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The Green Prince | Bluebeard!Aemond x Wife!Reader

-Based on the Fairytale 'Bluebeard'- Halloween Special!

Summary: Six wives before her mysteriously disappeared, and someone in Dragonstone calls for her once her new husband entrusts her with his master key | Word Count: 8k~ | Warnings below the cut~

Links to my Taglists: General Taglist | Aemond Targaryen Taglist

Warnings: dub-con, arranged marriage, victorian england setting, era-typical sexism, murder, uxoricide, blood, toxic behaviour, apparitions/ghosts, manipulation, threats of violence

She's heard only tales of Aemond Targaryen.

The Green Prince of Dragonstone. A wealthy gentleman who often stayed within the confines of his estate.

When she abandoned the frills and wide smiles of girlhood, thrust into the pomp and practice of womanhood, that is when the stories began.

She had never seen him. And she began to believe, that the people around her who spoke of him never had either.

They were of a decent background, her and her family. Not overwhelmingly rich. But well-off is what her father always said.

Enough to employ a small army of servants.

Enough to never have to worry about the troubles of daily life that so often would hinder an everyday individual.

She doubted Aemond Targaryen ever had to worry about that either.

One fact that simply could not be frayed, was that he was royalty.

Only in the sense that he was utterly untouchable.

He had this elegance about him, they would say, a sort of curious exoticisim from the way his long, silver hair would drift down his back, to the way his inhuman purple eyes would glimmer, half lidded and looking straight ahead, as if he were piercing a knife through the individual with his gaze alone.

Though they were technically neighbours, she saw very little life pass through the iron gates of Dragonstone. His estate so vast, that by foot, she would have to commit a whole hour to simply brush by the border of what she deemed was a forbidden land.

There seemed an aura of darkness over it, that she could not quite comprehend. But one that intrigued her all the same.

Last year, at the same time as now, she had been considered a child. No better for company than being banished upstairs to dwindle about her books and writings, out of the way of adults and their serious business affairs.

What had really changed in 12 months, that they now considered her a woman?

She felt age had little to do with it.

She felt that she had been grown in her mind for some time, and had actually changed very little from the age of three and ten.

But now, at the tender age of nine and ten, there was still a girlish nature about her face. A brightness to her eyes, and a plumpness about her cheeks. One that her mother had once commented that men would find appealing in a wife.

And so here she was.

Dressed in her finery, a glass of wine in a crystal glass delicately placed in one hand, she stood beside her eldest brother, who had torn himself rather blatantly from a woman he himself was courting in favour of supporting his sweet, youngest sister.

"Do not, for the love of our mother, allow yourself to be approached by Mr Gardner. He has had five servants in as many months. I am sure you can understand why", her brother mused with a contented chuckle.

She did not know why. Nobody had told her plainly.

Sometimes she wished people would just be honest with her. And not assumed she knew the inner workings of people's minds, after years of being shut away upstairs by her parents and brother alike.

The foyer and adjoining rooms alike were filled with people, all pretending to make pleasantries with each other. And as the night dragged on, several well known bachelor's having tried their hand at impressing her, she found her glass of wine was not as endless as she thought.

When a servant had spotted her, appearing at her side to refill her glass, she had turned her body sideways and locked eyes, finally, with him.

The one people affectionately named, The Green Prince.

Like most of the men tonight, he was dressed in a suit with a long overcoat that covered his dark green waistcoat. So dark were the colours of his outfit, that they almost appeared black, like the rest of it.

His hair was loose, with a few strands falling to the front over his shoulders, and as her eyes trailed up to his pale collar, where a tie was loosely wrapped about his neck, she saw that when she met his gaze, he was already looking at her.

He held his glass in a manner most unbecoming. Hanging at his side, his long fingers grasping the edges so delicately, she was sure for a moment it was floating in his hold.

His finger, she noticed, tapped idly at the side of the room, as if deep in thought as he looked upon her.

She saw his gaze drop to her outfit, one that her mother had chosen for her. A red, almost burnt tea coloured dress, with very little flounce and fancy to it. The collar hung delicately at her shoulders, the bodice tight and the only detail of any colour was in the stitching of her skirt, which he noted was a shimmering gold.

When he lifted his eyes, he took a sip from his glass, still almost filled to the top, his burning lilac gaze hovering over the brim. She sucked in a breath, her own eyes flitting over his face. And to the patch that covered the left eye.

She didn't know why her chest felt tight, and why she hoped suddenly for the appearance of her brother. Or her father perhaps. He was staring at her so unabashedly, that for an unmarried woman such as herself, she would be looked upon with immense judgement if she were found to be staring back at him in the same manner.

Knowing his gaze was burning at the back of her head, perhaps tracing the intricate pattern of braids her hair had been styled in, she decided to ignore him, until he had the decency to approach and introduce himself to her properly.

As any good gentleman would.

She meandered through the menagerie of figures, careful to keep her wine close to her so that she wouldn't repeat the same embarrassment as last year when she spilled the entire glass down Mr Bray, whose wife near lost her voice with incessant shouting.

Her father, ever cheerful, as rich men so often are, materialised at her side, grasping her elbow and tugged his daughter close to him. His breath smelled like red wine as he whispered to her.

"It appears you have captured the special attention of Mr Targaryen, daughter"

Her father chuckled when her wide, terrified and yet curious eyes met his.

How could she have captured his attention, when she had done nothing at all? She thought.

She did not yet know, the charms that the appearance of a female body could offer. And how it could transform a respectable man from a pillar of society, to a hungry, lustful beast at a moment's notice.

"I shall introduce you to him" her father insisted, leading her along at his side, despite her quiet protests.

"But father-"

"Hush now. Remember your manners".

His tone of voice was enough.

She had not experienced it as a mere female. But she had seen first hand what her father did to her brother when he disobeyed. Finding a sort of punishment worthy at the end of his cane as it cracked against her brother's palm.

Her brother still wore gloves often. That was his shield.

She had yet to find her own.

Perhaps hers was in her mind, she thought. That she might be able to protect herself with her ideas and opinions, twisting the minds of men, as her elder sister had said once, to suit the needs of the women they owned.

She often had to remind herself, she was property. And could easily be bought and sold, and kicked to the roadside if she had done something to mar her family name.

She was thrust into a sort of social assassination once again once stood before the famed Mr Targaryen, who nodded his head in greeting but said nothing.

"My Targaryen. What an honour it is to have you here. Please might introduce my daughter"

He bent somewhat at the hip, his hand moving to grasp hers, the skin soft and feminine.

"The pleasure is all mine, Miss"

His voice was like the purr of a cat. And though terrifyingly intriguing, she couldn't find it in herself to look away.

"And to you, Sir. Many thanks for the invitation" Aemond turned towards her father, giving another barely existent nod of his head, his expression flat and almost bored.

"It is no problem at all, Mr Targaryen. Please accept my condolences on the passing of your wife"

Late wife?

She felt rude to ask, so said nothing.

Aemond seemed to understand her curiosity, and gave a light smirk in her direction, though she was on his blind side.

"Thank you, Sir. It was a great tragedy indeed"

"Indeed" her father repeated, leaning forward as if to emphasise the size of his empathy for him, "I understand she was quite distressed for some time, was she not?"

She almost passed her father a warning glance. Thinking it rather rude for him to say such things about his late wife. Whether she may have been mad or not.

But Aemond merely nodded.

"Indeed. I am afraid, however, it was an inevitable accident"

Accident.

She of course, remembered hearing the gossip, and hearing her father read the newspaper every morning. An update about the mad Alys Rivers at the top of the page every time.

Alys Rivers, the Lady of Dragonstone, found dead in God's Eye Lake. A wound to the neck spells suicide.

A wound to the neck was a kind description.

Her pale skin was said to be slashed open on one side, everything visible within. And once the water had got to her, she was swollen, pale and blue, completely drained of blood. Almost entirely unrecognisable.

It was just as well she had no family. They would not have wished to see how she met her end.

The article found it necessary to articulate, that her body had been returned to her husband.

Across the room, another gentleman called for her father, and she felt the hot whips of panic at the back of her neck at the thought of being left alone with Aemond.

"Do excuse me" her father said quickly, disappearing into the sea of black and grey.

She herself turned back to Aemond, not wanting to be rude, and tapped her fingernails on the crystal glass nervously.

"I am very sorry to hear about your wife"

Aemond hummed, one of his hands behind his back like he had a secret.

"Thank you, Miss"

There was a long period of silence between them. And for a while, she wondered if she should be the one to break it.

Aemond laughed lowly, leaning down to her face as he caught something interesting in his sights.

"See your brother?" He murmured. And her face turned as well, not realising at first how close their faces were, but she could not very well pull away without offending him.

All the same, he smelled of sandalwood.

Her eyes followed his, to her brother on the other side of the room, where he was thoroughly embarrassing himself by laughing too widely with the woman he had been courting for several months.

"He is awfully close to that woman, is he not?"

She swallowed, raising her chin to appear more confident as she spoke, "She is to be his intended. It is only natural they speak freely with one another" she reasoned.

Aemond did not move away, his shoulder brushing against her side. It made her shudder.

"He is certainly doing something freely" Aemond hummed deep in his chest, a tone which sent a dull ache through her body.

Her brother leaned in close to the woman. And she watched her blush and throw her head back with a demure laugh, her brother leaning close to run his nose along her neck, grinning against her skin.

It felt forbidden to watch them be so close.

And yet he was so brazen about it.

"She seems to be enjoying herself, at least"

She couldn't find it in herself to reply.

For the woman did appear as if she was enjoying herself. And briefly, stood beside Aemond, his breath softly batting against her neck, she wondered herself, how it would feel if he did the same to her.

She wondered if he was thinking the same thing as her. Sneaking into her mind like a whisper, as if he were being a locked door, and was peering through the keyhole to uncover her darkest thoughts and desires.

Her brother leaned towards his intended, planting a kiss to the column of her neck. And she felt herself parting her lips as the other woman had, not only at the shameless behaviour of her brother, so consumed in wine that he felt no need to appear reasonable in front of other people, but also because she felt Aemond’s slender fingers at her forearm.

It was not at all like the way her father had pulled her to him, in ownership.

Aemond tugged her towards him in a sort of longing, his nose pressing into the plaits of her hair.

“I am going to ask your father for your hand” he whispered, “and he will say yes. And you shall be mine”.

She listened with her fingers wrapped around the wooden pillars of the staircase as her brother shouted obscenity after obscenity at her father. Every now and then her mother would insert her little, sweet voice that was inevitably crushed by the low boom of the two males in the room.

With her gaze planted firmly in her lap, tracing the patterns of the lace of her nightgown as she listened, she thought with a sort of sadness that the offer of marriage should be a joyous and happy occasion. And now in her household, the prospect of her being tied to the Green Prince himself was so offensive to her brother, that he felt the need to fight on her behalf.

Perhaps knowing his sweet sister had no choice in the matter.

“He is barely half a decade older than her and has had six wives in as many years, father!” he boomed, and she could tell by the way his voice bounced off the furniture that he was pacing and throwing his arms around.

“To give her away to that brute. It is unthinkable!”

“Be quiet!” her father roared back, “the wedding will go ahead as planned. We will not get a better offer than this!”

While she was happy, that her brother was trying to stick up for her, it was no use. He nor her had a choice in the matter.

Her father had said it himself.

We will not get a better offer.

Not she.

She was property. Something to be sold and given in exchange for goods or reputation. What she wanted, was of no consequence.

And she couldn’t help but think of her mother, several decades younger than her father, and how she must have felt at her tender age when confronted with the prospect of marrying a man much older than she.

In a way, she felt connected to her mother in that way. But also in a way that she resented her, for dressing her up, plaiting her hair and pushing her out into the rich man’s world, ripe and ready for the taking.

Passing her the torch of a woman’s anguish.

The wedding felt clinical. More akin to a funeral than a union of two people.

Her brother stares dagger into the back of her intended for the entire ceremony. All while her mother cried softly into her handkerchief and her father sat, stoic and silent, his chubby fingers caressing the sculpted ornament on the top of his cane.

She remembered his hands as they were bought together and the officiator had placed a sort of sacred cloth over them as he muttered his prayers. Binding them lawfully and before the eyes of God, for their whole lives.

His hands were large, his palms completely dwarfing hers and his long fingers wrapping around hers like tight vines. And at that moment, she had never felt so small in her life.

And noticed that his side of the wedding chapel, where his family members were supposed to sit and witness their union, was completely empty.

Six wives in as many years.

That is what her brother had said.

She knew Aemond had been married multiple times prior to her, but was her brother merely exaggerating?

In contrast to his hands, where the blood swam warmly through his limbs, his lips where the officiant asked them to seal their union with a kiss, were cold, and not forthcoming. As if he had not asked her father for her hand in marriage, but that this entire affair was so useless and merely for looks, that he’d rather be somewhere else.

That said. She could not escape the intensity of his gaze.

He seemed to focus solely on her, much to her discomfort, to the point where it seemed like he was not listening to a single prayer or hymn that was uttered in the chapel all afternoon. And though her eyes were elsewhere, to try and place the feeling that bubbled in her chest somewhere else, she often found his lilac eye drifting to the details of her necklace, to face, and pausing where she wet her lips nervously.

If he hadn’t possessed such a domineering, strong presence, she thought he would be devilishly handsome.

Perhaps a fact he already knew.

It was unlike her family to have celebrations, so they didn’t.

She gave each of the servants, some who she knew for most of her life a final embrace, thanking them for their hospitality and care where she did not receive it from her parents. And as her luggage was packed meaningfully in the back of Mr Targaryen’s carriage, with two large horses at the front, she gave her brother a tight embrace as well. Inhaling and savouring the musty smell of tobacco on his coat.

He looked saddened, but for the sake of appearances, forced a smile onto his face.

“Good luck, dear sister. Remember you may write to me, even though you are a married woman” he smiled, teasing her softly with a nudge to her shoulder.

She gave a softer hug to her mother, who usually was not keen to shower her with affection. But she supposed, she was the youngest daughter, so it was only natural.

Her father, after having busied himself in an idle chattering session with Aemond, merely tipped his hat, and did not shed one bit of emotion as she climbed into the carriage before her husband. Aemond's hand helped her up the step, watching as she disappeared inside.

The smell of his sandalwood perfumes on his coat was stronger as he sat beside her on the cushion, instructing the handsome, olive-skinned driver to move forward and away from her home.

She only waved to her brother. And watched as he had wet eyes, stepping forward a few paces like he was about to break into a run after her.

The carriage was much nicer than anything she'd seen in her young life, and though they were for all intents and purposes, considered neighbours, it was still a half hour ride to his estate.

Dragonstone.

Her skin prickled at the mere thought of it.

She'd never seen it before. Nor had any of her family.

All she knew was that it was often clouded in fog, that when you stood at the front gates you could barely see the arching towards and dark brick in the distance anyway.

All she had heard was what people said.

That it was a frightful, maze of a place. With winding corridors and crooked doorways, and barely any servants.

He was a rich man, why not employ more?

He did not say a word the entire way home. He only sat, cross legged, and fiddle with his fingers like he was nervous. Turning them over in micro-movements.

Don't speak unless spoken to.

As Dragonstone came into view once they crossed the boundary of the iron gates, she felt her breath taken away.

And it was only when Aemond assisted her with a hand as she stepped down from the carriage that she could really appreciate the sheer size of his estate.

It was so big it was beyond comprehension.

She briefly wondered if she would get lost in such a place.

"Cole will bring your things to our room"

Her heart started to flutter, and pitter patter all at the same time.

Our room.

She had almost forgotten her one wifely duty she was to fulfil this evening.

To appease him.

The thought made a sort of tightness in her belly, though she was unsure why. Of course, her elder sister had divulged her own horror story of her wedding night. Though her sister was twenty and she herself only five and ten at the time, the nitty gritty was of great curiosity to her.

"For several hours the poor thing just cried and it rather spoiled the mood. Turned out that he had…pleased himself the morning of the wedding so as not to become too excited when the evening rolled around.

Oh well, no matter. Instead, when he had a rather excited visitor the next morning he crawled atop me and breathed heavily into my neck while he tried to get it inside me. 'Twas over in an instant dear sister and I did not feel a thing".

Though the anecdote was funny, although awkward seeing as she sat next to her brother-in-law the next morning and tried not to giggle, right now, it did little to quell the gnawing inside her.

Aemond did not seem as quiet and unsure of himself as her brother-in-law was. She doubted a man of his standing would have any issue fulfilling his role as a husband.

As he had done, six times before.

Which triggered yet another question.

Why no children? Surely all six of his previous wives could not have been barren?

Did they commit suicide? Ashamed of themselves for failing to fulfil this task? Were they all mere accidents? Or did someone break in at night to steal his plethora of fine jewels and artefacts and run into one of his unfortunate wives along the way?

It seemed entirely impossible.

She watched Aemond walk confidently to the front doors, where a couple of servants stood to greet the new Lady of Dragonstone. His coat fluttered around his thighs as he turned, the ends of his silver hair hung like they were floating.

"Wife. May I introduce you to the staff. Anything you so wish, please do not hesitate to ask them"

The two servants stood, hands clasped, looking entirely scared stiff. One was a middle aged man with an apron dirtied at the edges, and the other a maid, barely five and twenty, who offered her a polite curtsy.

She simply smiled at them, "a pleasure".

They said nothing.

There was something melancholic. Ancient. And crushing about Dragonstone.

She felt the weight on her shoulders the moment she passed those gates. Did they feel it too?

Did Aemond?

This was the only moment he seemed to smile, as miniscule as it was with a darkened gaze, was when he turned to look at his new wife and nodded.

"If you will forgive me, I have some business to attend to. I will see you tonight for supper"

His expression never wavered, even as he bent at the middle to press his lips to her hand, above the ring he had placed on her finger not a few hours before.

The servants quickly scuttled out of her sight and so she thought to amuse herself by exploring her new home. Out of habit, she started upstairs, going straight to her bedroom to inspect.

There was a large four poster bed made of what appeared to be walnut in the middle of the room, with various ornaments strewn about, but very little to suggest that he actually relaxed in here.

There were no mementos, keepsakes, and she thought briefly she couldn't get a grasp on his personality this way either.

She blushed and felt that tightness again at the thought of sharing a bed with him, of what they might have to do.

The rest of the house was indicative of the first room she ventured to. Lacking a certain personality she was sure existed in her new husband but one he refused to show.

The estate was cold and empty, with flagstone floors stretching along the long dark hallways.

There were so many doors it was difficult to know what on earth could be behind all of them. She'd so far discovered the Library, the Dining Room and even happened upon the scullery rather by accident.

And then, one room…

It had a oxblood red door, worn around the edges and the colour faded somewhat. She noted the scuff marks around the handle and the hinges, as well as the stone beneath the door where overtime, footsteps had worn it down.

So she was doubly surprised to find the door locked.

Curious.

Her skin prickled, and she was sure for a moment that she saw her own misty breath. Like that feeling that someone is watching you but you are too afraid to move an inch. The tips of her fingers suddenly felt numb.

She felt it on her neck, an iciness.

But when she turned, her breath stuck in her chest from panic, she could only see nothing but the empty corridor.

And all was silent.

There was a heaviness in her chest which seemed to pass through her like trying to walk through honey, trying to pull your feet up just an inch to step forward.

And as quickly as that feeling came, it was gone and she turned back in panic once she heard soft, careful footsteps behind the oxblood door.

She clenched and unclenched her fists in fear, trying to reason with herself.

Undeniable footsteps, ones that had started at the threshold and we're now walking slowly away from her.

The blood rushed warmly back into her fingertips, and she rubbed them painfully against her navy dress, trying to will a feeling back into them.

Footsteps…

She only heard her own as she hurried down the corridor again, her shoes clocking against the flagstone.

So desperate to get away from that heavy, morbid feeling that she nearly hurtled right into the young maid.

"My Lady!"

"I do apologise" she uttered immediately, her chest pushing against her bodice with her hurried breath, "I was not looking where I was going".

The maid curtsied, as if she'd forgotten to and straightened, "Supper is to be served, my Lady. May I-"

"What is that room? Down the hall?" She asked.

The maid raised her eyebrows, "Which one, my Lady?"

She turned her head down the hallway once again to point to the one she meant, and her words died on her lips.

The door moved.

It was unmistakable.

The shadow where the door was leant ajar quickly disappeared, and the frame was filled once more by the large wooden slat against it.

There was no click of a lock to be heard.

She was so afraid she lost herself for a moment. Going all pale. So much so the maid had to prompt her.

"My Lady?"

She shook her head, looking back to see if the door would move again, and drift open as it had before.

But it never did.

And the thought that as she was running away before, the door was slowly inching open, scared her beyond belief.

"It's nothing, I apologise" she said quickly, "Supper, thank you".

There was nothing of note for the rest of the evening.

Supper was quiet. And the table was so long with husband and wife sat at either end, that they may as well have been in separate rooms while they ate.

It was nice enough food she was grateful for that. A selection of soups and meats, and breads to fill her belly between courses.

He did not speak.

He barely moved any other muscle than his arm to fork the meat into his mouth. She watched him every now and then, over the barely dancing flame of the candelabra, otherwise the room would be completely dark.

So she drank her wine, and stayed silent. Waiting to be spoken to.

The only thing he said was right at the end.

"Shall we retire for bed, wife?"

And she could not very well say no.

She made brief eye contact with the maid as she followed her husband to the grand staircase, each step feeling heavier and more nerve-wracking than the last.

Her husband was tall, broad and she had no doubt be enjoyed the domineering aura he gave off. Judging by the dark colours of his waistcoat and trousers, as well as the leather eyepatch over one eye, he enjoyed inhabiting darkness.

She thought with some amusement that the only bright things about him were his hair and eyes.

Things he could not change.

He was certainly a marvel of a man. And truthfully, she should count herself lucky that he is at least somewhat close to her in age.

Aemond closed the door softly once they were both inside. The curtains were now drawn, and the room was filled with an amber glow from the candles the maid had lit for them.

She needn't ask him for help, for her new husband immediately stood behind her, and began to unlace her dress as if they had been married an age.

His movements were so sure. And she felt with jealousy of some kind that he had done this with six other women before her.

No wonder he was practiced.

There was no room for romance when to him, it was all just a matter of duty.

She stood only in her chemise, having pulled her hair free of her braids, feeling his gaze the entire time.

"Are you intent on remaining silent, wife?" He asked, and she heard him pull off his waistcoat with every pop of his buttons.

"Or might you become more vocal in the marriage bed?"

She felt her cheeks flush and thickness in her throat. Inadvertently pressing her legs together where a sort of excitement was blooming.

"I could not say…" she answered.

And chuckled lowly, pressing his front to her back, dragging his nose up the side of her neck, just as she had seen before.

She felt something hard press against her backside, his hips pushing it against her and moving softly, creating just a tiny bit of friction.

"Tell me" he muttered, his lips tickling her ear, "tell me what a good wife does"

She was suddenly nervous, thinking about what other people had told her.

And it was increasingly difficult to think, with his large hands pulling her chemise off her body.

"A good wife…is loyal to her husband" she recited, her breath coming in short pants, "she is…loving"

He blew air from his nose, like he was amused.

"..and she is obedient"

"That's it"

Aemond peeled the chemise off her, letting it drift to the floor.

"A good wife makes herself available to her husband"

She gasped and he revelled in it, as he pushed her newly naked body onto the bed, her body sinking into the mattress and watching as her husband bared himself one button at a time.

"Of course. There a many other wifely duties" he grinned.

His fingers moved to his trousers.

"But for now, I only care about this one".

Being touched all over was strange. There was a dull ache in her core when her husband touched certain areas, a feeling that she didn't recognise.

Her confused and somewhat distressed face at the whole ordeal was endearing to him.

Her young, plump face looked up at him with gleaming eyes and shame arched in her eyebrows.

It hurt. Not as greatly as she thought. But it still did.

"Close your eyes. It will be over soon"

She did as he said, turning her face away. But it was not over soon.

His member throbbed inside her, and she thought she'd never felt more full in her life. Since closing her eyes, she could not see the way his hair began to tangle around him, as his hips chased hers and came against hers with a soft smack.

The pain gave way to another feeling still.

That same ache she felt when he'd touched her.

Aemond smirked when he saw the confused, ashamed expression on her face. At the way she pressed her lips together.

"I think you are enjoying this" he murmured lowly, pushing harder into her like he was intent in piercing her stomach, "if I did not know any better, you would almost be moaning".

She didn't want it to feel good.

Or did she.

It felt wrong.

And yet she couldn't deny when he raised her thighs, his fingers wrapped into her flesh, it did feel good.

"Look at me" he whispered, never stopping, "Look at your husband, who is giving you pleasure"

Some excitement sparked inside him, when she didn't do as he asked, her warm embarrassed face pressed into the sheets as much as she could. Her eyes closed.

He laughed when she refused.

"Yes - you feel it, do you not? No need to act all coy. I can feel your body's response"

Shame crept into her body, her limbs going all tight just as he'd said. Feeling herself hit that irreplaceable point, she simply whimpered and felt his length throb once more before he spilled inside of her, releasing all he had to give.

She thought with lewdness, that his spend was warm inside her.

Aemond seemed to take great pleasure in making his wife shrink into herself with embarrassment and shame every time they coupled. He loved that doe eyed look she gave him, as if he did not have his cock buried between her legs every night he could since the wedding.

He would have her any way. Fully clothed if the moment presented itself.

There was something erotic about taking something that looked so innocent and filling her with his spend. How she would act all coy, with it dripping down her thighs.

He delighted in the fact that he had managed to kidnap this sweet young thing, and use her for himself and his pleasure any moment he was able. And the month that passed since the wedding, he could not think of a time that was sweeter.

So it was with great irritation that he was called to King's Landing. Some business with his brother that apparently couldn't wait.

He did not want to leave her.

He spoke firmly, stood before the oxblood door in his travel wear.

"While I am away, you must not enter this room. Do you understand?"

When she nodded without asking why, he smiled in pride and placed the master key in her small palm. Entrusting that she would do as she had promised in his absence.

He thought he'd reward her when he returned, by fucking her in the comfort of their bed sheets, until she was pink in the faxe and begging him to stop. Just as he liked her to be.

As soon as her husband left, she felt even more that she was being watched. All the little hairs on the back of her neck pointed upwards.

The maid kept clear of her, which was nothing unusual. But it was almost as if she was escaping rooms before she herself knew why. As if she knew what invaded the invisible space within them as soon as her back was turned.

Did she hear the voices too? See the dark figures and closing doors?

Anytime she passed the long dark hallway to the oxblood door, she felt her curiosity grow tenfold. But also a sense of dread, heavy in her gut, tugging her back to this wretched place.

What could be behind the door, that her husband wished not for her to see?

In the Library, the fire crackled comfortably as she turned the faded pages of her book. The maid busied herself collecting the dirtied saucers and teacups beside her, humming to herself gently.

The air suddenly went cold around her neck, and a breeze passed, evident by the dangling of her earrings. It was not only her imagination.

"A golden key. Oxblood door. Give the six souls rest, sweet child"

She looked up at the maid, "I am sorry, did you say something?"

The maid straightened and shook her head quickly, eyebrows arched in confusion, "No, my Lady"

Why did the maid always flee like that? Like someone was chasing her? With their claws at her back like an animal in the forest?

The key was ornate, with winding patterns and several notches at the top. And when she held it in her small palm, it felt hot to the touch like an iron rod.

Aemond would punish her.

How? She did not know.

She slotted the key into the door, without the energy to turn it. And her limbs felt heavy, and her knuckles cold, like someone was pushing on it. Forcing her will.

"That's right. Insert the key into the keyhole, and turn…"

A voice echoed off the stone.

A low, sweet, mature voice.

Click.

The oxblood door gave way to light, torches lit at every corner, illuminating the oxblood colour of the floor before her.

A step down.

The floor rippled like liquid.

"Our souls…"

Her shoe was slick with something oily that clung to the suede. Irreparably staining them.

Her skin prickled. Vomit bubbled at the back of her throat.

Six torch-lit figures reflected in the blood on the flagstone floor.

Hung, wrists bound over their head. White skulls in various stages of deterioration, with strings of what was once luscious hair drifting past their bony shoulders.

She saw with dread, they were still wearing dresses that hung off their ivory skeletons.

She was sure she collapsed with grief, a scream echoing around her that did not feel like her own. The only sound she registered was the clanging of the key as she dropped it in shock, blood of Aemond's ex-wives enveloping the brass.

Her throat felt sore.

She watched their empty eye sockets. The dust over their bound hands and their feet as they dangled inches off the floor.

Breath hot in her lungs like she was clinging to life as she knew it, she scrambled for the key and pulled the door shut behind her with a mighty boom.

Darkness crawled up her skin, now that she knew what was behind it.

Was this her fate?

If she displeased him, would she be their successor?

She was sat, with head in hand, in a state of complete distress with sweat on her brow and neck as Aemond returned.

She had paced the room for hours she felt, wringing her hands, as if to find what she might say to him on his arrival. He'd see it on her face.

He would know she had seen the corpses of his precious wives on her soft, innocent features. Scarred forever by death.

His tall, broad form filled the doorframe. And he dropped his coat onto the bed with a tired huff, but said nothing.

She almost wished he would say something. To spare her this horrible anticipation.

But she watched as he took two careful steps in. His one eye flitting over to the key he'd left her on the bureau.

The blood had not lifted from the brass. She could not wash it. No matter how much time she committed to it, it would not become clean.

Her husband looked back at her like she was something to eat, his eye half open with only half his iris visible.

She sobbed and cried when he advanced and held her to the wall by her neck with ease, slamming her small body against it.

"You thought you would get away without punishment, hm?"

She sobbed like a child, her tears wetting her cheeks and neck, to his fingers. Her own tried to pry his away, feeling that he was hurting her effortlessly with his grip around her throat.

"Please…husband…"

He could have laughed.

"Now is no time for begging. Tell me, how should I punish you, wife?, he grinned widely, his tone low and condescending as he spoke to the small woman before him.

"Please…you may do as you like with me - just first, let me pray-" she begged with a hoarse, tired voice. Never feeling that she could be scared of him in this way.

He pulled his head away, looking down at her past his nose, his lips tight.

She felt his grip loosen, but the places where his fingers had been were sore and red.

"I shall do as I please. But since you asked so nicely to pray. I shall let you"

She felt herself breathing like she was swallowing fire a she stepped out the door, allowing her privacy to pray before he inevitably drove a dagger through her, or something of the like.

She rushed to the master key and locked the door with a quick slam and click, locking her husband out and flinching when his palms pushed with urgency on the other side. Rapping on the wood like an animal who couldn't see their prey.

She had no intention of praying.

"Open this door! Now!"

Her eyes scanned the room anxiously and with urgency. She felt her fingers shaking as he pushed the window open, looking down at the great height she would have to jump to escape him.

A sure death.

She clambered over the bureau, her knees knocking painfully on the wood as she advanced in a panicked state towards the ledge.

Her brother.

If she could just escape to him.

He would save her.

A clang of metal rattled against the floor as her husband, as strong as she was, sent the door flinging off the hinges. His large arms wrapped around her waist as she writhed, fearing her life. Expecting a blade to her neck. Or perhaps to be dragged to the oxblood door, to never return.

"Husband - please - have mercy-"

"It is too late for 'please'. It is time for you to feel the consequence of your actions"

She struggled so much, he tackled her to the floor, holding both her forearms behind her back in one hand, pushing her front to the cold stone floor, her warm cheek moulding to the pattern of it.

"I beg you - have mercy and kill me quickly-"

Her tears wet her face entirely, feeling his body over her back, pressing his hips into her backside, letting her feel his wrath.

"Mercy?" He chuckled darkly, "why would I show the likes of you mercy?"

"You who I have treated with care and respect. You who has disobeyed me"

"My Lady shall learn this lesson now"

His voice was dark and low, and it scared her more than the whisperings of the paranormal and the sight of what was behind the oxblood door.

She panicked with a warm face as he rucked up her skirts to her waist, flinching when she felt two of his thick fingers swipe across her hot centre while he continued to hold her down.

"I do not often take pleasure in teaching my wife a lesson. But, for you, I shall make an exception"

She pressed her lips together, not wanting to anger him with her whimpers and whines as she felt him slide his trousers down and rub his hot, throbbing member, ready and waiting for her, against her cunt, collecting her wetness on his length for ease of entry.

He sighed longingly, his breath tickling her neck, his eyelashes fluttering against her jaw.

She choked on her breath as he slid into her, his fingers holding her hips desperately to widen her legs to accommodate him deeper inside her.

"None of them were worthy - fucking none of them -" he breathed, his breath hitching with each soft smack of his hips against her, stretching her walls to the shape and size of him and groaning at the way her hot insides parted.

"Do you wish me to give you a child, hm? None of them - fuck - none of them could give me what you do-"

She whimpered, feeling his length fill her repeatedly and bully the end of her, each blow against that rough spot inside increasingly making her shame and despair at his use of her body ebb away into a forbidden and unknown feeling.

"If you do not behave, you will not be allowed that pleasure" he muttered, his breath coming in short bursts, his thrusts as well becoming sloppy and unconfident.

Her gut warmed with his length piercing her insides. And she felt as though she was missing something he was telling her in his own way. Eyebrows arched in confusion.

Even now, while he fucked her on the floor, she felt afraid for her life.

"Oh, little one, I am almost disappointed that it took so long for you to realise that I do not intend to kill you.”

Her wet eyes cracked open to turn her head in discomfort to him. Her cheek rubbing against the stone floor as he pulled her hips up to fuck her deeper.

"No. You shall give me children. Many of them if you wish to please me"

She tightened around him completely out of instinct, and Aemond groaned loudly above her, pushing his chest so hard against her back she felt she might break.

And her hands clenched into fists, absentmindedly pushing her hips back to him to chase the remnants of that sweet rapture she was sometimes awarded when coupling with him.

A sweet escape from this prison.

He laughed, when he realised that she was quite resigned to her fate.

That she, compared to his other wives, was finally worthy of giving him children. Of satiating his desire to dominate a woman so easily. How he enjoyed watching the look of shame and pleasure on her face, as she battled with herself to submit to him or not.

He slammed with a wet squelch back into her again, filling her with his warmth with a long, shuddered groan. His grip so hard around her forearm, she was sure blood did not reach her hands.

He continued to move shallowly into her, pushing his spend as deep inside her as it would go. As if, whether she wanted to or not, he would fuck his child into her and watch her grow fat and round.

And then, once she had one, would fuck yet another into her.

Her breath came fast and hot from her swollen lips as she trembled around him, unknowingly prolonging his pleasure inside her.

His lips brushed against her ear.

"No other words before I begin?"

It was difficult with her head pushed against the floor, but she nodded softly in confirmation. Relief flooding her as she saw her husband's smirk rise to his lips, both his hands dropping to her hips to tug her back onto his length.

"Then let us begin"

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I feel like I'm in the minority here but I just feel like... I don't like Stuart. And I don't mean I think he's boring or reprehensible or a badly written character, I specifically mean that I don't think his relationship with Neil is as affectionate or parental as people make it out to be.

Fanon Stuart is overwhelmingly portrayed as someone who cares about Neil. Being actively involved in his life, sometimes to an unhealthy extent. Fanfics even go so far as to have Stuart fight for Neil if he ever incurs the Moriyamas' disfavour — and I love that relationship. I love that exploration, I love seeing a Neil who at least has his mother's family in his corner.

But in canon, we hardly have any evidence to support that version of Stuart. All of their encounters have an element of business to them; Stuart rescues Neil from Nathan but that wasn't what he came down there to do — he came there because he just really, really disliked Nathan. Finding Neil was unexpected, and the first thing Stuart did was leave him there as a distraction for the FBI.

Still, it's not like he could have helped things on that front. The same way he tells Neil he can't protect Neil after the whole deal with the Moriyamas has been struck — it's just not something that can be helped. In TSC, Stuart comes to meet Neil to walk him through a plan designed to protect the Moriyamas — because that's who Stuart has allied with, and that's who Neil belongs to. It's a business transaction with a common denominator, and I see very little evidence that these two have the sort of relationship fanon maintains they do.

I know there are crumbs here and there to indicate that they do have a positive relationship, I just don't think they consider each other family, or that there is even any uncle-nephew bonding going in. Neil orders the hit on Grayson, and Stuart treats it like it's a query from a stranger. Really, Stuart? It's your organisation and you're not even gonna offer your own nephew a family discount?! I know Neil has his blood money but he's spent so much of it — and he's a student!! Who has pledged 80% of his future earnings to a crime family!! Maybe just do him a solid this once?

I think it's best explained by this example — in the EC we came to know that the Moriyamas will eventually end up getting rid of Stuart in favour of another leader within the Hatford set-up, and that before doing so they will ask Neil if he's going to be a problem when it happens. And Neil will be pretty broken up about it, but he's certainly not going to be a problem.

Which is the crux of the matter: as the canon dynamics stand, Neil and Stuart's relationship is simply too regulated by a careful balance of politics and crime and power for them to ever view each other as family. They operate in fucked-up contexts and their normal interactions are too much the product of belonging to crime families and knowing the price of necessity. Do I think they're callous about each other? No. But there's certainly no overflowing familial warmth there either.

I love that fandom explores the potential of what their dynamic could have been. But I don't think it's canon. Feel free to share any disagreements or alternate reading you have of the text, though, because I'm really open to changing my mind! And I'm also really curious about why a large part of the fandom has interpreted Stuart as having such strong pride and attachment over Neil in the first place.

#tsc spoilers #the sunshine court #neil josten #all for the game #aftg #stuart hatford

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cursedvida · 6 months

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Would you write for a reader that is so overwhelmingly affectionate towards buggy??

Hiding your feelings has never been part of your nature, you have always been someone who has done what you felt no matter how much some people find that to be a weakness. It doesn't seem so to you, being demonstrative should not be considered as a disadvantage but quite the opposite: as the ability to have the courage to expose your true emotions without caring about the consequences.

Buggy is the opposite of you in that respect: he likes to maintain that image of a strong, indestructible man so that his crew will respect him or the attitude of a ruthless pirate so that others will fear him. Deep down he feels as much or more than most people, but over the years he has preferred to create this persona that seems to care about nothing more than money and fame to protect himself. Maybe that's why it bothers him so much that you're always after him by being so affectionate in public, or maybe he's just terrified that others might see you as a weakness and use it against him. But deep down, even if he doesn't tell you openly, he loves that you're always behind him, supporting him in everything he does, reminding him of how valuable he is to you. Buggy is a terribly insecure man and as much as your attitude may contrast with the image he wants to give to the world, having you there always showing him how much you care is one of the few things that give him strength to carry on in his lowest moments.

#buggy the clown #buggy #op buggy #buggy headcanons #buggy the clown imagine #buggy imagine #buggy x reader #buggy x y/n #buggy live action #buggy answers #one piece #buggy x oc #buggy x you

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 2 years

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what happened between us?

A/N: request from the amazing @fleurfairie: bub, i’m taking your word for it, so here’s a request: steve harrington and his best friend, who have known each other for just like a year or two but are overwhelmingly close, are secretly in love with each other. not really a secret to everyone else, though. until one day steve decides he’s going to take a chance! because he just loves her so much and she’s worth it and he’d never forgive himself if he just lets her go— steve starts flirting with her, spoiling her rotten, being more clingy and affectionate than they already were, he treats her like a princess already but now he’s really laying it on thick. he worships her. he’s trying to show her, to prove to her, that he can treat her like she deserves and love her like she deserves. however, his girl is shy! she’s shy and inexperienced and self-conscious, the fact she’s never had any romantic validation before makes it so her mind can’t accept or realize that someone might be interested in her :( so when she finds herself having to hold back from touching and kissing and loving her best friend? she panics and tries to distance herself because her mind has convinced her that he wouldn’t want that, that it wouldn’t be reciprocated :( but oh no no, her stevie just won’t let that happen! so after a little bit of her trying to avoid him and ignore him, he seeks her out and they have one of those conversations where he’s asking her if she wants him out of her life but she doesn’t so she can’t say it and so steve slowly starts walking towards her and kind of cornering her against a counter of something and asking what happened and she accidentally lets it slip something like “you’ve been treating me so sweetly and people keep thinking we’re together and i can’t stop thinking about kissing you but i know you don’t want that so i thought—“ and steve cuts her off and he starts listing the things he’s been doing for her and to win her over and then tells her that yes, he’s been trying to show her that he wants her, forever if she lets him, and he’s just standing closer and closer and she shakes her head like “no that can’t be you don’t mean that” but then he tells her he’s sure of it, that he wants to fucking marry her already and she kisses him. finally. her first kiss with the only person she’d ever consider kissing :( and then as soon as they pull away she blurts out that she loves him and he starts being silly and goofy like “i wanted to say it first!” and whatever cute fluffy thing you can think of. 😌😌😌 too much? but yeah, i’ve been thinking about this for a long time, so… but pls ignore it if you don’t want to write it, no hard feelings <3

Warnings: Steve Harrington x reader, love confession, kissing, idk oblivious idiots I guess?

Word count: 738

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“Steve! What are you doing here?”

“We need to talk,” he announced in a tone that almost made it sound like a threat. Quickly slipping under your arm, he entered the house before you have a chance to stop him.

“No, really, come right in,” you mumbled sarcastically, closing the door behind him.

“Please just be honest with me here,” he pleaded as you walked back into the kitchen to down the rest of your abandoned water, “do you still wanna be friends? Because if you don’t, that’s fine, I can be out of your hair in no time.”

Tipping the glass, you stopped the flow so that you didn’t accidentally waterboard yourself. You didn’t say anything, you couldn’t say anything, just stand there and slowly wipe away the droplet that was trickling down from the corner of your lips.

Melting back against the sink, opposite where you were standing, Steve let out a heavy sigh and stared at you so intensely that you almost feared that he could see right through you, “what happened between us?”

Setting the empty glass down, you averted your gaze and answered timidly, “you’ve just been doing all these really nice things” you saw his feet begin to slowly float towards you, “and I think they might have confused some other people into thinking that we’re like together or whatever” tilting your head back, you stared up at the ceiling and nervously let slip, “and maybe it confused me a bit as well because I really can’t stop thinking about you, about kissing you, even though I know that you don’t wanna do that with me, you don’t feel that way-“

Interrupting your tense rambling, he deliberately began listing off, “driving you home from school even though you live on the other side of town? Speaking up every day and actually telling you how amazing I think you look instead of just thinking it? That time we all went to the movies, and I held your hand? The countless notes I left in your locker on the day of your history presentation because I knew just how nervous you were?” feeling his hands grab onto the counter behind you, caging you in, you finally met his intense gaze, “what did you think all that stuff was if not me trying to tell you-, to show you that I want you?”

“No…” you slowly shook your head, “that-, no, you don’t mean that.”

Catching your cheek in his palm, he professed, “Y/n, I would marry you right here and now if I could, because that’s how much I mean it.” All of the air escaped your body, and you honestly thought you might pass out, if not from his overwhelming words, then just the way his chocolate eyes seemed to glimmer and shine under the soft kitchen light. “I want forever with you. I already know that. I don’t need anything else to be sure of that-”

Shutting off your brain, you simply leaned in the last remaining inches and kissed him, like it was the only thing that could have the power to bring you back down to earth. Clearly taking him by surprise, it took him a few seconds to register, but then he breathed out a warm sigh and you felt his other hand find purchase on your waist.

As soon as your lips stopped touching his, you blurted out, unable to stop yourself, “I love you.”

“Seriously?” a laugh bubbled out of him, and he brushed his thumb over your cheek, “I wanted to say that first! Do you know how long I’ve had to come up with the perfect way to tell you? Very, very long. And then you just cut me off.”

Giggling profusely, “sorry, I promise I won’t just kiss you unannounced ever again.”

“No, no, no,” he beamed, “you should always kiss me, with warning, without, please just kiss me.”

Pressing your lips against his once more certainly was an effective way of dying down the bustling laughter.

Resting his forehead against yours, he blurted out, “I love you.” Reeling back, his eyes went wide, “ah, shit… that was not how I planned it, you just kinda made my mind melt and it just flowed right out.” Ignoring your glowing smile, he tried, “tell you what, just pretend that I didn’t say anything so that I can do it the way I had planned, okay?”

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #lea’s writing #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things imagine #harmonia🌺

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oliveo-il · 1 year

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Sunflower sure is neat, take some headcanons

They both absolutely love cats and talked about how they were gonna adopt one when they were kids. They did, he’s a brown gabby named Tofu.

Sunny is obliviously affectionate with touch and flustered by words and Basil is the opposite.

Basil is terrified of bugs despite being a gardener, he likes bees and butterflies but that’s it. He HATES ants with a passion.

Sunny doesn’t like working outside usually, but enjoys planting seeds and watering the flowers with Basil.

Sunny gets sunburns very easily while Basil gets freckles and a very light tan

Their favorite flowers to grow are sunflowers.

Their home is practically drowning with plants. The curtains are never closed during the day so that they can get all the sunlight they need.

They like to go on walks together when it’s cool out. Basil stops to pet every dog he sees.

Sunny really doesn’t like dogs but Basil just adores all animals.

Sunny loves art of every kind. He paints a lot, usually flowers and other still life. He writes poetry and is somehow always shy about showing his work to Basil. He’s obviously overwhelmingly supportive and showers all of it with praise.

They both hate pda with a passion and holding hands is the only exception. Mari teases them for being sappy as if she’s not shamelessly flirting with Hero half the time.

Basil is taller and stronger than Sunny, which he finds offensive.

Kel and Aubrey are both sports nerds and are always trying to get Basil and Sunny to play baseball/basketball. They will on occasion, and both absolutely suck.

Sunny is naturally thin but isn’t frail or weak. He’s still a twig compared to all his friends though since all his hobbies are calm and indoors.

Neither Sunny nor Basil like to go out on actual dates. They prefer to simply relax with each other, stay at home with their cats, and do whatever they want.

Basil is constantly taking pictures and has filled his photo album completely. He displays the rest of them on his wall with little fairy lights. He plans on getting a second album though since he worries that they’ll be damaged.

When Mari and Aubrey dyed their hair, Basil wanted to do it to. He was too nervous to go through with at the time but later on he dyed the tips of his hair light green.

Sunny loves that Basil wears a flower in his hair and is the one who picks them. Basil always wear Sunny’s flowers until they wilt.

Sunny loves horror movies and Basil can handle them but they aren’t his favorite. He doesn’t like them mostly because they’re unrealistic and too similar. On movie nights with the gang he just uses them as an excuse to cling to Sunny and fall asleep.

Sunny is an artist and is fascinated my hands. He likes to play with Basils hands and use them for reference. He finds it interesting how different their hands are and also compares his hands to the rest of his friends.

#omori sunflower #omori game #omori sunny #omori basil #gay and lovers #gay and in love #little gay people in my phone #sprout mole #tofu #tofu the cat

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pokemonbiologyirlthetabletop · 1 year

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Magikarp & Gyarados

Magikarp (#129)

Serpiscis miserabilis

General Information: Magikarp is a fish-like Pokémon often seen in many bodies of water. They average in at 2’11 feet long (0.9 M), and 22 pounds (10 kg).

Habitat: Magikarp are actually native to the Old World (and the world’s oceans), found in any body of water large enough to support their diets. With that said, Magikarp were introduced to the New World’s interior water bodies during the Columbian Exchange. Magikarp are not considered invasive, but Gyarados are! Magikarp and Feebas are some of the few fish Pokémon who can naturally thrive in both freshwater and saltwater for extended lengths of time. Additionally, Magikarp and Gyarados are extremely tolerant of pollution.

Life Cycles: The thing is, Magikarp seem like they’d be simple Pokémon, right? Simple behaviors, simple life cycles, all that. Nope. Now, in the wild in general Magikarp are not typically the ones who reproduce because they often evolve into Gyarados before the next breeding season occurs. But, this isn’t true for all Magikarp, as researchers have discovered remote locations where schools of Magikarp will swim upstream and lay their eggs, then return to the ocean. Some Magikarp have even been recorded returning to these sites multiple years in a row! Clutches are typically between 500 and 750 eggs per season. When is the breeding season? Who knows! Different populations of Magikarp seem to have different social patterns on breeding, though there does seem to be a general preference for the breeding season to be in the winter for ocean-bound populations, and spring for the lake-bound. And the number of breeding seasons varies from once or twice a year, depending on the climate and resources available.

Magikarp are predated upon by any predator big enough to eat it, especially Pidgeot, but with the stark exception of Gyarados. Frillish, Jellicent, Tentracruel, and Sharpedo are common ocean predators.

Behavior: Magikarp are highly social Pokémon, and need other Pokémon around to make it happy. Perhaps consider a Feebas for a friend? Magikarp are overwhelmingly good, docile, and relatively harmless Pokémon, who make excellent companions (if incredibly weak) who will love their trainer dearly if treated right!

Diet: Algae, whatever floats into its mouth. Trainers, you can give your Magikarp standard fish Pokémon food and it’ll be quite happy with that.

Conservation: Least Concern

Relationship with Humans: Magikarp and Gyarados have a long and complicated history with humans. Magikarp are treated as food sources (well, not good food sources), pets, nuisances, jumping athletes, and harmless. They are incredibly common in urban water bodies, in large part due to humans bringing them there on purpose. Most urbanites like Magikarp, having the same charm as pigeons (affectionately) but this does mean there are many who dislike Magikarp for no particular reason except that they exist. The Evolutionary family of Magikarp is under much scientific research due to their intrigue, their mystery, and their extreme prevalence to humans, and they make great test subjects in experiments.

There is also a long history of Magikarp domestication, particularly from East Asia, which results in there being many color variants available from breeders

Color Variants: There are canonically 32 color variants of Magikarp + its shiny form (according to Magikarp Jump) and this holds true in this universe. What makes a shiny form different? There’s literally some magical property to shiny Pokémon that causes them to sparkle when they attack or come out of a Pokéball, while color variants are just that, a color variant. Importantly, these variants only exist in domesticated stock, not wild ones, and in the wild these variants tend to be naturally selected against by predators (because they can be singled out in a school). Wild-caught Magikarp will near-invariably look like the Standard pattern.

Note: Whether or not these color variants translate into the Gyarados having variant patterning, is up to the player or Game Master

Classification: Magikarp is in the genus Serpiscis alongside its closest relative, Feebas. For reasons that are unknown to science, Magikarp is natively found in the Old World and Feebas in the New World, but both can be found in the ocean.

Gyarados (#130)

Serpiscis feroces

General Information: Gyarados is a water and flying type Pokémon, known as the Atrocious Pokémon. It’s scales are as hard as steel and its fangs are said to be able to crush stone. When they evolve from Magikarp, something changes in their brain chemistry that triggers aggression and violence, and their rampages have been known to last for up to a month.

Gyarados can Mega Evolve! Mega Gyarados is a Water/Dark type. Both average in at 21’04 feet (6.5 M) tall, and regular Gyarados weighs about 518.1 pounds (235 kg), and Mega Gyarados weighs about 672.4 pounds (305 kg).

Habitat: Magikarp may not be considered invasive, but Gyarados sure are! Well, sort of. They used to be more invasive than they are, but Gyarados have begun to naturalize to the New World, though local and federal agencies will still relocate troublesome ones to the ocean.

Life Cycles: Researchers believe that Gyarados are typically the ones who reproduce in the wild, if nothing else because of numbers. Gyarados lay clutches of Magikarp eggs close to the 1000s each breeding season, and they are in fact actually quite protective of Magikarp. Truly dedicated researchers have found that Gyarados will defend their babies from predators for at least a couple of weeks after hatching. But as different populations have different social patterns on breeding and reproduction, Gyarados are surprisingly enigmatic creatures.

Behavior: Gyarados are extremely temperamental creatures. If a trainer raised it right as a Magikarp (or otherwise won over a wild Gyarados’s loyalty, somehow), then congratulations you have a loving and overly protective sea serpent as your companion! If not, then look out because they will try to hurt you. Wild ones especially are known for being extremely dangerous, not at all helped by the fact that they like to live in herds (also called storms). Like Magikarp, they are highly social Pokémon who benefit greatly for the company of others.

Diet: Gyarados are carnivores that eat other fish.

Conservation: Least Concern

Relationship with Humans: Gyarados’s relationship with humans is not as benign as Magikarp’s. They have historically been treated as dangerous since even ancient times (old cave paintings depict their rampages), on top of being a nuisance, great companions, and sometimes even revered as the deity of destruction. Many legends surround Gyarados, almost exclusively surrounding its violent nature and the forbearance of doom and destruction should they appear. Mega Gyarados is even worse.

In modern times, the prevalence of Magikarps in urban areas does mean that occasionally one of those Magikarp will evolve into a Gyarados in the middle of a big city, like Chicago, and the local Taskforce has to come in and handle it. Urban Gyarados evolutions are an infrequent but persistent danger to urban environments, but they can only really be handled as they occur.

Classification: Gyarados is mostly closely related to Milotic and Feebas, and are members of the O/M/G clade.

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retrodreamgirl · 2 years

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the sexy six as mildly popular (and continually rising) 90s grunge band: The Upside Downs

wc: 1.3k

warnings: mentions of drugs, language, not proofed, nothing else i dont think but lmk if i missed anything <3

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obviously eddie is lead guitar as well as the sexy, slightly unhinged one; he's their link to the metalheads of eras previous, makes sure everyone knows his roots and that he's not a sellout but he is a ladies man and will certainly ask you to pass the joint.

when people find out he graduated late nancy makes him do a psa about the importance of education and for months they're getting invitations to do kid friendly concerts in school auditoriums (eddie is obsessed with the concept of the Smells Like Teen Spirit mv and tries to get Nancy to let him recreate it at Hawkins High when they send an invite as well...she says no.)

ended up joining with steve and robin when his high school band Coroded Coffin unofficially disbanded because his bandmates were going away for college and dustin insisted on him meeting his best buddy steve harrington who just so happened (as dustin claims) to be in the middle of working on a song when dustin introduced them and so it began...

people call him "The Freak" but definitely as something he took over after high school, sort of reestablishing his power over people who knocked him down for all those years. probably has D&D tournaments with the party and sometimes lets fans in on it backstage the night before a show.

steve is the lead singer, the pretty boy heartthrob who makes all the girls swoon with his romantic yet realistic lyrics paired with him acting charmingly goofy in interviews. definitely the one who takes those magazine quizzes to see if he's compatible with himself and stuffs the pages at the bottom of the trash when he gets eddie.

officially got into music when robin found his lyric notebook tucked beneath the counter while he was doing inventory at scoops ahoy the summer after graduation and they started working on songs together. unofficially been writing music as a way to cope with his upbringing since early high school.

plays guitar as needed and sometimes swaps robin for bass. took a while for him and eddie to be able to compromise on their sound, which is probably like 75% of the reason their main genre is grunge. and fans are obsessed with the way eddie teases steve in interviews.

defintely a bit of a mean girl sometimes which can throw fans off but its mostly because he's still working through stuff and he's coping with himself and how much has changed, secretly very deep and not just a pretty face. definitely affectionately coined "The Hair" and/or "King Steve" and yes they ask him about it in interviews whether he likes it or not <3

robin plays bass but she and steve definitely write lyrics together and once in a blue moon she'll take lead on a song and it makes the fans go crazy; resident cool girl, everyone wants to be her which she thinks is crazy bc she's just a quick witted yet easily flustered nerd behind the scenes.

definitely a victim of reporters, fans, interviewers, etc...asking how she's still single being in a band surrounded by hot guys to which she'll generally start to nervously ramble if steve doesn't step in to change the subject on her behalf until she's comfortable with coming out.

there are probably rumors that she's dating steve at some point just bc they write lyrics together and the band started as just them but they eventually die down after steve gets an actualy girlfriend (maybe multiple).

if/when robin does come out there'll obviously be assholes but their fanbase is overwhelmingly supportive and just think she's even cooler than before. in headlines people probably say cheesy shit like Lead Bassist of The Upside Downs Robin the Hearts of Many skdbglkdhgeuirv

argyle is on drums literally nothing else makes sense sndfjndfkljgbsd and he's the cute, fun loveable one who just does shit; definitely ups the groups relatability factor when he randomly pops up at the old pizza joint he worked in high school to sling a few pies and make up for the days he would lowkey steal the van to haul equipment for gigs when eddie's broke down.

everyone loves his long hair and fans definitely love to touch it (someone has certainly tried to cut it off without him noticing but nancy is always watching and stopped them before they could). speaking of nancy, she's always scolding him for toking up with fans which he never understands because he's just having a good time and eddie told him that it was find and even joins in from time to time.

he joined the band after moving to Hawkins for his senior year, coincidentally having met jonathan in Cali the summer before when the byers/hoppers vacationed there.

gets tons of fanmail asking if he wants to get high with them, they always promise whatever town they're from has the best weed and argyle always believes them but never finds out if its true bc he either forgets or nancy won't let him go but if he does remember he replies to every letter he receives <3

nancy is the manager. a role that befell her by complete accident when she heard eddie on the phone trying to book a gig and just completely snatched it from his hand and secured them a regular spot at a local bar.

so when the group started to gain traction she adopted the role and now is in charge of everything from booking gigs to publicity to making sure nothing slips through the cracks. they'd basically still be eating 3 day old pizza in the back of someone's van if it weren't for her (they still do that sometimes but it's totally by choice now, promise.)

no one is nosier/more informed than nancy so she's always ahead of whatever scandal and even if she can't stop it she's already doing damage control before it gets too far.

she likes to stay out of the spotlight and just do her job most times but has definitely gained a reputation as cut throat in the business but is also known for falling in love with the bands resident shy boy art ho jonathan byers.

jonathan is the groups concert photographer and he also directs most of their videos. if you have a poster of The Upside Downs hanging in your room or you're watching one of their mvs on mtv it's most definitely a jonathan byers original bc the group uses him exclusively for all their shoots.

he and nancy obviously work very closely together to maintain the groups image and everyone who's anyone knows that's how they fell in love, when they were working on graphics for the groups first solo record before they were even out of high school.

he's def still a shy boy who went from being a nobody to being one of the hottest photographers in the biz, celebs constantly vying for his attention tho is first priority is always the band and if you can't fit into his schedule that sucks for you <3

he's def been caught off guard when fans catch sight of him at concerts and asks for an autograph, still doesn't quite grasp that even tho he's not on stage he's still famous.

obviously the party are their roadies! stuffing themselves into the back of the van with the equipment and always hyping them up. it really started because steve was the unofficial babysitter and ofc mike, will, and el are jonathan and nancy's siblings so they're there a lot of the time.

so the rest of the party just followed suit and when steve tried to tell them to buzz off eddie was like...wait wait, so you guys wanna help?? and he doesn't wanna lug equipment around so he def uses them to his advantage >:)

they don't mind because they get to hang backstage at all of the gigs and brag to their friends back home about touring with The Upside Downs over the summer and during breaks, tho they are bummed when they have to go back to school...

but the band makes sure to stop by and sometimes performs at the kids colleges or just hangs with them whenever they can!

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codywan #1, 3, 16

Okay I have very long answers for all of these

(Link to the original OTP Relationship Asks post)

1. Who most initiates PDA?

I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS. It’s Cody, particularly in the beginning of their relationship, and I will tell you why.

I generally don’t think the ranks difference between Codywan is an issue and it’s because Obi Wan would be very aware of it. He knows the Jedi are inexperienced and so these ranks are basically just a formality. The whole war is a bit unconventional and he doesn’t feel he has earned this title at all. He doesn’t use his power as a General any more than he has to however he still recognises that, regardless, there still is a difference. He knows he and Cody have feelings for each other and he also knows they have the ability to always put their duties first and maintain that balance, him as a Jedi and Cody as a Commander, so his main concern is actually just making sure things happen on Cody’s terms. Obi Wan will never ever go near him until he knows with complete certainty that it’s what Cody wants so he’ll wait for him to initiate things. He knows it’s Cody’s first time experiencing any sort of relationship like this and will let him decide what happens and when.

It’s a bit of a headcanon but I also believe that physical affection is very important to the clones. They don’t have much. They really only have each other, and we know how important their bond is, and they also grew up in very confined spaces so personal space isn’t really a thing for them so I think they would be very physically affectionate. It would just be super casual and normal for them. The cadets in particular probably really need that support because it has to be scary for them to be so small and to have so much responsibility forced on them. So I believe that this would transfer to any of the clones having romantic relationships. It just isn’t as big a deal for Cody, whereas Jedi are more closed off so I think it would be an adjustment for Obi Wan but he’s also definitely very touch starved. He’d sort of freeze up at first but only because he didn’t realise how much he needed this from Cody.

Cody is a hand holder and a forehead kisser. That’s his thing. I can see Obi Wan as the type to kiss Cody’s hand though and in a very dramatic way too. Oh and face holding as well. So Cody is more frequent and casual and lowkey and initiates more often, but Obi Wan is more about big gestures because it’s just in his nature to be a little over the top.

3. Hot and Steamy or Soft and Tender

They definitely have the potential to be both however I think there will always be a certain kind of softness about everything they do. These are two men who have been hardened by war, but by nature, they’re both actually very gentle. Yes, they rise to the task of being leaders because they have to, but given the freedom to be themselves without that pressure, they’re incredibly sweet people. It’s a trait they both share and is a huge part of their relationship.

The clones see everything they have in their lives as absolutely precious. Cody heard stories about Jedi being something close to demigods with how powerful they are, and then he meets his Jedi and he’s actually just a strange little guy. He’s sort of eccentric but he’s also overwhelmingly human. But it’s this that makes Cody take notice of him and it’s why he grows to like him and respect him so much. Obi Wan is just a person to him. A normal, vulnerable, breakable person who is still capable of incredible things. While he didn’t choose to have him as his General, Cody would follow Obi Wan anywhere, even long after the war. With the freedom to choose, he’d still choose Obi Wan.

And in regards to Obi Wan, we know how much he loves the people in his life. He’s also naturally a very soft person who doesn’t get a lot of opportunity for romance and along comes this wonderful person who actually feels the same about him AND they’ve actually managed to find balance with each other. Obi Wan is like softness and tenderness personified and he is just in awe of Cody, so it makes sense to me that he would want to treasure the moments he has with him and really take his time.

So I guess my answer is both, but the softness and tenderness seeps into every aspect of their relationship.

16. Who stays up way too late and who tries to drag them to bed?

I think they’re both pretty good at maintaining routines but there will definitely be a lot of times when they have to stay up late to deal with paperwork or something. They’re actually pretty similar in a lot of ways, but especially in their dedication to their roles in the war. There’s a good reason they both have such high ranks and were trusted with so much responsibility. It’s probably something they’ve talked about too and they recognise that overworking is a trait they both have, so I think it would be very mutual in the way that they would both try to convince the other person to leave it to tomorrow and try to get some sleep (although it would probably happen with Obi Wan being the one still awake more more frequently)

After the war, bc the Tatooine husbands arc is canon in my heart, they’re awake for very different reasons. I can’t emphasise enough what a perfect match Cody and Obi Wan are for each other. They’re forever bonded by the eradication of both of their peoples and must feel like some of the only survivors so they only really have each other. We saw Obi Wan having nightmares in the Kenobi series and the clones make multiple references to nightmares too, and now they have the actual events of Order 66 to add to that. Cody and Obi Wan are both tortured by the past and sleep most likely wouldn’t always come easily to them. They might even try to stay awake when things are particularly bad, and the other person would come to them and listen to them talk, talk to them or even just sit in silence in each other’s company until they calm down and get tired. I also think seeing the other person struggle with very similar feelings of grief would teach them both not to punish themselves so much and to accept that what happened wasn’t their fault.

So overall it’s very equal in terms of who is trying to get who to go to sleep. In fact, this idea of balance is such a huge factor in why Codywan’s dynamic works so well.

#obi wan kenobi #commander cody #codywan #star wars #clone wars #star wars prequels

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Prologue — Mourning A Wedding And Celebrating A Funeral

“First question: What is the soul? Easy enough to answer: a soul is the one thing every person has. Second question: What qualifies as a person? Even easier to answer: Anybody with a soul.”

-Father Y, The Empty-Room Sermons

Ariana Baltimore looked out over the Atlantic Ocean, although the morning fog was so thick she couldn't even see the horizon. It was, thankfully, not the tourist season, or else the Wildwood beach would be packed with sunbathers and beach volleyballers, and for an event like this, it's very difficult to maintain an appropriate level of austerity when children are throwing wads of sand at one another within earshot.

She and her wife, Marisol Spacebreather Beam, stood on a rocky section of the beach together. Being physically affectionate was second nature for them, and they found it difficult to be near one another and not be touching, but this day was always a bit somber for them, so the most that they felt was appropriate was having their arms linked, which was quite a sight to behold given that Baltimore was approximately a full foot taller than her wife. Their former army sergeant, and current boss at the event planning business they'd started together, Anika Flax, stood several feet away, as stoic as ever.

Soon, they would be joined by the others who had been there with them the first time around. Baltimore and Beam both had sisters coming. Alicia Baltimore was, as one might imagine, Ariana's biological sister. Pilar Spacebreather was, as one almost certainly would not imagine, Beam's sister through an obscure pirate practice of adopting new surnames based on outlandish feats, and they became sisters after they both survived brief exposure to the vacuum of space. However, as this was quite an unusual arrangement, they usually just left it at “sister” when talking with strangers and allowed their imaginations to fill in the blanks.

Alicia and Pilar would be joined by several other members of the pirate crew on which almost all of the attendees had, at one time, served together. Pilar's wife, Captain Ariadne, and her younger sister (in the traditional sense) Sasha Deathsbane had, of course, been present at the event they were here to commemorate.

Sasha had also brought along her girlfriend of several years, Sweettalk, and their closest friend, Ghostrunner, who had not been there in person, but who had come for moral support, and who had become quite close with several of the others in attendance.

These young women would arrive in minutes, greeting their loved ones with tearful hugs and very little smalltalk. Here to preside over the occasion was one of the Sovereigns of the Homeworld Republic, Peace Upendo, who arrived shortly afterwards. Upendo, a leader popular enough that her constituents had overwhelmingly elected her to a second term two years previously, had not been physically present at the original event, but she was deeply involved in it, and since this gathering was technically a state secret that only those involved were supposed to know about, it seemed only appropriate that she be in attendance.

The group of women gathered on the beach stood together in a tight cluster, and listened as Upendo began her speech.

“My dear friends,” she began, “it is the sixth time we've gathered in this place, to mark the anniversary of the death of Susan Weaver and the end of her plans to conquer the galaxy. The universe is in debt to you for the service you performed on that day. I only wish my father could be alive to see the paradise the Earth has become.”

They were gathered on this particular beach because it was the place where they had scattered Imperator Weaver's ashes six years previously, on the first anniversary of her death. This was, of course, unknown to the general public. The Sovereigns feared that, were it known, it would become a pilgrimage site for Weaver Loyalists. This is also why this commemoration was kept under wraps; Weaver's followers were only able to be enthralled by the light because they were already fanatical and violent, and if this was a public event, everyone involved in Weaver's downfall would be at risk of assassination.

“I'll try to keep my statements brief,” Upendo continued. “As much as the end of the Weaver Regime was a good thing, I know the memories surrounding it can be painful, and I'm sure no one here is eager to revisit them in depth. To that end, I'll simply voice how pleased I am, every year, to see all of you here again, thriving and growing, building your new careers and your new families.”

She looked at Ariadne and Spacebreather pointedly.

“Even though I don't officially know what some of you do for a living,” she continued, “it is my understanding that you have all been doing excellent work in our system, this past year more than ever. I look forward to not hearing about whatever adventure you find yourselves in next.”

She took out a handful of incense sticks and handed one to each of the women in the circle. Spacebreather took out a lighter and silently lit each of them.

“All I'll ask of you before we part ways is that we take a moment to pray for—” it was at this moment that she noticed Ariadne rolling her eyes, “—or perhaps just reflect on the monsters we've slain, the loved ones we've lost, and the beautiful future those sacrifices have bought us.”

The circle bowed their heads and, as instructed, considered this. They had all slain enough monsters and said goodbye to enough loved ones for a lifetime. Alicia sighed. Thinking about the future always humbled her, much more so than her younger sister or her friends on the crew.

At the end of the prayer— or, in Ariadne's case, the moment of reflection— Peace concluded the ceremonies and encouraged the circle to be clear of the beach before the first guests showed up.

“I wish you'd join us,” Beam said. “After all we've been through, you'd think we could break bread, or at least knock a few back.”

“She doesn't drink,” Baltimore pointed out.

“I didn't say 'a few' had to have alcohol, she could knock back a few ginger ales. Unless ginger ale is illegal and nobody told me,” Beam replied, then turned very seriously to Peace and asked, “wait, you would've told me if you made ginger ale illegal, right?”

“It's best if I don't,” Peace sighed, clearly wishing she could. “If I'm recognized, people will ask questions, and we can't have anyone knowing about this or you'll all be in danger.”

“Not to mention,” Ariadne added with a smirk, “she can't risk being seen with us pirates more than she needs to.”

Peace looked uneasy, but Ariadne wasn't wrong. She might have risked a small meal with the group soon after the fall of the Weaver Regime, but since Ariadne had revealed herself to the system, it had become too big a risk for someone of her stature to be publicly associated with a wanted criminal.

“Maybe next year, sugar,” Ariadne joked, knowing that Peace would never agree to join them.

“Indeed,” Peace said, and smiled. She said her goodbyes and called for a secure teleport back to the Sovereign's Mansion, and waved to them as she disappeared in a flash of light.

“So, those of us who are actually any fun,” Sweettalk said, “we going to a bar? Club? What's the plan?”

“What club do you think is open this early in the morning?” Sasha asked.

“We're going to a diner,” Baltimore said, “I'm too old to go to a club and if I'm too old then Alicia and Flax are definitely too old.”

Alicia and Flax exchanged a glance. Flax pressed a finger to her lips and her eyes said “don't say a word.” Alicia grinned. As far as they knew, nobody saw this exchange.

“There's a place on the boardwalk that has the most amazing Monte Cristo sandwich I've ever eaten, and that's saying something,” Beam said, “you guys will love it.” She started walking up the beach to the boardwalk and her companions followed suit.

“We're not gonna go out for drinks?” Sweettalk asked, “come on, this is the first shore leave we've had since Ghostrunner turned 18. She's finally allowed to come with us to the bar and you're not gonna take her? You don't want to see what this quiet girl is like when we put enough liquor in her to turn her into a loudmouth?”

“No, I am already very aware of what it's like to spend time with a loudmouth,” Baltimore made direct eye contact with Sweettalk.

“Some of us have two kids at home and if we don't get home early their grandmoms will spoil them rotten,” Beam said, “if you girls want to paint the town red after breakfast, be my guest, but I think my days of being drunk in New Jersey are over.”

“Ari? Spacebreather?” Sweettalk asked. “You gotta tell me you're coming out.”

“As much as we'd love to,” Spacebreather said, “my wife and I have so few opportunities to have a romantic evening out, so obviously once our date night begins, I will not be hearing word one from any of you until we arrive back at the Baltimores' for the night. Clear?”

Sweettalk sighed. “Guess it'll just be the three of us. That's fine, I did say 'everybody who's actually fun.'”

Ghostrunner grinned. If she had anything to say about it, it would definitely not just be the three of them.

***

The police presence on the block surrounding the largest, most ornate Catholic church in Lohnausfall had never been more concentrated or more heavily armed than they were on this particular day. They were prepared for war. Nobody would come within a half mile of the church. Not today.

Not on the day Big Top Rizzo's daughter was to be married.

Of course, in Lohnausfall, the police were little more than private security for Big Top's criminal operation, and today, for the first time in years, the whole extended family would be in one building. There had been some threats against the church, and Big Top had more than his share of enemies, but of course, a thorough search made it clear there these threats were less than credible. The wedding would proceed unimpeded.

On the steps outside the church, the cheering Rizzo family watched as the bride and groom got into the limousine at the front of a long procession of cars. They were all classic cars, rolling on actual tires instead of hovering, from Big Top's collection. He was old school, and the cars were very expensive, and he felt there was no better occasion to flaunt his wealth than his eldest daughter Amelia's wedding.

The rest of the extended Rizzo family came down the steps to get into Big Top's many chauffeured vehicles, but there was one slight hold-up. The maid of honor, Big Top's second-youngest daughter Nicoletta “Nicks” Rizzo, stumbled near the bottom of the steps and fell down two stairs to the pavement. She'd scraped her knee and the palm of her hand catching herself, and badly twisted her ankle.

“Nicky, baby,” Big Top asked, “What happened?”

Nicks rubbed her ankle, wincing in pain. “My heel broke, Pa.”

“Can you walk on it?” He asked.

She made a cursory effort to stand up, but yelped in pain. It was clear she wouldn't be walking anywhere without assistance.

“Just gimme a minute, I'll— ah!” She gasped in pain again as she tried to put weight on her twisted ankle. Her father sighed.

“Rico, get her to the Urgent Care,” Big Top told one of his enforcers, “I'll tell Amelia what happened when we get to the banquet hall.”

Rico propped her up on his shoulder and brought her into a car. Nicks looked heartbroken to miss her sister's wedding. They drove off in the opposite direction of the wedding motorcade.

“Thanks, Rico,” Nicks said, “I don't know what I'd have done without you.”

“Well I wasn't about to leave you on the pavement,” Rico said and laughed warmly.

“Oh, not for that,” Nicks smirked.

“What for, Ms. Nicky?” Rico asked, not thinking much of the question.

“For your last job,” Nicks said. “You worked for the Connellys, right?”

“What does that—” Rico was confused as to why having previously worked for a rival gang was cause for thanks.

Nicks pulled the concealed weapon, which she'd stolen from Rico's personal gun locker the previous night, from its holster under her skirt. “Stop the car now.”

Rico was taken off-guard and complied.

“Now be a dear,” Nicks said, “and honk the horn.”

Rico hesitated.

“Do it or I'll paint the windshield with your brains,” Nicks growled.

Rico honked the horn which, unbeknownst to him, Nicks had rigged to a detonator the night before, shortly after stealing the button.

A mile away, a long stretch of the city's street blew sky high and took Big Top Rizzo, his collection of vintage cars, and his entire extended family with it.

“Thank you, Rico,” Nicks said coldly, “and goodbye, Rico.”

Before he had a chance to react, Nicks pulled the trigger and put a round of plasma into the side of his head.

She took a deep breath and composed herself as she waited for the sound of sirens to creep up behind their car, at which point she broke into convincing sobs and started beating on the passenger-side window and loudly crying for help.

The officers forced the door and she spilled out onto the street, wailing as dramatically as she could manage.

“W—we got a f— a few blocks away from the ch— the church and he p— he pulled a gun on me,” she sobbed, “he honked the horn and pulled a gun and then the ground shook and he dropped it so I— so I— so I—”

The officers looked into the car and saw Rico's body and understood what she was trying to say she'd done.

“Is that—” One of the officers asked.

“Frederico Berton,” the other finished. “Jimmy Connely's old capo.”

“Looks like he was on better terms with his old boss than we thought,” he said, “looks like we got our bomber.”

Nicks convincingly looked surprised. “Bomber? Wh—”

The officer kneeled down. “Ms. Rizzo, I'm sorry, but your father… your family…”

Nicks managed to fake a moment of horrified realization and let out a pained wail that would stick with both officers, who had no reason to suspect it was anything but real, for the rest of their lives.

She appeared distraught, but in reality, it was the happiest she'd ever been. She'd just gotten away with mass-murder and pinned it on a dead man. Now, the law would have no reason to keep her full inheritance from her.

***

The first bar of the night was Ghostrunner's choice— her eighteenth birthday was three months ago, but this was the first time she'd been on a planet where eighteen-year-olds were legally allowed to drink since then— and she'd chosen a small, divey gay bar at the far end of the boardwalk.

Sasha and Sweettalk were very confused, as they'd had to walk past four trendy nightclubs in order to get to this one, but they'd have time to visit all of these as the night went on, and after all, it was Ghostrunner's big night, so they didn't question it.

They walked into the bar and immediately realized why Ghostrunner had chosen this bar in particular.

“Ahhhh, crap,” Alicia said from her corner booth where she sat next to Flax.

A lady at the bar wearing a hood and holding a drink perked up at Alicia's exclamation. Something about her seemed strange to Ghostrunner.

“How,” Flax asked, to the confusion of the beautiful woman draped around her shoulders, “did you find us?”

Chapter 1 — A Night On The Town

“Oh my god,” Sweettalk said, trying very hard not to laugh.

“I legit had no idea you guys would be here,” Sasha said, embarrassed, “we only came because Gh—”

“Who's the hottie?” Sweettalk asked, “Sorry to interrupt, babe, we just… we've got to have priorities in this situation.”

Flax sighed. “Loan, why don't you head on back to the room? I'll meet you there, I have some catching up to do with my…” She momentarily struggled for a term for them that would come as close to the truth as possible without generating any follow-up questions, as reasonable as they might be to ask. “…nieces.”

“Sure thing.” The almost comically beautiful woman that Sweettalk, Sasha, and Ghostrunner now understood to be called Loan planted a kiss on Flax's lips, waved her goodbye, and made her way out of the bar.

“No, really,” Flax said with significantly less humor in her voice, “how did you find us.”

“I saw you,” Ghostrunner explained, causing both Alicia and Flax to jump, having failed to notice Ghostrunner was present. “Baltimore said you guys were too old to go clubbing and I saw you shush Alicia. You two were going out drinking together in secret and I wanted to know why. I thought you were dating at first, but—”

Flax pressed her eyes closed and exhaled sharply. Alicia just laughed.

“Please,” Alicia said, “I should be so lucky. Did you see Loan? Flax is way better at this than I am.”

“What's 'this,' exactly?” Sweettalk asked.

“I haven't had enough to drink to explain that to teenagers right now,” Alicia laughed, visibly having had more drinks than she was letting on. “So are you guys sitting down, or what?”

Flax visibly winced, but then sighed and accepted the situation as an inevitability. “You three are all over eighteen, right?”

“Yeah,” Ghostrunner said, grinning.

“Good,” Flax said, “sit down, order a drink, and don't ask me about my love life.”

Alicia and Flax both threw back a shot and signaled for an attractive young waitress to come over to their corner table.

“I'll have another whiskey, neat. The lady will have another screwdriver. And get the girls whatever they like, on my tab,” Flax said confidently. This was a favorite move of Anika's, which she always hoped would convey that a person's presence was a privilege she only begrudgingly granted.

“Alright ladies,” the waitress said to them, “can I see some ID first?”

Sasha, Sweettalk, and Ghostrunner all produced identification. They were, perhaps surprisingly, given their chosen line of work, legal IDs bearing their real names. After all, unlike “Sweettalk” and “Deathsbane,” Mingxia Huang and Sasha Aguilar had no known criminal record.

Ghostrunner, however, wasn't even a wanted criminal under the name “Ghostrunner.” This wasn't because she'd never committed a crime, in fact she had committed a greater share of burglaries than almost anybody on the crew, but because she took her job as a covert operative very seriously, and her participation in the crew's many schemes was never discovered by law enforcement.

Regardless, she still handed the waitress her real ID. Something about the idea of buying her first legal drink with a fake ID just seemed wrong to her.

“Corantine… Phils… Amy… ” the waitress struggled through Ghostrunner's name. “is that French?”

“Fils-Aimé,” Ghostrunner corrected.

“Feesa-May…” the waitress repeated, almost getting it right. “Beautiful name. What can I get ya?”

“I just turned eighteen, I have no idea,” Ghostrunner said.

Alicia's jaw dropped. “Is this actually your first drink?”

“I live with you,” Ghostrunner said, “when would I have had a drink that you wouldn't know about?”

“I don't know,” Alicia said, sipping her water, “I didn't think this would be the one thing you didn't know how to sneak.”

“So what should I get?” Ghostrunner asked.

“Tequila sunrise for Corantine,” Flax said assertively to the waitress, “whiskey and coke for the other two.”

The waitress quickly jotted down the order as Flax pressed a neatly-folded $15 bill into her free hand, and then flitted away to fetch their drinks.

“Fifteen dollars?” Sasha asked.

“Less likely to put it in the register to make change,” Flax said, “I want her to keep that bill.”

“Tell me you didn't,” Alicia said.

“Well, you've been making eyes at her all night,” Flax said, “somebody had to.”

Alicia cracked up and found it difficult maintaining her composure.

“You wrote Alicia's phone number on the bill, didn't you?” Ghostrunner asked.

“Like I said,” Flax smirked, “she had to get it somehow.”

“Yeah, I, uh…” Ghostrunner began, “slipped it to her when I showed her my ID. I can tell that the famous Baltimore subtlety with women is genetic.”

Alicia laughed so hard that she found herself thankful they were in a booth, preventing her from falling out of her seat completely.

“Is this why you guys came out?” Sasha asked, “you guys are… picking up women together?”

“Not at all,” Flax said, “Alicia isn't quite as… discerning as I am. They don't need to be women.”

Alicia continued laughing.

“So you guys are, what, each other's wingmen?” Sweettalk asked.

“I'm her wingman,” Flax said, “and sometimes I even do a good job. She retired from that job a few months ago when I met Loan.”

“Oh my god,” Sasha said, “you guys have done this before.”

“Once a month for the past… uh… does it really matter how long?” Flax said.

Alicia, for a moment, thought she could regain her composure, but quickly burst out laughing again.

“And what's the matter with you?” Flax asked.

Alicia took a sip of water to calm down and, still resisting the impulse to laugh, said, “I gave her my number just before the girls walked in. She's gonna think I'm crazy.”

“Just wait until you tell her what you do for a living,” Flax said.

The waitress returned with their drinks, and only Ghostrunner noticed Alicia quickly pocketing the cocktail napkin that came with her drink, which Ghostrunner assumed had the waitress' phone number on it.

She took a sip of her beverage, which was incredibly sweet and lacked the harsh flavors she'd expected alcohol to have. She did, however, decide to sip it slowly, as she knew how powerful Tequila was.

“So why have you guys been sneaking around?” Sasha asked, “I mean, you have drinks with Ari and Pilar every week!”

Alicia's face turned a bit somber. The silence hung thick in the midst of the otherwise noisy bar, until finally, after several seconds, she broke it. “You know, I'm actually… a very lonely person.”

This surprised everyone but Flax.

“I love you girls and all, but…” Alicia said, “think about it. The only people on the ship who aren't teenagers, other than me, are Ariadne, Pilar, and Sasha. My only friends planetside? My sister, her gorgeous wife, and Flax here. Do you see the common denominator?”

Flax stepped in, as Alicia seemed a bit distressed. “All of her adult friends are happily married, except for me,” she explained. “I, on the other hand, am a lesbian divorcee in her 40s, and I had a similar problem. My closest friends are the happiest married couple I've ever met.”

“You were married?” Sasha asked.

Flax pointedly did not reply to this, and Sasha received the message: This was as much information as Flax would ever be willing to divulge on this subject.

“I just… needed someone to be lonely with sometimes, you know?” Alicia said, idly tapping on the table. “We knew we wouldn't work as a couple, but we could still lean on each other.”

“It's meant the world to me,” Flax smiled warmly, which was not something she was used to doing.

“But now you've found Loan,” Alicia said quietly, “and I'm so happy for you, but I'm worried that—”

“Don't be,” Flax said firmly, “I might not be a marine anymore but I'm still not about to leave one of my own behind. We went through it together and I don't care if it takes another seven years, I'm gonna make damn sure I do for you what you did for me, do you hear?”

Alicia let out the sort of bittersweet happy tear that can only come from a drunken cathartic moment, and then took another sip of her screwdriver.

“So,” she said to Ghostrunner directly and smiled as she wiped the tear away, “welcome to drinking.”

This got a laugh from the whole table.

They spent the next half hour swapping stories, half of which they'd all heard before, and generally letting their wits get away from them, before finally stumbling out of the bar.

“Come on!” Sasha said, “Just one picture! How often are we here?”

“Literally every year,” Sweettalk replied.

“Still! It's a special occasion,” Sasha said much too loudly, “plus, we're all dressed to the nines, we look hot, and all of us are drunk enough that we actually feel confident, and we're not drunk enough that we start hating ourselves.”

“Hard line to walk!” Sweettalk said. “A highwire act, even! Trapeze? Tightrope?”

“It's a…” Sasha considered it.

“It's a circus, is the point,” Sweettalk said. “Come on, let's just take the picture. She's just gonna keep asking until we do, and bonus, if we do it, she'll be really happy, and then I'll be really happy, and it'll just keep… going around and around, until the whole world is happy! And there's not a single hole in my logic. So let's do it. Let's. Go home and see if we can't rustle up some grilled cheese.”

Sweettalk was significantly more intoxicated than anyone else on the scene.

“You know I hate having my picture taken,” Ghostrunner said. “It's against my whole thing!”

“You don't get to have a whole thing tonight,” Sasha said, “we're not being pirates or doctors or anything like that. We're just gonna be regular girls for a few hours, and what do regular girls do?”

“Grilled cheese?” Sweettalk suggested hopefully.

Ghostrunner shrugged. How the hell would she know?

“They go to New Jersey and they take pictures of themselves, on the boardwalk, with their friends.” Sasha said. “Flax, Alicia, you want in on this?”

“I'm good,” Alicia said, “Flax?”

“Absolutely not,” Flax said, and took out her own phone to line up a shot for a photo, “and if I find out any of you breathed a word of tonight to anyone, this will be your last-known photo.”

Sasha and Sweettalk flanked Ghostrunner for the photo, and at the last second before Flax pressed the button, each picked her up and hoisted her into the air. Flax snapped the photo at the exact right moment to really capture the mood of the night– all three girls smiling and laughing, with a lit-up boardwalk ferris wheel on one side and the inky black atlantic ocean on the other.

The girls had underestimated how quickly, and how hard, the liquor would hit them— New Jersey's low drinking age of 18 had been controversial, when passed, and for good reason, as 18-year-olds are already foolhardy enough without alcohol— and had unanimously decided they were uninterested in hitting further clubs, due to a careless mention of a grilled cheese sandwich causing the whole group to become consumed with the singular objective of obtaining a grilled cheese sandwich at any cost.

Alicia called them a cab and piled in the back of it with her three young compatriots, Sweettalk on Sasha's lap, and Flax told them her hotel was only two blocks away.

“I'd better get there fast,” she said, “I've got a long night ahead of me.”

The cab drove away as its occupants cheered and whooped at this statement, and upon their arrival at Baltimore and Beam's house, Sweettalk made sure to give the driver a substantial tip.

“Shhhh, be quiet,” Alicia said as she fumbled to unlock the door, and then knowingly added, “the babies.”

Before she could manage to figure out the key, the door opened on its own, and Beam stood before them in her robe. “Get in fast,” she said, and then knowingly added, “the babies.”

“Hi Beam!” Alicia smiled, “we had the best time, you should come with us next time!” She was technically whispering, but this somehow managed to avoid making her voice any quieter.

“I will be sure to do that next time I don't have two kids,” Beam said, gesturing at the next room, where her two five-year-old daughters were currently attempting to get a good night's sleep.

“Do you have grilled cheese?” Alicia asked, “Or like, the ingredients to make grilled cheese? These three have been on my ass about grilled cheese since we crossed the bridge out of Jersey and honestly I kinda think they've got a point.”

“Kitchen,” Beam said, “and please, do it quietly? The babies.”

Alicia dramatically snuck into the kitchen as though she were a cartoon burglar, and as soon as she was out of sight, Beam could hear her very loudly fall over herself trying not to drop a skillet.

“Please,” Beam said, “Please tell me she got some numbers while you were out.”

“A waitress,” Ghostrunner said, “cute, kinda spacey, not really my type. Seemed into her, though.”

“Thank god,” Beam said. “You've got to be pretty thirsty to get that drunk.”

“She's a lot more…” Sasha hesitated as she worked through the delicate task of figuring out the most tactful way of putting this, “…complicated than I realized.”

“She's got layers, like… like…” Sweettalk considered every produce product she could think of. “…a banana? You gotta peel her to get to the center and understand, like, what she's all about, you know?”

“A banana has one layer,” Beam pointed out. “Tell me, was there any alcohol left in New Jersey when you got in the cab?”

“Fastwing's gonna get some, is the point,” Sweettalk said. “Don't worry, she's… Waitress got her number easily three or four times. It'll be fine.”

“She's a catch, wish she'd realize that,” Beam smiled. “What can I say, I've got a type!”

“Speaking of,” Sasha said, “is Baltimore around? I feel like I've hardly seen her.”

“In the game room with our sister,” Beam said, “Ari too, we were just wrapping up for the night.”

“If you want grilled cheese, the time is now!” Alicia yelled, at her maximum volume, from the kitchen.

“Make me one too,” Beam called back, “I paid for all of the ingredients.”

Alicia's hand shot out the kitchen door, giving a thumbs up.

Beam sat with the girls around a small table and listened as they recounted the night's exploits, and eventually Alicia brought in a stack of grilled cheese sandwiches so high that Sweettalk suspected she'd just gone ahead and used up the entire loaf of bread.

As they ate their sandwiches, a yawning Baltimore emerged from the game room, followed closely by Ariadne and Spacebreather, who seemed intent on remaining tangled in each other's arms even as they made their way upstairs.

“G'night girls,” Baltimore said, yawning again, “Beam, come up soon, you know I can't get to sleep unless you're there.”

“I'll be right up!” Beam smiled.

Spacebreather laughed. “You girls didn't overdo it tonight did you?”

“Nooo,” Sasha lied.

“Just a little,” Sweettalk said, and chuckled.

“Well, I look forward to you girls getting to see Ghostrunner through her first hangover,” Ariadne said, “Goodnight, girls.”

“Night Ari,” Sweettalk, Beam, and Sasha said.

Ghostrunner wished her goodnight as well, but got her name wrong, this was an honest mistake that anyone could've made after one too many Tequila Sunrises.

Ariadne froze for half a second, but then, at Pilar's guidance, continued up the stairs.

Ghostrunner realized her slip of the tongue immediately, and her friends were quick to tease her about her first lesson in the embarrassments of having had too much to drink, but they were all quick to move past it. After all, this happened to everyone sometimes! By morning, they wouldn't even remember it had happened.

Ariadne would, however. She was grateful they hadn't seen the color drain from her face when Ghostrunner said it, or the terror in her eyes. She was glad that Baltimore and Beam had a guest room made up for her and Pilar, so that she could conceal the panic attack she had as soon as they were behind closed doors, so that only Pilar would know how scared she was. She hoped they would never know that she spent hours replaying the two words Ghostrunner had said over and over and obsessing over whether it was a simple slip-up or whether there was a deeper meaning, that would indicate one of Ariadne's greatest fears had come to pass without her realizing it.

“Goodnight, mom.”

Ariadne did not get any sleep that night.

#core story #writers on tumblr #scifi #lgbt

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queen-ofsunflowers · 1 year

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Ringo Akiyama

Nicknames: GoGo

Age: 15 - 16

Birthday: April 28, 1983

Height: 5'8" (172cm)

Stand: Sergeant Pepper

Originally a weak Hamon User, Ringo Akiyama is a Cacciatore-Zeppeli descendant living in the small town of Morioh who awakens to a Stand after being shot with the Stand Arrow by Otoshi. Often outcasted amd bullied growing up, Ringo became very shy and timid as a teenager. He developed near-crippling social anxiety and was often seen alone during school or when not with family. It takes the extroverted Duwang Gang and his cousins to get him to finally take a risk and start to come out of his shell.

Because of his social anxiety, Ringo had become selectively mute. It became difficult for him to find the courage to muster up even a few syllables. Now, he only speaks in private or when he's certain no one else will hear to family and friends -- people that he is comfortable around. The only other way to get him to break his silence is by pushing him to extreme anger and getting him to lash out, which is extremely rare due to Ringo's pacifist nature. Either way, Ringo will often remain silent in public. To get around this, he will use JSL to communicate, or write down his words on a whiteboard that he carries around with him on occasion. It should be noted that when his friends ask to learn JSL from him, Ringo gets overwhelmingly happy.

When around strangers or people he is uncomfortable with in general, Ringo clams up and refuses to speak in front of them, relying on his alternative methods instead. Towards these people -- one example being Rohan Kishibe -- Ringo displays only his shyness and timidity. His anxiety gets the better of him in these situations, usually relying on others to help put him at ease if he can. Ringo will only speak if he absolutely has to or is pushed to the brink by an enemy. It is because of this projected personality that enemy Stand Users often underestimate him and his abilities.

Ringo becomes a near-completely different person around those he's comfortable with, such as his friends and family. He becomes warm and kind, doing his best to reassure others and keep their own anxieties from affecting them the way that his affect him. Ringo also had a habit of becoming attentive and affectionate towards those he cares about. Not only does this make him great support in battle and very observant of his surroundings, it also makes him a decent caretaker. Ringo is typically the one who looks after the younger members of his family during gatherings or in general when his parents are away. During the events of Diamond Is Unbreakable, he is noted to often be watching and caring for his younger brother Chihiro, as well as his younger cousins, Jolyne and Mickey Kujo.

Ringo eventually comes to be the User of the Stand "Sergeant Pepper", following an incident where he had been shot with the Stand Arrow by Akira Otoshi in an effort to protect Chihiro and Jolyne from being struck. For a while after developing his Stand, Ringo is terrified of Sergeant Pepper. And it's not because of the Stand's appearance, either. Alrhough the Stand can allow Ringo to hear heartbeats, this stems from Sergeant Pepper's primary ability is to control a person's blood flow.

Before learning to control him, Sergeant Pepper would stop the blood flow of those who were deemed a threat while Ringo was worked up or actively having a panic attack It's enough to freak him out significantly to the point where he believes that his power is a curse. Eventually, with a little help, he begins to see his power in a different light. His power doesn't have to be a curse that only kills. He learns to use it to passively take out enemies by reducing the blood flow to their brain until they lose consciousness. He's able to keep a person's heart beating when it can't on its own, long enough for help to arrive or for them to be healed by another Stand's ability. With the side effect of hearing heartbeats, he becomes able to tell when a person is lying. He learns that just because he has this power, it doesn't make him a killer. With the way he uses it, it makes him a savior.

Although the breathing technique originally became a way for Ringo to keep himself calm when anxious, his use of Hamon has become a defense mechanism for him. With Sergeant Pepper acting as Ringo's offense, Hamon comes into play as his defense -- reflecting outward to repel what damage it can and acting as a shield to protect Ringo and those he's in physical contact with from harm.

#sgt. pepper reminds me of an enemy from fusionfall and i love it #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jjba #jjba oc #jojo oc #diamond is unbreakable #jjba part 4 #ripple in a legacy au #queen's art #queen's ocs #oc: ringo akiyama #josuke higashikata #rohan kishibe #oc: chihiro akiyama #jolyne cujoh #next is theodora~

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webzworldwide · 2 years

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SCANNING…IDENTIFICATION COMPLETE. ENTER [KIERAN MOON], [CHILD] OF [CINDY MOON]. CODENAME: [WEBZ]. A [20] [FIRST] YEAR ENROLLED IN THE [ENGINEERING SUPPORT] TRACK. INTEL SHOWS THEY ARE [RELIABLE], BUT CAN ALSO BE [SCATTERED]. ABILITIES INCLUDE [SPIDEY SENSE]. FACIAL RECOGNITION MISTAKES THEM FOR [SEAN KAUFMANN].

Demographics

Name: Kieran Albert Moon

Preferred Name: Webz

Gender: Male

Course: Engineer Support

Year: First

Birthday: September 21

Age: twenty

Sexual Orientation: bisexual

Moral Alignment: neutral good

Hero Profile

Power/Talent: spider sense, expert hacker, Eidetic memory, expert engineer, basic hand to hand

Power/Talent Description: over all Kiernan is a genius due to his eidetic memory and keen intuition. Since he is only “half spider” the only power he manifested was his mother’s overwhelmingly strong spidey sense.

Weaknesses: human weaknesses as well as being prone to sensory overload

Hero/Villain Name: Webz

Costume Description: he doesn’t have much of one seeing that he doesn’t often do field work. However he does like wearing his mom and uncle miles’ merch.

Weapons: n/a

Gadgets/Tech: super computer, lab, as well as an AI spider robot he named “Spinz”

Bio

Kieran was a smart kid growing up, too smart honestly. By the time he was 13 he had already finished high school. By sixteen he was finished his first degree at MIT in Genetic Engineering. But it was more than smarts that caught the eyes of the admission board. It was also his creative mind. Being raised by a single mother, Webz was no stranger to his mother’s double life as a super hero. From the time he could work a keyboard, he was her guy in the chair. Constantly inventing and building things to help her. To keep her safe. His first invention found a way to help control their spider sense. It was extremely sensitive, constantly sending him into overload growing up. The device helped filter the noise so only actual danger came through. He still uses it to this day in order to remain focused.

His next one, and his favorite, was an AI spider affectionately named Spinz. Spinz stands at about 2 inches and can frequently be found on Kieran’s shoulder. It has a digital face that changes emotes based on what it’s “feeling.” While to everyone else the robot speaks in bops and beeps, Kieran understands him easily from the implant he inserted in his ear. With Spinz he’s able to translate languages, be fed intel, and more.

Unlike many students at LKU, who simply were given a spot due to their super human abilities, Kieran Webz had to audition for his spot. While he also had a semi-famous mother, his abilities weren’t all that flashy. He may not have been able to lift a car over his head, but he was he smartest kid in the eastern shoreline. Though if you asked him, he’d say the world. Kieran has quite an odd personality. Like his mother, while his brain was almost superhuman, his social skills are lacking. I beg you not to use a metaphor with him. He takes them at face value. He is very fond of those who are his close friends and protects with his life.

#LKUTASK #LKUINTRO #intro

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alphabetbill · 3 years

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Bill Skarsgard Alphabet- Your relationship with Bill

Here’s a list from A-Z about what your relationship with Bill would be like.

A list of headcannons of what Bill x reader’s relationship.

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Note- If one of the letters is flagged with an asterixis * it means it is slightly suggestive or NSFW.

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A- Affection

Bill is actually quite affectionate with you, always preferring to have one arm around you shoulders when sitting on the couch together, holding your hand, quick kisses on the head, cheek and shoulder. Warm hugs from behind, with Bill resting his chin on your head. He likes to reassure himself by being in the comfort of your company, and it always feels so strange when he’s away from you filming on set. He likes to cuddle a lot when he wants to relax and unwind, because Bill is a pretty busy dude so whenever he can get the chance to sit back and rest with you, it’s usually on the bed taking a quick power nap before it’s back to it again.

B- Buying gifts

Bill isn’t really big on receiving big fancy gifts, because really, what would he need them for? You are the same. He does make sure to stop at each place on his press tours and pick out a souvenir to bring home to you. He also likes bringing home little props or souvenirs from set. You still have the little Pennywise teddy he got you sitting over on your desk. The little red pom-pom nose and the orange yarn fluffy hair is so adorable.

C- Comfort

When you are feeling down or sad, Bill can nearly always pick up on it straight away. He has a way with reading people’s emotions and then employing the method of comfort that would best suit the situation. If you want to talk, he will listen, and if you want to be left alone, he will do that, but not for too long.

He’ll check up on you every so often through the day just to make sure you’re okay. Bill’s warm, gigantic hugs and reassuring kisses always manage to make you feel a bit better. When it’s Bill whose feeling off, you let him talk. Bill isn’t the kind of guy to be able to keep things bottled up for a long period of time because it tends to make him feel tired and weighed down, and that’s not a fun time for either of you. You always listen to him when he vents everything he’s feeling, usually with his head in your lap and you playing with his hair or his hands.

D- Date

Bill would be a chill, relaxing type of guy when it comes to dates. He knows that you don’t want to be doing something big and exciting every single time, that would be tiring. He loves taking you out for dinner, but he loves making dinner for you and setting up a romantic little dinner date out on the porch or terrace, and surprising you. Often, dates between you two will be completely out of the blue. ‘Hey, want to go somewhere?’ ‘Hey lets go for a picnic by the beach’.

On the days when you guys do feel like doing something more adventurous, the zoo tends to be the fan favourite, and you also like to go skiing, and hiking to see new places and things.

E- Encouragement/Excitement

You are both very supportive of each other and your professions, so much so that as soon as the other person catches a whiff of success, you are there to celebrate with each other by any means. You and Bill like to hype each other up and get all excited when the other person gets excited, almost as if your happiness is conjoined. You are always excited for Bill’s new projects, and support him through it all the way up until it’s completed and ready for the world to see.

F- Fighting

Bill likes to avoid conflict, especially if it involves any kind of yelling and screaming at you, someone he loves. He doesn’t believe that yelling helps at all, infact it only makes matters worse, and instead of actually getting the other person to listen to them, it only makes them more mad and they keep on yelling when no one is actually listening. He doesn’t like yelling at you because it feels almost violent, and he doesn’t want to scare you into listening to him. He’s aware of how intimidating he looks when he’s mad. He encourages the both of you to instead sit down and talk about things maturely, talking about how he feels and why he feels that way, and always attentively listening to what you have to say as well. It’s important in the relationship that you have a sense of equality, that both go heard and your opinions both valued. From then on, depending on the severity of the argument, you move on to figure out the best solution to moving past it or around it.

G- Gestures

Bill is big on friendly, helpful little gestures to remind you that he loves you. You both like to leave little notes in places for each other to find, with quotes or reassurances written on them like ‘You can do this!’ ‘I love you!’ ‘You look amazing today’. It gives you guys a little confidence boost, because sometimes you both need it. In terms of physical gestures, Bill likes to hold your hand a lot of the time when you walk, almost as if you might wander off and get lost if he lets go. He also likes to buy you flowers. If he sees a bunch of flowers in the shop window from the corner of his eye, and he instantly thinks of you, he will buy them for you. You aren’t really sure what use you would have for flowers, but you absolutely admire the sweet gesture.

H- How you sleep

It’s no secret that Bill is a very tall and lanky person. Because of this, sometimes its hard for him to find just the right position to sleep it, however he has learned to adjust and adapt to any position or place to make it feel comfortable. He lays on his back a lot of the time and pulls you close to him, either tucked up beside him with your arm across his torso, or with your head on his chest or heart while he plays with your hair.

You both talk for hours, and will stay up until you fall asleep mid conversation. It’s funny when Bill will be talking, and he goes to ask you a question, and he finds you fast asleep beside him. ‘Seriously? Did you just fall asleep on me? Were you listening to any of that?”

I- Impression

When Bill was first introduced to you, he thought you were so gorgeous and beautiful, with that amazing smile and beautiful eyes. He is a bit nervous at the best of times, but you made him particularly nervous. He always was conscious over the way he spoke to you and how he appealed to you. He’s had a giant crush on you since the day he met you, and knew instantly that if he didn’t do something to make you his, he would never be the same.

Your impression of him was similar. You could not believe such a handsome guy was standing right there talking to you! He made you feel a bit self-conscious, and you couldn’t form a single coherent sentence in your mind without feeling overwhelmingly flushed by him standing next to you, or ‘accidentally’ brushing up against you.

J- Jokes

Are you and Bill a playful or more serious couple?

You two are able to maintain a healthy balance of both playful and serious. You like to tease each other a lot, particularly about the height difference, and Bill’s unholy inhuman tallness. You always joke to him about how secretly Bill must have been born in a zoo to a giraffe and then dropped in Sweden by accident.

You both know when to be serious though, and understand that not everything can be all fun and games. If someone isn’t feeling great, you can learn to adjust and turn the jokes down to make sure they are okay.

K- Kids

Bill would absolutely love to have kids with you, ideally two, not anywhere near as many as how many his parents had. He wants to be able to spread his fatherly love between children and make time for them both equally, and adore them as much as he adores you.

L- Love

What does Bill love the most about you?

Physically, Bill is in love with two things- your smile and your hair. Both of these things are the two things that he thinks are flawlessly, effortlessly perfect every single time he sees you, even if you wake up in the morning with a serious case of bedhead. But Bill loves everything about you, most of all how supportive you are, and how you are always there for him even if you don’t have to be.

M- Memory/moment

Your favourite memory of you and Bill together is how it felt when he kissed you for the first time. You remember all the tingling feelings, and how excited and nervous you were, but happy that this was finally happening.

Bill’s favourite memory is when you said yes to going out with him for the first time. He felt so accomplished and happy with himself, like if he could get the girl, he could do anything. He remembers feeling surprised that you said yes, and how scared he was that you would turn him down and tell him you weren’t interested in him in that way.

*N- Nudes

Usually, if you do send them, it’s when Bill is away in Toronto filming a movie and he’s missing you. You both tend to flirt over text more than you do in real life.

O- Optimist level

You and Bill are both optimistic and realistic. You can see both the good side of things and the bad.

P- Period

When you are on your period, Bill knows instantly that it’s gonna be a pretty crappy time for you, so he tries to make it as least crappy as possible. He has a basket of chocolate reserved just for you on the days when it’s bad, and stays home with you all day cuddling and watching movies. If you are in a significant amount of pain, he will do most practical things for you like house work. He’s very sweet and caring for you, running to the store to get products and shamelessly carrying them. Anything for you, he’s not embarrassed, he knows that it’s a normal thing and it should be normalized for boyfriends to buy their girlfriends products.

Q- Quality Time- how do you spend it?

You and Bill spend all the time you can possibly get with each other. All the time is quality time with you guys, and Bill makes time to set aside his work or script reading to spend time with you. He’s away for long periods of time, so he wants to make sure that he can spend enough time with you to make up for that, and make sure that you know he loves you.

R- Romantic- how much of a romantic are they?

Oh. Bill is romantic. He especially likes to wine and dine with you, making the whole setting perfect just for you. He manages to make everything romantic, everything he does, and you aren’t sure if he’s doing it on purpose or whether that’s just him as a person.

*S- Sex

You and Bill do it often, but its not seen as something at the top of importance between you. You prefer to spend time talking together and just enjoying each other’s company, rather than getting all physical. That kind of intimacy is done in the bedroom every couple of days or so, or really whenever you feel the need to. It’s important to also note that Bill is very respectful about it, and always makes sure that whatever he does you are comfortable with.

Anywhere outside the privacy of the bedroom for him always feels so awkward, and he likes both of you to be comfortable.

T- Trust

You trust Bill with your life, and he trusts you too. You feel safe opening up to him and telling him things that you normally wouldn’t tell people. You know that he would never cheat on you, and don’t get easily jealous by girls that he kisses or fake hooks up with in movies. You know that this is all staged and it is a part of acting, and always makes sure that Bill knows that it’s okay.

U- Understand

You and Bill understand each other very well. There are of course some things that you don’t get about each other, like why you like certain foods that do not go together, why you believe something, things like that. You think alike in terms of the way you look at life, and how you see the world. You feel like you guys just get each other, y’know?

V- Vulnerability

Bill is very open with you about how he feels, and you are to him as well. If he’s sad or upset he will tell you and talk about it. He isn’t afraid that crying will make him seem less of a man, and also doesn’t judge you when you cry around him. Bill is a sap and definitely cries in sad scenes of movies.

W- Wedding- What would your ideal wedding be?

Bill would want it to be fantastic and memorable, as I’m sure everyone would. His family and friends would be there and so would yours. It would be an outdoors wedding beneath the sunshine- provided it doesn’t rain. You would most likely go on a honeymoon to somewhere you have both always wanted to go, and it would be an amazing, relaxing get away.

*X- X-rated

Does Bill have any kinks?

Most likely no, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t down to try new things with you.

Y- Young and beautiful- how long will you guys last?

As far as Bill is concerned, you will have children, grandchildren, and get old together. You are gorgeous now, and you will always be gorgeous to him. He is big on committing to you, and you are to him.

Z- Zing!

How much excitement is there in your relationship?

You guys are always adapting and adjusting to Bill being away and all kinds of things that life might throw at you. It’s pretty exciting dating an actor, isn’t it?

The thrill of secrecy and not getting caught. You often like to make bets on who will be noticed in a crowd first, you or him?

Life is just full of wonders and mystery, and you can’t wait to explore more of those together!

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astralselfships · 3 years

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Hiya ! I’ve seen your work a lot in tags over the last few months and I have always been so, so impressed by your kindness and wonderful work. You seem like such a lovely person!!

If you aren’t swamped with requests, I hope you could make just a small Headcanon list with a more emotionally-distant (but protective) F/O comforting a S/I who has issues waking up in the middle of the night/ falling asleep due to bouts of anxiety. Personally, I’ve been experiencing it a lot worse than usual recently but I figured some F/O stuff may aid in me getting back to rest.

Again, I love your work. Keep being you, and remember that you are loved and appreciated <33

'Elloo 🌸

Let me start this by saying how overwhelmingly warm and nice your words are, anon. Thank you so much for the relentless support and for being here!

I'm really sorry you have to deal with this, but just so you know, I can only relate!! And I'm here for you and anyone else who needs to vent or share their thoughts. Until then, here are some headcanons that I hope can bring you a little bit of comfort when you have difficulty trying to sleep or calm down <3

🌸 As distant or reluctant as your F/o might seem, expect them to become extra soft around you and at the same time, very worried about your anxiety and lack of sleep.

🌸 As soon as you enter your bedroom, before you even make another step, your eyes meet a mug on the counter and a pleasant aroma in the air. Bringing you your favorite tea every night before going to bed has become mandatory in your F/O's mental "to-do list", and they won't have it any other way.

🌸 Gentle to the core when night falls, knowing it's a difficult time for you to get a restful sleep. They silently cover your body with a blanket, not before taking one good look at your tired eyes and giving you q reassuring smile that said more than real words: they're gonna be here all night long, whether you fall asleep or not. They've got you.

🌸Bonus if your F/O wears capes and coats or hoods and even ponchos, imagine them draping that said piece of clothing on you when they cuddle you to sleep.

🌸 They think of ways to relax you, maybe you will fall into a peaceful sleep, right?

As they stress over it, imagine how your F/O just naturally starts ruffling your hair and massaging your scalp in an attempt to calm you down. Maybe you bring their attention to what they're actually doing, poor them, they're too lost in thought!

Expect them giving you a small smile while tickling your chin a bit in an affectionate and playful way.

🌸 If you do fall asleep though, they'll secretly stay up late just to watch over you. Includes adjusting your blanket during the night and silently obsessing over it perhaps not being soft enough for you.

🌸 Imagine your F/O quickly engulfing you in their arms after you had a nightmare or if you suddenly woke up from your sleep during the night. You could feel their muscles tense and hard solely with the pure intention to protect you from anything in this entire universe. You'll hear soft and hushed whispers in an attempt to calm you down. Your whimpers and gentle sobs make their heart ache. Your F/O hates seeing you suffer more than anything in this world.

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glowingbadger · 3 years

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SFW and nsfw request for Hilda, Marianne, and Dorothea pls!

Three lovely ladies coming right up ~ (I'm keeping things a tiny bit more brief than some other posts for each character since we have three this time around so this doesn't get too crazy long lol- I'm trying to pace myself a little better these days)

SFW (nsfw below the cut)

Hilda:

- Hilda is so fun as a partner, since she always knows how to have a good time without stressing the little things (or the medium things... or the big things...). She fully encourages you to join her in her lifelong effort to live as easily and comfortably as possible, and she hates to see you anxious or stressed. When you're in a bad mood, few people are as relaxing to be around, as she probably has a cute little craft she could use your help on while reminding you that "we're together, right? So between the two of us, we can get as much done with half the effort- so don't worry about the boring stuff!"

- She's the type to have really cute, thoughtful ideas for dates and gifts, but then to play it off completely when you thank or compliment her. She'll downplay gifts with a glib, "Oh, well, I was just in the mood to throw something together- it is nice though, isn't it?" doing her best to hide the please flush across her cheeks. She's confident, of course, but she doesn't immediately want to let on how much effort actually goes into her shows of affection. Overall, she's a little concerned by how her feelings for you make her want to put in effort, so if anyone comments on it, she'll do her best to disregard the conversation and act like her 'normal' self.

Marianne:

- As you might imagine, she needs a lot of assurance that you're sure you want to be with her- it simply seems too good to be true, when she harbors so many deeply seeded doubts about herself. With a good amount of encouragement though, she's a very loyal and affectionate partner. She's great at remembering birthdays, anniversaries and the like, always putting her whole heart into finding just the right token to show you the strength of her feelings. She'll also do her best to say it aloud, but she tends to murmur and stutter her way through her attempts- at least until a good while into the relationship.

- in a sort of cat-like way, her main way of showing her affection is to simply be near you (though of course, she asks over and over whether it bothers you to have her around). She loves to spend time quietly together, resting her head on your shoulder or your lap. The cutest thing is that, when you're relaxing together like this, if you brush her bangs aside and kiss her forehead, or simply smile warmly at her and tell her something simple and sweet, like how lovely her eyes are- and she just melts. Her face burns bright crimson, and she'll try to hide behind her hands, but it's obvious she's just overwhelmingly flattered.

Dorothea:

- Being with Dorothea is sometimes like dating a celebrity- you're asked for details about her and your relationship with her all the time, and you're considered more of a catch simply for being with her. She is, of course, aware of all of this, and simply rolls her eyes at the attention. For as glamorous as she seems, and as 'wild' as others assume your relationship must be, Dorothea actually has a rather classic idea of how relationships go. She enjoys all of the sweet little gestures and day-to-day expressions of affection- even just casually holding hands as you walk through town, or taking a bite of a pastry you hold out for her over tea.

- It's going to take a lot to make Dorothea feel secure enough to truly settle down with one person. It's always been her ultimate goal, of course, and her feelings for you are true and strong- but she's so accustomed to being self sufficient and independent. Best practice is to assure her that she's still more than welcome to exercise that independence as much as it suits her, and that you'll always be there when she does need your support. That level of understanding is a huge comfort to her. Perhaps paradoxically, knowing that she's free to do as she likes actually makes her far more willing to compromise here and there, and be giving and generous to her partner.

NSFW 18+ v

Mostly Gender Neutral, some AMAB

Hilda:

- It might not be a surprise that Hilda loves being coddled and spoiled in bed- but her absolute favorite is receiving oral. Her clit is very sensitive, and going down on her will have her moaning blissfully and arching up from the bed. If you're really devoted, it won't take long to learn how to get her to squirt like this. Pressing the flat of your tongue firmly to her clit and pulsing against her, moaning as you hold onto her thighs make her cum hard, her vision going white as she whimpers out your name.

- In general, Hilda likes to be with a soft dom. She likes a lover who takes the lead and directs her, but isn't too demanding or harsh, instead cooing to her about what a good girl she is for you, how wonderful her body feels, how cute she is when she moans your name. Her favorite position is to have you fucking her from behind with her lower body propped up on a pillow- and with time, she even discovers that she loves having you grab a hand full of her hair and tug on it while you thrust into her. It's a gorgeous view as well, since she has a nicely defined but plump ass that bounces beautifully against you as you buck into her.

- Hilda is quite fond of cockwarming and similar kinks, and the occasional slow, lazy love-making session with you spooning her in bed as your hips sway against her. She likes this relaxing, low-pressure way of feeling intimate with you, and given her clit is so sensitive, it's not like she requires a huge amount of stimulation to cum. She'll gladly spend a night in bed casually chatting as you slide into her and just savor the warmth of her wet cunt swallowing you.

Marianne:

- You're likely to be her first sexual partner, and it's going to take a long while for her to even feel comfortable exposing herself to you. With enough reassurance and a lot of pre-sex fooling around (one night you may just touch each other a bit while making out, then she may be comfortable with your fingers the next time, and so on), she eventually gains the confidence to realize that you do truly want her, and she wants you dearly as well. Eventually, the trust itself becomes oddly arousing to her, and while it will take a long time to discover this, she actually adores being blindfolded while you take your time touching and savoring her body. Being forced to focus so intently on physical sensation clears her mind of her anxieties.

- Marianne is surprisingly vocal in bed, though she doesn't want to be. It's honestly adorable, the way her hands cling to the sheets or to your body, her face a bright pink as she bites on her lip to stifle an adoring moan. Even light touches down the small of her back or up the curve of her inner thigh cause her to catch her breath, looking up at you adoringly with those big, shining eyes. Trying to hold back her moans is something she's not likely to 'grow out of' with experience, but she's so precious when her eyes roll back and she's whining and whimpering just to keep from crying out your name, it's hard to be upset about it.

Dorothea:

- Dorothea knows what she's doing, and she knows it- and she knows that she's tempting. While not an outright Dom by default (though she can definitely be encouraged into that role and she takes to it marvelously), she is confident and direct in bed. She'll smirk as she straddles your hips and runs her hands down your body, commenting on how she just can't wait to see you completely cut loose. In particular, she loves when you try to play cool and act as though she's not driving you mad with desire, only to fall apart as she pleasures you, gasping her name and leaning into her touch, or even breaking your sense of restraint and pinning her to the mattress to ravage her.

- She's not terribly loud in bed, much more likely to whisper sweet, sultry flattery into your ear. When she does let out an earnest moan, it's luxurious and lustful, almost song-like in its own right. Dorothea is also not shy about telling you what she likes or about trading notes on different positions or kinks you may want to try. She knows that everyone has unique desires, and she sees sex as both a bonding experience for the two of you, and as something that should be fun and easily enjoyed by you both.

- Dorothea loves giving tit-jobs and she is incredible at them. Even if you're just using a strap, she loves showing off her body to you, watching the expression of awe, admiration and a touch of disbelief as she puts on a lewd show of bouncing her breasts around your length. Her technique is impressive, and she's good enough at reading people that she'll easily figure out what you like best. Do you want to see the tip of your length pushing up from her cleavage, or would you prefer the warmth of her lips around your tip? How tight do you like her to squeeze her tits around you, and what pace gets you panting and bucking against her? She'll have you figured out in no time.

#hilda valentine goneril #marianne von edmund #dorothea arnault #hilda x reader #marianne x reader #dorothea x reader #fire emblem #fire emblem headcanons #spicy headcanons #fire emblem smut #fire emblem imagines #fe3h #feh #fire emblem three houses #x reader #fire emblem x reader

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oinkawa-bb · 4 years

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first time dads!haikyuu pt.3

request: Hiii I just read everything you’ve posted and I. Am. In. Love with your writingggg! I was hope to request a part 3 for your first-time dad series for Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Kenma, and Akaashi :) -@lollypop-lam

note: ahhhh!!!! helloo bb~~ thank you so much for your luv<3333 i was rly not expecting so many ppl to read this series!! but i enjoy writing it so here’s a part 3 for you (i tried to add more variety of scenarios for y/n so it’s not all the same!) hehe i hope you like it! thank you for ur request!<3 here is dad!tsukki, akaashi, yams, and kenma

mentions: pregnancy, domesticity, fluff, slight angst, timeskip, fem!reader

part one (daichi, kuroo, oikawa)

part two (iwaizumi, suna, atsumu, osamu)

☀︎—kei tsukishima

he already knew something was different since the day you took the test

kei could sense that you were tenser than usual

Exhibit A was when you slightly jumped as he placed one hand gently on the small of your back,

it was really nothing out of the ordinary...

so he raises an eyebrow at you, not saying anything, but just questioning with his curious expression

you bite your lip,,,,

this was unplanned and even though you’ve recently discussed having kids, you’re worried about how kei might feel because honestly you’re pretty anxious,

but when you break the news to him,

the corners of his mouth are upturned into a soft grin

and he quietly pulls you into a hug

you also could’ve sworn that there were tear stains that he left on your shirt after

but when ur in his arms while he’s whispering about how excited he is, you know that you’re ready to have a family with him<33

tsukki likes to express his care for you and his child through subtle affectionate gestures,,

like his favorite thing to do when he comes home from work is envelop you in a back hug,

and he likes to run his large hands gently over your bump, waiting for a kick

when he feels one, you bet your ass that this man is grinning bc he just can’t hide his excitement !!!

i feel like he’d be a super cautious dad-to-be,

like if you’re given prenatal vitamins or told not to eat certain foods,

he has scrutinized the labels and the internet to make sure everything in the house is safe for you and his bb<33

during your whole pregnancy, he’s more logical and clear-minded, but there’s a stark contrast on the day you actually go into labor owo

like i’m talking sweat beads running down the side of his forehead

and his hand clutching yours for dear life as he guides you to the hospital room

during the entire labor, tsukishima can’t be separated from you...

like when you get up to go to the bathroom and make him stand outside, he’s leaned against the door with his arms crossed

he’s acting like a bodyguard?? but like for what idk

he’s quite tense until his baby makes their appearance,

but when he does get to hold the baby, his body is wracked with silent sobs and he’s overcome with a wave of emotion

he’s silent on the outside,

but his mind can’t even begin to process the monumental amount of love he feels for u and this little bb <333 🥺🥺🥺

dad tsukki has fallen in love all over again.

☀︎—keiji akaashi

akaashi slips into the bedroom when he hears ur sniffling,,

your back faces him, but he can tell that ur hunched over something in your hands...

when he approaches you and sees that your eyes are puffy n swollen,

his voice is filled with concern,

“what’s wrong?”

it takes a moment for you to choke out your words but you manage,

“keiji, i-i’m scared,”

then he catches sight of the white stick in your hands,

and he sees two faint lines sitting on its little screen

he takes a seat next to you, pulling your body against his and pressing a kiss to the temple of your forehead,,,

“what are you scared of when you have me?”

the two of you have a long conversation that night,,

mostly with akaashi reassuring you that he’s prepared for whatever decision you make and that he’ll always be there to support you🥺

the next morning,

you’ve calmed down and thought clearly about this, realizing that many of your anxieties stemmed from how keiji would react,

but after realizing his willingness to support you,

you can’t help but smile and press a hand to your belly as you look in the mirror in the bathroom

and when akaashi sees this, his heart is so full and excited!!!🥺

throughout your pregnancy, akaashi is overwhelmingly supportive and emotionally reliable,,

he listens to your concerns both physically and mentally, helping you talk through your worries and find solutions,,

he’s also suuuper intimate with you,

bathing and pampering you,

staying up late to talk with you,

waking you up with kisses nd breakfast in bed,,

he’s just the most perfect partner to you.

and every day you spend beside him reaffirms your excitement to have his child

when the day arrives, you’re beyond anxious,

he can just tell from little gestures you make that you’re more nervous than ever before,

so akaashi has one hand on you at all times during labor, so you can physically feel his support

the process couldn’t have gone more smoothly than it did, and akaashi’s so grateful

and when he gets to hold the baby against his own chest,

he’s smiling through the tears that are welling up bc

his eyes now lay upon the most beautiful replica of you.

fugg i luv keiji🥰🥰🥰

☀︎—tadashi yamaguchi

the day you tell yamaguchi you’re pregnant?

he’s probably crying.

no, he’s definitely crying.

he’s also definitely overexcited

so when he went in for a hug, he immediately lets go bc he’s worried that he hugged you too tightly🥺

he’s just a ball of emotions and kind of all over the place!!

but he gets it together asap and is already on dad duty the very next day

making doctor’s appointments, listing purchases to be made, planning for your baby shower, n anything he can do to be prepared

he makes many a few unnecessary purchases

something like a bougie hundred dollar memory foam pregnancy pillow for u

and a temperature controlled collapsible baby stroller for his bb

his heart was in the right place but his money was not asdgfd

but he wants to treat you like the queen that you are,

so he’s always excited to come home to see you after work

and he likes to bring home things that will make you happy

food and baby clothes and flowers uwuwu

i also think tadashi came up with the idea to start scrapbooking the memories of your soon to be little family of three <33

so he takes cute little polaroids to keep them in a scrapbook

and he also definitely keeps a lil photo of the baby’s ultrasound in his wallet that he often takes peeks at while at work

and he can’t help but smile and tear up at the thought of starting a family w u 🥰

every morning, he just feels so blessed to wake up to the sight of you n your lil bump aka his future child ?!?!!?

and when that realization registers in his brain,

he just has to pull you close to him, plant a kiss to ur belly, and cuddle you for as long as he wants <333

the day you go into labor, yamaguchi lugs like 3 hospital bags frantically out of the house (he definitely stuffed them fully to the brim)

he’s overall pretty anxious but he’s mostly anxious about the pain you’re going thru🥺

with each hour that passes at the hospital, he’s pacing the room back and forth, always coming back to ur bedside to hold ur hand and kiss it many times

when the time finally comes, yamaguchi can’t believe that he’s actually seeing his child irl

like.... he’s in awe of the beauty of his child, just utterly speechless...

it registers a little bit later and he’s crying again

but back home, yamaguchi is always so eager to take care of his baby and he’ll do anything n everything to take care of his child and help u rest and recover

dad yamaguchi melts my heart

☀︎—kozume kenma

so u decide to plan a little surprise for kenma one morning

and he’s all groggy from just waking up,

but he peeks his eyes open when he hears you shuffling back and forth right at his bedside,,

he sees that you’re only wearing a white oversized tee and he’s about to pull u back in bed for more sleep,

but then kenma’s eyes focus on the text that’s handwritten in sharpie in the center of the shirt over your stomach

“kenma jr.”

he’s never seen this shirt before, and then he’s realizing what it means and his eyes widen in anticipation !!!

so u crawl on top of him and lay your head on his chest while he’s processing,,

“you’re—?”

“yes, kozume. i am.”

he’s smiling with his eyes closed,

and he lifts his head to kiss your hair before wrapping his arms around you and whispering in your ear that “he doesn’t know a kenma jr. but he can’t wait to meet them”

you swat at his chest jokingly, and he smiles even wider,

but you don’t see the love that resonates deeply in his eyes when he looks down at you🥺

bc you end up falling asleep on him lmaooo

but ever since that day, kenma is on high alert whether it looks like it or not...

he’s especially protective of u in public,

observing those closest to you and gently shifting you out of the way when someone gets too close...

kenma is most affectionate though when he thinks you’re not aware,,

meaning he likes to run his hand over your stomach, admire your sleeping expression, nd gently kiss your hair

all while he thinks you’re asleep but you’re not tho and it makes ur heart explode

kenma also doesn’t struggle to sleep at night, but he ends up choosing to stay awake for as long as u are

and he stays awake even after u fall asleep bc he likes to whisper some of the sweetest words to just kenma jr uwuwuwu

on the day when kenma accompanies you to the hospital, he’s listening intently to the patterns of your breathing,

so he knows when the pain is worst and he holds onto you tighter during those times,,

after hours of labor, kenma ends up super teary eyed at the sight of his baby,

he’s silently swaying the baby in his arms nd just thinking about how much his heart is overfilling with luv...

he knows kenma jr now... and he loves kenma jr with his whole heart<333

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