#the point is that HE HAS A FUCKING NEPHEW TO SPOIL

[tossawary]

Wei Wuxian's first meeting with teenage Jin Ling just gets funnier every time. Especially because, by this point, he should have a rough idea of how long it's been since he died, and he immediately recognizes Jin Ling as a member of the Jin Sect, clearly an important one if he's bossing other people around and spending absurd amounts of money on spiritual nets. If Wei Wuxian had spent A SINGLE MINUTE actively trying to guess this kid's identity, he probably could have worked out that this kid has a high chance of being his nephew.

But Wei Wuxian does not take the time (thirty seconds! WWX, you could have made an educated guess!) to figure out this kid's specific identity! He's just been wrestling with an incredibly stubborn donkey all day and he's probably hangry again because they had to share an apple. He just thinks to himself, "Wow, this Jin kid is a real spoiled brat," and goes from there!

"Didn't your mother ever teach you any manners?" he says obliviously to JIN LING, his own fucking nephew. When Jin Ling is FAMOUSLY ORPHANED. Like, you could go up to literally anyone on the street and be like, "What happened to that rich kid Jin Ling's parents?" and they would immediately tell you, "Oh, the evil Yiling Patriarch killed them, evilly." Very high chance that no one has ever said anything like this to Jin Ling - extremely rich young master, most famous orphan in the cultivation world, in possession of some very scary uncles - before.

And from Jin Ling's perspective, this outrageous comment is coming from his OWN UNCLE, Mo Xuanyu, his late grandfather's bastard son who was kicked out of the sect for being gay and crazy. There is NO WAY that Mo Xuanyu could somehow not know that Jin Ling has no parents, so of course, this has to be an intentional low-blow insult bringing up and disparaging his dead mother. So, of course this brat tries to start a fight! Mo Xuanyu started it with words like that!

And then Wei Wuxian trips him and essentially sits on him (using a talisman), there's the whole "My uncle is going to kill you!" & "Who's your uncle?" exchange, and Jiang Cheng immediately interrupts them. And Wei Wuxian has to do the sudden, incredibly simple, damning mental calculation of: "Jin kid + Jiang Cheng for an uncle = Oh, fuck."

It's funny every single time.

#tossawary mdzs #wei wuxian #jin ling

[sentientcave]

Retirement Party

Price has retired from Military life, and he's not handling the change well. But on the one year anniversary of him hanging it up, his boys bring him something special to help keep him busy. You.

Chapter One - The Perfect Gift

Contains: No Y/N, Kidnapping, Stalking, Drugging, Forcible relocation, Generally creepy behaviour, Threats (open-ended), I guess this might count as human trafficking?, Dubcon everything because Reader is terrified (non-sexual), plus-sized reader, fem/afab reader, There is something fucking wrong with these guys for real.

~3.2k - MDNI - Dark fic! Please mind the content warning above

"I told ye, she's perfect," Soap said, eyes on the window across the street. They could see you puttering around your living room, wearing a pretty flower print dress as you tidied up. "Good with bairns too, met her when I was pickin' up the niece and nephew from school. She was workin' for some rich family, an' they let her go because the wife found a pair of her knickers in her husband's briefcase." He snickered. He'd been the one to put them there, although, in his opinion, he’d been pushing the bounds for a long while anyway. Sure he’d essentially cast you adrift, jobless and with no one looking out for you, but, well, they were looking after you now, weren’t they? So it wasn’t all that bad.

"Good job, pup," Ghost said fondly, ruffling Johnny's hair. "Captain's gonna love 'er."

"How do you lads want to play it?" Gaz asked. "Could go in tonight. Won’t take much to knock her out, pack up her things, take her to the cabin. Get her nice and situated for when Price gets back."

"No point in waitin', is there?" Ghost asked. "Nice she's on the ground floor. Makes takin' 'er things easier. I'll go round 'n' check the windows in a bit. Should wait till after midnight. Don't want to be spotted by the neighbours."

"No' much risk o' tha'," Soap said. "Knocked over a bunch of bins last I was here and the cunts didna even turn on a light. Just the bonnie thing worryin’ while the rest of ‘em sleep sound."

Gaz lit a cigarette, nodding thoughtfully. "Small apartment too. Is there much to move?"

Soap shook his head. "Nah, no' much. Sweet girl lives simply. I told ye, she's perfect for the captain. He'll be able to spoil the fuck out of her, once she's broken in, aye?"

"Know 'e'll like that. Man needs a wife to dote on. ‘e’s been goin’ a bit crazy, all alone. An' 'e can train'er up nice."

"Think he might share?" Gaz asked wistfully, exhaling a stream of thin smoke as he sighed. "Nice soft girl like that-- Plenty to go around."

Ghost laughed. "Thought we'd 'ave trouble gettin' Johnny to keep 'is 'ands to 'imself, and you're the one droolin'."

"Scuse me for having eyes, mate. Just think she looks sweet."

"We'll get to see first 'and soon.” Ghost clapped him on the shoulder. “Come on lads. Let's get ready."

You wake up on the hard metal floor of a moving vehicle, your pounding head cradled in someone's hands. That's what you notice first, and the thumbs rubbing circles against your neck soothingly.

It has the opposite effect. Your eyes fly open.

“Hi, bonnie,” a somewhat familiar face grins down at you, blue eyes smiling, but too intense, glittering in the low light that filters in from the windows at the front of the truck. “How’s yer head?”

You grimace, trying to make sense of what’s going on around you. The back of the van seems to be filled with boxes. “Aren’t you Finn and Rory’s uncle?”

“Aw, ye remember me? Knew ye were a sweetheart.”

You try to sit up, but Johnny puts a strong hand on your shoulder and keeps you where you are. Your head feels too heavy to try and fight him, your muscles weak. “What’s going on?” you ask. “What— Is this a kidnapping?”

“Tha’s an ugly word, bonnie. We’re doin’ ye a favour, really. Settin’ ye up with someone respectable. Captain’ll take good care of ye.” He pats your cheek. “Whyna get back to sleep? Still a ways to go, aye?”

Maybe it’s just a bad, weird dream. You do feel foggy, like you’re not fully attached to your body, and keeping your eyes open is a struggle. You’ll wake up back in your own bed, and have a funny story to tell if you ever bump into Johnny again. He’s definitely too nice to be a kidnapper, right? Like, people don’t really do that sort of thing. It has to be a dream.

“Okay,” you mumble, letting your eyes close again.

As you suspected, you wake up again in bed. The headache’s receded some, and there’s warm sunlight streaming in through the windows. You bury your face into the pillows, and then bolt upright. The pillow smells weird, like sweet tobacco and spice, and you don’t get morning sun in your bedroom. The window faces a brick wall across a narrow alley.

The room you’re in now is not your room. It’s sparsely furnished, just a dresser under the window and the bed you’re tucked into, and two doors, one that’s clearly a closet, and one that must lead out into the rest of the… house? Judging by the sound of birdsong outside, you’re out of the city.

You pad to the window and look out. There’s a van in the driveway, and three men carrying things in. One of them looks up and spots you in the window, waving cheerfully.

Not a dream. Fear grips you, ice sliding down your spine, shards settling in your stomach, needling and uncomfortable. Your sinuses prickle like you’re about to cry, but no tears come. You’re too dehydrated to summon them. It’s hard to tell how long you’ve been out— It’s fully daylight outside, but you have no idea what time. A second look around the room finds a digital clock sitting on the nightstand, 3:05 glaring back at you in red.

There’s a knock on the door, and it pushes open. The man who walks in is handsome, smiling at you so beautifully that your automatic response is to try and smile back, although you feel that it’s flimsy, unsure. There’s no chance that this man is here to help you, but you at least hope he’s not here to hurt you either.

“How’re you feeling?” he asks. His voice is as pleasant as his face is, smooth and cheerful, although it makes you wary about him on principle. “You hungry?”

You shake your head. It’s not true, but you can’t trust that there wouldn’t be drugs in anything they give you.

“Well, come on downstairs, hm? Get some water at least. Maybe a tea?”

Your stomach churns. “I might be sick,” you manage to squeak out. He quickly ushers you out into the hall and into a bathroom. You don’t make it to the toilet, but you do manage to make it to the sink. If you had a little more fire in you, you might have tried to vomit bile onto the pretty man’s shoes, but it’s hard to shake the instinct to be good, not to make any trouble, to hope that they’ll just let you go. You’re not even sure what they want. You have no family to ransom, you don’t have any money to speak of, you’re just a fat little ex-nanny still paying off an English Literature degree from a second-rate college.

You turn on the sink to wash away the sick, and rinse your mouth out. Your hands start shaking when you realize your toothbrush is sitting in the holder next to the sink, like it belongs there. Your makeup bag is sitting on the counter too, and when you look down, you realize you’re standing on your own bathmat, taken from your home and arranged here, as if effects from your own house are supposed to make you feel comfortable. You look at your reflection in the mirror, and then at the man still standing in the doorway, his brown eyes all concern, as if he wasn’t party to a fucking nightmare.

You straighten up, gripping the counter to steady yourself. “What the hell is this?” you ask, trying to inject some authority into your quaking voice. “Who are you? What do you want from me?”

“I’m Gaz. Nice to meet you. Johnny had lots of nice things to say about you.”

So that hadn’t been a dream either. You look around the room desperately, looking for anything that could possibly be used as a weapon, but Gaz seems to know exactly what you’re doing, and he steps into your space quickly to grab your hands.

“None of that. Come on. You’ll feel better after a tea, yeah? Then you can get ready to meet the captain.”

He leads you downstairs. Questions spin around your head, but you’re not sure if it’s worth asking. Gaz only bothered to respond to one of the three you’ve asked so far, and it wasn’t the one that you were most interested in an answer to. So you stay quiet instead, taking in the layout of the big room. A front door and a back door, and windows that look out onto a forest on one side of the property, and more forest on the other side, beyond a large cleared space with a neat garden and a few fruit trees. There’s a second building that you can just see the corner of from the kitchen window, more likely a garage than a neighbour.

Gaz backs you up against the counter and leans down slightly, his hands gripping your thighs. You panic, the touch surprising you, and slap him across the face. The sharp sound makes you freeze, like it wasn’t you that had done it. He takes advantage of your surprise to shove you up onto the counter and grab both your hands with one of his, all the friendliness draining our of his eyes in an instant as he points a scolding finger at you. You feel like you’ve done something naughty that you’re not fully aware of the implications of yet, a badly trained dog or a child. “I’m going to let that one slide, because I understand that this is a big change for you. But you’re not going to like what happens if you try that again, understood?”

You nod quickly, your own eyes wide. “I-I’m sorry,” you say, the instinct for appeasement rearing it’s skittish little head.

And then the smile returns, as pretty as before, storm clouds blowing away as though they’d never been there to begin with. “It’s alright, doll. Just don’t do it again. And definitely don’t try that attitude on with the captain.” He taps the pointing finger against your nose playfully, and lets your hands drop back into your lap.

The rules seem simple enough. Be good and sweet, and get friendly faces in return, to a degree. No matter how cooperative you are, you doubt they’re going to let you go home. Fighting back means consequences, and you’re not sure how far those consequences will extend. If you’re too much trouble, it’s not a stretch to imagine that they’ll just kill you outright and try again with a meeker woman. You don’t yet know if death would be the more preferable outcome.

You pull your sweater down over your thighs. The black zip-up hoodie isn’t yours (the word Riley is stitched onto the front of it), but it’s big, and even though it smells faintly of cigarettes, it affords you at least a little modesty and comfort, more than the tank top and the sleep-shorts you’re wearing underneath do. Riley must be the third man. Was he the captain? Or was there a fourth one somewhere?

Johnny comes through the door carrying your suitcases, and he grins widely when he sees you, the charming, boyish one that you’d thought was handsome before. It’s only unnerving now. “Didja have a good sleep, bonnie?”

“You drugged me,” you accuse.

“Weel, of course. You were no’ goan ta come all peaceable, and LT wouldna be patient if ye were cryin’ the whole way here.” He trots upstairs, and you can hear him drop the bags with a thump, before he’s clattering back down the steps and leaning against the counter next to you. “How’d’ye like yer new home, bonnie? S’a nice place, aye? Better than tha’ little shoebox back in the city.”

“I like my apartment,” you protest.

“Psh, ye’d say tha’. Puttin’ on a brave face since yer such a good girl. But it wasna verra safe, was it? No’ a single neighbour paid us any mind while we were loadin’ up yer things. No’ a good place for a single girl, aye?” He reaches out and puts a big hand on your knee, squeezing lightly. “Now ye’ll be taken care of, like ye should be.”

“I don’t want to be taken care of.”

“Nonsense. Ye’ll be glad, once ye get used to things. Already looks real homey in here, don’t ye think?” He gestures at the living room.

You twist to look, and your stomach sinks. Your throw pillows are on the couch, one of the afghans you crocheted hanging over the back of it. You recognize the titles of your books on the shelves. These men were nothing if not thorough, surgically removing your entire life and transplanting it to this house in the woods, with it’s wood panel walls and big, overstuffed leather couches.

He continues blithely, like he’s not delivering some of the most horrifying news you’ve ever heard. “Most of your furniture’s in the garage, ye can sort tha’ out with Price, aye? But we brought all yer clothes and decorations and whatnot in. Figure ye should wear tha’ pretty black sundress, an’ those long stockin’s with the clippy belt, ye ken the one? Cap’ll like those.”

They’d been through all your things. If you had anything left to throw up, you might’ve again. Gaz sets a glass of water on the counter next to you. “How d’you take your tea, doll?”

“Milk, two sugars,” Johnny answers for you. “Our sweet lass has a sweet tooth, aye?”

“How do you know that?” You can hear the quiver in your voice, and it doesn’t slip by either of them.

“Come oan, hen, ye ken I didna jus’ pick ye off the street. Did my research. Wouldna pick just anyone for the captain.”

“When he said he’d found the perfect girl, we didn’t believe him at first,” Gaz says, leaning against the counter on the other side of the kitchen while the tea steeps. “But Ghost and I knew he was right, soon as we saw you.” He nods at the glass. “Drink your water. You haven’t had anything since last night.”

“Is it drugged?” you ask flatly.

“No, want ye awake for when Price gets here. Yer a real cute thing asleep, but we want him ta hear yer pretty voice and see that smile, aye?” Johnny reaches past you and picks up the glass of water, taking a big swig to demonstrate it’s harmlessness.

You take a careful sip when he hands it back to you, and then another, resisting the urge to just gulp the whole thing down. The door opens again, and the biggest man you’ve seen in your life walks in, wearing a black t-shirt and a mask with the jaw of a skull printed on it, pulled up over the lower half of his face. He looks at you dispassionately, and then at Gaz and Johnny. “What the ‘ell have you two muppets been sayin’ to the poor thing?” he asks, his voice rumbling like an avalanche. “She looks like she’s gonna faint.”

“Figure she’s just peaky,” Gaz says defensively. “I’m making her tea.”

The big guy swats Johnny’s hand away from your knee impatiently, and cages you in against the counter, one huge arm on either side of you. “How’re you feelin’ bird? Be honest.”

“Terrified,” you admit.

He chuckles. “Sensible, considerin’. But you don’t need to worry, olright? No one’s gonna hurt you, so long as you’re good. And you want to be good, don’t you, bird?”

You nod. You’d thought Gaz and Johnny were big, but this one’s huge, broad and tall and even scarier. It’s clear why they started off introducing themselves to you in the order they did. If this man had been the first thing you’d seen after waking up you probably would have gone into hysterics.

“Use your words, pet.”

“I want to be good,” you say obediently, because you don’t see any other options, at least for the moment.

“Good girl,” he says, and there’s the slightest hint of a smile in his dark eyes.

Somehow, this is the most comforting thing that you’ve experienced all day. You won’t be hurt if you’re good, and you are being good.

He pushes back from the counter slightly, giving you more space, takes the mug of tea from Gaz, and hands it off to you. “Small sips,” he instructs. “And maybe a biscuit, if you think you can keep it down.”

“Are you the captain?” you ask nervously, gripping the mug with two hands.

“Hm? No. ‘e’s still about an hour out. I’m Simon. Ghost to these two.” He fishes an open package of biscuits out of the cupboard and sets them next to you. “Once you finish your tea, we’ll get you ready. Want to make a good first impression, right bird?”

“Not really,” you admit. “I’d like to go home.”

He laughs, at least finding your honesty amusing. “That won’t be ‘appenin’. If Price dun’t want you, I’ll keep you myself. But I’ll tell you right now, you’ll like Price better. If you’re good for him, he’ll be real good to you, understood?”

You bite your tongue. It won’t do you any good to point out that a man that would accept a person as a gift is probably not capable of being good to anyone. Good is subjective, and the three men in front of you are lunatics. Their captain probably has the slightest bit stronger a grasp on his sanity, or a consistent moral code, if not a particularly righteous one. So you just keep your mouth shut, and drink your tea, and eat two chocolate digestives while Gaz and Johnny start collecting things to make dinner.

As soon as you set your empty mug to the side Ghost pops you down from the counter and ushers you upstairs with a big hand placed a little too low on your back. He tells you what to wear (down to the lingerie), but blessedly doesn’t insist on watching you get dressed. He does sit on the edge of the tub and watch you put on makeup, however, requesting red lipstick and winged eyeliner. Your hands are still a little shaky, but you manage to do as he asks. His eyes smile at you just a little when you’re obedient. You feel pathetic for not making a fuss, but you’re not sure what you can possibly do, except something stupid that will make them angry enough to hurt you.

He helps you into a pair of strappy red heels that had been languishing in the back of your closet before they dug everything out, and straightens the seam of your stockings, running his big hands up your calves. It’s like you’re a doll, dressed just how he wants, something to look pretty and say less than nothing, a gift for some other man you’ve never met to keep on a shelf.

Or worse, to play with.

You hear Johnny and Gaz greet someone downstairs, their voices loud and excited, and your heart skips nervously.

Ghost rises to his feet, smiling so big you can see it even with the mask. “Wait right here, pet,” he says firmly, leaving you sitting on the edge of the bed while he goes off to greet his captain. “Want to introduce you proper.”

So you sit, and you wait, shaking and nervous, for what feels like eternity, until you hear Simon’s surprisingly light footfalls on the stairs again. He offers you a hand, and hoists you over his shoulder as soon as you’re on your feet, carrying you down into the living room.

“We all pitched in,” Gaz says, as casually as if he meant throwing in five dollars for a card. “But she was Soap’s idea.”

“Picked ‘er out special, Cap,” Johnny says. “She’s perfect for ye.”

“She?” an unfamiliar voice asks. “Don’t tell me you got me a dog.”

“Better than that, skipper.” Ghost laughs as he circles around the couch, and drops you carefully into the man’s lap, stepping into line with the other two. “We got you a wife.”

I've been low-key thinking about this concept since I read ohbo-ohno's Don't Leave Me Locked in Your Heart a while back (If you haven't read and you like a good dark fic, you should click that link, you may enjoy it). I think getting someone a person as a gift, or being given as a gift, rather, is a fun fucked up fantasy to explore. I'm not entirely sure where I'll take this but I promise to put in content warnings. Let me know if I miss something, I don't want anyone to be surprised by what they find!

Image Credits: Banner

Dividers: 1 - 2 - 3 by @/Cafekitsune

#cod mw fanfiction #cave writing #John Price x Reader #x reader #dark fic #Price please keep your dogs on leashes they are terrorizing women #The boys missed the real retirement party because they got emergency deployed and they've been trying to reschedule all year long #Good thing they've got such a good gift to make up for it #The homies in discord agree: These guys are unsettling

[liv3laughlev]

BABY? BABY!! // ★.⁗☕️⚬☆

content warnings: nsfw, fem & afab reader, hubby!toji, reader is written to have hair long enough to be played with and pushed away, breeding kink, creampie, toji has baby fever, rough sex

author’s note: thank you guys for the support on my first post i hope you guys like this one too :D

masterlist !!

toji never really wanted children, for the most part, he actually disliked them. they were loud and sticky and honestly more expensive to take care of than anything. but today you had agreed to watch your nephew, who was only just a few months old.

you would carry him all over the house, spoiling him rotten with affection. and when toji came home from a long day of work he was a little surprised to hear the sound of a baby giggling while you tickled him.

“what’s this about?” he asked as he sat on the couch, observing the smile you had on your face as you played with your nephew.

“i’m watching him because my sister had to go to work early and her husband couldn’t watch him since he also had work!” you said with a sweet smile as you looked up at him from the floor.

“alright..” he sighed as he sat back, just deciding to observe you.

he noticed how you were basically glowing while playing with your nephew, the sweetest smile on your face. it had him thinking— what would it be like if the two of you had your own kid? he was stuck thinking about what it’d be like all evening until your sister came to pick up her son.

now alone with you he was watching tv with you, his arm wrapped around you while you were snuggled up next to him.

he wanted to say something about earlier, no- needed to. but to be honest we wasn’t sure you’d be into the idea. having kids is such a big step. there’s no guarantee you two won’t regret it down the line. but it was now or never.

“babe?” he spoke up, playing with your hair a little.

“yes?” you asked sweetly, tracing your finger on his stomach some.

toji struggled to figure out how to word what he wanted, which wasn’t often so this was a little nerve wracking for him. “fuck it..” he murmured. “i wanna give you my baby.” he spoke.

your eyes widened a little. “do you mean.. you wanna have one with me?” you asked, biting your lip a little. you had been wanting this basically since the two of you got married a year ago, and part of you didn’t believe this was actually happening.

“yeah.. saw you with that kid and honestly it made me realize it.. do you want that too?” he asked, pushing your hair out of your face some. the nod you gave him was all the confirmation he needed.

“oh fuck!” you whimpered as he had you bouncing on his cock— his cock was reaching deep inside you, his hands gripping onto your hips while he fucked you. you couldn’t even think at this point, hands reaching behind to grasp onto his arms.

“that’s it, baby.. keep bouncing like that..” he groaned, eyes glued to the way you would grind back against him. he couldn’t even think straight either at this point, the only thing in his mind is his determination to get you knocked up.

“toji.. ‘m getting tired..” you whined, your thighs burning a little from riding him. you had probably came already twice and he hadn’t came once, and he planned to dump a couple loads inside you.

toji smirked and didn’t hesitate to bend you over in front of him completely, your ass up while he pushed your face down a little. you cried out in pleasure when his cock bullied deeper inside you. “that better, baby?” he teased, giving your ass a nice slap before his hands rested on your hips while he fucked you so well from behind.

“f-fuuck..” you whined out, your eyes rolling back ever so slightly. “please.. need it.. i need it.. can’t handle it much longer..” you rambled while you felt his hand reach down to toy with your clit, his thumb rubbing it in tight circles.

“i knoww baby.. just a little longer..” he chuckled, “i’m gonna cum soon.. gonna dump it all in that pretty pussy of yours..” he moaned, his eyes taking every reaction you had to what he did.

you nodded desperately, your moans getting a little sharp as you neared another orgasm. “please.. yes please..” you whimpered.

toji groaned as he heard you begging for him. he felt the urge to rest his head back but he wanted to see you as you came more than anything. he loved the way your body shook, your voice suddenly high as you squirmed under him. you gasped, your hands searching for something to hold onto as you finally came. toji nearly lost it as he felt the snug feeling your cunt gave his cock, and he didn’t hesitate to slam his hips against yours one more time before his cum spurt deep inside you.

you two took a minute or two to catch your breath, and toji gently pulled out of you. he watched the way his cum slowly seeped from your pussy, feeling his cock stir right back to life.

he kept you in bed for at least two hours after that to fuck you more, but it definitely paid off because a few weeks later you showed him your positive pregnancy test.

#lev.com☁️ #dividers by cafekitsune #jujutsu kaisen smut #toji x reader smut #toji fushiguro smut #toji smut #toji jjk smut #smut #toji fushiguro jjk smut

[thecuriousquest]

Yan Uncle Nanami has a lot of fears. However, his biggest one is his lil niece/nephew (aka reader) ending up EXACTLY like a certain blue eyed moron their father.

And those fears came true the day you started talking for the first time💀

Yan!Uncle Nanami

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @chickennugnugnug @palesweetscherryblossom

Warnings: Platonic yandere themes

Note: Reader is five years old

Master List

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Gojo taught you the drinking game, except now you've made it your own.

Five-Year-Old Reader: *Clap, clap* "Name one thing you like about Y/N Gojo! I'll go first! EVERYTHING!"

Uncle Nanami is so tired. He watches you closely, either rubbing his temples or pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and pointer finger.

Uncle Nanami, and I stress this word with great vigor, TRIES to keep you humble, but you're literally Satoru Gojo's daughter. The word "humble" isn't even in your vocabulary.

Daddy Gojo gives you whatever you want, whenever you want it. Everything you own is luxurious, and your father builds up your confidence daily by telling you that you're the strongest and most beautiful girl in the world. This really gets to your head.

Nanami fucking reality checks the hell out of you, though. If you think he's going to spoil you, you're wrong. Your father does that enough as it is.

Uncle Nanami really thinks you could use some firm discipline, but he knows Gojo would kill him if he tried, so he settles for redirecting you when you start to make things about yourself or when you run off to exorcise a curse because you think you're strong enough to do so at five years old. I mean, you are Gojo's kid after all, so you probably can, but still that's not the point. You're five years old; you shouldn't be doing that kind of stuff.

Nanami holds you as he takes you home to tear your father a new one for letting you think that you can just do whatever you want. As you drift off to sleep on his shoulder, he hears you whisper, "I love...myself. I'm so awesome."

He just rolls his eyes and cuddles you even closer. He doesn't really want to bring you back home, but he survives because he knows he'll get to see you tomorrow.

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #triggering content #triggering themes #jujutsu kaisen #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere nanami #yandere nanami kento #yandere satoru gojo #platonic yandere nanami #platonic yandere gojo #platonic yandere #platonic yandere father #platonic yandere uncle #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #nanami kento #kento nanami

[calaisreno]

Yes and No

“Do you love her?”

It had taken them less than thirty minutes to go from the Rizla game to just asking each other random questions. The only celebrities that Sherlock knew were nineteenth-century chemists and twentieth-century criminals, which had more or less spoiled the game, and Sherlock had declared it pointless.

Then he suggested Yes or No, which at least required some deductive reasoning, and John agreed. But Sherlock was very good at this game, having deduced nearly everything about John in the first days of their acquaintance. Without asking any question, he deduced that John would choose violin, a human liver, Mrs Hudson’s nephew, and Sherlock’s old mouse-coloured dressing gown.

John gives up. “Fine. What don’t you know about me?”

Do you love her is a real question, he gathers— from the look on Sherlock’s face, which is serious and a bit sad.

The answer, which should be yes, of course I love her, instead comes out, “I’m marrying her.”

“People marry for reasons other than—“ Sherlock stops, appearing to realise he is going in a direction that can only lead to bad feelings. “Sorry, not a fair question. Better: When did you know that you loved her?”

He remembers grief. The intense pain of the days after he saw Sherlock die on the sidewalk in front of Barts. There are few details he can recall after that moment. It was as if the pain had receded just enough to let him breathe, and a kind of grey fog had descended. Pain, then sorrow.

Somewhere during the sorrow part, Mary had appeared. She may have been there sooner, but he hadn’t noticed. At some point he became aware of her bringing him coffee, talking to him, urging him to come out for lunch. Always there, cheerfully bullying him back into life. Eventually he noticed that he wasn’t quite as sad, and that she was rather pretty.

But the pain was still there, a tender spot in his memory, and most days he still felt defeated. Mary helped, though, and he thought that if she stayed, everything would be easier. He didn’t need to explain; she understood. He could keep the memories at bay when she was around.

By then he was having sex with her. He didn’t remember exactly how that had begun. Maybe it was a pity fuck one night when he’d had too much to drink. He woke up in her bed hungover, waiting for the darkness to descend like a weight on his chest, and she was there, making him a cup of tea, urging him to have some toast, sweetly solicitous and not accepting any excuses.

Does he love her?

Sherlock is still looking at him, the question in his eyes.

“She was there when I needed someone,” he says. “I just knew.”

He’d known that morning that he needed to move on, to leave what had happened in the past and live his life. And there she was.

“Your turn,” Sherlock says.

John thinks of all the things he’s ever wanted to know about Sherlock, but has never asked because it has never seemed a good time. Sherlock has a way of warding off questions with just a look. An armour that does not allow anyone in, not even John. He’s wondered about a lot of things, but asking has never been an option. Sherlock never has to ask; he simply deduces. John is terrible at deductions, as Sherlock often reminds him.

“Have you ever been in love?”

Sherlock doesn’t hesitate. “Yes. Twice.”

“That was a yes-no question, so I get follow-up. So, the first. Who was he?”

Sherlock smiles. “You’re assuming it was a man.”

“Wasn’t it? I thought… you’re… erm…”

“Gay? Yes, I am.”

“You loved a man,” John says. Obviously.

“Well, a boy. I was twelve. I suppose it wasn’t love so much as infatuation and hormones. His name was Victor. I never told him until I met him again at uni.” He gives John one of those looks that makes him feel like he is being x-rayed. “Have you ever kissed a man?”

“I’m not gay,” he says at once. “I mean, why would I kiss a man if I knew I wasn’t gay?”

“Follow-up question, then. When did you know you were not gay?”

John’s mouth may have been open for a bit. It’s an odd question. Everybody knows they’re straight until something happens and they know they’re not. Isn’t that the way it works? “I just knew. When did you know you were gay?”

“When I was twelve. I was at a stupid birthday party my mother made me attend, and we were playing Forfeit. I was asked a question I didn’t like to answer and took the forfeit. Up until then the penalties were stupid things like singing a song or doing a dance, but this time it was kissing a girl. The girl was willing, and I was curious, so I agreed. That was when I realised girls weren’t my cup of tea, so to speak. I wanted to kiss Victor.”

John says nothing, though it’s his turn. He remembers a similar party, a boy who wanted to kiss him, and feeling terrified that his parents would find out if he did. Harry had just come out, and he was trying very hard to make up for all of her shortcomings.

Sherlock asks, “How do you know you’re not gay if you’ve never kissed a man?”

“I’ve kissed lots of women,” he replies. “I don’t need to kiss a man to know I’m not gay.”

Sherlock shrugs. “I assumed that I was like everyone else, that some day I would meet the right girl, get married, and have children. That was how it was supposed to work, and I thought there was something wrong with me because I didn’t like girls that way. All my fantasies were about boys, but I thought I would eventually be attracted to girls as I got older. That kiss told me I would never love a woman.”

“You think I should kiss a man just to see if I’m a bit gay?” He laughs.

“It’s your forfeit, for not having an answer.”

“I’m not going to kiss some random bloke just because you—“

“Not a random bloke. Me. Kiss me.”

This is dangerous ground. Somewhere in his libido lies something that he’s thought about. Maybe he’s even fantasised about kissing a man. Having sex with a man. Just a lark, maybe. Don’t lots of men go through that? It doesn’t mean anything.

But, Sherlock. He lived with him for a year and a half, and they’d been friends. And he grieved when Sherlock died. Not grieved like a friend. He’d lost friends before, and this was nothing like those losses. Pain, darkness, unending regret. Even after Mary, some of that darkness remained. Moments when he remembered something Sherlock had said or done, a stab of pain. If it hadn’t been for Mary—

And it came to him. Mary was balm for his wounds. She brought him back from the edge. He is grateful to her. But gratitude isn’t love. Being in such pain for so long, and then a bit of light— that isn’t love, it’s relief. He’s seen patients in physical pain become almost giddy when given a dose of something that takes their agony away, not even enough to make them high. Relief feels like intoxication when pain has gone on so long.

If it hadn’t been for Mary, he would have understood what he’d only begun to see. She helped him, saved him even. But she was a distraction from the pain, not a cure.

He glances at Sherlock, who is pulling back, looking like he wishes he hadn’t just asked for a kiss. Maybe he’ll make a joke about their game, move them towards goodnight, goodbye, see you at the wedding.

“Yes,” he says. It’s an answer to everything— regret, grief, sorrow, love. It’s an apology for not seeing sooner, for the night at the Landmark, for his anger and cruel rejection of the man he has loved for years. “Kiss me.”

* * * * * * * * * *

Sherlock is right. The kiss tells John things he’s tried hard to forget. It tells him that has loved men before, but called it friendship, that he has wanted to touch men and kiss them, and called it lust, or fantasy, or a phase that all men go through. Women attract him too, and he grabbed onto heterosexuality like a life-raft because he was afraid of the alternative. His sister and his father, yelling. Harry thrown out of the house. His father, looking at him, saying not you too. Never you, my boy.

The kiss tells him that has already met the love of his life.

“I need to call Mary,” he says when they break away.

Sherlock looks sad. He nods. “Of course.”

“One more question,” John says. “Who was the second person you loved?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It does,” he says. “I’m about to call my fiancee and break our engagement just days before the wedding because I’m in love with my best friend. So please, answer the question.”

Sherlock’s face does something John has never seen. It crumples and tears fill his eyes, and then he’s laughing and crying and not able to speak.

John kisses him again.

Author note: This is an old ficlet, from Trifles, posted here.

#my fics #johnlock #bbc sherlock #stag night #sign of three #fixit fic

[multifandomimagin3s]

Them as Dads - 141 + König

Requested by Anon

Fluff, hints of angst

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Simon's childhood was, to say the least, horrific.

No child should have had to experience when he went through.

Those experiences have stuck with him all his days, emotions buried deep down to a point where he doesn't feel them anymore.

There's a distinct divide between Ghost and Simon - and since he's considered legally dead, he has no reason to drop his mask anymore.

Needless to say, when he found out he was going to be a Dad, he short-circuited.

Didn't even say a word, and just left.

Of course he felt guilty for it, and he knew that what he did was wrong, but he needed to think.

The last time he had even been around a child was his little nephew...

And that tragic part of his past truly was the final nail in the coffin for him.

He was terrified of being like his own Father.

He did eventually come back but for the duration of the pregnancy, a cocktail of emotions swirled in his stomach.

The day he held his child for the first time, he was stunned.

This tiny little human, with their little button nose and - his eyes.

He grew angry - angry at his Father, and by extension the World.

How could anyone bring something so small, so fragile, so perfect any harm?

Needless to say, he's a very protective Father.

If any of the Team were to meet the baby, he probably wouldn't even let any of his comrades hold them.

Maybe Johnny - but that's at a push, and he'd be hovering around him the whole time like a shadow.

He'd be soft for his child - but he'd try to be the strict parent, teaching them to be ready for whatever the world may throw their way.

If he had a daughter, would let her paint his nails - would sit there still as a statue, watching with soft eyes at how her tongue stuck out of the side of her mouth in concentration.

Speaking of, regardless of the child's gender - boyfriends / girlfriends / significant others would absolutely be interrogated before they even step a foot through the door.

"Who the fuck are you?" "You're 16?? Cunt, you look 30!"

It would essentially be like that scene from Bad Boys 2 - Soap would definitely be Will Smith in that scenario, accepting no criticism~

Would try to be there for every life event and would feel a deep seated guilt if he couldn't because he'd been deployed.

Overall, from day one, he'd made a promise to himself that he wouldn't let history repeat itself - he'd give his child everything he ever wanted growing up and more.

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

I can see him as a chill Dad.

He wouldn't let his child get away with murder, but he would be good cop 99% of the time.

Would absolutely spoil them rotten - they would have to so much as look at something they liked and he'd get it for them.

It would be his Mother that would have to try and get him to reign in the spending a bit.

Also carries the baby around in one of those baby carriers across his chest.

I think he has a big, close-knit family so the child would have a ball playing with all their cousins of mixed ages.

If he had a son, definitely tries to style his baby hairs into a little mohawk with gel.

Lets his kids express themselves however they want.

They want to dye their hair? He's driving them to the shops to get the supplies.

They want a piercing? As long as they're old enough, he's fine with it - and if they want him to go with them for moral support, he's already in the car.

I think the only think he'd be awkward about would be periods.

He'd try to be helpful...but he's not great at handling it.

C/N: Dad, I got my period.

Johnny: Oh - OH! Okay, that's - that's fine...ehh...do you...do you know what to do with it...or?

I can also see him just running into a shop in an absolute panic - asking the store clerk for assistance because he doesn't even know what he's looking for.

Returns home with three massive bags of supplies.

He'd be supportive with whatever they wanted to do in life - if they wanted to go to University, he'd help them with their application; if they wanted to get a job, he'd be helping them look for vacancies, driving them to their interviews; if they wanted to join the military however...he'd be reluctant, but he would never discourage them for pursing anything.

The only thing he'd have an issue with...is if his daughter got a boyfriend.

He'd not be as...hostile as Ghost, but the silent threat is always lingering in the air.

If anyone ever hurt his child, he can switch from fun-loving Johnny to Sergeant in the blink of an eye.

Captain John Price

That child has this man wrapped around their finger from day one.

Would give them the world if he could.

Would never smoke his cigars anywhere in the vicinity of them, and would hide them out of reach - especially during the curious toddler stage.

I can see him cutting up their grapes into smaller pieces, paranoid that they'd choke otherwise.

Has dozens of photos of them wearing his hat - even got them a toddler version of his own because they liked it so much.

Doesn't matter how old they are, they're still that little smiling baby in his eyes.

So needless to say, he's very protective.

Doesn't threaten potential partners - he doesn't need to, he's a Captain in the military, so nobody would be so stupid as to try and hurt his child.

Only brings the child on base when he knows that only people he can trust are there - ie. the 141 taskforce.

Follows the toddler as they waddle around, waving happily as they pass people - Soap ends up joining the little adventure since the little one took his hand and he didn't have the heart to let go.

Speaking of, despite not being given the official title, Soap becomes Uncle Soap the moment he claps eyes on Price's child.

Gaz too - he sent Price the photos he took of them wearing his sunglasses, a beaming smile on their face.

It came as a shock to everyone when they saw the child approach Ghost.

It even shocked Ghost when the child made eye contact with him - and didn't cry. Instead, they smiled, tugging on the leg of his trousers to be picked up. And, even more surprisingly, he did.

Price never has to worry about keeping his child safe - because god help whoever tried to hurt them when they have 4 highly trained SAS soldiers coming for them.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

He’d be one of those young, cool Dads.

Buys himself and the little one matching shoes.

Also matching outfits are the thing, especially during the toddler stage.

His kid would be the drippiest kid in the playground.

FaceTimes and calls home whenever he can when he’s deployed, seeing their little smiley face just makes his day so much brighter.

When he’s home he’s more than happy to spent chill days just watching cartoons with them on the couch, making pillow forts - he probably enjoys it more than the kid to be honest.

I reckon he’d struggle to actually parent the child, and would rather be their best friend than an authoritarian figure - ironic, considering he’s a Sergeant.

So it would probably be up to the child’s Mother to reign him in when he’s being a bit too soft or blasé.

Helps his kid build the best Minecraft house.

Loves being able to bring the child on base, showing them off to the Team.

Price secretly loves having the little one around, and they’re often found chilling together in his office.

Would absolutely spoil them - whether it be new toys, sweets or anything they wanted, he’d get it for them without a doubt.

Uncle Soap once spiked up the little one’s hair to match his own mohawk - Gaz wasn’t mad about it at all, and thought it actually looked cool as fuck.

If he had a daughter he would definitely sit down and learn how to do little braids in her hair.

Would also let her put little clips and bows in his hair, painting his nails to match.

He’d just be so soft for his child.

König

When the child was little, Konig was absolutely terrified that he would end up accidentally hurting them.

They were so small, barely even taller that his knee when he was standing, and all he could think about was what if he accidentally stood on their little foot or walked into them without noticing.

So, most of the time, he carried them around.

Would read books to them at bedtime, teaching them German and English to the best of his ability.

I don't think he'd wear his hood around them often, preferring his child to see his face rather than two eyes surrounded by black cloth.

Was genuinely surprised when they didn't cry after seeing him with it on; their little hand touched the cloth before breaking out into a sunny grin, "Dada!"

He probably cried a little bit after that.

He didn't have the greatest time growing up - so I think if his child ever got bullied, he would struggle to compose himself.

In his eyes, his child was perfect, so for anyone to go and make them feel bad about themselves - or worse yet, make them cry, it makes him see red.

Doesn't go and threaten the child - he'd not cruel. But the sight of a giant, masked man looming over all the other parents at school pick-up is more than enough to put the fear into anyone who had been picking on his kid.

Would probably teach them how to fight and defend themselves from a young age - he wouldn't always be around, due to deployment, so it gave him some peace of mind knowing that they would be able to defend themselves.

#simon riley #soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price #konig #call of duty #cod #multifandomimagin3s

[wordstome]

i’m here to encourage you to please elaborate on singledad!könig

also, do any of their kids have any scuffles with each other? how do the parents and children deal with it?

This ask was sent 10 minutes after the dream daddy post went up. Anon, I adore you.

I was going to put single dad König in this same post, but then it started to go on and on, and I want to take my time with the second half of your ask as well, so all my König thoughts will go in a separate post. Thank you for enabling me :3

(also this is the post I lost 3 paragraphs worth of writing on. It was literally all of Price and Ghost's sections, so forgive me if they're not up to par).

Price: With three kids, there are bound to be spats. Brianna taking something of Alice's without asking, Clara ruining one of the older girls' possessions, etc. etc. People see Price with all girls and remark how peaceful his house must be, but Price (and anybody who has a sister) knows that is NOT true. The Price home is chaos interrupted by periods of peace. Luckily, their dad is a literal military captain, so he's able to whip them into shape. All manner of crying, yelling, and shrieking can be silenced with one singular "GIRLS!" from the man himself. Then after that comes the soothing and the stern talking-tos.

Ghost: I think Simon was great with kids pre-Roba, he had Tommy and then his nephew Joseph. But post-Roba and his work in the special forces, he's much more rough around the edges. Like I said in the main post, Caden is a pretty quiet kid, so I can't see him starting or getting into any trouble. But he is still a 10 year old, so I can see him throwing a fit when he's frustrated or uncomfortable. If this happens in public, Simon will pull him aside and talk to him quite sternly, especially if Caden is making a ruckus as an emotional outlet. In private, he gives Caden space to let it all out, and then talks to him afterwards. However, if Caden can articulate what's upsetting him, he's very gentle and understanding. One way or another, I can see Simon getting help with his PTSD, so he uses a lot of techniques that his therapist taught him with Caden.

Soap: I imagine Elodie as about 6-7 years older than Thomas, who is a literal baby, so I can't see that they get into any fights. Mostly Elodie getting cranky about Thomas getting all the attention, at which point Johnny has to reassure his daughter and give her some love as well. When they're older, Elodie is a classic older sister who fucks with her little brother. She's never truly malicious, but there are definitely times when Johnny's standing in front of them sighing and pinching his nose because Elodie's played a nasty prank on her brother. Johnny's a very picks-his-misbehaving-kid-up-like-a-doll-and-gives-them-a-noogie kind of parent. He's never raised his voice at his kids, but instead has an "if what I think is happening is happening, it better not be" tone that instantly strikes fear into his kids' hearts. I can hear it in my head. I know you guys can hear it in your head too. 'Nuff said.

Gaz: It's hard to say what it's like when Kyle's kids fight: I can see Violet being the sort of girl who is quite close with her younger brother, so I can't really imagine a lot of scenarios in which they would fight. But Elliott is a younger brother and Violet is a growing teenage girl, so there have probably been a few times when Violet got mad at Elliott and screamed at him or said something that she regretted. Kyle and Emily will both scold the kids when they step out of line, and they both do their part when it comes to discipline. Kyle in particular is a very "I'm not mad at you, I'm just disappointed" sort of parent. He expects a lot of Violet, but sometimes that pressure can get to her.

König: This man is overwhelmingly soft for his daughter. The calmest, most gentle giant. I think out of all the dads he's most susceptible to spoiling her, which obviously could become a problem. He's incredibly lucky though, because Ava is an angel. She is spoiled, being an only child on her daddy's colonel salary, but she gives more "kind rich girl" vibes than "inconsiderate little brat". I'm going to elaborate more on this in the upcoming König post, but he's got this deep sadness to him because he lost his wife. Ava is a pretty perceptive child, so she doesn't act out unless she's having a really hard time, in which case König is nothing but soothing and reassuring.

Horangi: If Ryujin (Hong-jin's daughter) has beef with you, he's kicking your ass right alongside her. When she was young, she was fully capable of both starting and finishing fights, and Hong-jin was an incorrigible enabler who was more likely to double over laughing than scold his daughter. Her mother usually had to be the disciplinarian. Hong-jin and Ryujin have a complicated relationship, but in adulthood, they're pretty even keel, and have grown even closer since the death of Ryujin's mom.

Keegan: Jason and Cecelia have been through a lot together, so they don't really fight. When they do though, it's nasty, and Keegan serves as more of a go-between than a disciplinarian role. Both of them will seek advice from him, but he understands that they know each other better than he does. Not for lack of trying, of course, but it's inevitable with older adoptions. His role comes from having more life experience, and he's got a kind of impenetrable chill that makes everybody a lot calmer.

#ghost x reader #König x reader #john price x reader #soap x reader #gaz x reader #keegan x reader #horangi x reader #price x reader #johnny mactavish x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #keegan russ x reader #konig x reader #cod ghost #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soap cod #john price #kyle gaz garrick #König #König cod #konig #konig cod #horangi #horangi cod #kim horangi hong jin #keegan #dream daddy au

[yumemiruuuu]

“2ha moments that tainted my mind like how the Flower of Everlasting Hatred tainted his heart”

Part One because there is NO WAY that I will not have any more thoughts after re-reading and reading volume 5 like what the fuck, what the actual fuck.

“Chu Wanning, watch me fuck you to death”

Butterfly Town corpse procession where they both switched places and STILL ended up getting paired up and “married off” together, like just fucking kiss already LAWD.

The way Chu Wanning LITERALLY HAS THEM IN HIS ARMS???? WITH TIANWEN IN HIS OTHER HAND??? BECAUSE HE LITERALLY LOOKS OUT FOR THEM????? AND PROTECTS THEM???????? anyways, I love Chu Wanning. Chu Wanning my beloved. He is literally so gorgeous and I don’t care what everyone says in that universe about him because like if I saw him, I would literally also pull off a Mo Ran and beg for him to be my shizun.

The Xia Sini arc. That’s it. Literally my favorite arc, I WILL NOT fucking shut up about it. That arc healed something in me if you exclude the murder mysteries slasher movie elements to it. Ask me about it and I will answer every single one of your questions including the meaning of life.

MengMeng. Just… MengMeng because he occupies 28% of my thoughts following closely to Jiang Cheng who occupies 37%.

“Ah, JIANGUI!!” and then everyone clapped.

The Lake Jincheng moment when they get drugged and put to sleep and Mo Ran having that incredibly vivid dream about Chu Wanning getting violated by someone else and so he’s enraged and is like “I’M THE ONLY ONE WHO GETS TO VIOLATE CHU WANNING”??? Like, what the hell was that?? Actually, what the hell was that whole Lake Jincheng arc????

On the topic of the Lake Jincheng arc, that whole bit with Xue Meng and him getting crushed over the fact that not only does he NOT get a holy weapon because everything was a lie, but also the fact that his previously orphaned nephew who came from such… horrible background got the only remaining true holy weapon?? I felt his pain so hard, dude. Like, Xue Meng, I feel you. I understand your pain.

This:

Shi Mei feeling up Mo Ran because he wasn’t paying attention to him and was being extra nice to Chu Wanning instead???? Like… what??? Can’t you be normal please???? I’m so sorry, I genuinely dislike the “sweet like honey” type characters because they always turn out to be assholes and I just can’t trust them maybe it’s also trauma and my trust issues but like goddamn Mo Ran literally have bad tastes if he liked Shi Mei I’m so sorry for saying this

Mo Ran having SUCH anxiety with his food to the point that he would literally WOLF IT DOWN in less than a day, and anything else, he hides because he’s so used to having his things taken away from him, and the relief he felt when Chu Wanning told him that there’s no need to rush because there’s always more for him when they’re eating together and just… brb I am genuinely going to cry.

The chapter title change from “This Venerable One…” to “Shizun, Won’t You Pay Attention To Me, Please Pay Attention To Me.”

Chu Wanning not knowing how to react to Mo Ran (seemingly) suddenly manifesting in front of him: “who the fuck is this child and where did he come from” ←this is totally a canon quote

“…he came with a low guttural roar.”

Mo Ran’s pronunciation guide

Anything beyond this point is Volumes 3/4 Spoilers so…

You’ve been warned (lol)

I am never getting over looking up Yuwu and 2ha connections, ONLY TO COME BACK FROM GETTING SPOILED THAT CHU WANNING IS MADE FROM WOOD?????

On a similar note, I was looking up Nangong Si because I wanted to see official art of him and found out that not only A) does he die (I actually went through a whole bit of copium this morning in the shower ober this because I randomly remembered it and was like “no he doesn’t… wait… does he… noo.. no… nooo…) but also B) Ye Wangxi is a female????

Now that I know about Chu Wanning literally being carved from wood, I can’t stop agonizing over Chu Wanning’s thoughts where he would compare his features to someone like… say, Shi Mei. How pained must it feel for him to have these thoughts knowing that he was MADE BY HAND. The facial features on him such as nose, jawline, chin… EVERYTHING was deliberately carved to look that way. That would honestly fuck me up so badly, especially since I also have my grievances about my appearance.

Although,,, to be honest, I actually don’t know if Chu Wanning is even aware of his own origins but IF HE DID, it probably fucks him up a ton. And I agonize over this every. single. day. Oh god, I just also remembered the part where Mo Ran specifically says to him: “Chu Wanning, are you made of wood?” Ohhh OHHHH OUCHIEEEE. VERY. OUCHIEEE.

Another thing that drove me insane is the scene in volume 3 (I’m pretty sure?) with the wontons where Mo Ran is narrating and lamenting over how he couldn’t remember what his shizun’s expression looked like when he shoved off the wontons Chu Wanning made… because he just…. couldn’t care less….. and just…. Knowing that Chu Wanning was the one who has been making Mo Ran’s wontons this entire time knowing that he would like them?? I literally CANNOT even begin to imagine the types of expressions that he could have possibly been making.

Just… like… Imagine being Chu Wanning, and you care SO MUCH about Mo Ran to the point that you are willing to sacrifice your own feelings for the sake of his happiness knowing that he likes your other disciple that is “much better looking”, and despite that, go out of your way to make him spicy wontons, even though you are not that good at making food AND dislike spicy foods. And then you make his favorite food to try to get him to cheer up even a little bit when one of your disciples (and your crush’s crush) dies and you proooobably blame yourself for it and not only does he essentially say “fuck you and your food” but he blames you and basically tells you that you’re a horrible person (which you most likely already blame yourself for and agonize over so now it also feels like someone else is confirming your sense of guilt) . Like, I would NOT be okay after that. I’m usually good at not showing my feelings but this would truly devastate me and fuck me up a lot to the point that I wouldn’t even know what to do.

#that’s all I could squeeze out from my brain at the moment but like I can assure you there’s probably more #every time I think about this series I get so upset knowing that there are people out there who knows the entire story and yet I DONT #time skip to april 23rd pls 🤨🤨🤨 like this is a literal hate crime #the number of times that I would get the 2ha brainrot and get spoiled accidentally DRIVES JE INSANE #BUT ITS NOT LIKE I CANT NOT LOOK UP 2HA STUFF BECAUSE LIKE THEN I WOULD BE AGONIZING #Im agonizing either way #the dumb husky and his white cat shizun #the husky and his white cat shizun #2ha #erha #erha he ta de bai mao shizun #二哈和的白貓師尊 #mo ran #chu wanning #chu STANNING fr #bless xue meng and his heart

[gojuo]

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What about Aemond? Isn't he male and one of Rhaenyra's enemies why he is receiving a SPA treatment of his character, a treatment that not even the male characters of team black have lmao

Aemond may be on the Green side which means being an antagonist to Rhaenyra, but he is not her narrative foil. Aegon is Rhaenyra's foil and Aemond is Daemon's. And Daeron is the narrative foil to Aemond.

The Targtower siblings come in a package. It's Aegon and Helaena on one side being contrasted to each other: Aegon is a party animal vs. Helaena is a gentle and chaste lady; when B&C happens, Aegon turns his anger outwards towards the world and uses that anger to lash out vs. Helaena breaks into pieces, loses her mind and all of the trauma turns her into a hollow shell of her former joyful and outgoing self; Helaena commits suicide vs. Aegon lives on in spite of it all, etc.

For the other two, you aren't going to understand why Daeron is juxtaposed to Aemond if you don't know their book characters. Anyone who knows anything about F&B knows that Daeron was the single most likeable character in the entire Dance. And Aemond was a psychopath.

If I were to list book!Aemond's personality traits, I would say that he was a loud, brash, arrogant, cruel, impulsive, angry, contemptuous and scornful person. He's also ruthless, psychotic, blood-thirsty and more than a little unhinged. The Greens nearly break through Rhaenyra's forces and win the war but Aemond's recklessness and impatience fucks it all up. He murders every single member of House Strong because he had an issue with only one of them as well as doing it just because he felt like doing it. He takes Alys to bed as a spoil of war and he genocides the people of the Riverlands for funsies. He was a badass and unapologetically himself who was unafraid to speak his mind, no matter how harsh, but Aemond was no brooding, quiet and reserved type who held himself back like in the show. That's Daeron.

I call Daeron Aemond's narrative foil because he was the counterbalance to Aemond's intense personality. It is Daeron who is the quiet, reserved, pensive, and reputable man who is selflessly and completely devoted to the family. He commits/allows for heinous acts of war in Bitterbridge as retribution for what the people did to his nephew (which he regrets immensely), he fights to the bitter end to reunite with his mother and sister in King's Landing, he throws wine in Hugh's face when the man insinuates Aegon is dead, he is the favorite and most loved child of the four, etc.

In F&B, Aemond isn't particularly characterized as caring for his family much. He metaphorically rubs salt in Aegon’s wounds with his comment about how the Conqueror's Crown fits him better than it ever did Aegon, and his refusal to stick to Criston's orders and choose Alys over him and his family is what leads to the Fall of King's Landing and then snowballs into Butcher's Ball, Tumbleton, Bitterbridge, etc. If anything, book!Aemond seems to care about no one but himself — sans Alys when the time comes.

Daeron is courteous, honorable and the valiant and heroic knight of the story. He was The King Who Should Have Been (over Rhaenyra and Aegon). Near the end of the Dance, when Rhaenyra turns full psycho, it is Daeron who is still fighting the honorable fight and becomes the clear cut good guy protagonist of the narrative, trying to put an end to Queen Maegor With Teats who has turned full-on villain at this point in time.

And what happened in the show is that Daeron — the clear cut good guy of the story — has been merged together with the character of Aemond — the clear cut bad guy on the Greens' side.

The truth is that the hack known as Miguel Sapochnik was not going to include Daeron in the show. This is all but confirmed by his Season 2 outlines that were leaked a while back in which there was not a single mention of Daeron + Viserys saying "All of my family here," during the dinner scene in which there was no Daeron + Daemon saying "[The Greens'] three dragons," meaning no Daeron and Tessarion.

The fact that Sapochnik walked away (read: threw a hissy fit and basically got fired for his shitty S02 outlines) and then the second after that happened GRRM went on his blog to assure us fans that Daeron was in the show, they just didn't have the time to mention his existence at all in this entire season with not even 1 fucking line (bullshit) is the cherry on top. GRRM posted that blog entry on October 11th, and episode 9 — which is the very first episode which showed us Alicent's bloodline split and her four children and three grandchildren with a hastily thrown-in VFX at the obvious last minute — aired on October 16th. I suppose October was when Sapochnik got the boot lol.

So what happened was that Daeron's character was combined with Aemond's. What happens when two characters who are each other’s foils are being merged into one? Especially when one of them is a cartoon villain with little to no depth and the other is the classical hero archetype? You get the belief that the Aemond of the show has been whitewashed.

(Off topic, but personally, I don’t like calling what happened to show!Aemond “whitewashing”, because that insinuates there was a deliberate attempt to cover up Aemond’s more than unpleasant book personality by sugarcoating his canon actions — like how the show did with Rhaenyra — but that’s not what the show did. Showrunners and writers just gave Aemond Daeron’s book personality, and there is nothing sugarcoated or whitewashed about Daeron. He just is, objectively, the good guy.)

Now back to the topic: what happens when two narrative foils get merged into one? The character needs to become a foil to someone else. And this new Frankenstein-ish Aemond/Daeron mishmash became the foil to Aegon. Of course, Aemond will always be, no matter what changes about the show, the narrative foil to Daemon: they are second sons, they die to each other in an epic dragon battle, they are both the villains of their respective sides, their names are anagrams of each other, etc. However, in Season 1, it is not quite Daemon Aemond is being juxtaposed to. Not yet anyways, no. In Season 1, Aemond is being juxtaposed to Aegon.

That is why we got the cringe scene of “‘Tis I who studies the sword, ‘tis I who studies history, ‘tis I who studies philosophy,” or whatever the fuck he said. That is why we had Aemond join Criston in searching for Aegon when in F&B that didn’t happen (and stole Kingmaker Cole’s role in convincing Aegon of the crown but that’s a topic for another day). That’s why we got Aegon begging Aemond to just let him go and sail away, insinuating that Aemond was the better option to take the crown (when in F&B that was 1. literally not what happened during that scene at all and 2. one of Aegon’s biggest and most important character defining moments. And they ruined it all in favor of Aemond AAGGRGRHHHHHGG). Remember how I said Daeron was The King Who Should Have Been over both Rhaenyra and Aegon? They gave this trait to Aemond in order to contrast him to Aegon who never wanted to be king at all.

This Daeron-ification of Aemond now makes him “the better man” between him and his brother in the show, and that was done all to the detriment of Aegon's character. It’s also what led to the application of the Aegon IV/Naerys/Aemon-love triangle to the Aegon II/Helaena/Aemond-show dynamic. In the book, this never would've passed because Aemond is the worst of all four siblings, and Daeron was simply too young.

There is not a single character on House of the Dragon who has gone through the same amount of character assassination as Aegon has.

Now, all this doesn't mean that Aemond = Daeron in the show, it means that most of Daeron's characterization has been merged together with the character of Aemond. Because it was abundantly clear that Sapochnik was not going to include Daeron in the show. This is what might lead you to believe that Aemond has been whitewashed, when in fact the character is just a Frankenstein fusion of Daeron the Daring and Aemond One-Eye. Just like the Young Griff-Jon Snow/Daenerys/Cersei fiasco of GOT.

#daeron #aemond #aegon ii #hotd #hotd critical #asoiaf #anonymous #answered

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Uncle Eddie {S.H.}

✰ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Steve being needlessly hostile towards Eddie for some reason

✰ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Steve Harrington x adopted Munson!fem!reader

✰ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1307 words

✰ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Steve gets nervous on date night since Uncle Eddie is watching his kids. In short, Steve needs to smoke some weed.

Steve had finished getting ready for your night tonight and was playing with his daughter until Eddie got there. 

“Daddy?” You little girl asked in the sweetest little voice that always makes Steve want to do anything for her.

Steve stopped what he was doing and looked at the six year old. “Yes princess? Need anything?”

The little girl shook her head and put her hand on Steve’s. “Can we go to Uncle Eddie’s? I don’t think he’ll have fun here.” She said. “I have a bag packed already!”

It didn't take long before Steve was in your bathroom and he had his arms wrapped around you as you put earrings in.

“Hey Steve, You excited?” You asked as he buried his face in your neck.

He stayed quiet for a bit before answering quietly. “Talie-”

You groaned at that. “Steve. You need to stop spoiling her.”

He got off of you and looked slightly offended. “You’re one to talk! You do the same for Theo.”

“Theo is a growing boy and I’m working on not spoiling him. He turns ten this summer, I’m trying,” You responded quickly. 

“Talie wants to go to Eddie’s,” He informed, hoping you’d say yet for Natalia’s sake.

You rolled your eyes. “Okay, only if you’re fine with it.”

He smiled widely and ran out. You could hear him yelling for your son to get a bag to take to Eddie’s. You shook your head and smiled to yourself, finally finished getting ready.

. . .

Your kids were excitedly chattering to each other in the back seat the whole drive to Eddie’s. Steve kept smiling at you and, as he pulled up to Eddie’s, realized what he had done for his daughter.

You saw his smile fading and squeezed his arm. “It’s okay Steve,” You told him.

He nodded and stopped the car. “Okay kids. Out.” He told them.

The two kids got out excitedly with their back packs on their backs, full of things to do.

You knocked on the door and waited for Eddie to answer.

“Kids, you know the drill.”

They nodded. “No screaming, running, fighting, or touching things that aren’t ours at Uncle Eddie’s,” They recited.

Steve smiled. “Close enough. The end should be ‘anywhere’ but it’s fine.”

Eddie answered with the biggest smile. “My family! My favorite niece and nephew are here!” He greeted happily.

Theo frowned at the statement. “We’re your only niece and nephew.”

“Which is why you’re my favorite. I’m happy to have you kids here,” Eddie told Theo, ruffling his hair.

The kids went into Eddie’s place and immediately sat on the couch excitedly. Eddie was about to go with them when Steve stopped him.

“Okay, Eddie, before we go. Talie and Theo go to bed at 8 every night and no later. Theo is very friendly but Talie loves being left alone. Also they both-” Steve spouted off nervously before being cut off by Eddie.

“Steve. I got this. I’ve watched kids before.” He reminded Steve. “Hang out with your wife and be grateful that she married you. I wish that my sister had higher standards but we can’t all get what we want,” He teased.

Steve was not amused.

“Ha ha. Fucking hilarious.” He grumbled, crossing his arms.

“Talie and Theo love their Uncle Eddie,” He said happily.

Steve glared at Eddie at that.

“Relax Steve. Eddie’s grown up a lot since high school.” You assured your husband. “Don’t worry.” 

Eddie pointed and nodded at you. “Yeah Steve. Relax. I have we... medicine in my room if you need it.” He corrected since he knew the kids were in the background.

“No.” Steve responded flatly. “And Eddie?” He asked, before turning around.

“Hm?”

“Don’t kill my kids,” Steve told him.

Eddie opened his mouth in fake shock. “But that’s the best part!”

It was your turn to glare at your brother for that one. “Try again.”

“I mean...” Eddie started slowly. “I won’t sacrifice your kids to the metal gods.”

You chuckled and shook your head before giving him a hug. “Love you bro. I know you’re gonna be fine,” You complimented.

. . .

You and Steve parked in a random spot on the beach, opened his trunk, and stared at the sunset while you ate. It was beautiful.

Until Steve started getting nervous again.

“Do you have any quarters?” He asked in the middle of your conversation. “We should call Eddie and there’s a phone over there.”

You stared in shock for a few moments before reacting. “Steve!”

“What?” He asked, genuinely confused as to why you’re upset.

You put your stuff down and started picking at your nails. “This is the first night we've had to ourselves in months. Are you going to spend it worrying?” You asked, looking up at your husband. “Remember what happened last time you worried?”

“That was not my fault!” He defended quickly.

“I would say it is! My eyebrows got burned off,” You reminded Steve.

“That was one time!” He responded incredulously.

“Here, here. Let’s calm down.” You said calmly. “Deep breaths. It’s date night.” You said, rubbing his arm.

Steve relaxed and started rubbing the carpet of the trunk. “Yeah. Date night. We’re at the beach. All is-” Steve cut himself off. “Found a quarter!” He exclaimed, holding it up triumphantly.

You watched as he walked to the nearest payphone, getting up to catch up to him. “Do you not trust my brother?” You asked.

“Can’t hear you, too far away.” He yelled, punching in Eddie’s number.

“Steven Harrington!” You yelled back. “Get back over here!”

Steve hung up the phone and he looked a little scared. He put the phone back and started walking back to you. “Eddie didn’t answer. We need to go home.”

“Steve...” You groaned as he grabbed you hand and practically ran to the car.

. . .

Meanwhile Eddie was sitting on the ground in front of his couch with Theo next to him, learning how to play the guitar, and Talie doing his hair behind him, humming along to Part of Your World.

“Yeah Theo, you got it,” Eddie encouraged.

Theo looked up at Eddie, clearly proud of himself. “Really?”

Eddie nodded. “Yeah, here. You just need’a... that’a kid! You got it!” He said happily after he readjusted Theo’s fingers on the neck.

Theo made the same expression Eddie made just moments ago. “Thanks Uncle Eddie.”

“No prob-” Eddie was cut off by a hard yank on his hair from his niece. “Talie, darling, dear, beloved... You’re pulling my hair,” He informed her calmly.

Talie took the comb out and pet his head. “Sorry. Your hair is just so tangly.”

Eddie turned around and gave her a soft look. “It’s okay, just-” Eddie cut himself off with a groan when Steve entered the house in a panic.

“Where are my kids Munson? Are they hurt?” He asked, calming down a little when he saw Theo and Talie sitting down with him just fine.

Eddie just glared at Steve as you walked up behind him sheepishly. “What are you talking about? They’re fine, as you can see.” He said, gesturing to the two kids.

“The phone.” Steve tried. “You didn’t answer.”

Eddie shrugged. “Talie’s doing my hair. It would’ve been rude to move.” The six year old only nodded in response, she didn’t want her favorite person in the whole world to get in trouble.

“What can I say Steve. The kids love their Uncle Eddie.” You told him, motioning for the kids to get their things.

Theo hopped up happily. “Yeah! I got a tattoo!” He told you and Steve excitedly, showing you two the bats on his forearm that Eddie drew with sharpie.

“You what?” Steve asked, trying to keep his cool in front of his kid.

“Theo!” Eddie exclaimed. “Kids say the darnedest things,” He laughed nervously.

“Munson!”

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The Fox and the Dragon

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Female!OC

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, degradation kink, choking, vaginal sex, fingering, enemies, hate fucking, CNC if you squint, overstimulation, dominant!aemond, brat!oc, punishment, possessive, they've been wanting this for a while but they'd never admit it, slightly public (they're in the dungeons), face painting (iykyk), handmaiden!oc, slapping, spitting, hair pulling

Word Count: ~5k

Note: this is inspired by my upcoming Aemond fic, 'Blood Sport,' which has been posted on Wattpad and ao3 and will be updated regularly soon! I have changed the OC's name and a few characteristics just so it's not too spoil-y of the actual story/scene, since I won't reach this point in the actual fic for a long time. Just know that this is what this fic is going to be like, so if you're interested, go check it out!! (same username on WP and ao3!!)

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      THE DUNGEONS reeked of piss and human waste, the sharpness of the foul scents stinging Aemond's nostrils. He crept through the winding corridors with ease, his footsteps soundless against the damp stones.

      Prisoners moaned in agony, their hushed whipers of mercy and compassion falling on deaf ears. Aemond wasn't in the dungeons to pay attention to weeping prisoners. He was searching for her.

      For Eyva.

      He knew she was down here. He had watched her slink into the darkness, her face concealed with a thin shawl as she descended the winding staircase, a small torch held between her slender fingers.

      What reason little Eyva had for visiting the dungeons was beyond Aemond's understanding, but he would soon find out.

      He wove through the corridors without a torch, relying on his memories of the layout as he searched for his half-sister's most favored lady-in-waiting. How a lowborn bastard with no family ties and a past shrouded with mystery came to be a princess's lady-in-waiting was utterly baffling.

      Of course, Aemond wasn't well versed in the selection process of a lady's handmaidens, but he knew enough to know that a girl like Eyva should have never been chosen. And yet she was.

      His brows furrowed as he slipped into the chaos of his thoughts. Eyva was a mystery. She came from nowhere and yet it was as if she was everywhere. Ever since her arrival to the Keep with his sister and nephews, she was always there. Lurking around corners, trailing Aemond down the corridors but disappearing into the darkness when he turned around to confront her.

       She was keeping tabs on him. He didn't like to be spied on, but even more so, he didn't like to be beat. She was quick, intelligent, and thus far, she had successfully avoided encountering Aemond.

      His eye widened as he came upon a crossroads, the flickering torchlight at the end of the corridor to the right catching his attention and dragging him from his tumultuous thoughts. Eyva’s foosteps were nonexistent, but Aemond knew that it was her.

      With a huff, he floated down the corridor, careful to remain as silent as possible as he trailed the bobbing torchlight. He rounded a corner, his breath hitching in his throat when he spotted Eyva peering around a corner, her torch extended far ahead as she inspected whatever was on the other side of the hallway.

     Aemond crept forward, his breath caught in his lungs as he got closer and closer. The scent of her parfume flooding Aemond's nostrils. If she was going to slink around the castle and spy on his family, she ought to do so in a more subtle manner.

      The floral scent flooded his nostrils as he reached out and curled his hands around her biceps, yanking her away from the corner. His hand clamped around her jaw, muffling her frightened yelp as he slammed her into the wall, both of her wrists trapped beneath one of his hands. The torch tumbled to the ground, casting a garish, flickering shadow over their faces as they glared at each other.

     He pinned her wrists to her stomach as she struggled, her gaze filling with a hatred so potent that it darkened her green eyes until they were almost black.

     "My, my," Aemond purred, his smirk sharp as he crushed Eyva against the stone, pinning her struggling body to the wall with such ease that he almost laughed. "What have we here?" His head cocked as his eye roved over her features, taking in her changed appearance.

      Oh, how she had grown...

      "A little vixen slinking in places she ought not to be," he hummed. He let out a slow chuckle when Eyva growled into his hand, though the laugh quickly morphed into a hiss when she widened her jaw and wrapped her teeth around his palm, biting down with as much force as she could muster.

      With a curse, Aemond yanked his hand out of her mouth, the hot sensation of tearing flesh ripping up his arm as Eyva attempted to escape. With a growl, he snatched her shoulders and slammed her into the wall again, this time, his hands pinning both of her wrists above her head.

      "Let go of me!" she snarled, her voice gnarled and aged. 

      Aemond eyed his bleeding hand before his gaze shifted to the blood that coated Eyva’s lower lip. "You bit me."

      She smirked. "I'll do far worse if you don't unhand me right now, Aemond."

      He huffed out a laugh. "Tell me what you're doing and I'll considering releasing you." Eyva’s eyes narrowed as she struggled again, but it was just too easy for Aemond to keep her trapped. "Or perhaps you'd prefer a stay in one of the many cells you were investigating"

      Eyva’s cheeks reddened from the effort she was exuding in her attempts to escape. "You wouldn't dare," she hissed, her chin lifting defiantly when Aemond lowered his head. "Princess Rhaenyra wouldn't allow my imprisonment."

      Aemond clicked his tongue as he considered Eyva’s words. "True, but my sister cannot always get what she wants." He tightened his grip on her wrists, smirking when she hissed in pain. "Tell me what you're doing and you won't have to visit a cell."

      Eyva’s jaw tightened as she glared up at Aemond. She stopped struggling, her chest heaving with breaths, but she did not appear to be willing to share her information with Aemond. Stubborn, he thought to himself as his eye wandered.

      She wore typical handmaiden attire, but even with the unflattering red and cream gown, Aemond could still see the subtle curves of her body. His gaze roved across her waist and down her hips, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as his gaze shifted up and over the swell of her breasts.

      "My eyes are up here," she growled, and when Aemond's gaze returned to her face, he was amused to see how red her cheeks had become.

       "How you've grown," he purred. "How long has it been, Eyva? Six years?"

      She huffed out a breath as Aemond slowly loosened his grip on her wrists, allowing her arms to fall slightly. "I wish it were longer,” she sighed. “I see you haven't changed.” Her jaw tightened as she continued to try and pull her wrists from Aemond's grip. He wasn't stupid. He knew Eyva had absolutely no problem with striking him despite his superior status.

      She was fierce and he learned a long time ago to never underestimate a fox. He still felt the ache on the left side of his face when he thought of that night, his eye drifting to the scar that curved around Eyva’s own cheekbone.

      "You have,” she exhaled sharply as she met Aemond's gaze, her eyes shifting to his scar. He tried to ignore the way her lips curled in satisfaction, but he couldn't tame the burning anger that twisted his gut.

      "Still hiding it, are you?" she mused, her lips tugging into a lazy smile as she leaned closer to his face. "Have you told anyone the truth?" Her voice was breathy, her tone dipping as she brushed the tip of her nose against Aemond's. "Does anyone know that it was a bastard girl who stole your precious eye?"

     Aemond cracked the back of his hand across Eyva’s face before he could stop himself. She gasped, her hands rising to cup her cheek, but it wasn't long before she devolved into a fit of hysterical laughter.

      Aemond glared at the girl, his cheeks burning hot with indignified rage. "Oh, Aemond," she tutted, her laughs still echoing throughout the corridor, "you ought to get a grip on that temper. It is not comely for a prince to strike a lady."

      “You are not a lady,” he hissed as he leered in her face, earning a delighted grin from Eyva. What an insufferable brat. He flexed the hand he had struck her with and made the mistake of looking away, his jaw cinching as Eyva continued to taunt him. But admist her teasing, she broke out into a run, startling Aemond as she suddenly darted down the hallway. He didn't hesitate to launch himself after her, and though she was swift, Aemond had the advantage.

     He reached her within a few seconds, his hands digging into her shoulders as he slammed her chest into the wall, pinning her to the damp stone with ease. “Not so fast, lanty,” he hissed into her ear as he pressed his body against hers, trapping her wriggling body.

      Evya snarled she uttered a string of foul curses that surprised even Aemond, but after a moment, she suddenly stilled. Aemond kept his hands wrapped firmly around her wrists, pinning them to her lower back as he cautiously watched the side of her face. Her chest rose and fell with laboured breaths, but she said nothing.

      And then she ground her rear against Aemond.

      He jerked in surprise, his grip slackening just slightly, but not enough for Eyva to break free. He thought, perhaps, that it was an accident, until she did it again. But this time, harder.

      He grunted, his jaw tightening as she rolled her hips, her rear grinding deliciously against his groin. "Stop that," he breathed, his brows furrowing in confusion. Eyva turned her head, her cheek resting against the stone as she peered at Aemond out of the corner of her eye.

      She didn't say anything, she only rolled her hips. With each grind, Aemond's cock twitched, a fire igniting in his abdomen. Her rear was so perfectly rounded, her flesh moulding against Aemond's groin as if she were made for him. 

      He let out a sharp breath when she pressed against him even harder, his cock straining against the confines of his leather trousers. "What are you doing, Eyva?"

      She smirked. "Nothing," she mused with a rather innocuous tone, her eye wide with innocence.

      She ground again, and this time, Aemond pressed into her, his cock digging into her soft flesh as he pressed her hips against the stone. "Careful," he whispered into her ear, his lips dragging along the curve of her cartilage. "You don't know what you're doing, Eyva."

      She said nothing for a moment, as if she was contemplating Aemond’s words. Slowly, she slid her tongue across her lips, her pupils dilating as she stared at the floor. "Don't I?"

      His eye fluttered shut as she rolled her arse against him, a wave of pleasure rolling through his body. Aemond dared to release one of Eyva’s wrists, his hand snaking around her abdomen and in between her thighs, seemingly to her surprise, as she sucked in a sharp breath when he curled his fingers against her cunt.

      Even through the fabric of her dress, Aemond could feel how hot she was. "Do not tempt me, fox. I am not like the dear princes you serve, so chivalrous and proper." He slid his lips along the curve of her neck as he inhaled deeply, her scent flooding his nostrils and imprinting itself on his brain.

      Eyva gulped as Aemond curled his fist in the fabric of her dress and began pulling it up. "Maybe I don't want chivlary and propriety," she breathed. Aemond froze, his eye opening. He wasn't even pinning Eyva down anymore, but she wasn't trying to run.

      He pressed a kiss into her shoulder as he continued to bunch up her dress, revealing more and more of her slender legs with each curl of his fingers. "Is this why you're down here?" he murmured as he slid his hand around the curve of her thigh, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "To lure me into a dark, private place?”

      Eyva huffed out a laugh that quickly turned into a gasp when Aemond teased his finger at her cunt. He almost groaned when he felt how wet she was. She didn't say a word as Aemond slid his finger into her, sliding along her wetness until he found that spot that nearly brought Eyva to her knees.

      Her legs opened further as he pressed his finger into her clit, his teeth sinking into her shoulder as he began to teasingly slide his finger back and forth. She trembled, her eyes fluttering shut as she pressed her forehead to the stone. Aemond was holding onto her hip now, his cock still pressed firmly against her rear as he lazily stroked her clit.

      "Is this what you wanted, lanty? Hmm?" His chest rumbled with his hum. "Do you want me to fuck you against this wall?" He pressed harder against her clit, earning a whimper from Eyva before he resumed his lazy circling. When she didn't respond, his finger stilled. "I asked you a question, Eyva."

      Her eyes cracked open, her lips parting as if to speak, but when she met his gaze, she smirked instead. Aemond's eye narrowed, his smile morphing into a frown. "Such a brat," he breathed as he withdrew his hand from her cunt, his middle finger glistening. "You don't deserve my cock."

     Eyva held eye contact as she rolled her hips against his, her hands fisting in her dress as she straightened her back until it was flush with Aemond's chest. "And are you worthy of my cunt?" she breathed with another grind, her head falling onto Aemond's shoulder as she pleasured him with nothing but the curve of her arse. "Do you think that I'd ever give you what you want?"

      Aemond curled his hands around her waist as he shoved her back into the wall, eliciting a gasp from her. "Do you think you have a choice?"

      Eyva’s eyes met his, her lips parting as Aemond gently massaged her rear. Something glimmered in her eyes as she held his stare, her throat bobbing with a heavy swallow. He was not toying with Evya. He was not going to let her leave this dungeon until he had his way with her.

      "I suppose you want me to beg for it?" she mused as she slowly turned around in his grip, her hands still bunched in her gown. Aemond stepped forward until he had her trapped between his outstretched arms.

      "You know me so well," he purred with a gentle brush of his lips across her scarred cheek.

      Eyva smiled and something flipped in Aemond's stomach. "I will never beg before you, Aemond."

      His hands found the curve of her neck as he closed the gap between their bodies, his lips hovering just inches away from hers. "You will," he hummed. Eyva stifled a gasp when Aemond crashed his lips onto hers, his hands curling around the back of her neck as he pulled her closer and closer.

      It took only a moment for the shock to wear off and for Eyva’s hands to begin wandering around his body, her lips parting for his as he swiped his tongue into her mouth. She was so eager, her body pressed tightly against his as she slipped her hands beneath his tunic and raked her nails down his back.

      He broke the kiss with a hiss, his teeth bared as Eyva grinned up at him through hooded eyes, her pink lips glistening with their shared saliva. She wanted this, he realized as he stared down at her. Her pupils were so vastly dilated that their darkness swallowed the emerald color of her irises, and when his muscles tensed to pull away, her fingers curled into his flesh, pulling him back against her body.

      She would never admit it, and neither would Aemond, but they both wanted this. No- they needed it.

      Aemond crashed his lips back onto Eyva’s, her taste filling his mouth as he roughly yanked her dress around her waist, his fingers sliding across her wet cunt. She moaned into his mouth, her fingers fervently loosening his trousers.

      It wasn't long before his cock was freed and he had Eyva’s left leg lifted, her thigh pressed against the wall as he lined up with her entrance. He didn't dare break the kiss as he slowly pushed in, his entire body shivering as hot pleasure coursed through his veins.

      She whimpered as he stretched her wide, his teeth sinking into her bottom lip. "So tight," he grunted against her lips, his eye screwed shut. Eyva whimpered in response, her head falling against the stone wall as Aemond continued to push in, his teeth bared. He stopped when he was about halfway in, his eye cracking open.

       He drank in the sight before him: Eyva’s legs spread wide for him, her cunt wrapped tightly around him, her lips parted as she braced herself against the wall. After a moment, her eyes opened and her full lips tugged into a pout. 

      As much as Aemond to see her beg, he couldn't take it any longer. With a grunt, he slammed into her, his cock sliding deep as his hips snapped against hers. Eyva yelped, her hands grasping Aemond's shoulders for support, her leg quivering.

      "F-Fuck you," she grunted, her teeth bared as she adjusted to Aemond's size. He smirked as he slowly pulled out and rammed back into her, eliciting yet another yelp from her lips.

      "With pleasure, darling."

       He didn't give Eyva the chance to respond. He began driving his hips into hers, filling her so perfectly with each harsh thrust that she didn't know what to say or do. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as Aemond snapped his hips into her over and over and over again, the sound of skin slapping skin bouncing off the walls around them.

      "O-Oh, fuck," Eyva breathed, her jaw hanging open as she struggled to maintain her balance. Aemond was practically holding her up, his muscles straining as he kept her perfectly positioned for him.

     She looked so delicious, spread so wide for him...

     "You like that?" he breathed as he nipped at her lower lip, his nails digging into the flesh of her thigh and hip. Eyva offered a meager nod, earning a harsher bite from Aemond. "I asked you a question," he growled, the force of his thrusts increasing as Eyva glared at him.

      "F-Fuck yo-ou," she repeated, her voice catching in her throat so many times that it took almost a full minute for her to utter the curse.

      Aemond huffed in irritation, sweat beading along his brow. With a grunt, he hooked his finger into the neckline of her dress and yanked, pulling it down just enough for her breasts to spill from their enclosure.

      Hot pleasure coursed through his veins as he took in the sight of her breasts bouncing with each harsh thrust into her needy little cunt. "So stubborn," he grunted, his other hand rising to pinch her hardened nipples.

      Eyva gasped, her grip on his shoulders tightening as Aemond continued to abuse her sensitive nipples with flicks and twists until they began to glow a soft red and tears brimmed in Eyva’s eyes. Aemond slowed his thrusts when he felt the way her walls began to tighten around him, pushing deep into her with an achingly slow deliberation. "Do you like this?" he repeated, his voice a mere rasp in his throat. Eyva’s jaw slackened as Aemond slid into her again, his own body trembling from the pleasure.

      "I bet you do," he whispered as he pressed a wet kiss to her jawline. "I bet you like to be fucked in dark corridors like the whore you are."

      Eyva grunted as she shoved Aemond away. His cock quickly slipped out of her and she just barely caught herself on wobbly legs as he stumbled back, his brows raised in surprise. "I am not a whore," she snarled, much to Aemond's amusement.

      He grabbed her by the waist and flipped her around, his cock sliding back into her throbbing cunt with ease. "No?" he mused as he thrust into her, one hand holding onto the curve of her waist, the other wrapped around her full breast. Eyva tried to hide it, but Aemond heard her little moan when he rammed into her again. "You certainly aren't a lady, are you?" He thrusted again, eliciting a pathetic moan from her lips. "A lady wouldn't take my cock like this...so needy, so wet."

      He slid into her slowly, his eye fluttering shut as he threw his head back with a groan.

      "And what of you?" she panted between breaths, her hips rocking back against Aemond's, much to his surprise. He stilled, his eye cracking open to peer curiously at Eyva as she began fucking him herself.

      "Here you are, the proper, dutiful prince, your cock buried in a girl you claim to loathe." Her neck rolled back as she bounced against him, her arse rippling with each bounce. Aemond's lips parted as Eyva began toying with her breasts, her eyes locked on Aemond's, one hand planted against the wall for support as she continued to fuck him. "You're fucking the very girl who permanently disf-"

      He snatched Eyva’s throat, silencing her mid taunt, a wave of rage ripping through his chest. "Easy," he warned, his tongue swiping across his lower lip. Eyva didn't seem threatened by his anger. Rather, she seemed excited, and with a frown, Aemond realized what she was doing.

      She was goading him. Taunting him so that he would fuck her exactly how she wanted to be fucked. His eye widened. He was being used.

      Clever girl, he thought to himself as he tightened his grip on her throat, pulling her back until her shoulders touched his chest. Just this once he would give in to her antics.

      He began snapping his hips into hers with enough force that even he could hardly breathe. Eyva’s mouth opened in a wide 'o', her breathing ragged as Aemond choked her. He grunted as he gathered a wad of saliva in his mouth, Eyva’s eyes widening as Aemond spat directly into her mouth.

      He almost came on the spot when she rolled it around her tongue and swallowed, her gaze never leaving his.

      He would not cum first. He would absolutely ravage her body until she couldn't take it anymore, and only then would he cum. He forced the image of his seed splattered across Eyva’s eager face out of his mind as he let go of her throat and hooked his fingers into her mouth.

      "Gods," he groaned, his other hand digging into her hip as he drove into her. "Such a pretty sight." His voice was nothing but a rasp as he reached around her abdomen and pressed his finger to her clit. Eyva’s entire body jerked as a ragged moan ripped through her throat.

      "Yes," she whined, her nails raking down the stone wall as Aemond began to mercilessly roll his finger across her clit, matching the speed of his wild thrusts. "Fuck-gods-yes!"

      It was as if she couldn't decide what she wanted to say. Her words tumbled from her lips with increased fervor. Aemond, spurred by the moans that were now rolling unashamedly from Eyva’s lips, reached up and yanked the bonnet from her head, desiring to curl his fingers in her locks and yank her head back so that he could see the look on her face as he fucked her raw.

       He stared at the sea of her long black hair, his fist balling in her beautiful curls. With a decisive yank, Evya’s head was thrown back, her eyes rolling into the back of her skull as Aemond drove into her over and over again.

      Her walls tightened deliciously around his cock, her moans coming in short pants as her knees trembled and buckled. She was close, but Aemond was not quite finished with her yet. He stopped, his cock buried deep in her quivering cunt. Evya’s eyes flew up, her full lips tugging into a pout as Aemond slowly eased his grip on her hair.

      "Do you want to cum?" he braethed as he slowly pulled out and pushed back into her, his lips tugging into a smirk when she trembled. Eyva choked on a moan, but she said nothing. Aemond’s eye was drawn to the way her hand began to sneak between her legs. He snatched her wrist before she could touch herself, twisting her arm behind her back as he slowly thrusted into her again. "Answer me, little fox. You know I can give you what you want."

      Evya whimpered, her jaw tightening as Aemond continued to tease her. She remained silent for a moment longer, her desire to remain a stubborn little brat almost outweighing her desire to experience the pleasure she knew Aemond was capable of bestowing upon her.

      His gaze darted back to her hair as she finally cracked. "Yes," she breathed.

      Aemond's finger stilled inside of her. "Yes, what?" 

      Eyva opened her eyes, her humiliation at finally being worn down evident in her gaze, but even then, she relented. "Yes, please, Aemond. P-Please let me cum."

      He needed to hear nothing more. With a pleased sigh, he flipped her around again, his cock sliding into her cunt with enough force to make her cry out as he wrapped her silver and black locks around his fist and yanked.

      Eyva cursed, but her words quickly gave way to utter nonsense as Aemond began fucking her at an absolutely relentless pace. Aemond never wanted this to end... He wanted to see Eyva sprawled out on every surface of the castle, her needy little cunt wrapped around his cock as he fucked her in a way only he could.

      "Fucking whore," he growled, his hand coming down hard on Eyva’s arse, his fingers digging into her reddened flesh as he watched himself pummel her. He slid in and out so easily. She was practically dripping for him. "Godsdamn slut." He spat on her rear before he slapped her again, the sound of her moans driving him closer and closer to the edge.

      "Beg for it," he snarled as he reached for her breast again, his fingers roughly pinching her peaked nipple. Eyva cried out, hot tears rolling down her cheeks as she wept with pleasure. Aemond slapped her tit, the force of it causing her to jerk in pain. "I said beg for it, you lying whore."

      Eyva twitched violently as she began mumbling incoherent nonsense, but the moment Aemond slapped her rear for the third time, she finally obeyed. "Please!" she cried with a rough sob, her hands bracing herself on the wall. "P-Please let me cum, Aemond, gods, I c-can't t-take it any-anymore!"

      Aemond was rapidly nearing the edge himself, but he needed to hear one thing before he tumbled over it. "Admit it," he panted.

      Eyva whimpered. She knew exactly what he wanted to hear and there was absolutely nothing she could do but give it to him.

      Her voice was small and wobbly as she finally uttered the truth. "Y-Yes,” she breathed. "I-I knew that you-that you were watching me.” Her voice was shrill, her tits bouncing beautifully as Aemond mercilessly rammed into her. “I kn-I knew that you’d-fuck!" Aemond slapped her arse again, prompting her to continue. "I knew that you’d follow me and, gods, yes, I wanted to fuck you!"

      Aemond grinned, satisfaction filling his chest with warmth. “I wanted to fuck you the moment I stepped out of the carriage and saw you in the courtyard.”

      “Good girl,” he praised as he slid his hand around her thigh and pressed his finger to her clit. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Evya looked like she wanted to curse at Aemond, but he began to rapidly circle his finger around her clit before she could. It wasn't long before the sheer overstimulation climaxed into an orgasm. Eyva screamed, her cunt spasming so ferociously that Aemond had to rip out of her before he spilled his seed into her womb. She collapsed onto her hands and knees and the moment Aemond saw the way her cunt was spasming, he came.

      He dropped onto his knees, his fists curling in Eyva’s hair as he yanked her head back and came onto her face. She gasped, her eyes rolled far into the back of her head as her orgasm continued, her moans so unashamedly loud that Aemond had no choice but to join her.

      The chorus of their moans echoed in the corridor as Aemond rapidly pumped his hand up and down his cock, spilling every last bit of his cum directly onto Eyva’s face. Her mouth opened, catching his seed in her mouth as she slowly came down from her high. 

      He had never fucked anyone so relentlessly before. Every muscle in his body burned, his joints aching as he collapsed. His throat was burning as he stared at Eyva, who was slumped on the ground, her hair spilled around her head.

      With a trembling hand, Aemond reached out and curled a lock of her inky hair around his finger. "I-I never thought I'd say this," he rasped as Eyva rolled onto her back to peer up at him, her face still painted with his sticky seed, "but gods y-you are amazing."

     Satisfaction swam Eyva’s green eyes. Lazily, she swiped his seed onto her thumb and sucked it into her mouth, her eyes never leaving Aemond's face as she savored his taste. If he wasn't so worn out, he would have climbed onto her and taken her right then and there.

      All she offered in response to his comment was a cocky, "I know."

     Aemond couldn't even say anything in response. He wanted to know more about her hair, about the mystery of her silver locks, but he simply did not have the energy to press right now. He needed a bath and a long, long night's rest. And so, it seemed, did Eyva.

#smut #aemondsmut #hotdsmut #ewanmitchell #aemond #aemondtargaryen #wattpad #hatesex #gameofthrones #houseofthedragon #targaryen #sylverwxngs

[blackberrysummerblog]

Six Sentence Sunday

Thank you for the tags, @captain-aralias, @letraspal and @palimpsessed! Thanks as well to @aristocratic-otter and @ileadacharmedlife for the tags on WIP Wednesday. I’ve been totally exhausted from work lately, and I’m just finishing up my fic for Erotic Grope Fest, so I’m going to share an excerpt from my AU where Baz and Simon were married by the Crucible. (I really need to get a working title or something so I stop describing it every time yikes 😬)

This scene has yet more Fiona! I had some fun writing a conversation between Baz and his aunt that happened after she froze Simon’s face, but this takes place after that, when Fiona finds Simon and attempts a heart-to-heart with all the warmth you’d expect, lol.

Simon

I’m playing Legend of Zelda with Mordelia when the game room door slams open to reveal Baz’s mad aunt standing there like she’s spoiling for a fight. Great. Granted, I was ready to murder her after she spelled my hands over my mouth an hour ago, but I no longer feel like getting into it. “What’s the matter, Fiona, lose track of your latest one-night stand? He didn’t run through here.” All right, I feel a little like getting into it.

The corner of Fiona’s mouth lifts slightly, but the overall effect is of distaste. “What’s a one-night stand?” Mordelia demands, and Fiona cackles at my mortified expression.

“Something the Chosen One knows precious little about,” Fiona says, plopping down on the end of the couch.

“That’s not a bad thing!”

She lifts an eyebrow at me; Christ, she’s Baz all over. “Mordelia, Vera just took a fresh batch of cupcakes from the oven,” Fiona says, and I’m already standing when she points a finger down toward the cushions. “Not you, Golden Boy. Park it.” She catches Mordelia’s controller as it’s tossed in the air.

“I’d have liked a snack too,” I mutter sourly once the door’s closed. “You could at least bring me one if you’ve got plans to kill me—let me have one last meal and all.”

Fiona rolls her eyes. “Jesus,” she snarls, reminding me that Baz once told me she thinks it’s punk to swear like a Normal. He really isn’t intimidated by her at all. It makes me wonder if she’s all bark and no bite. “Do you just burn all that food into the magical ethos, Snow? At your age it shouldn’t just be evaporating off your bones anymore.” She squints at me. “Although…you do look a bit rounder round the edges than you were when you got here.”

“Thanks.” I glare as she brings an unlit cigarette to her lips. “Don’t smoke that in here.” Of course she fucking does, though. She snaps her fingers at the end and lights the cigarette without breaking eye contact with me.

“What are your intentions with my nephew, Snow?”

You’ve got to be kidding me—she can’t be serious. “What?” When she only stares, I wave my hands, palms up. “I’m married to him!”

“You know damned well what I mean. Are you gathering reconnaissance on Basilton for your cut-rate Robin Hood mentor?”

“Reconnaissance…”

“It means to—”

“—I know what it means!” We scowl at each other for a solid ten seconds, then I drop one hand to the game controller in my lap, fiddling with the buttons while my other hand tugs at my hair. “I mean, what would there even be to report? Baz’s not running a human sacrifice ring. Not one that I’ve seen yet, at any rate.”

Fiona blows smoke in my face. “Would you stand by him if he were?”

She’s ridiculous. I flap a hand through the putrid cloud and scowl at her. “I’m not up to anything underhanded, Fiona. Merlin. This place is stocked to the rafters with forbidden books and artifacts; I’ve not said a word about it because it isn’t my business. You lot seem more concerned with keeping up the appearance of punk goth darkness than in getting on with anything actually sinister, anyway. Oooh, you’re so scary, like the Addams Family.”

I swear she tries to bite back a laugh. I wave at her smoke again and Fiona sighs and points her wand up. “Clear the air!” It’s like the air in my lungs just got ten times lighter, somehow. I feel clean, refreshed, and the smell of Fiona’s gross cigarette is gone, although the smoke is still visible above her head. “How do you feel about my nephew, Chosen One?”

I’m in love with him, I almost say, but I catch myself just in time. Did that spell do something besides clean up Fiona’s noxious fumes? “I care about him. A lot.” I flip the game controller over in my hands, watching as Fiona turns away and looks at the tv, resuming play on the game. Cautiously, I shift around and do the same. “I won’t do anything to hurt him, Fiona. And that includes hurting his family. Even you.”

She does smile then, although it’s with only one side of her mouth. She doesn’t look at me, just the screen. “You know about what happened to Basil when he was five. What he…is.”

I lick my lips. “He’s my husband. That’s what he is. I lo—” Fuck. I grimace when Fiona swivels back around to hold me in her gaze. “Fine.” I shrug. I’ve faced worse than this. “I love him. Go ahead and laugh at me, or don’t believe me, I don’t really care. I just…do, though.”

Her eyebrows lower; like Baz, almost all of her facial expression takes place on her forehead. Fiona chews at the inside of her cheek for a moment and then turns back to the game. “Have you told him that?” I shake my head. “Why not?”

“I don’t know.” I watch her from the side of my eye. “D’you think he’d want to hear it?”

It must be more frankness than she was expecting, spell or no, because her face creases up. “I think it’s better not to hide your hand too long, Chosen One. I won’t have you playing with him.”

“Yeah, been right clear on that, you have.” I keep my sight focused straight ahead as Fiona turns to see if I’ve said what she thinks I’ve said, and then she gives a short bark of laughter.

“Watch it, Golden Boy,” she says, stabbing the burnt stub of her cigarette in my direction before turning back to the game.

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#six sentence sunday #wip #snowbaz #simon snow #baz pitch #simon snow series #crucible marriage au #crucible au

[tirednapentity]

So… that au design thing I posted? 

It’s a full au now, regardless of wether I’ll write something for it. 

It’s basically a boarding school au combined with a murder mystery au. 

Luz is the new kid at Hexside, a boarding school with a pretty good reputation. She transferred after the school year started, and has to share a room with two other girls, Amity and Willow.

Amity is the daughter of Odalia Blight, the frech teacher at the school and Alador Blight, one of the chemistry teachers. She’s fairly hostile towards both Willow and Luz, but comes around eventually. 

Willow is shy, and only attends the school because her father is the groundskeeper. She’s smart, but fades in the background most of the time, which leads to her achievements barely getting recognized. She introduces Luz to Gus, much like in the show, and they become friends. 

Gus is still a prodigy. He also has a friendly rivalry with Mattholomule, another kid in his class. They both also struggle with Bria, who is in the parallel class. 

Luz eventually meets Hunter Wittebane, the nephew of the principal. He’s got a bit of a reputation for being spoiled and getting special treatment, which is why other teachers sometimes go extra hard on him. 

As for the adults, Lilith is one of the history teachers. She’s one of the teachers who are hard on Hunter. 

Eda runs a thrift shop in Bonesborough, the town near the school. King is still her adopted son. Every Friday, the students get to go there to visit the cafe and the shops there. 

Philip Wittebane is the school’s principal. He’s fairly intimidating and strict, putting a lot of pressure on Hunter to succeed and make the school look good. 

Kikimora is the english teacher. She’s pretty obsessive and strict and constantly tries to impress Philip. 

Darius is the other chemistry teacher. While Alador has the younger grade, including the one Luz and amity are in, he teaches the older students, including Edric, Emira and Hunter. They act like rivals in public, but definitely fuck in one of the chemistry labs. Both Hunter and Willow walked in on them at least once. Odalia suspects them, but isn’t sure. The students all know. 

Terra Snapdragon is the elderly math and biology teacher. Everyone is low key scared of her. 

Raine Whispers is the new music teacher. They and Eda have history together, and Luz and King totally try to play matchmaker at some point. They are very fond of all their students. 

Eberwold is the school janitor. They are still friends with Darius. 

Bump is the vice principal of the school, and not nearly as strict as Philip, which honestly isn’t very hard to do. 

As for the actual plot, a month or so after Luz gets there, the other history teacher, Flora D’splora disappears. Philip announces she quit. 

The same day, Luz finds a bag of bloody clothes in the garbage. She freaks out, and goes to Amity, who also freaks out, and immediately tries to help her hide it. They try to find out whose clothes they are, and quickly come to the conclusion that they must be Flora’s though they have no way to prove that. They recruit Willow and eventually Gus to find out what happened. 

When they start looking into it, they also stumble upon some suspicious circumstances surrounding the death of the former vice principal, and Hunter’s father, Caleb Wittebane, such as that he didn’t have a funeral. They start to suspect Philip might have something to do with it, but have no way to prove that. 

Luz eventually approaches Hunter and asks him for help. Obviously it does not go well. Hunter runs away and severs his ties with her, thinking she’s just mocking him and his family. 

Eventually he does start to get his doubts, and reluctantly starts to investigate, thinking he’ll find nothing. Instead he finds some stuff suggesting that his uncle is indeed involved in some shady business. He and Luz talk, and they finally start to work together. 

Eventually Philip catches on to what they’re doing, realizes they actually got some dirt on him, and panics. He tries to kill them too, which goes wrong and finally gets him arrested. 

It’s a pretty rough draft so far, but I still like it. 

#toh #toh au #toh gus #gus porter #toh willow #willow the owl house #luz noceda #hunter wittebane #hunter toh #toh hunter #aladarius #dalador #toh amity #amity blight #Toh boarding school au

[inkperch]

Ok, SO! I did a roleswap au for RWBY by putting every main character (RWBYJNPR) into two random name spinners: Spinner one picked the character, spinner two picked the character roll (with exactly as much 1-1 preciseness as I felt like for that particular swap, lol, this isn’t very consistent-). A lot of them were really lucky, I swear I didn’t rig any of theses, here’s what I got: 

Pyrrha --> Jaune 

Straight of the bat, we have Pyrrha Nikos, who, like in canon, was a famous tournament fighter... until one day she doubled back to get a forgotten water bottle and walked in on her manager talking about how he’d been rigging her fights. She revealed this near-instantly, of course, it’s Pyrrha, and her manager was fired and put under investigation. But, from a mix of genuine bad habits from all the rigged matches and sheer nerves at learning her entire success had been a lie, Pyrrha’s next tournament round was an absolute flop, with her finishing close to last. She applied to Beacon hoping to prove to herself that the sport she built her entire life around wasn’t just her getting lucky. She’s. Not doing so great rn-

Ruby --> Ren

Speaking of not doing so great! Patch is gone in this au. Like, straight up, it got nuked, no one knows what happened to Taiyang but the last time anyone saw him he was holding the line against a metric fuckton of Grimm while evacuations went down, so odds are looking not great for him being alive. Uncle Qrow took both girls in, but he couldn’t be around much in person, especially not seeing as he blamed himself for what happened to Tai. So, Ruby’s. A lot quieter. Still the small, honest soul we all know and love, if anything what happened to Patch only strengthened her resolve to be the Fairy Tale hero everyone needs- for better or worse.

Weiss--> Blake

So, in general I have this little headcanon that prior to Nicholas ‘I’m literally Santa Claus’ Schnee, the Schnee family were known and reviled due to their hereditary semblance (’passing your soul down to your kids?? What are they, clones??’) and specifically for the fact that a main ability of that semblance was summoning giant fuck-off Grimm to fight for them. And uh. Here it wasn’t the Schnee’s who founded those dust mines-

(honestly, Blake and Weiss both got of lightest with the changes, their actual motives are basically the same, Weiss just has different angst-)

Ren --> Pyrrha

He wasn’t the best fighter, not even in the small, local village tourney’s were he got his start, but he was the most desperate- the rest of the competitors were their for fun, or bragging rights, he was there because the prize money could buy him and Nora an actual meal. Luckily for him, a talent scout happened to be at one of those small tournaments, there to watch their nephew get their ass kicked- and they saw promise in the young boy who did it.

Nora --> Ruby

Nora has silver eyes. It wasn’t an accident, that their city was targeted. 

(I swear, I didn’t just do this whole thing as an excuse to make everything angsty-er-) 

Jaune --> Weiss

It was the Arc family that founded the dust mines! This has not made conditions better. At least in the Arc family mines, it’s a genuine lack of care that sends you to your easily-preventable death as the Arc family dotes on each other happily in their ivory tower, not an attempt to squeeze every last drop of profit from you that they can! But yeah, Jaune is spoiled sweet, he genuinely believes his parents are just unlucky, what with so many people they trusted with important positions in the company turning around and betraying them like that! Why, Stabby McBackson was so nice when Jaune met him- he’s sure Stabby put up just as good a front around his parents, so he’s going to go out, really see the world, and then he can help his parents deal with all of these jerks who keep slipping between the cracks! (Jaune baby the entire company is just one big crack at this point-)

Yang --> Nora

I swear I didn’t rig this-

Which. Yeah, not much changes here? Nora and Yang are weirdly similar characters, if I’ve already burned Yang’s home to the ground and killed her father for Ruby’s part of the roleswap-

her Raven Issues:tm: are. A lot worse than in canon though, cause y’know, her dad died and her uncle constantly worked himself to death leaving her to basically raise her little sister even more than she did when Summer died and Raven still didn’t even say hi-

Blake --> Yang

Remember how I mentioned Blake and Weiss got the least changed? Yeah-

Blake basically just steals Yang’s personality and nothing else, with the personality change being just as much of one in-universe as it is out- it’s largely an act, because she knows her disguise is flimsy if Adam tries to track her down, but he knows her well enough that he’ll hear ‘goes to parties’ and call the guy who found her an idiot who obviously had the wrong person-

As for the teams, I randomised them too- NBLR (Nobler, or as the characters realise when they pick up on the colour name ‘no blur’ aka a pun-), Nora Valkyrie, Blake Belladonna, Lie Ren and Ruby Rose, led by Nora Valkyrie. And ASXN (Ashen), Jaune Arc, Weiss Schnee, Yang Xiao-Long and Pyrrha Nikos. Led by Jaune Arc

(I did randomise the leaders, but honestly the choices make sense- Jaune really needs the kinda growing up leadership’ll force him to do in this au, and Nora’s got those Silver Eyes.)

#rwby #roleswap au #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #jaune arc #nora valkyrie #lie ren #pyrrha nikos #randomiser roleswap #NBLR and ASXN

[quinntamsin]

"I paid the White Worm a visit," Qwynn told her wife as the two broke their fast. "What did she say?" Denna asked. "They slaughter anyone who tried to leave. And the Rat-Lord attacked her people." Qwynn was dressed in a black tunic and tight breeches as she leaned in close to her Dornish wife. "We can't stay here," Denna said, "I don't care if Lord Stark said to come we can't stay." "I agree, we head back for our ship." Qwynn agreed, she glanced at the two Dornishwomen guarding the door. "Thyra, get the horses and inform Karla we are heading for the ship." "If the Dragons wish to burn the south we'll wait it out," Denna said matter of factly. CW: Miscarriage and Child Death. ---- House of the Dragon S1E10 "The Black Queen". Well, this has come to the start, the Dance has begun and blood has been shed. The Dying Words of the Song Dream still ring out after the death of King Viserys I. Aegon II has risen to the Throne and Rhaenys has fled Kings Landing to inform the Blacks of the coming war. Aegon the Folly has come, and yes I'm calling him a Folly because he'll be a greatly terrible King! WE know this, and we know how it is his Nephew who will properly Succeed him. I have been preparing myself for this Episode. Hell, I know who dies, I did that on purpose. I wanted to react to their action of death and not the fact they died. So coming in, I have actually not spoiled parts of this for myself. And as the title screen hits we fade into a scene which I think is the Conqueror's Table. And it is, yes, we get another scene as Lucerys is hovering his hand over Driftmark. His inheritance.and Luke informs his mom she doesn't want his Title. We get a story from Rhae and Luke tells him mom how she's perfect. I do like how much she actually cares for her kids, and they seem to have respect for her. SO fucking counter to how ALicent's relationship with hers is still devolving. Rhaenys then appears and just blurts out about her cousin's death. She wants to be to the point and she just goes into a discussion. Rhaenya is physically struck by the news and we get a big dump of info. Rhae is obviously so stressed she appears to have had a miscarriage. Daemon is visibly angered and as we close to the miscarriage dammit. We see Jace being too violent and is called in to speak to Rhae. She just's in pain and informs her kids who get rightfully angry. Then she lays down th e line that only she may permit attack. Daemon is obviously in charge in this situation and Luke walks in to be a problem. Daemon ignores him and drags out the Kingsguard as he has obviously summoned Carez. The Blood-wyrm growls above him as he gives his choice. WE get shots of Caraxes looming and what I think is Syrax reacting to her Rider's pain. Yup, it has a yellow gold hyde, it's Syrax freaking out. Amost a mirror to the death of Queen Aemma we get a bloody and gory scene of miscarriage. This the pain and betrayl of what she is feeling. Okay though I didn't need to see the dead fetus. That was waaaay to much.But I get how this series is basically about women just being bombarded by cruel abusive folks. So yeah this scene fits with all the gore we've seen so far. It also is a solid visual trauma of what she is going through. Finally, Daemon pops u and we get a few of the baby being prepared by the Queen herself. The Silent Sisters who have take in it and just watch her. Walking down to the shore Daemon kneels in the sand as the Queen mourns her child and then holds a Draong Pyre for the baby. All of Vel-Targs are there. Both parents sit in quiet pain as we see one of the King's Guard back. So didn't kill them as sir Erryk appears to offer what is Viserys Crown. He reswears his oath before the Queen. THe sight of the Crown has reinvigored her as she is given her Father's crown and all before her kneel to swear their fealty to the Black Queen, Rhaenyra first of her name, Lady of the Seven Kings, Queen of the Andals, the Rhounar, and the First Men. THIS all happens in the FIRST 20 minutes. Holy shit this is a lot of plot and action we are covering. Side note here, the writing in this episode and the music was just killer. As Sir Erryk kneels to her we see how Rhae's resolution has exploded, Emma D'Arcy comes into her own here. The music fits as Rhaenys stands across. Meanwhile, the War Table is called and as we see amories being prepared the great Conqueror's Table has been manned. This is so damn cool as it lights up to show all of the carven names and marks of the Seven Kingdoms. WHERE WAS THIS THING IN GOT?! The War Council stares and then gives a bow as her full title is given. Rhaena offers the queen Wine as she stares at the table both nieces on her side. WE get a name of each loyal house and a mention of House Celtigar (a Valyrian House). WE get mention of Sir Borros and Lord Stark. WE get a list of the enemies as a Lord speaks up about the Dragons. ANd Daemon just takes over like the war happy little troll he is. A Green Dragon ship arrives at the Gates and is met Sir Daemon and his loyal Kingsguard. Otto pops up (Draaagon Bait) and out pops the Queen on Syrax in a show mirror to years upon years before. She lands as an angry Syrax just reinforces the scene. And Otto offers some pretty nice terms and Daeon scoffs at them. Lord Hightower gives a pretty long line of proof for the backing of Aegon and she basically calls out his shit. She tosses the Hand's pin away and we can see she's in pain. As the fools and Syrax get angry she tells them all to shove their cocks back in their pants. Daemon is getting mad again as she wants to keep peace and he wants war. In this scene we see how she really has the mind of a Queen. She is putting her family and her realm first than her own ego. Here we see just Rhaenys, Rhae and Daemon remain. But Rhaenys takes her leave as Rhae confronts her Nusband, or Huncle. She recites the Song at him and he grabs her throat and starts to choke her. Wow, talk about abusive shit as he chokes her and we see he is considering killing her. Matt smith is so fucking devious. "Dragons did." She sees the rage of the Dragon as Daemon acts like a prick to his wife. We switch to Corlys waking up on his sickbed to talk to his wife. Rhaenys comes to terms with him as she makes a point of him running away. She speaks of Daemon taking Vaemond's head and he talks about the over ambition of his family. She starts convincing him of how Rhaenyra is being smart. Corlys finally arrives to stand before the Painted Table. Corlys has come to do something. The Twins go to stand beside Luke and Jace with smiles. Corlys asks where Daemon is as he comes to view the table. He makes a point as she cannot rely on Oath,s but needs to affirm standing. He turns to view his Grandchildren. "Your father's realm was one of justice and honor." HE calls out the Hightower Treason and calls his banners for the Black Queen. He gives a bow calling her "your Grace" and the Queen looks to her cousin. She thanks them both and is genuinely happy. She ere's on caution as she is informed how the Velaryon Fleet is siding with her. Thus will begin the Gullet Blockade. Jace speaks up as the kids vow to deliver the messages to Lords Paramounts. A physical Dragon Rider delivering the message would send the message much clearer. As the sunsets, the kids come to speak to so that they kids will not engage in combat. Luke jups on the oath as we see Jace hesitate. Too bad fucking Vhagar in there as each child is informed of their targets. Luke is definitely terrified of what his mother says. Both dragons Arrax and Merax take off into the sky. As we see Luke atop Arrax in the back. Each Dragon is different in head and color. Showing us really how fucking different they all are. Lucerys flies into the skies above as we switch to Daemon deep in the caves of the Dragonmount. He sings an Old Valyrian song walks atop a massive dais with a single torch. He bows and sets down the torch as if looking for something. As a massive Dragon appears in fire. It appears to be almost jet black, is this the cannibal. He leans into almost seeming ready to eat him. THe thing's head looks a lot like Meleys. As we see Lucerys flying closer to what I think is storms end he lands in its courtyard to see the knights waiting for him. Suddenly, we see the form of Vhagar, who just appears. He speaks as the guards sweep him into the Throne Room for the Lord. Aemond has beaten him to the point. Borros acts the arse and waits to receive his message. He points out that the Dragons can't get their shit straight as Aemond is doing an impression of Dr. Evil and fixates on Luke. Borros repudiates his Oaths and as he points out his offer from the Greens far better. Aemond calls out Lucerys. He definitely is unhinged as he calls for Luke to give up his eye. Borros is definitely not happy as he finally gives Luke the chance to escape and Aemond is already got murder on the brain. Arrax definitely wants to leave as Vhagar is still looming in the background and is suddenly gone. WE can hear her in the background of the storm. Arrax leaves as we can see the storm flashing in the back.  The Dragon calls out as he climbs in the air and yet he can sense the Larger Dragon. As a distant rumbling growl comes out of the forescene Vhagar appears below like a shark beneath a seal. She looms over and comes behind like a mountain burst through the mountain. Arrax twists and turns in a descent to evade Vhagar, but the larger dragon and a mad Aemond are intent on killing the young Black Dynasty member. They fly above and yet again this stormy dread hangs over the scene. He is attacked as Arrax reaks out and fires a bit of fire at Vhagar which results in the massive Dragon going into fight mode. Vhagar chomps apart Arrax and kills Luke. Thus felling the first Dragon of the dance. Daemon climbs back into the room of the Painted Table, does he know? Yes, he does, he informs her of the death of her secondborn. She walks towards the fire and we see her seem to falter She grips her stomach once again as she leans forward in pain. Her child is dead because Aemond had to play chicken in the sky. This death is what finally resolves her to the painful decisions she will make in the future. Gay Canon Again, we see that the women of the Targaryen Dynasty are the ones actually thinking. Now while this episode lacked a lot of solid gay content it lends an idea of thoughts for anyone writing a story with one of the characters glimpsing the future mayhap. Rhae waking up from a night terror of her son dying. One that changes her status on her decisions of the future. Hottakes:

Rhaenys rolling in to inform everyone of Viserys' death in a manner that speaks to her growing impatience.

She has been through all of this shit and she wants to prevent war and yet she encourages it by siding with Rhae.

Daemon was a total asshole this entire episode. The abuse scene was beyond fucked up.

Watching everyone set up the Painted Table was a nice touch.

The scene of her losing her child was damn fucking brutal it is definitely a mirror Queen Aemma's death.

Erryk coming in with the Crown made my skin crawl at the gravitas of the acting. Seeing the painted table with everyone present was also damn good.

Otto's line about the validity of Aegon's Kingship was brutally out of Tywin Lannister's playbook.

Rhae's choking scene made me squick as fuck.

Corlys' entire scene talking about how both he and his brother's personal ego destroyed their family.

Luke's flight was nightmarish and claustrophobic.

Borros was right in that he has not real reason besides the oath of a dead man. Aemond toying with his nephew was cruel as it was obvious Arrax was likely going to overreact.

Jaceys determination in this episode was amazing. He and his mother really show a healthy dynamic in this episode.

Luke's actor really fucking sold Lucerys as believable and his death was completely out of nowhere and yes, it did make me cry.

#house of the dragon #game of thrones #hotd #got #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #grrm #george rr martin #house targaryen #house hightower #House velaryon #vhagar #arrax #lucerysa targaryen #aemond targaryen #the black queen #Rhaenyra Targaryen #Rhaenys Targaryen #Daemon Targaryen #lgbtqia #lgbt #lesbian #gay #bisexual #pan #transgender #trans femme #trans masc

[parragone]

yet another rant! this time about Kapkan! Because... I have favorites, obviously, but also I'm playing him on repeat in ranked, so-

This is... sort of long, but it addresses his want for kids and why he won't have them? the rest of the Spetsnaz are discussed here at brief points, as is Beslan - again - but nothing graphic

tl;dr - Kapkan wants to be a dad, he just knows it's not the best idea because of his trauma

Maxim Basuda always, always wanted to be a father.

It had nothing to do with passing on the family name. He never had any love for passing down property or inheritance to a child, though he knows he'd do everything in his power to make their lives comfortable even after he's gone. His father taught him to be proud of his name, yes, of course he did, he's a smart man from smart stock, but the name was never the point.

He wanted to be a father, not just a sire to a child. He desperately wants to raise a child of his own with a partner he loves, be it biological or adopted. He wants to help a child grow and change and learn about the world around them, to try and make sure that they will be better than he ever was. Even if that means seeing them go down a path he wouldn't approve of.

He knows that a raising a child would be one of the hardest things he'd do. He'd even be a decent father, maybe even a good one, but he'll never know.

And that's because of the Beslan siege.

It fucked with him that so many children died, which was normal, it was expected. When all was said and done, he buried it initially; there were greater tragedies than his own trauma at hand, even if he couldn't get the things he'd seen out of his head long enough to get sleep.

It was when he was forced to see a therapist and talk about it that he realized he'd become terrified that if he were to have a child, he might lose them the same way. He felt guilt for each individual child he'd failed to save, even though it was wildly out of his control, and he had no idea why. The therapist said it was due to his age - something he thinks might contribute now that he's older - but he still isn't sure that it's the sole reason. He loves kids, but he can't get the fear out of his head now. He's tried. It's stuck there like gunpowder on leather.

So he's learned to cope in other ways.

He loves his nieces and nephews - he's their oldest uncle and, by and large, is a favorite of the kids. He comes by with stories and gifts, but always helps them with homework if nobody else can. He won't tell them for a few more years, but he'll be paying for any college expenses they need so that they don't have to worry about a thing. He's taught each of them how to hunt and fish, and he's paid for their extracurricular activities; piano for one, martial arts for another, equestrianism for another. His brothers insist he doesn't have to do this, but he reminds them that he's their big brother - he's gotta do something to spoil his nieces and nephews to the point they like him over their dads. It's the ancient, sacred rite of passage for the child-free sibling.

Glaz knows he wants kids, but never pushes about it. Instead he finds himself watching Kapkan become an adoptive uncle to Tachanka's children, the two men close for more than one reason; Tachanka loves the man, and his kids know Kapkan is a little more than just a friend. He watches him bond with Fuze's nieces and nephews when they inevitably visit Uzbekistan. He watches his partner be a good father without children, and assures him that his decision to let go of his want for a child is healthy, even if his father gives him shit and his mother expresses concern that he hasn't settled down yet.

Kapkan takes it upon himself to be a mentor partially because he knows he has a lot to say and too much experience for a lifetime. Part of it is the fact that he figures the closest thing he'll ever have to kids are the soldiers he mentors. Maybe one day he'll get through the trauma, maybe he won't.

But his partners love him with or without it and understand his apprehension, so he's alright taking his time to figure that bit out.

#kapkan #kapkan really really wishes he could be a dad #he just recognizes that its not the healthiest thing #maybe one day though