#thank you for such a thoughtful prompt anon

[franzkafkagf]

any thoughts on aegon‘s alcoholism and substance abuse? I love your the analyses you do btw!

Thank you and what a great prompt! anon, your mind!!

You know, when I think of Aegon, I think of his faults. And his most obvious fault is his overindulgence; in sex, in alcohol, in meaningless "fun". But if you watch the show you realize that something else lies behind that overindulgence, it's avoidance.

swear to god – blackbear

Because that's what it is in the end, he's always running. Running from responsibility, running from his reality; he doesn't want to face any of it, he can't bear it. He can't bear the thought of his failure, of the inadequacy he feels. He is weak, he knows that, he decided to not fight against it. Instead he numbs himself and seeks out any and every distraction.

be drunk – charles baudelaire

There is a comment to be made on how westerosi culture is irrevocably connected to alcohol- there is no feast, no council meeting, no hunting party, without wine. Each region boasts its very own brand of alcohol; they take great pride in it. It's woven into every facet of society. I'm reminded of episode 7. Aegon is no older than 16 and getting black-out drunk at a funeral, and no one finds this strange.

It seems to be acceptable, even normal to some degree, to be an alcoholic in their society. I think that's why he could never let it go, even when he had finally accepted his responsibilities and faced them head on. He had enough will to reject milk of the poppy, something his father couldn't.

say it ain't so – weezer

But not with wine, I believe he found comfort in it, sought the warm feeling in his throat when he drank. Alcohol is everywhere and he was constantly tempted by it, he couldn't let that go. It literally haunted him to the end; he died from poisoned wine.

bug like an angel – mitski

I wanna end this with reccommending two great fics tackling his alcoholism. All Kings Are Beautiful by @gwenllian-in-the-abbey and Woke up this Morning and found myself Dead

#aegon ii targaryen #hotd #house of the dragon #hotd meta #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #meta #tw alcohol #ales.txt #mitski #parallels #web weaving

[silverflqmes]

may i please please please request an angeal x reader where angeal comes back to town to visit his mom and he takes the reader around where he lives for fun & his mom spills very embarrassing things about him? i love the fact that you write about angeal since he's on the rarer side of liking<3 thank you so much and have a nice rest of your day!

໒⦂ 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄.

notes. hi hi anon, this is such a cute prompt, i hope my execution is to your liking<3 and i agree he fr is an underrated king, so i shall do my best to serve🫡

genre. fluff

angeal hewley x gn!reader.

the fresh air of banora reminded angeal of how much he had missed home, being among the smog of midgar as he’d been.

after weeks of being asked- urged to visit his hometown with his partner of seven months now, the first class SOLDIER had reluctantly taken a small leave of absence. a few days away from action couldn’t be too, too bad.

besides — his two friends promised to deal with his share of missions. so his worries lessened.

however, he still couldn’t help the nerves he had for how things would go with his mother. granted, she was incredibly eager in the letters she had written him and excited to be meeting you — his beloved. but that excitement was what worried angeal.. who knew what she would spill about him, he had all sorts of embarrassing memories! especially with genesis..

the teal eyed male prayed the house would be enough for you — he hadn’t exactly lived a life of luxury, so the space was small.. but cozy. he hoped you found it the same, despite the minimal space.

“what’s it like being home after so long? did you miss it??” your voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts, a smile on your lips as he turned to face you with one of his own.

how did it feel, indeed.. “it’s always pleasant to be home, i haven’t been here in a good while.. though it hasn’t changed a bit.” he chuckled, gazing up at the overgrown arch of violet shapes, dangling from their branches. “looks like we came at the right time, too.”

it was none other the native fruit of his village.

for them to be in full harvest upon his arrival, must have been a sign that he was meant to be here, and with you, no less.

“woah, they’re purple!” you beamed in astonishment, wondering for a moment if you’d perhaps been color blind — but thankfully, that wasn’t the case.

“despite their name, they’re called banora whites — or dumbapples, as some like to refer to them as well, for their irregular harvests.” angeal explained, a eyes softening a bit. “the best ones came from the tree that grew at genesis’ estate.” he mused, smiling fondly.

your eyes managed to catch the look on his face before you let out a thoughtful hum. “is that so? maybe we should bring some back for him! oh- and sephiroth too! i think they’ll both appreciate it a lot.” you laughed, taking ahold of your lover’s hand as you watched a line of houses come into view.

banora was small, but quaint. it felt like an honor to be there beside angeal — to have the privilege of being shown around the place he’d grown up in. you couldn’t help but feel special.

“think so?” he asked for certainty before letting out a snort. “perhaps they will. we can pick some tomorrow if you’d like, my mother’s likely going to keep us for the remainder of the day.” the first could recall her letters pressing for him to bring you by, never failing to bring you up since the very first letter he’d sent out confirming his relationship. “i hope that’s alright with you.”

blinking, you then nudged his shoulder, rolling your eyes. “are you kidding?? of course it is! i have got to meet your mom and thank her for bringing the literal most perfect man to have ever existed into the world!” you grinned, squeezing his hand. “so let’s not keep her waiting!”

shock painted his features before he shook his head in defeat, heaving an amused sigh as a rosy hue colored his cheeks. “as you wish..”

it hadn’t taken long for angeal and yourself to arrive at his doorstep, a combination of pleasant aromas invading your senses. just how much had his mother prepared..?

your boyfriend reached for the knob, holding the door open for you before closing it behind himself. “and we’re here.” he spoke up gently, removing the buster sword from his back to rest it against the wall. “i apologize if it’s not much.. but, it’s home.”

the space was relatively small, but cozy — it felt warm and homelike, somehow, despite having only just arrived there.

your lips parted to protest, wanting to say that it was perfect, only for a gasp to intercept you.

“a-angeal, could it be?” a voice chimed in, the sound of rushing water silencing as the dark haired woman in the kitchenette turned to face you both.

her eyes seemed to gloss over with tears as she made her way up to your lover, placing her hands on his cheeks tenderly. “my dearest son, oh how you’ve grown..” the woman whispered incredulously, smiling nostalgically. “it feels like only yesterday that you were just outside, running around with genesis.. now, you’ve returned as a strong, handsome SOLDIER, that has brought home the beloved he speaks of so highly in his letters.” her attention shifted to you as she took your hands in her own, squeezing them adoringly. “you must be y/n, goodness, you’re even more lovely in person! i trust that angeal has been treating you well?”

the male in question let out a breath, flushing a bit. “mother..”

a warmth spread through your chest as you fluttered your lashes before nodding rapidly. “t-that’s me! it’s a pleasure to meet you, miss hewley! rest assured that angeal has taken very good care of me thus far- i’m eternally grateful for him, so thank you for allowing me to date your son, and for inviting me here!” you bowed, wanting to express your appreciation as best as you could. should all go well, this would be your future mother in law!

it shocked her in all honesty. how had his silly son captured the heart of such a sweetheart?? truly, you were too good for this world!

“please, gillian is fine.” she assured you softly, wiping her tears before letting out a soft laugh. “i’m relieved to hear that my son has been well to you, i can worry less now, knowing that he is aware on how to treat his lover.” the charcoal haired woman sighed out contentedly before ushering you in. “ah- come in, make yourself comfortable! our humble abode may lack in space — but treat it as though it were your own. lunch will be ready shortly!”

the mako eyed male inclined his head, picking up your bags. “i’ll put these in my room. while i’d offer a tour, there isn’t much to show..” he chuckled awkwardly, walking ahead to his old bedroom.

you rolled your eyes, finally calming down from your initial bashfulness. “show away! don’t go gatekeeping!” you scolded lightly, attempting to snatch a bag off of him to lend assistance, however.. being as enhanced as he was.. your partner had been quicker.

“gatekeeping?” he repeated before laughing again. “alright, alright. well- this is my room. growing up, we didn’t have much- so it’s on the bare side, although genesis insisted on hanging up pictures of us as mementos.” he explained, smiling to himself a little. “he had also gifted me a copy of loveless, stating that our friendship required me to have one.”

that made you shake your head, a snicker tumbling past your lips. “that sounds like him for sure. you guys look so adorable, you were so so cute, angeal!!”

he rubbed his neck, averting his gaze. “cute is the last word i would use to describe myself.. but if you say so.” the SOLDIER loosed a low breath, smiling to himself before guiding you out. “the next room over is my mother’s, beside it is the restroom.. and i think that’s it.” he concluded, stopping to take in the living room.

not much had changed since he’d last been there, the raven haired male realized. save for a few extra photos his mother had likely framed in his absence.

“angeal, just in time! will you help with setting things up? i might have made too much..” gillian spoke up with a nervous chuckle, tucking a pair of wooden salad tongs into the bowl of greens.

too much felt like an understatement.. he hoped everything would fit on the table.

“let me!” you piped up, snapping the first out of his daze as you jogged up to his mother. “least i can do for receiving your hospitality!”

the older woman blinked before shaking her head. “nonsense, you are our guest! i couldn’t allow that-!” but your hands had already pried the bowl out of her grasp as you flashed a small, reassuring grin.

“doesn’t mean a ‘guest’ can’t lend a hand!”

with that said, the table set in a shorter amount of time, a whisper of thanks expressed for the food before the three of you ate in a comfortable silence.

there was idle chatter here and there, mostly exchanged between yourself and gillian — who was eager to pull out photo albums that you were certainly not opposed to viewing. angeal baby pictures?? that was all the convincing you needed!

“and this one is of him taking his first steps.” she cooed softly, reminiscing in the memory. “cutie, isn’t he?”

you melted at the sight, whining softly. “that’s what i’ve been saying! see ang, even your mom agrees!”

bringing a palm to his face, the male in question let out a soft breath of exasperation. although there was no hiding that undeniable smile on his face.

he was glad he’d given in to taking this small trip home that his two friends had urged him ( for the most part ) into. being back in banora and with his mother brought an indescribable warmth to his chest, which only increased with you at the very table he’d grown up eating at.

when had he gotten so lucky?

“ah- and this one is of him and genesis bathing together-”

or unlucky, in some cases..

“i-i think that’s enough photos for today, mother..”

something told him there would be handsome amounts of embarrassment in the coming days.

he prayed sephiroth and genesis, especially, wouldn’t catch wind of it..

notes. whoops, i had this sitting and finally got around to finishing it. little rushed at the end but i’m hoping it’s good and that i wrote angeal alright..

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[hairtusk]

Do you think pain plays a big part of who we are?

In his introduction to The Diary of Frida Kahlo, Carlos Fuentes writes the following:

'Is pain something you cannot share?

Even more, is pain something that can be said at all?

It is undescribable, writes Virginia Woolf. You can know the thoughts of Hamlet, but you cannot truly describe a headache. For pain destroys language.'

Here, he speaks of pain as being something entirely contained within oneself, to the point that even pain felt by many people cannot accurately be described or relayed from one person to the next. Pain is deeply individual, and yet it writes white. It is one of the few experiences in life that becomes unutterable, unshareable, even if it is communal.

I have a genetic tissue disorder called Hypermobile Ehlers Danlos Syndrome. I also experience chronic migraines. I have spent long stretches of time in the hospital, and still have many days were I find myself bed-bound. I have also experienced a life-threatening eating disorder and suicidal tendencies. This is to say: I am acquainted with pain, both mental and physical. My body has been in pain for as long as I have been aware of it.

I could describe many things I have experienced to you, from invasive medical examinations to seizures on my bathroom floor. I could tell you what it feels like to attempt to take your own life. These are things that would be considered, by most, "big parts" of my life. And yet, if I were asked to introduce myself to someone, to tell them about myself, these aren't the things I would reach for. I could describe the way I love to sing when I cook meals for myself. That I've read hundreds of books. That I like to surf and go wild swimming. That I can professionally handle birds of prey. That I'm deeply in love. These things, to me, are the "big parts" of who I am: at least in a way that is perceivable by others. Pain is a private thing; it does not make up the way that others perceive me, because they cannot understand my pain in a way that matters, or accurately reflects who I am.

The Self, to me, is made up of what we share with others, and what we hold close to our chest. Pain impacts my Self, because it shapes my actions and my decisions, the way I react to and perceive the world. However, it is not Who I Am, if that distinction holds any weight. I am A Person In Pain, but pain is not a part of my personhood.

The following is taken from Susan Sontag's essay Illness As Metaphor:

To accept pain as part of oneself, of one's Self, is to think that being in pain is a kind of moral judgement, a punishment. This, at least in my opinion, cannot be let to stand. Pain is morally neutral. It is a force enacted on a Self, rather than a defining characteristic that one can communicate to oneself and others.

In short: pain in many ways feels as though it takes up a big part of the self, because it is so individual and so private. How can this not be a part of who I am if I am the only one experiencing it? But pain is just that: an experience. It is something that exerts itself on one's Self, rather than being a defining characteristic of it. So, while pain plays a big part in how I experience the world and how I react to it, move through it, it is not a big part of "who I am."

#anyway pain is not a component of the self but a force enacted upon the self yada yada yada #I'm sorry this took a while. I wanted to take my time in thinking this through #thank you for such a thoughtful prompt anon #also it's 1am and this isn't as nuanced as I would have liked it to be #but ironically I'm in too much pain to go and take a proper look at my various collections of essays #these were just off the top of my head #okay to rb!

[hanasnx]

“You wanna breathe? Huh? You want air? Fuck the cum outta me and earn it.” the noise that just escaped my mouth-

i need 6'7 anakin to just fold me over and drill into me with no intention of stopping anytime soon

-💿

MINORS DNI 18+

The way your back stretches burns, but you can’t say shit when ANAKIN SKYWALKER’s plowing you like it’s his job. Big fists on either side of your head, propping himself over you as his fat cock bruises your guts. Brows in a permanent upturn, you stare up at him helplessly, stupidly gaping mouth releasing squeals and sobs with each of his full sheathes into you. “You like that, princess? Looks like your brain’s turned off.” He scoffs to himself, and you can’t even nod at him. Limp hands are above your head, letting him use you like a fleshlight, legs suspended on either side of him bounce with him. Massive hands move to hook in the crooks of your knees, and push them back, folding you over on yourself and your feet bob next to his head. “You want a little something of mine? C’mere.” His body weight leans onto you, pinning you impossibly further while he inclines down, your poor cunt unable to catch a break. He tucks his lips against yours, graciously spitting into your open mouth for you to cherish and swallow.

#indy shoots the shit #thanks for the msg!! #anon: 🪩 #ch: anakin #anakin skywalker thought #anakin skywalker prompt #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker x reader smut #anakin skywalker x you #anakin skywalker x y/n #anakin skywalker imagine #anakin smut #anakin x reader #anakin x you #anakin x y/n #reader insert #anakin imagine #anakin skywalker fic #anakin fic #anakin fanfiction

[dracognition]

I absolutely adore your writing!!! The way you write Drarry is so comforting and delicious. Would it be possible for you to do either 67 (Character in peril) or 27 (Sick/Injured fic) with 61 (Love Confession)?

67: character in peril + 61: love confession send me a trope mash-up!

They were going to die.

Harry knew it as surely as he knew his own name. They were locked in a small space, surrounded on all sides: the Mediwizards were a few minutes away yet, and even if they got here they wouldn't be able to make it through the blockade outside. It was a possibility every Auror knew they'd have to face and a possibility Harry'd been facing since he was eleven. They took down the largest cross-breed smuggling ring in all of Europe. He and Malfoy would probably have their names permanently engraved in the DMLE. It was an all-around success, other than the dying thing, so it was—it was fine.

Malfoy's eyes were wide. He was pressed up against Harry, his wand trembling just barely in his hand. Harry could practically hear his jackrabbiting pulse—could see the thin pale shape of his pinched face. "This is it, then," he said. His voice was pitched barely above a whisper.

"Not a bad way to go out." Harry tried for a grin and didn't quite make it there. "Finally got the glory you were always talking about, yeah?"

Malfoy laughed: a choked, humourless thing. "They're going to put a picture of us up in the halls."

"Next to the Dumbledore portrait."

"Ugh," said Malfoy. "Bit ironic, isn't it?"

"You've earned your keep, I think," said Harry absentmindedly. Terribly, unwisely, his attention was focused not on their impending doom—not on the footsteps making their way to the cupboard they'd gotten trapped in, not the bloody death that'd surely follow—but on the small unhappy curve of Malfoy's mouth, the way his hair fell into his eyes.

This is it, he thought, and then he thought: fuck it.

"You can push me away," he said roughly by way of warning, and then he pulled Malfoy into a desperate, hungry kiss. For a moment, Malfoy was entirely still—and then he sprung back, burying his hands in Harry's hair, biting his lip and groaning when Harry made a small noise in response.

"I've," he said around a pant, dropping kisses to Harry's upper lip, his chin, the line of his throat, then, "I'm—I love you. Thought you should know before we—"

"I thought," Harry said breathlessly. "I thought—I never knew—" Distantly, he heard the footsteps quickening, getting closer, and the last thing he'd feel would be Malfoy's mouth hot on his jaw, Malfoy's words plucking at his heart, and maybe this really wasn't a bad way to go out—

"Hm," said Hermione as the door burst open, her mouth doing that thing it did whenever she wanted to smile but was trying very hard to look stern. "Glad to see you two are so focused on the job."

Draco straightened, flushed pink, and staggered to his feet. His robes were rumpled and his tie was askew. Harry was torn between pulling him back down and finding a hole to crawl into and die. "If you hadn't noticed," he said, coolly, "we did the job already. It's finished."

Hermione's lips were still pursed, but when Harry gazed beseechingly at her and asked, "Can we go home and do all the paperwork tomorrow?", she openly laughed and waved them off with a congratulations.

"So," said Harry after a few minutes spent shuffling off the scene in silence. "About that thing you said earlier—"

"Urgh." Malfoy wrenched his face away. "We can just forget about it, please."

"But—" Harry paused, gripped Malfoy's wrist just to have something to hold onto. "But I don't want to."

Malfoy stared at him for three seconds. He was perfectly motionless, his expression as blank as a still pond. He said: "You didn't say it back, over there. So—"

"I thought the kiss was enough of a signal," Harry said drily. Something rippled over Malfoy's face, but it was gone before Harry could read it, and he rolled his eyes. "Obviously I love you too, you idiot; why else would I do that?"

"Us mere mortals don't dare ask why you do anything, Potter," said Malfoy superciliously, but he was smiling, and Harry smiled back.

#drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter #hp #writing #mine #ask #thought of another shortfic i could write using the other prompt you listed so look out for that :P #thank you for the ask anon (and the lovely compliment! so honoured)!!

[archangeldyke-all]

What if sevikas chihuahua and the readers dog start playing with each other at the park while their both walking their dog (like in legally blonde when elles chihuahua went up to that big Rottweiler) and then sevika and the reader end up going on a date?

CUTEEE

men and minors dni

zaun is a dangerous city, especially for someone like you.

a single woman, who lives alone on a first floor apartment? you're a prime target for muggings or burglaries in the undercity.

so, after a particularly scary walk home alone one night, you decide to get a dog.

you go to the shelter and ask for a big dog, something that will protect you and scare off potential attackers.

the attendant smiles and nods and takes you to a small room, then introduces you to sugar.

sugar's a gray pitbull, 60 lbs of pure muscle, and she's wearing a muzzle as the attendant brings her in.

he explains to you that sugar's nervous around men, hence the muzzle, and the second he leaves the room, her low growling and nervous expression melt into pure joy as she waggles her tail hard enough for her butt to shake and the two of you play together.

sugar steals your heart. she's a playful, loving, nervous wreck of a dog, and when she's not busy tapdancing at your feet with excitement, she's resting her chin on your lap and begging you for pats with her big, glossy, puppy eyes.

you take her home with you the next day.

you and sugar become inseparable. your boss lets you take her to work to sit behind the counter while you work alone, in an extra effort to keep your customers in line.

nobody gives you shit anymore. drunk customers don't try to steal, old men don't try to flirt, you don't get catcalled on your walk to and from work, and it's all thanks to your sweet baby, growling and baring her teeth whenever someone gets a bit too close to you.

sugar's nothing but smiles and cuddles when kids or women come into work, turning on her back and waiting for belly rubs, licking kids faces as they giggle, and nudging customers with her cold wet nose, gesturing to the little container of treats you keep on the counter, begging for them to sneak you one.

when you're not working, you're cuddling with sugar at home on your couch or in bed, curled around each other as a tv show plays or you read.

sugar loves chicken, tug of war, and cuddles. but above all else, sugar loves the dog park.

tonight, you're tired and grumpy. you've had a long fucking week, and all you want to do is curl up in a ball and sleep until you have to clock back in on monday. so when sugar wakes you up from your after-work nap by pressing her cold wet nose against her face, you almost turn over in bed and go back to sleep. but when her sweet, excited whines start up and she runs to the living room and fetches her leash for you, you can't deny your sweet baby.

grumbling and throwing on a robe, you hook sugar up to her leash and shuffle out of your house, beginning the quick walk to the park.

when you get there, you let sugar off her leash and she immediately starts doing her laps, sniffing and digging and barking with glee. you laugh and shake your head at your furry baby, before pulling a joint out and lighting up.

you relax against the bench, chuckling as you watch sugar run to and fro. behind you, the gate to the dog park clinks, and before you can look over your shoulder to see whose coming in, a teeny, tiny chihuahua runs up to your feet, snarling and yapping at you.

you giggle, and reach down to ruffle the tiny dog's floppy black ears. this seems to satisfy the puppy, and she gives you several licks before running off to mark her territory.

the little dog seems to think that she owns this park, because she barks at any dog who gets within a ten foot radius of her. this doesn't deter sugar, though, and she chases the chihuahua around the perimeter of the park, before the chihuahua turns around to chase sugar. you chuckle. it seems like sugar's made a friend.

"'s that your dog?" a low voice asks. you blink up and jump when your eyes land on a beautiful, tall, broad woman, standing beside your bench. you nod and laugh.

"sugar." you say, introducing your dog. the woman laughs. "you're the chihuahua's mom?" you ask, chuckling. the woman smiles and nods.

"slayer." she says. you cackle.

"seems like our dogs should swap names." you say. the woman chuckles.

"i'm sevika." she says, holding a hand out for you to shake. you smile and introduce yourself, scooting over on your bench to make room for the woman to sit.

you and sevika chat for hours as sugar and slayer play, sniff, and explore together. it's only when the park ranger comes by to kick you out that either of you realize how much time has passed. it doesn't matter, though, because after that night, you and sugar run into sevika and little slayer almost every evening.

sugar and slayer become best friends. you and sevika do too.

once you finally start dating (sevika invited you and sugar over for a 'play date' but then locked sugar and slayer in her bedroom, and turned the play date into a regular date with you, cooking you dinner and splitting a bottle of wine with you) sugar and slayer become inseparable.

for the first few months of your relationship, before the two of you move in together, any time one of you visits the other at their place, you bring your dogs along, so the two can cuddle and play while you and sevika also cuddle and play ;)

but once you guys move in together, sugar and slayer become a package deal.

slayer cries every morning when you and sugar leave for work, until you just give in and start taking both dogs with you.

if sugar's laying somewhere, you can bet your ass you'll find little slayer cuddled right up against her, or on some occasions, right on top of her.

both sugar and slayer are bed hogs, and there have been several occasions when you and sevika finally turn into bed, only to find your sleeping fur babies cuddled up on top of your spots. (you're both suckers, so you always let them sleep, pulling out the pull out couch for the two of you to sleep on for the night as the dogs sleep in your bed.)

cuddled up in bed one night beside sevika, you laugh as you watch slayer lick sugar's ear clean, grooming her best friend. you nudge sevika and she smiles at you.

"what're you laughin' at?" she asks. you gesture to your dogs on the foot of the bed.

"they're so cute. they're just like us." you say. sevika laughs.

"right, because i'm so petite and you're definetly the guard dog between the two of us." she teases you as she rolls her eyes. you just giggle.

"no, dumbass, you're sugar, i'm slayer. you've got the bite, and the scary claws and teeth and stuff, but you're really just a softie on the inside. and i'm your slayer, cute as hell and always bossin' you around." you say. sevika considers this and then smiles.

"you do yap a lot." she says. you giggle and elbow your girlfriend, and she pulls you against her side, kissing your scalp as she scratches your back. you relax into her, and in minutes, all four of you are asleep and snoring on the bed.

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#sevika #sevika imagine #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x you #soft sevika #i'm SOOOO glad someone brought up baby slayer again i have so many thoughts about her and sevika sdjlksdls #this is so cute thank u for such a cute prompt anon <33

[gianttol]

♡ GT July 2023 Prompt List ♡

Big thanks to @pocket-ozwynn for helping with the prompts!

#someone asked for the prompt list early so im postin them reeeeeal early! I will reblog and reblog again closer to the month #also thank you anon that sent some prompts! i did see it and I hope some of these line up with the ones you mentioned #^u^ #gtjuly #gtjuly2023 #thoughts on the design this time?? i think it looks fresh :3 #g/t #giant/tiny #giant tiny #gt

[elitadream]

As we know that your Peach has healing powers, and we know that Peach has definitely healed Mario in the past, from injuries both great and small, has she ever healed Luigi?

I can imagine a scenario where she is tending to things in the castle and then have it all be interrupted by Mario bursting in , in a panic, eyes misty, looking so lost and helpless & he could barely get the words out, something was wrong with Luigi, either he’s holding his brother in his arms or he’s back at home in bed, and he needed Peach’s help. Help that he doesn’t even need to ask as she loves Luigi too, and is rushing to help in seconds.

Definitely, omg! 😭❤️‍🩹

Peach loves Luigi with all her heart. He's the brother she's never had, a dear confidant and most precious friend. If something happened to him, she would immediately drop whatever she's doing and leap to his side in a hurry, not hesitating for even a second before pouring her magic into him to heal his wounds, both visible and unseen. 🥺

I can see him apologizing weakly for the trouble, and Peach shushing him gently with a dismissive gesture, trying to keep him still and focused. Not caring one bit that her royal duties were disturbed in the worst possible way, anything other than his current state going out the window.

Mario would be sick with worry and guilt, fretting under barely contained anguish and panic until the spell would successfully spread and Luigi would finally recover. Going limp with a blissful sense of peace, falling asleep almost instantly due to the intensity of the soothing energy now flowing through his body.

Peach would be left feeling tired and slightly dizzy from the ordeal (as would be the case whenever she would use her powers without moderation or restraint), but would otherwise be content and relieved to see that Luigi is safe and well once more. Mario would thank her profusely for her invaluable help, his voice shaking and his vision blurry, asking that she may please give him permission to care for both his brother and Her Majesty for the rest of the day. Noting his steadfast and overwhelmed demeanor, she wouldn't have the heart to refuse, and so she would let herself be tended to along with Luigi during the following hours; however reassuring and praising Mario for his diligence whenever he would return to her. 💞

#I'm so weak for hurt/comfort scenario uungh ;_; 🙏 #Can never get enough of those 💗 #Thank you for the prompt Anon! #asks #mario #princess peach #luigi #concept #healing magic #thoughts and ramblings

[dustykneed]

what was the first piece of Star Trek media you consumed? :)

Anon you have fallen for my nefarious schemes once again... (rips off disguise with an evil flourish) I may look like a trekkie, but I am actually.......

A trekkie who is a huge nerd at heart xDD. I got into Star Trek mainly through assimilating fanfic into my conciousness. I've heard my characterizations are surprisingly solid (YIPPEE) for someone who only vaguely knows what happens in canon. But I've never actually had the pleasure of going through any official Trek media yet! My one flex is that I have no qualms against spoilers of any magnitude lol.

I know this isn't Trek media explicitly, but in the spirit of responding to the sentiment behind the question, ngl, I'm going to have to go with Mythbusters. I honestly didn't really pay much attention to the Trek segments when I watched it for the first time (that being said, I *need* to go back and watch the gorn cannon episode again omg). But Mythbusters was so formative for me because it gave me that push to get excited about science again after spending so many years defining myself as only an art/literature nerd when I was so excited about science when I was a kid.

I think in a sense, my interest in Star Trek is directly descended from the impact Mythbusters had on me-- and I think that's pretty neat :]]

#ace attorney reference who? 👀 #star trek #dust talks #mythbusters #thank you so much for the ask anon!! you prompted so many Thoughts and i can't thank you enough for that honestly <33 #bit of vulnerability in the house today lads! but i really can't express just how deeply significant mb and star trek are to me as a person #these shows are fundamentally about people who love what they do so very much. and that love means so much to me :') #that mixture of art and science!! storytelling and asking questions!!! that...love. #i think i *will* to boldly go. and i think that ill remember if it's worth doing then it's worth overdoing while im at it. #dust reflects #(get it. bc dust particles reflect light. ok ill show myself out loll) #tysm anon!! ily than you for stickin around #thank* #typos most beloathed....

[bearhugsandshrugs]

Can I request Gortash put in his place by Durge? Possibly with rimming/pegging~?

fuck yes and I already know this is going to be a fic, not a drabble, so I'm replying to you here and I'll put it in the request log. Will reblog this post with the link to the fic once it's done!!

#see that's what i'm talking about #thank you anon #i will have fun with this #did not expect the first ask to be a fic tbh i thought you'd all send me drabble prompts but OKAY #i'll just close requests if i get too many but for now they stay OPEN #my writing

[greeksorceress]

anon request: blond jace as daemon’s son, jaceluke.

The room goes deadly still as King Viserys drags his body to the throne. 

It’s a painful thing to watch. King Viserys’ sickness seems to be consuming him like fire melts a candle to nothingness, the metaphorical wax of his flesh is raggedly hanging by the bones that protrude what once was the gentle face of his grandfather.

Lucerys’ eyes drift to the other side of the grand hall where Queen Alicent Hightower and her brood stand, unable to cope with the proof of the King’s mortality. Alicent gasps, but doesn’t make a move to help her husband otherwise. Neither do Aegon or Helaena, who are both avoiding looking at their father’s decaying form just like him. Aemond is too occupied staring right back at Lucerys to rush to his father’s aid. 

When the King trips and his crown falls from his head, the Queen and her children still do nothing but stare with bated breaths.

It’s his stepfather who swiftly approaches the King, and with a gentleness unheard of in the Rogue Prince, guides his own brother to the very top of the stairs, not minding that the monarch is resting most of his weight on him. A movement in the sidelines catches Lucerys’ attention, a flash of Targaryen hair moving towards the brothers.

Prince Jacaerys Targaryen, first of his name and heir of Princess Rhaenyra and Prince Daemon of House Targaryen, holds the crown of the King in his hands while he follows his father and his uncle and grandfather. 

“My King,” mumbles Jace respectfully as he bends the knee in front of their ruler, crowning the weakened man who smiles down at him with crooked, half-missing teeth. 

“Thank you, my boy. Such a promising lad.”

Jacaerys smiles back at his uncle and grandfather before Daemon and him step down, back to Rhaenyra’s —and Lucerys’— side. There are knots tightening in Lucerys’ lower belly with anticipation. His half brother’s smirk, so close to the Iron Throne, ignites a telltale wave of desire that shamefully licks at his stomach. 

“I must admit my confusion,” states the King through heavy breaths, “I don’t understand why petitions are being heard over a settled succession. The only one present who might offer keener insight into Lord Corlys’ wishes is the Princess Rhaenys.”

When grandmother Rhaenys takes a step forward, Lucerys almost expects her to deny his claim. Her face is solemn, but she sends half a smile his way that helps to even Lucerys’ heartbeats.

“Indeed, your Grace. It was ever my husband’s will that Driftmark pass through Ser Laenor to his trueborn son, Lucerys Velaryon. His mind never changed, nor did my support of him.”

Vaemond scoffs at this. It’s of no consequence to the King, who has heard enough. 

“Well, the matter is settled, again.” The King is already tired from the few words he had to spare and the trek to the throne, and his tone doesn’t lack finality. “I hereby reafirm Prince Lucerys of House Velaryon as heir to Driftmark, the Driftwood Throne, and the next Lord of the Tides.”

His mother lovingly squeezes his hand, the tension is lifted off her shoulders under the protection of her father’s words, like a bruise soothed by a fresh balm. Lucerys, on the other hand, doesn’t have the chance to unclench his jaw and stop working his teeth into dust. 

Vaemond strides back to the center of the room, dangerous in his unveiled and unrestrained anger. The hall goes quiet once again, the precarious silence casted by the fury of the older Velaryon man makes Lucerys tremble with uneasiness. 

“You break law,” he spits at King Viserys, “and centuries of tradition to install your daughter as heir. Yet you dare tell me who deserves to inherit the name Velaryon. No. I will not allow it.”

“Allow it?” his grandfather asks in angry disbelief, “Do not forget yourself, Vaemond.” 

The Velaryon, more of a snake than a seahorse, turns back abruptly to point at Lucerys, throwing his accusations with venom coating his fangs, “That is no true Velaryon, and certainly no nephew of mine.”

Lucerys whimpers. Cold sweat runs down his back, the hairs of his nape sticking to his skin. His mother grips his hand with renewed ferocity, as if she was afraid of Lucerys being ripped from her grasp. She might as well be, for Lucerys knows that what Vaemond is implying right now is high treason, and were the royals and the nobles to believe his word, Lucerys would find a noose around his neck sooner than later. 

“Go back to your rooms.” Commands Rhaenyra, and there’s credit to give her and the firmness of her voice as her hand quivers in their hold, “You have said enough.”

“Lucerys is my trueborn grandson,” states Viserys. “And you are no more than the second son of Driftmark.”

It does nothing to placate Vaemond’s ire.

“You may run your house as you see fit,” he hisses with disdain, “but you will not decide the future of mine. My house survived the Doom and a thousand tribulations besides. And gods be damned,” when his attention settles over Lucerys this time, he looks ready to pounce and snap his teeth around Lucerys’ throat, “I will not see it ended on the account of this—”

Then Vaemond shuts his mouth. He knows his grandfather might take this as a sing that the older Velaryon is weighting his options and the possible outcomes, but Lucerys knows better. Vaemond Velaryon is tasting the words, enjoying and festering on the acrid flavour of his cruelness. 

Daemon’s voice comes as a soft, challenging whisper.

“Say it.”

It’s a trick, like the Cannibal pretends to be asleep when someone comes too close to his hill just to open his jaw and close his teeth around the cracking bones of the unsuspecting wanderers. 

Vaemond doesn’t know this, though. He’s not a dragon after all. 

“Her children are…” he comes too close to this hill as he screams his next words, “bastards! And she’s a whore.”

The gasps and exclamations flood the room and echo against the walls, but Lucerys can only hear the violent thrumming of his own blood in his ears.

His grandfather asks for Vaemond’s tongue. As his chest heaves erratically, he chances a glance towards Queen Alicent and his uncles and aunt and is not surprised to see Aegon and Aemond enjoying his family’s humiliation.

It makes his stomach upset with a speed that dizzies him, and he’s ready to vomit his lunch over his own boots when a metallic slice cuts through the air and through Vaemond Velaryon’s head. 

Blood sprays everywhere. Some droplets hit Lucerys’ face and hair in the process. His eyes are open with horror, taking the sight of his grandfather’s brother corpse standing still for a second before loudly dropping to the floor. 

The part of his head that is severed from his body rolls in the hall as the veins in his neck keep spraying red, tainting the marble and the stone. Lucerys can see the bones and the muscles torn open as a lamb in the Cannibal’s den.

The gasps have turned into piercing screams, nobles rushing to cover the eyes of the youngest guests of the Red Keep and knights rushing to protect the royals. While the green faction of the family took some steps back and let their fear show, his mother shields him, standing tall and proud as Vaemond’s body lays defeated. A true dragon, the heiress of this empire. She hasn’t stopped holding his hand. 

When Lucerys looks for the culprit, he expects to see Daemon holding a red stained Dark Sister in his right hand. What he sees instead is Jacaerys, the beloved prince and heir, with The Promised still raised. The sword that Daemond and Rhaenyra gifted him in his thirteen name day is wet and tainted, but what weakens Lucerys’ knees and makes his blood sing is his brother’s face. Jacaerys’ amethyst eyes shine with vicious mirth, a bloodthirsty grin fixed upon his lips as he cleans the blade with his own cape. There’s blood dripping from his white strands and staining his cheek and the slope of his nose. Lucerys wants to lick him clean. He bits his own tongue to stop the moans that threaten to get past his lips.

“He can keep his tongue,” Jace says as he steps forward, “for I will have his head.”

Somewhere in the room, Otto screams at the knights. “Disarm him!” 

Jacaerys simply raises his hand at this before pommeling his sword again. “No need.” He then walks around Vaemond’s corpes and crouches down to take his head, looking briefly into Lucerys’ eyes with intention before directing himself to his grandfather and uncle.

“Son,” Rhaenyra warns.

“Son.” Daemon rewards. 

By the steps of the Iron Throne and before the wilting King Viserys, Jacaerys gets down on one knee and presents the evidence of his victory. 

“My King. I present you the head of the treacherous Vaemond Velaryon, who insulted our family. I’ve defended my mother’s name, as well as Prince Lucerys’. And I would dedicate my life to do so were he to be wed to me. May the remains of Vaemond be proof enough of my intentions, and let the realm know what should happen if Lucerys’ blood is put into question again. Let this be the first of many courting presents, for no one else but a dragon could defend my brother with fire and blood.”

Queen Alicent sobs and screams something at their mother, but Rhaenyra is too preoccupied with her own rage towards her oldest son. The last thing Lucerys hears before everything turns pitch black is Daemon’s laughter. 

#and then it's the dinner scene ;) #thank you so much anon for the prompt and request #i hope you liked this <3 #i might turn this into a longer chaptered version one day #who knows #jaceluke #house of the dragon #tw mature content #just some violence and references #tw blood and gore #about: my writing #blond jace as daemon son is not my original idea so credits to the person who thought about that <3 #i just followed a request <3 #jacaerys velaryon #lucerys velaryon #i know this might be full of mistakes and i promise i will check it tomorrow i'm just very sleepy right now djhsagdjsa

[allylikethecat]

gatty sleep prompt let’s get u to bed!!!!!

I have completely given up on answering prompts in the order that I received them and I decided I wanted to do this one next so here we are! (I will get to all of them eventually I promise I haven't forgotten any / anyone) Thank you so much for sending it in! I hope you enjoy the result! If anyone else has any more sleep prompts they want to send in, the list can be found here! Let me know what you think! I love working on prompts and am so happy I was able to carve out some time for this one! Thank you so much for sending it in and for reading!

❤️Ally

Warnings: Fictional!Matty has a cold

“Let’s get you to bed, hm?”

George startled, nearly dropping the carry out bag of  wonton soup that he was holding— he hadn’t expected to find Matty in the kitchen. He was hunched over the kettle with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders like a cape, a trail of tissues sprinkled like the breadcrumbs in Hansel and Gretel leading back to the bedroom as if he was worried he would lose his way. Based on the fever Matty had been sporting when George had left to pick him up the wonton soup from his favorite Chinese restaurant, the one that didn’t deliver, it was likely. George sighed, realizing he was going to have to be the one to pick up all the tissues. Matty got dizzy when he bent down, as they learned earlier that morning when he had dropped his phone off the side of the bed, tried to retrieve it, and then had to sit with his head between his knees for twenty minutes. 

“What are you doing up?” George asked, he would deal with the tissue situation later, and talk to Matty about throwing them into the bin he had left by the bed for that very purpose when he didn’t look like he was about to keel over. George placed the bag containing the container of soup onto the counter. Matty turned, leaning against the counter for support and blinking blurrily at him, before turning his head to cough into his elbow, the blanket slipping off of his boney shoulder. He looked even smaller, wearing one of George’s sweatshirts that swallowed his slight frame, George’s sweatpants hanging off his hips, the hemline dragged along the floor. Matty regularly stole George’s clothes, especially when he felt poorly, wrapping himself in the fabric that smelled like George, wearing the warmth like a hug. 

“Making tea,” he said, the words coming out rough and nasally, causing George to wince. He was surprised, Matty looked awful, he was pale and sweaty, his hair greasy and matted together, with dark circles under his eyes. His nose was red and irritated from blowing it, and George knew he was going to have to convince him to put some moisturizer on it lest the delicate skin start peeling. His sinuses were swollen making his entire face look puffy, his jaw shadowed with stubble and yet, he still managed to sound even worse than he looked. 

“I can see that,” said George, purposely not commenting on the fact that Matty was currently holding a mug of hot water, the tea bag still on the counter. He took a sip, wincing at the pain of swallowing, but not seeming to notice he hadn’t added the tea bag. 

George sighed. “Might want to add the tea bag then,” he said. Matty looked so pathetic holding his mug of hot water, so congested he couldn’t even taste the fact that he hadn’t added the bag that George wasn’t able to keep it to himself any longer. “If you’re making tea and all that.” 

Matty groaned, the sound low and annoyed as he glared at the mug as if it purposely offended him. George stepped into his space, taking the mug from him and setting it on the counter, popping the tea bag into the water. He knew the tea bag was supposed to be added before the water, but at this point he didn’t think it was going to make much of a difference. While the tea bag seeped, he wrapped his arms around Matty’s waist, and instinctually Matty buried his face in George’s chest. 

“Let’s get you to bed, hm?” said George softly, running his hand down Matty’s back. 

“But my tea,” Matty whined, sniffling in such a way that George was hit with the realization that he was going to need to change his tee shirt as soon as he got Matty upstairs, because apparently he was a tissue now as well. 

“I’ll make you a new cup,” said George soothingly, “I’ll even put the tea bag in the mug and add some honey, that’ll be good for your throat.” 

“Okay,” Matty sniffled, pulling away from George. 

George frowned, “are you crying love?” George asked, tilting Matty’s chin up to get a better look at his glassy eyes. 

Matty shook his head and then winced at the movement even as a tear fell, and George reached up and brushed it away with his thumb.

“It’s okay love, I’ll make you a new cup and bring you up some soup, let's just get you all settled and cozy again alright?” He soothed. 

“I just feel so terrible,” Matty whimpered, “I’m tired of feeling terrible, I just want to feel better.” 

“I know love,” said George, nudging Matty, who was unsteady on his feet out of the kitchen, and towards the stairs, careful not to step on any of the tissue trail or the end of the blanket he was still dragging behind him. George was impressed that Matty had actually made it down the stairs in one piece to begin with. “The doctor said you should start feeling better soon, just have to give it a few days for the antibiotics to kick in.” 

Matty groaned again. 

“I’m going to change the sheets real quick,” said George, parking Matty on the chair in the corner of the bedroom that he usually threw his clothes on. George quickly stripped the blankets and sheets off the bed, wrinkling his nose when he realized they were damp with sweat, and replaced them with clean ones with a practiced ease. He looked over at Matty who was now tilted over in the chair, leaning against the wall, breathing through his mouth, exhaustion painted across his face, his trip downstairs wiping him out completely.

He looked back at the clean sheets and sighed. “Do you think you’re up to a quick shower?” George asked, “I think it will help you feel better.” 

He tried not to think about how Matty had nearly brained himself in the shower the night before, the hot water and steam making him light headed. 

Matty shook his head, before curling over, a coughing fit taking over his body. 

“I just want to lay down,” he wheezed, and George winced, realizing he needed to choose his battles. 

“Let’s at least get you into some clean clothes,” he said, helping pull the sweatshirt over Matty’s head and replacing it with one of his tee shirts off of the pile of clean clothes he hadn’t yet had the chance to put away. He held onto Matty’s hands as he stepped out of the sweatpants and guided him back towards the bed. 

“Get some rest,” said George, pressing a kiss to his warm forehead. “I’ll reheat the soup for you when you’re feeling up to it.” 

“Thank you,” Matty rasped, “I love you.” 

George smiled, and kissed his forehead again. “I love you too.”

#allylikethecat #ask ally #anon ask #fanfiction #matty fic #gatty #prompt fill #prompt fills #prompt #prompts #sleep prompts #sleep prompt #sleep prompt fill #sick fic #keep it kind #thank you for sending this in! #i thought this entire list was super cute #i hope you like it #please let me know! #if you hate it i'll redo it #thank you!!

[vpofcookies]

♦️

Red banquet fit?

#my meeting got rescheduled for an hour earlier so i couldn't color it 😥 #thank you anon for the prompt! #my thought process was red diamond->jewelry-> also cards->quackity. red +jewelry+quackity= red banquet #art #mcyt #technoblade #vpoc draws #vpoc answers #techno doodles #part two

[sorryimananti-romantic]

No stop I just finished student teaching in a middle school math department 😭 Joong as my coworker?? No now you have to imagine he pops in your classroom real quick “hey how do you think we should score these tests?” And during the next passing period “I just made this key can you double check my answers when you get the time” in the middle of lunch “look at this kid’s work can you tell me what number you think this is supposed to be” which are all valid things that teachers check together but he does it as an excuse to say hi to you in the middle of the day and wooyoung (history) and san (phys ed) (unlikely friends but they are somehow) have a running bet on whether you’ll be dating by Christmas or not

omygod. stop. GO AND WRITE THIS AND MAKE THIS A THING I BEG DKJSGFKHGJKFGH-

joong as your coworker in school is a full concept. yes these are all valid questions and probably half the times he actually needs an answer from you. the other half could be him just using this as an excuse to see you and check on you. sometimes he'll be like "yo check this out this kid got it right the first try but then cut it and got it wrong" and you would both laugh a little and recall when you used to be the same, but really it would have been him trying to lift your mood bc he spotted you having a moment to yourself earlier bc it had been a long day. he'd share tips or material, anything to help you and make you feel better :(( and you'd get him sth in return like a lil gift or a snack-- or maybe a casual dinner offer where you both forget for a while that you're coworkers and simply enjoy each other's presence? 😭

not only woosan, but most of the staff and most of the kids would be betting on you both too. it's just a game of will you notice first or will hongjoong give in and just confess. sometimes the kids in hongjoong's class would tease him whenever they see you passing by and hongjoong would have a fit trying to calm his class down glaring at them but he'd give up bc boi is he in lurv. some of them would do anything to get you around him during after class hours/breaks.

and when you finally get together? good luck taming the kids and the staff for a while 😭 i can imagine how chaotic it would be when they learn that you both are a thing now- hongjoong would never hear the end of it 😭😭

also wooyoung as history and san as phys ed?? 👀 i hear you 👀

#i should be asleep but #brain is buzzing with coworker teacher joong #i need to read sth like this rn #or else i'll write it out of spite #ateez as teachers saga #kim hongjoong #would make a very fine maths teacher #thank you for this little prompt anon #you better continue this little thought #hehehe #💌 #yumi.asks

[hanasnx]

hayden spitting on ur cunt when ur whining and complaining about how it’s too big and too much

and then spitting in ur mouth to shut u up

or slapping u and then spitting on where he slapped u when it gets red bc he’s just so kind!!!

-🎀

hayden the spitter we are all of one mind i feel god in this chilis tonight. ive never been more thankful that i kept on this hayden christensen smut agenda for so long even when it was lonely, thank god thank god

mid-fuck you're squirming about how it hurts and it's too much. he looks at you when he stops, and then situates himself to lean right over your pussy, and lets his gob of spit string out to land on his shaft, so when he bottoms out he slides it right in there, lubing you up. "feel better?" but you can't even think of a response with your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

he tells you to hold it when he spits in your mouth and you give him a determined little nod with your pursed lips sticking out n all scrunched together and he scoffs at you with that dazzling grin.

"c'mere," he says when he motions you to offer your head to him, giving you a little firm pat on your cheek, enough for a sting. you flinch and squeak and then he splays his fingers around your jaw, angling your head so he can spit on that red spot for you. gives you a couple more pats and you say thank you which he thinks is really cute.

#indy shoots the shit #thanks for the msg!! #anon: 🎀 #ch: hayden #hayden christensen prompt #hayden christensen thought #hayden christensen smut #hayden christensen x reader #hayden christensen x fem reader #hayden christensen x you #hayden christensen x y/n #hayden christensen imagine #hayden christensen fic #hayden christensen fanfic #hayden christensen fanfiction #reader insert

[mostlikelytofangirl]

Ok but can you do a fic with like baby trapped au done by jiang cheng to jin guangyao

Hi there! Sorry this took so long ^^;. I'm literally at the other side of the world on vacations, but I figured I should reply to this already, especially after having been hit by inspiration.

Idk if this is what you had in mind, but I could only think of modern AU since I failed to come up with a canonverse way in which JL could ever be under the full care of the Jiang sect :P

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Jiang Cheng had no idea who was that guy trying to fool. He would admit to not being the most observant individual and that only made the situation all the more infuriating: Jiang Cheng noticing it all so blatantly and Jin Guangyao still shamelessly denying it.

“I have no idea what you are talking about, Wanyin.”

The Wanyin in question frowned in his best unimpressed face, hoping he didn’t have to spell out how little he believed the guy standing in front of him in his designer suit and shades, all perfectly professional like it was a business meeting and not a casual conversation at Jiang Cheng’s porch. 

If they could even call dropping their currently sleeping shared nephew at Jiang Cheng’s place after a legal battle ‘casual’, that is.

“You can wear all the Gucci you want and that still won’t cover the bruises, Guangyao.”

Jiang Cheng rolled his sleeves up and crossed his arms. He was pleased to see Guangyao’s hand flinch towards his own sleeve, realizing too late that his tailored shirt wasn’t covering his wrists enough.

“Accidents happen, Wanyin,” replied Guangyao, shrugging and placing his shades on top of his head. “Forgive my bluntness, but this is hardly your business.”

That only made Jiang Cheng furrow his brow deeper. Yes, maybe it wasn’t his place to say a thing about what clearly was happening between Guangyao and his father and step-mother, but it just didn’t sit well with him, not saying a thing.

“We have been handling this issue together for a while, sorry if I show some concern,” Jiang Cheng rebuked, not sorry at all. “The Jin household is not a safe place and—”

“And that’s why I helped you get full custody of A-Ling, didn’t I? Which is a secret you swore to take to the grave with you.”

The urgency in Guangyao’s voice was only adding to the pile of clues he was unknowingly giving Jiang Cheng about his own situation at the Jin residence. Or maybe he was trying to get Jiang Cheng to do something about it? He couldn’t put it past Guangyao to be too much of a proud bastard to directly ask for help. That was something Jiang Cheng could respect, truth to be told, as much as such mind games were a pain in the ass.

“I will, don’t worry, no one will know.” 

“Good. It wasn’t an easy case, I’d hate for all the hard work to be wasted just because you can’t keep your mouth shut.”

“You know, it would have made the case easier if you had just declared the mistreat—”

“It’s all done now, Wanyin, we accomplished our goal.” Guangyao looked away, putting his shades back in place as he got ready to leave. “I’ll have the rest of A-Ling’s things ready in a couple days, tops; father and Mrs. Jin are very sore losers and I wouldn’t be surprised if they offered resistance, so it would probably help if you applied pressure, calling frequently and threatening to get the police involved for failure to comply with a court ruling.”

“I’ll pick the bags up myself.”

Guangyao nodded, and just as he leaned down to pick up the bag that had contained Jin Ling's basic things, Jiang Cheng managed to catch another fading bruise on his nape.

“Come on, man, seriously?!”

The shades went up again, showing Guangyao’s confused expression, blinking at Jiang Cheng with something way too close to indignation, waiting for the other to explain himself.

“What—?”

“You neck, goddamnit! You gonna tell me that that one was an accident, too?”

Jiang Cheng considered it a victory that Guangyao’s hand automatically moved to the spot in his neck without having to be pointed out. With a sigh, Jiang Cheng rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“Can you at least not act like I’m too dumb to notice?”

“I’m not doing such a thing, Wan—”

“You are doing it right…!” He took a deep breath. “Listen, we’ve gone through our fair share of shit together.”

“So what, we are friends now?”

“Aren’t we?”

Guangyao’s fierce gaze didn’t soften after the question, but he closed his mouth, pursing his lips as he breathed in and out, recovering his infamous composure. He hadn’t downright denied it and Jiang Cheng wasn’t very sure why he was relieved about that. They had spent months plotting in secret how to get Jin Ling away of the clutches of his grandparents, both agreeing that Jin Guangshan and his wife were the furthest cry from good role models for the three-years old; and knowing fully well that there wasn’t a place far enough that Guangyao could run to where his father wouldn’t find him if his involvement was ever discovered. It had been a brave thing that Jiang Cheng hadn’t expected from a Jin, much less the peacock’s uptight little half-brother; a selfless act, too, since Jiang Cheng having full custody meant Jin Ling would no longer be living in the same place as Guangyao. 

The man’s dedication to their little nephew was something that took Jiang Cheng by surprise, and he couldn’t deny that it gave the guy a lot of points in his book. He had been an unsuspectedly nice co-conspirator, as well: he was smart, with a mean steak and a sharp tongue that made Jiang Cheng laugh like he didn’t imagine he would after a-jie’s death. It also made him more confident about that brash side of himself that Wei Wuxian always said scared people away.

Jin Guangyao was someone Jiang Cheng could be as openly assholish (to others) as he wanted, and he honestly appreciated that he could be that for the other man, too, if the way his customer service persona slipped when they were alone was anything to go by.

Which was why it was so fucking frustrating that Guangyao was hell bent in denying that he was being physically abused! Hadn’t Jiang Cheng proved himself already?! Wei Wuxian was abroad and Guangyao’s other half-siblings had been clever enough to not get too involved with their father, Jin Ling was the only family they both had left, why couldn’t they…

Why couldn’t they.

“I appreciate your help with this issue, Wanyin, but I’m afraid there are no more miracles you can work.” Guangyao said in a tone that sounded awfully similar to defeat, offering a shy little smile as he tentatively took a step back. “Do let me know if there is anything I can do for you and A-Ling from now on…”

“Stay.”

Jiang Cheng acted before he could either talk himself out of it or think it through; he simply reached out and grabbed Guangyao’s wrist, carefully.

“What?”

“Stay.”

He fixed Guangyao with an intense gaze, trying to convey how much he meant it. However, it was plain to see that Guangyao wasn’t convinced, he just stared back at him in disbelief, almost like Jiang Cheng had grown another head.

“The hell are you talking about, Wanyin?”

He was fucking talking about giving Guangyao a place where he wouldn’t have to hide bruises, damnit! But that stubborn son of a bitch was not going to relent in his denial and Jiang Cheng only had one more weapon in his arsenal.

“I’m a single dude that has never looked after a toddler all fucking day long, man. At least you have lived with the kid.”

“... You want me to help you care for A-Ling?”

“Yes. You know your shit around kids, from what I heard.”

“From where did you—?”

“A-jie.”

Guangyao averted his gaze at last. He had loved A-jie almost as much as Jiang Cheng himself, she had always been the nicest towards him and that apparently was a change in the guy’s life. 

“Well, I do know that you don’t curse anywhere near them, Wanyin.”

There was a hint of a smile there, and Jiang Cheng felt his own lips curling upwards.

“See? I could use some help.”

When Guangyao made eye contact again, he did so barely peeking through his ridiculously long eyelashes.

“Are you sure you want this?”

“Hey, I wouldn’t be asking if I wasn’t sure.”

Guangyao’s hand moved to his shoulder, rubbing it in a gesture that could easily pass as nervousness and hesitation, but Jiang Cheng was already sure that he was going to find another nasty purple-green marking there.

“Alright,” Guangyao eventually relented, taking a deep breath as if mustering his conviction. “I will have A-Ling’s and… my things ready in a couple days.”

“I’ll pick you up, then.”

Jiang Cheng let go of him once he saw an actual smile on the guy’s face, shades on again and picking up the empty bag.

“I guess I’ll see you soon, then,” Guangyao was saying as he made his way to his car. “The things I do for this child, honestly.”

“That brat, forcing our hands like this,” replied Jiang Cheng, watching him go with his back leaning on the doorframe.

“This is just for A-Ling.”

“Just for Jin Ling.”

Guangyao went inside his tacky golden car and started the engine, but just before he drove off, he looked at Jiang Cheng one more time, smiled again, got another smile in return, and mouthed a ‘thank you’.

#replies #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #jiang cheng #jin guangyao #chengyao #baby trapping #kinda sorta #I MEAN #I could have gone the legit literal way #(and maybe some day I will lol) #but I had this idea popping up in my head and I thought it was cute #hope you like it anon #thanks for the nice suprise prompt #(now I better go to sleep man. I'm drunk and it's almost 2:30 am) #me is writing #this was a prompt