysanne Arryn went with Rhaenyra on Syrax back to King's Landing for ten years.

While the falcon Daella named after her mother flew beside the two. Back in the capital, it was all over the place that the Lady Arryn was back. It had been a long time and her heart contracted as she saw the changes in the castle. The faith of the seven had been enforced and seemed to have taken over everything. She herself remained loyal to the old gods and knew something was wrong as soon as she entered.

Any trace of the dragons and family affiliations seemed gone. No one felt the cohesion of the blood, she thought bitterly as she walked with Rhaenyra into the princess's room. As soon as she entered, she saw the many people who had gathered. The blood of the family was finally together again. ,,Lady Arryn has returned after ten years, a true event," she heard Daemon say, who could not have been more like his elders. Besides Daemon and Rhaenyra, there were two brown-haired boys in the room, as well as Laenor Velaryon, even if he had clearly changed.

In addition, a knight she identified as Harwin Strong. ,,It's changed a lot for the worse since I left I see...but you Daemon are still the same" she said back and saw the short grin on his face. You must be Jace and Lucerys?" she asked acceptingly and walked up to the two. Their blue dress with white accents stood out against the dark colors of the Targaryen, and yet the falcon seemed to belong among the dragons.

Uncertainly the young looked at each other before they shook hands with the woman. She lovingly embraced them both before the younger let out a delighted cry. ,,Is he trained?" he called out questioningly, referring to the hawk that sat back down on the older woman's shoulder. ,,This is Daella, she is like my daughter and friend" she said softly, but she didn't have to look at Rhaenyra to see the sad look.

Alysanne herself had never had children and it was quite lonely so high in the sky. But she would not complain. She knew she was too old to bear children without dying. If she died, her half-siblings would take care of the order.

She let the two young ones play with the bird and was about to go to Harwin and Laenor when the door opened. ,,Birdie?" sounded astonished and Alysanne turned around. ,,Harrold" came like a breath from her lips before she rushed to the older knight and embraced him. Tears gathered in her eyes as she was reunited with her love.

She felt his hands stroking her back soothingly. His heart was beating just as fast as hers and yet he did not look a bit ugly in her eyes. A kiss, gentle yet intimate, was exchanged and apologies ran across her mouth. ,,Well, that's a surprise," Laenor said and chuckled. ,,Not only you have your secrets" said the knight and the others seemed to have nothing to say about it. And for a short moment it seemed that everything was fine.

Until a few weeks later, when the dinner came. The dinner that was supposed to make everything better but just made everything worse. It was also the first time in ten years that she had her supposed family together again. But deep inside they were all dead. The only ones who lived on were Harrold and Rhaenyra, next to her house.

Briefly, there was disgust in her gaze when she saw Aegon, a boy without self-control, and his brother Aemond, a quiet yet handsome man. Only the daughter Helena seemed to have got the good nature Viserys. She was the only one, besides Viserys, Daemon, Corlys and Rhaenys, who seemed to be left from the old times.

And yet in all this time she has never had so much power as she has now. The entire green valley of House Arryn was behind her. Even if she did not own a dragon, her troops were dangerous. A falcon was more nimble and agile than a dragon, and the green ones seemed to forget that. 

The dragon is decaying under the stones of the green she thought and took a sip of her wine as she smiled at Viserys. The once good friend was a shadow of his former self. The sickness and the throne had not spared him. Everything seemed to become even more gloomy and only the sun above the castle of the Eyrie of her house seemed to shine.

In her eye, none of the children deserved a dragon. She also had none, which is why she was alone. Aemma rode Syrax with Viserys only a few times, but it was a long, long time ago. ,,It's good to have you back," she heard Viserys say softly, and he also took a sip of wine. ,,It's been too long...but a lot has changed in that time. But she is still watching over us" she said and saw Alicent's jealous look.

Alysanne knew that the queen did not like to talk about Aemma and yet it seemed that the old queen, the pretty hawk, was still flying around them all and playing her role. ,,You don't have a husband Lady Alysanne or is it the knight?" Alicent suddenly asked without warning and it became silent at the table. ,,No, I have no husband, no king like yours. Many knights have asked for my hand, you must be more precise," she answered, and Daella shrieked and flew onto the back of the chair. ,,I think you know exactly which knight I mean," Alicent said and was about to retreat when Aegon intervened. ,,You've been whoring with this Westerling for more than three decades," he said, and even a blind man could recognize the alcohol on him. ,,Just like them and those bastards!" he hissed and this time it was Alysanne's turn to jump up.

Daella shrieked again and looked excitedly at the people with her black eyes. ,,Shut your tongue, you foolish boy. A person born of intrigue and treachery doesn't talk about his family like that. You nest here, kill the dragon and call your own blood bastard. Are you so blind that you overlook the obvious?" she asked, and the others had also mostly stood up. ,,And that is?" asked Otto, who looked at her darkly and coldly. ,,They are her children with Laenor, they are perfectly normal. You forget that Rhaenys also has black hair because of the Barathons, it is perfectly normal and you are fighting like a bunch of children for the throne" she said bitterly and saw that the truths and lies were finally revealed. ,,A wretch doesn't talk about the king like that" Aemond said and approached her. ,,This is the Lady Alysanne Arryn, the guardian of the Green Valley and its vassals. The twin sister of the former queen Aemma Arryn show her more respect," Harrold said, stepping from his post and standing in front of her. ,,Enough! You all get along now!" Viserys shouted, visibly exhausted, sinking back into his chair.

But he was right, it was enough, it was over. The reign of Viserys the First passed and what he left behind was a broken family. The black and the green rose and with them a war. A war that she knew would be the end of the dragons, the Targaryen. And it would be. The more days passed the more she lost. First it was Rhaenyra's children before Daemond and Rhaenys died. Finally Rhaenyra was taken from her. But in that time she was not idle, on the contrary. She supported Rhaenyra with her troops as good as she could. And she had half an army due to the size of her vassals.

In the end, it was she herself who beheaded Otto Hightower in her made armor and ruled over King's Landing with Rhaenyra. She was inherited in the green valley as a wind dragon and even if she was never a Targaryen Daemon thought that she was worthy of a dragon. And while the war raged there was hope in the form of the marriage between her and Ser Harrold Westerling. Before they both ruled the green valley as Lady and Lord Arryn after the war. And they still stood after the wars. The hawk had won and brought justice to Aemma. And she thought she saw in the winds even her deceased family members. Because no matter what would happen she knew family, your own flesh and blood would stick together forever.

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