#AU: foster this love make me whole again

[tangerinesperfume]

Safe in the silence, we don’t have to leave (just hold on to me, I’ll hold on to you)

Sam does not know what to do. She has no idea how to fix this.

She’s starting to think that maybe she’s not qualified for this. She knew how to deal with hungry Tara, upset Tara, out-of-breath Tara, shy Tara, chatty Tara, almost every version of Tara

But right now, she’s experiencing a Tara that’s panicking and sobbing so hard that she’s probably unaware of her surroundings. Pretty much inconsolable.

Sam’s best guess is that a nightmare occurred since she’s 100% sure that Tara went to bed.

So, here she is, trying her best to fix this.

“Tara sweetie,” Sam quietly says, “do you wanna tell me what’s wrong?”

Tara is underneath the dining table, huddled in a fetal position, unresponsive to Sam’s words. Just crying very loudly, only slightly muffled by the way her face is hidden in her knees.

She’s been there for the last 20 minutes and Sam is getting a little bit scared.

She considers reaching out for Tara and just pulling her into her embrace to hide and protect her from the world, keep her cocooned in the empty curves of her heart that only fit her little Tara.

But she knows better, Tara just started getting used to holding onto Sam’s arms whenever they’re out and about and she gave Sam a total of 3 hugs. She’s doesn’t want to push it when Tara is this vulnerable.

She’s not used to being patient but she sits there, a few feet away, waiting for Tara to give any sort of sign.

Sam starts humming a sweet tune, praying that it might have some effect on Tara; she knows Tara likes it when she sings. She’s known for a while now that Tara hides herself close by her whenever she’s singing, she’s been singing to herself a little more loudly for her one special, hidden audience member.

Time passes by, either Tara feels better or she’s just worn out. The loud sobbing is reduced to hiccups and tears, while Sam’s soft humming is the loudest sound in the house accompanied by Tara’s shaky breathing.

When Tara turns her head to face Sam. She’s met with her big sister’s sweet smile, her big sister’s face that she knows will never hurt her, her big sister’s voice that can bring her back to earth.

Swollen, dry eyes could not deny her from seeing the possibility of hope that exists in the shape of her Sammy.

She decided right then and there to be brave. She gathers all her courage and crawls out from under the table right into Sam’s arms.

Sam’s arms that welcomed her so warmly, so safely.

She puts her head in the crook of Sam neck where she knows the world won’t find her. Sam’s hand reach out to Tara’s head, patting her and the other arm secures her into position as she stands on her feet to rock them both side to side.

“Hey, hey, sweet girl,” Sam softly coos, “are you okay? Do you need an inhaler?”

Tara shakes her head, she just wants to be where she is right now.

Sam realizes that this is a huge moment. For both of them.

They have never ever been this close and Sam recognizes for the first time that she might’ve needed this as well.

Maybe they missed this their whole lives. Anyone could tell you that they did, seeing how tightly they’re both holding onto each other.

Sam sways them for a few minutes, continues humming and waits for Tara, this time less nervous.

A few minutes go by and Tara finally speaks,

“Mommy came back again,” there’s a tremor in her voice, “she had a knife to hurt us, even sam.”

Sam’s movements stop for a second, she wants to say something quickly to reassure Tara but she beats her to it,

“It was so scary. I couldn’t protect us.” Tara whimpers, Sam can feel the tears coming back.

“Shhh, baby, no,” Sam retorts, “I won’t let anything bad ever happen to you, okay?”

Tara hesitates but nods weakly into Sam’s shoulder.

Not enough, Sam thinks.

“Do you even know how strong I am?” Sam tries to brighten the mood, “everyone’s scared to fight me and even, little sam is a tough cat.”

That gets a little laugh from Tara and Sam kisses her on the head.

“And you, my sweet girl, are strongest and smartest and bravest girl I’ve ever seen, but you don’t even have to be strong because you’re so safe here with me, okay?”

“Okay.” Tara says as she’s playing with the string of Sam’s hoodie.

“Can I please see your face?” Sam asks.

Tara moved her head to meet Sam’s eyes. They’re red and swollen and her cheeks are blotchy from all the crying but there’s new look of determination in her face. A look inherited from Sam.

“As long as the three of us are together, no one will ever hurt us or even think about it, okay?” Sam reassures, “not in here or in your dreams.”

“I’ll just tell them that my big sister will come and get them.”

“Yeah, that’s my girl.” Sam laughs and kisses Tara’s cheeks (she seems to welcome them.) and brings her back into the hug.

If only the Carpenter sisters, at that moment, realized this gravity of this exchange.

If only the Carpenter sisters understood that this moment would define their lives forever.

Did they accidentally seal their fates? Or were they always walking towards this path?

#sam carpenter #tara carpenter #au: foster this love make me whole again #sam is a fixer and has a hard time letting things be #Tara takes her time with things but needs the support of Sam #sam needs to learn how to trust Tara #title: hold on - lizzy mcalpine

[krikeymate]

heyyyy, how are you?

so, for the mother's day (and the foster this love au), what about sam and tara having the greatest day, doing all the things together and at night, when tara is going to sleep, she calls sam "mom" without noticing? and sam is like 😭😭

The first time Sam hears Tara call her mom, she's bleeding out on the kitchen floor. She thinks she must have been imagining it, blood loss will probably make you hear all kinds of things. Stuff got pretty hectic after that, and Sam forgets about it. She doesn't hear Tara say it again.

After 7 months of being too nervous to leave the house, Tara wakes her up one Sunday morning, earlier than she'd like on her day off, and asks to go to the zoo. Sam would have said yes anyway, overjoyed that Tara is ready to take that step and move forward with everything that happened, but the fact she brought Sam breakfast in bed makes sure she agrees without pretending to complain about it first. Tara looks so nervous, constantly fidgeting with her hands. Sam doesn't want to scare her off the idea.

So they go to the zoo. Sam's a little concerned that Tara's pushing herself too far, and wonders why now, as she sticks to Sam's side, hand squeezing hers tightly. She's shaking slightly as she eyes all the people around them.

"Hey, so what d'ya wanna see first, the wolves?" She asks, nudging Tara, hoping to distract her. Tara loves wolves, Sam knows she'd never pass up an oppor- Tara shakes her head. "Hyenas," she declares, scanning the park map for a moment before pulling Sam off in the direction of the hyena enclosure. "Huh," Sam mumbles to herself, a little confused as she lets her lead her away by the hand.

"Y'know, hyenas are my favourite animal," Sam says in a faux-whisper, like she's revealing some grand secret. "I know," Tara responds simply, like it was obvious knowledge. It leaves Sam speechless as she tries to figure out how Tara could know that. She's never talked about her favourite animal before... has she? No, no, she's certain.

"And do you know why they're my favourite?" Sam questions, a laugh in her voice as they watch a mother play with her cubs. She's always impressed by Tara's observation skills. "They're pack animals, like wolves," Tara answers, "but the females are in charge. They're fast, and clever, and often misunderstood and misrepresented. Like you."

Sam's a little stunned by Tara's response, and more than a little touched. She blinks back tears. "You forgot one thing," Sam declares. Tara frowns up at her, doubt in her expression, "what?" "I like their spots," Sam says, tapping Tara on the nose in a way that never fails to make her giggle. "They're just like your freckles, adorable."

It's a long day, Tara taking Sam to see every animal she thinks Sam must like (and she's right, much to Sam's amazement). "Look, they're just like us," Sam announces, waving their held hands together at the otters floating past paw-in-paw. By the time they get ice cream, Sam's favourite flavour, and have Sam's favourite food for lunch, she begins to wonder if she's done something to make Tara think she feels bad or that she's having a hard time.

She can't imagine what, she thinks she's been doing pretty well, given... all that happened. It weighs on Sam, seeing Tara get steadily more stressed as the day goes on, watching the way she tries to hide it from her so they can stay a little longer.

By the time they get home, they're exhausted, and arm-in-arm with two new stuffed toy hyenas for their pack. Little sam is sleeping on the two stuffed wolves that sit atop Sam's dresser, and is delighted at the chance to scent mark the new additions.

After their evening routine, Sam flops back onto her bed, Tara cuddling into her side, yawning. "Did you have a good day," Tara mumbles into Sam's neck. "I had the best day," Sam proclaims, closing her eyes, "just like any day with you." Tara hums into her neck. "Thasgood," she slurs, beginning to fall asleep, "love you, mom."

Sam's eyes snap open. Oh.

#/mp #ask box #Scream #Sam Carpenter #Tara Carpenter #my writing tag #AU: foster this love make me whole again #funnily enough the timeline for this actually matches up to this exact day #so i think realistically hyenas and wolves would probably be in the same general area. but for the purposes of this fic. they're not. #did some reading about hyenas and now i know more than i ever wanted to know about their s*x organs. so. thanks for that.

[wabitham]

YES. YOUR TAGS!! Tara's drawings are all so dark and hard and speak to the trauma that she can't speak of, except when she's drawing Sam. If Sam's involved, the pictures are happy. Tara doesn't draw sad or dark pictures with Sam, she doesn't want that darkness to touch her big sister too.

Makes me think that one day her dark drawings become fewer and fewer. As she grows up with Sam and sam, her art works gradually take on more vivid hues.

But then GFs happen and the darkness makes a comeback.

#tara carpenter #sam carpenter #AU: foster this love make me whole again

[evening-rose-309]

to not spoil it, they quietly killed off the ncr for absolutely no reason and made the BOS victors for some reason.

house is not dead, but for majority fucked over at the battle of the hoover dam. how it is not stated yet.

but you’re pretty much correct everything else, so real “let’s wipe the slate clean bullshit”.

Of course he lost the dam.

The NCR was the main force behind Hoover Dam's acquisition in the first place, wrenching it out from under Caesar at the last second when Hanlon and the Rangers pulled their hail mary.

Without the Bear of the West, the Three Families probably defected into Caesar or fell to the Legion or just straight up deserted House once they realized a couple hundred tanks on tricycles would never be able to stand up to the Several Thousand Trained Berserkers that make up Caesar's Legion by year 2277.

I'm just curious as to what the Tin Can Buffoons will do to him when they find him. Or if he's made contact with Boston yet as his own last stand hail mary, though that part's purely wishful thinking.

#honest comrade i'm sittin' here coming up with all the ways i can improve on my own aus and crossovers #simply by observing this highway pileup #and being all like 'huh well if they can do that–' #of course most fan-creationists aren't trying to impose new cannons on everybody else #and regardless of whether or not it's entertaining that doesn't make it right #to basically make it a precedent to say: #“YO NERDS! SEE THIS THING THAT YOU LIKE? #“WE FUCK YOU WE'RE GONNA TURN INTO A PISSASS SHAMBLER OF WHAT YOU LOVED ABOUT IT #“BECAUSE WE LIKE MONEY AND MAKING PEOPLE FIGHT EACH OTHER ON THE INTERNET” #“AND YOU'RE NEVER GOING TO SEE THIS THING THAT YOU LOVE EVER BE HONORED BY US EVER AGAIN HAHA FUCKING LOSERS—” #i mean what does that say about media and the industry around it as a whole? #that it doesn't care about its consumers so long as it's progressing? #anyway this is getting rambly #to the people who like the show: good for you there's something nice for you to tune into on your one day off #but me well i go to an art-film school #i get to see how this warped perception of how the audience will receive our art #(—a perception fostered by bigwigs with marketing degrees—) #effects the mindsets of the people responsible for my education and and also my peers #if the consumer consensus looks like 'oh these graphics look really good the game must be awesome!' #and the market research shows those games sell without any other facet of them being affected #then the industry is going to keep making beautiful but hollow games #sequels that don't care about their predecessor's lore to either continue or transform and improve upon it #sequels that get made into streaming serials of the same mindset #the idea that you can just throw away your previous audience because there will be new and “correct” people who will enjoy you stuff #is also a trend that i've noticed #for better or worse #and it truly is #a bit of a tragedy #fallout tv show spoilers

[sea-lanterns]

Wait, but you know how there's a ton of stories of young women being given as sacrificial offerings to dragons? What if that is how our dragon ladies meet their Reader's?

Like imagine if they have full like beeg dragon forms, and then their human forms, plus mayhaps a third in-between. So Ningguang just enjoys going for walks through the harbor under the guise of a human. And when looking over a relatively new merchant's goods, she meets you, the daughter of this new merchant, bright smile and friendly beautiful besides.

Suddenly Ningguang is taking more walks, visiting this new merchant regularly, just to see you. To have you smile at her, to hear the sound of you laughing at her rather stale attempts at humor. Its not long before her walks are no longer alone, she soon has you chattering away at her side, and any and all on lookers can see how absolutely smitten she is the entire time.

But the time for the sacrifice comes near. Ningguang is unable to take her walks to see you with all the dealing with the humans in charge. They want their perfect sacrifice to guarantee her satisfaction. And not focused enough, Ningguang accidentally describes you perfectly.

Soon you're being delivered to Ningguang, wrapped in delicate silks and small gold chains hanging from your limbs more for decoration then restraint, a light veil drawn over your features. An offering made in the hopes of maintaining the prosperity of the harbor.

Imagine Ningguang's surprise when such an adorable little thing walked into her den. Dressed to be a sacrifice, the humans who brought you have long left, and expect to never see you again. Shaking like a leave, looking so nervous, but when she finally pulls your attention to her golden gaze, she is surprised to see no real fear at all. More so however, to see you of all people standing there as her newest sacrifice.

It's seconds before the woman that you'd grown so fond up stands before you, the same one who you've fostered a massive crush on, but had no idea how to approach. Now holding your face delicately in golden claws, looking at you with glowing serpentine eyes filled with worry. Massive tail swishing behind her, both scared and pleased to see you here.

Soon gold chains are changed for bejeweled jewelry, the revealing silk wrappings now changed for the finest clothing the harbor has to offer.

And the Harbor has never known a greater peace then this. When their guardian dragon walks in all her glory, for all to see, smiling like a love sick fool down at you clinging to her arm.

I am totally in love with this idea :0

Something about the Reader being a sacrificial maiden for the Dragon! Women is just scratching my brain in all the right places. Maybe if we write this with some lore, it could be like…every 12 years on the year of the dragon, the different nations of Teyvat must offer a sacrifice to the Dragon Women so that they could bless their nation with good fortune.

Usually these sacrifices are stuff like jewelry, riches, expensive food, etc. but one year, the sacrifice is a bit different as the nations have offered a bride to the Dragon Women as the sacrifice for this particular year. That bride being you so that you could please the Dragon Women for another 12 years of good fortune 💕

Ahhhhh you guys are gonna make me write a whole Dragon! AU at this point 😅

#🫧feeding the fishes #dragon au #ningguang x reader

[euphorial-docx]

ok so i have something to say about opev:

it’s okay to be sad that the ending of the first fic wasn’t jegulus endgame. it’s sad, i know— that’s why i tagged it as bittersweet, because there’s a whole lot of bitter that goes with a whole lot of sweet.

but comments like this?

these are just fucking mean.

and yeah i’m posting your comments here. if you can comment this openly in my comments section, then it shouldn’t be a problem to have your words displayed here too.

first of all, this is a call me by your name au. it is going to follow the cmbyn plot structure, and it was explicitly stated in the fic that it would follow that plot structure.

as i said, you can be sad all you want, but you can’t say you were shocked or tricked, when you know the source material i was working with and following pretty closely.

i never tagged opev as a happy ending. i never tagged it as endgame jegulus. i never tagged it as jily because lily isn’t even in the fic at all. but i did specify in the story that james would leave, that regulus had no interest in pursing a relationship with james after that summer, that james and lily were romantically involved at one point and that regulus assumed they would get back together eventually, and i tagged it as bittersweet and assured that there would be a sequel, and further assured multiple times that the sequel would be a happy ending/jegulus endgame.

if you are shocked, you did not read my fic.

forgive me for being defensive, and forgive me for being a little angry, but i’ve gotten one too many comments of that nature. i don’t want to be doing this, believe me.

i love seeing comments, i love interacting with you guys and having really beautiful and heartfelt conversations with you about my writing— it truly brightens my day to see any inbox notifications at all— but when i see comments like this? when the only comment i get for a whole week or month is something like this? it makes me feel like shit, and that’s not what i want fanfic writing to be for me. that’s not the community i want to foster or be involved in or put in months of work for.

because it was months of work for free. months of work for my own enjoyment, and for yours, and to share things that i love with people that love it too— it wasn’t an entire year of my life to have someone leave a rude comment on my fic’s epilogue without even fucking reading it.

and i know i sound so angry right now, but i am. i am angry and i am honestly really sad, because it doesn’t feel good to get those comments and it doesn’t feel good to be typing this all out. i hate being angry. i hate being mean. but i tried to be nice about it, i tried to explain my reasons for my tagging and for my creative decisions, and still this happens.

i just… i really don’t get it. i don’t get why people comment these things. you get nothing out of writing those mean comments, and maybe i’m sensitive, but i just get hurt out of reading those comments.

and again, it’s okay to be sad about the ending. i know i’ve cried over it before myself. but it’s not okay to be angry at me for it, it’s not okay to disrespect me like that. because you’re not just ridiculing some fic, you’re ridiculing the real person who wrote it.

at the end of the day, i love writing fanfiction. i love being here. i don’t want that to get lost in all the other things i’ve said.

i don’t want fanfiction to be about this, okay? so let’s not make it about this.

please and thank you.

#fic: ogni parte è viva (every part is alive) #jegulus #starchaser #regulus black #james potter

[yuwigqi]

I didn't realize the Gotham Knights a) had Carrie Kelley, and b) Carrie Kelley was Black.

So uhm...

I love Black-Cantonese Tim, but I prefer Tim's canon Origin story a lot.

I also like Carrie's canon origin story.

She is completely ignored by her stoner parents (it was the Reagan era), and is later attacked by a former Robin angry at being replaced who now resembles the Joker. She also saved Batman's life (literally) in the aftermath of his grief over Jason's death.

I've always thought, since I got into Batman stuff in 2014, that they had a lot of parallels. And I've always wanted to do a "Carrie in canon Batfam" AU. And I'd already decided that if I ever do a longer fic again, Black-Cantonese Tim is so canon.

So like, hear me out:

Tim is upset about being replaced, and Red Robin starts to get more aggressive, after that and Bruce's disappearance. Carrie seeing Robin and the New Vigilante being violent, tries to be Robin herself as what Robin should be. Tim and her meet, and aside from hitting it off, Tim has one of his "this is so fucking insane and would not work irl but this is comics" ideas. Carrie hasn't gone into puberty yet, and he hasn't had his growth spurt yet. And their faces are mildly similar. Similar enough for Gotham's 80% white population to not notice (both of them find this upsetting and hilarious) when they begin switching the suit. While Tim is Red Robining, Carrie is wearing the exact same Robin suit he did, and no one even knows its her.

Carrie also moonlights as Catgirl under Selina, just like Tim used to as Stray. When Tim comes back, she becomes his personal Robin. Under the name: Orange Robin (keeps up the Tim Drake tradition of horrible hero names).

Then, when Tim turns 18, he fosters her.

It all just...fits together so perfectly.

I really...really....really might sit down in do this, once I finish some other creative projects. Like...man.

(added Bonus of Tim teaching Cass Mandarin, the language of her Mother, who Tim also has a mentorship under. Making Cass and Tim siblings on 2 bases) (Cassie uses slingshots in comics. Maybe...she asks Jason for help with her aim? He gives her one of those crossbows that looks sort of like a gun?? Alfred helps too?? There's a whole lot of possibilities here and I keep thinking of other bits to add. We'll see)

#Glad Gotham Knights and Titans contributed some good ideas to the Batman world at least #If I liked Joker Junior I could make Tim Jokerified and attack her #as a parallel to both their stories coming full circle #But Joker Junior just never interested me much #Batman #Batfam #Robin #Red Robin #The Drake #Bruce Wayne #Tim Drake #Carrie Kelley #Titans #Gotham Knights #Stray AU #Catlad AU #Jason Todd #Cassandra Cain

[cheriepits]

ahh i love your roommate vash au sm. it makes me feel so soft especially as a current college student myself. thank you <33

Aw, thank you! Vash is in med school now, so he definitely got through undergrad alright, even if he did get caught in the crossfire sometimes (as a biomedical engineering/pre-med student, but also because of academia as a whole). 

I hope the rest of your time treats you well. 

- 

ao3. [part 1, 2.] part 3a. saverem. [part 3b.]

i.

Nai and Vash majored in the same discipline, if not for the fact that they are Rem Saverem’s children. Professor Saverem would take her boys to the front row of her lectures at the end of the week, her younger one coloring on the back of her handouts while his brother would mouth after the foreign, clinical terms on her slides. At dinner, she’d ask, What did you learn today? and Vash would speak first. Though it would often end like this: twin boys with twin questions. 

Professor Saverem, a pioneer in regenerative medicine, inspired her boys to want the same. Nai takes the tech route, getting a joint masters in stem cell research and business administration, and is now bootstrapping his first real project. The kind that makes him fear failure and reject the very idea of it. The kind that asks him to bury his mother all over again.

His other half, Vash, fell in love with medicine in high school. He and Nai’s stint in foster care was short, gaining independence at eighteen only a year after. Yet it was still a year of separation from his twin. The Conrads decided to choose only one boy. Nai was the brighter one, the stronger one, the head of the household said. 

Their mother never liked him. (They never liked him.)

It was a year of hospital stays, before and after the odd jobs Vash would take, as a volunteer in the ICU and recreation room for the pediatric patients. Vash would build bridges with popsicle sticks, inundate homemade slime with too much glitter, and host karaoke afternoons—though sometimes it would just be this: coloring on the back of the handouts with the kids. He put his heart into it, even if, in some ways, it was to forget about the bruises and scarring that littered his skin.

The first time Nai saw what his foster family did to Vash, he tasted blood in his mouth. A feral sound escaped him, anguish so deep and foul that he felt a part of his soul break. I want to—he had begun, but Vash only shook his head, the look in his eyes unbearably soft. 

I was protecting the young ones, he said. Let’s come back for them one day was the unspoken ask. 

Nai knew from the first chord of his stubborn, beating heart that Vash was always the strong one—the bright north star. 

#bash.wr #bash.wr.coldcoffee #roommate!vash #vash the stampede #million knives #vash #nai #rem saverem #trigun au #vash x reader #vash x you #nicholas d. wolfwood #wolfwood #meryl stryfe #college lol #thanks anon :) #anon asks #asks #my drafts are saved as roomie vashie 123 😗 #drabble #trigun drabbles #trigun imagines #medstudent!vash #med student vash #tech bro nai lol sorry #i was going to fill this with more college au things but got carried away in the slight angst train

[justasussybitch]

Picturing LFL au where Luke did manage to escape with Shiera that day. Imagining Luke offering to inter Aemond on driftmark rather then have him killed.

Everyone thinking it’s some weird guilt thing or a devotion to the seven he must’ve found in captivity (obviously no one knows the extent and assumes most rumours spread by mushroom are obviously false (side note George making the drunken lecher having more truths versus the oh so pious Septon Eustace is something I can 100% see)).

Luke just enjoys having the say of whatever Aemond eats or wears. The fact that he’s the only person who can decide if the terror of the riverlands lives or dies is something he probably thinks of whenever he’s having some trouble with sexual intimacy ( though no one would know about the extent to his occasional internal struggles with his past not even Rhaena). anytime he remembers his abuse that’s only been shared with (maybe Rhaena??) ,Jace or Daemon (who would have a bit more of an idea of war time practices in Westeros) he remembers that he has Aemond in his hands not the other way around.

Balancing never seeming weak again and being this loving brother/son/heir that once came so easy to him. Then him and Rhaena having her six daughters like canon (for Rhaena) and him making the eldest heir like he fought for but always in the back of his mind that men are not safe from other men in war time but especially not women. Just whole other bucket of trauma for him to deal with. Especially after he started praying to primarily female deity figures during his own s/a and captivity.

Probably spoilers if anyone has ever read my own fic but I quite enjoy Luke claiming Cannibal trope (now a trope, at the time I started publishing my fic in October 2022 there was crumbs to eat but thankfully we’re feasting now as lucemonders!!). Arrax being this pearlescent dragon who was swift and growing every year symbolising Luke himself growing from this unsure boy into someday maybe someone more sure of himself then claiming cannibal a dragon rumoured to be strange enough to devour its own kind, pitch black and monsterously older than the Iron throne itself. Just a very silly and lazy way for me to bring this visual of loss of innocence tho I defend myself in my mind that GRRM probs wanted Arrax to evoke that when he made him Pearl white with golden chest to die when he was 13 along with Luke.

Not even getting into the fun interactions with Aemond. Maybe Luke is still keeping this love act up for some fucked reason in his head and has Aemond convinced he’s alive out of love. Or if history changes yet again and Aemond has the injuries of Rooks Rest instead of Aegon (like the rumours his dick broke) after the war kicks off later, how Luke would manipulate his way into topping him (the thing he’ll think will “cure him” of his nightmares and traumas. Not how that works bookie but I understand even being raised by a polycule in this time would not save him from the patriarchys nonsense lol)

Even better him visiting winterfell with Jace and stumbling upon his brother and Cregan and watching their interactions (Cregans fucking Jace’s “cunt” and still sees him as a man??? Talks about loving Jace’s cock despite being the “man” in their relationship) just completely breaking apart his ideas of what he’s internalised m/m relationships being.

I wouldn’t change a thing of LFLEFE of course, it’s perfection. it’s always fun to read someone’s work and wonder of the “what ifs” (which is what I do between chapters of fanfiction too as you’ve seen from my delirious asks before lol) and how the characters would shift and change when the butterflies wings change to a different direction.

At that point in the story Aemond has already planted this cruelty in Luke (not in general, we see him freely empathise with people even when not knowing them like the servants entering the chambers after shieras death) that Luke has to foster against Aemond in his mind to survive the ordeal. It’s a coping mechanism for him that allows him to continue the charade. The satisfaction of tricking Aemond is probably what kept him alive through much of the uncertainty.

A scene of the new show Mary & George where the main character who usually tops bottoming with his enemy after (falsely) professing love just to fuck with his mind and get one final “I’m the one who won here. Go fuck yourself” literally gave me this vibe and I don’t know where it could possible fit in this “au” lol. Luke taking back his own asshole in a way idk that’s so silly hahah

Luke taking his own feelings of self loathing and low self esteem and sharpening them into a weapon to use against Aemond? Art, chefs kiss!

Sorry this got so long I was inbetween tasks and kept forgetting how long it was 🤣

some very mild spoilers for the themes/arcs i have planned for the series

a friend had already recommended Mary & George to me, but this definitely confirms i need to watch it also, 100% get it. i constantly have to restrain myself from writing canon divergence fic of my canon divergence fic. to the point that, if i do manage to finish the series in a reasonable time frame, i may very well cave and do just that. (personally, i like to think that if Shiera lived, she would have become a sailor). tbh if anyone, for whatever reason, wrote a 'what if' fic based on any fic of mine... well, i think that's kind of the highest honour a fic writer could receive, isn't it? so it's a practice i fully endorse.

westerosi gender is 100% something i want to explore/am exploring in this series. especially in relation to sexual violence being so gendered in the setting, to the point that being raped is almost feminising in the eyes of many of the characters. lfleye!Luke 100% identifies as and will continue to identify as a man in the series. but his experiences now means he identifies *with* women far more. as you've noted, Luke is a very empathetic character. while not many characters will acknowledge it in-universe, Luke is extremely strong as a character, and thats proven with how his experiences have increased his empathy rather than diminished it. it's so tempting to be 'strong' after being 'weak' by inflicting abuse on others and exploiting whatever societal power you have, especially in a setting like Westeros. but a really big part of Luke's arc is going to be to a refusal to do that, and to continue to identify with the abused (women, lowborn, etc). (some of my interest in Theon as a character actually comes from a similar place)

this is a roundabout way to say that, yes, if he had six daughters he would be Stressed. but those six daughters would be very, very lucky.

at the same time. lucemond in this series is Toxic. with a capital T. and i'm not going to let Aemond have all the fun with that. if Luke ended up in the role of captor, it would be delicious. because he would 100% find comfort and satisfaction in asserting control over Aemond, even as he felt shame for it. or, alternatively, felt shame for *not* feeling shame for it.

and oh. oh boy. Luke being confronted with an actual heathy (for hotd) m/m relationship, not just in the abstract of Laenor but in the this-is-happening-right-now-in-front-of-me of his brother, would also be an experience for him. probably one he needs. in general, Luke is definitely going to try and get a better understanding of sexuality, and his sexuality specifically, in the next fic. whether he succeeds...

and Cannibal!!!! gods, i adore Cannibal. i do remember him being kind of unpopular, at least among some of the more active fan creators, but i saw this analysis about how he represents the dance--black scales, green eyes, eats his own kind, disappears at the end--and i've been obsessed ever since. he's definitely going to make an appearance so he can bring that symbolism (amongst others) to the table, whether Luke claims him or not. (i decided in 2022 whether Luke was going to claim a second dragon or not, and if yes then who, and while it is foreshadowed in the fic, and in some of the comments, i'll at least pretend i'm maintaining the mystery). what's the name of your fic? bc i would love to read some Luke & Cannibal.

#asks #tft #lflefe #efelfl

[symphonic-scream]

Okay hear me out

Persona 5 Stardew Valley au

So we've got the animal seller, Haru, who's parents divorced when she was young. She spent her teen years in the city with her father, but once an adult she decided to live with her mom, and has fallen in love with country life

Makoto has lived in town her whole life. Her older sister left to have a fancy city job, and thinks Makoto is wasting her talents and smarts by staying to keep up the family tradition. Makoto knows someone has to protect the town, and gladly draws her sword to do so. She trains by cutting down trees for the local artist and for town projects

Ryuji is a former golden child. He was going to be a star athlete, but an accident took it from him. He's not really doing anything at the moment, just working on loving life again. His Ma is the bus driver

Shiho moved to town after a similar incident to Ryuji, only she puts all she is into work, to have a place so when they're adults, her girlfriend can leave her family behind so they can be together. She only recently took over the carpentry business from her mentor, and her girlfriend Ann helped expand the business to include furniture and house decor, with design input

The pub in town in Leblanc. While the owner, Sojiro, specializes in coffee, he'll accept local foods to make dishes by request of the townspeople. His daughter Futaba is a recovering shut in, and his wife Wakaba runs the town clinic, with her med student Tae

Yusuke appeared one day, having sold all he had to find a font of inspiration. He fell for the valley, and at first lived in a tent near the mountain. Makoto, who nearly mistook him for a monster, invited him to stay on her family's property. He mostly paints, but does sculptures for order from the nearby city to pay his share of living costs

The town blacksmith is named Munehisa Iwai. He's the broody type, but cares for his son a whole lot. He's just, not good at showing it. He often requests things his kid would like

The town store used to belong to an older man, but he passed it on to a wayward boy and his younger brother, both whom he met by chance. The boys, then in foster care, lived with him until he became too old and ill go run the store. Akira and young Morgana still keep the Velvet Room running, even if old man Igor is living in Hospice

And, the mayor, Lavenza. She's very new to the position, which used to be Igor's. She's hoping to improve the town a lot, and is caring for her younger twin sisters

A strange man lives on the beach, with a strange talent for fishing. Goro doesn't talk about who he was before he moved there. It's behind him.

The library is run by Hifumi, who wants to reopen the museum portion after her parents sold the artifacts to keep it from closing. Hifumi thinks a museum would inspire tourists to donate,

And, finally, our farmer.

Sumire feels lost. Her sister died, her parents can't speak to her without crying, and she feels, trapped, so she impulsively quits her profession. She finds a letter from her grandfather, with the deed to a farm. Needing a reset, she leaves the city and life behind to live in a small town in the valley, where no one knows her, or her sister.

To clear things up, Makoto and Ryuji both grew up in town, have been friends the whole time. Futaba has been in town since she was 6, Hifumi was born there, and Akira and Morgana have been there since they were 14 and 6, now about 21 and 13. Shiho and Ann were in Ryuji's class at school, since they had to travel to a nearby city for school. Haru moved there when she was 18, Yusuke and Goro appeared around 19-20.

Anyways. Talk to me about this

(I'm open to any ships for it pretty much, but I will say I have Okujima in it.)

#persona 5 stardew valley au #makoto niijima #haru okumura #okujima #yusuke kitagawa #ryuji sakamoto #ann takamaki #goro akechi #futaba sakura #akira kurusu #morgana p5 #hifumi togo #sumire yoshizawa

[parkerpeter24]

bloody love . part 2

pairing ➳ peter parker x reader

warnings ➳ hanahaki!au, unrequited love, no happy ending, heavy angst, mentions of cancer, please read at your own discretion.

w.c. ➳ 1.7k

summary ➳ who said love couldn’t kill?

don’t judge me for writing this messily i have my exam tomorrow 🥹

part 1 | part 3 | part 4

“i-i gotta go.”

peter and gwen watched you leave, a concerned look etched over both their faces.

you ran back inside the complex, coughing as you did, a hand tight over your lips. peter followed you, not caring the moment as he followed you into the “girls’ washroom”, ignoring the disgusting looks and comments he got from some girls by the sinks calling him an absolute freak.

when he found himself alone with you in the bathroom, his knuckles erratically tapping the door to your stall, “y/n, what the fuck is wrong?!” he demanded as the sounds of your coughing became prominent, no longer muffled by the palms of your hand, “please open up!”

peter’s voice was starting to sound helpless now. there were those blood drops again as he roamed his eyes around the white bathroom tiles, “it’s not that easy, peter.” your voice sounded from the other side, “p-please go away.”

“is it cancer!?” peter’s heart clenched at his own question, not really wanting to know the answer, “please say it isn’t cancer, y/n.” his voice cracked, repeatedly tapping his head against the door.

you were leaning against the door too now, your back to it. the place filled with silence as your hand slid outside through the gap between the floor at the wood. peter noticed instantly and placed his hand in yours, wrapping his fingers around yours, “it’s not cancer.”

peter felt a wave of relief wash over him but found himself asking, “what is it then?” he waited for you to speak but heard no reply, “please tell me. i need to know what’s wrong.” his grip on your hand never faltering.

“not here.” you pulled your hand back before peter felt you shift, standing up as you did too. you opened the door, finally meeting peter’s warm; and now tear filled; eyes, “i can’t tell you here, peter.”

“w-we can go wherever you want!” peter offered, taking your hand in his again.

you nodded, avoiding his eyes, “my place?”

“okay.”

“you two! my office. right now.” the two of you, as soon as you turned to leave, the met with the fiery eyes of mrs. foster– the principal of your school.

the two of you sat on the chairs opposite the ginger woman who kept going and going about how it is normal for teenagers your age to have urges, but to break the decorum of the school isn’t helping anyone. however, you two were asked to leave with just a notice for the time being.

“your place?” peter asked timidly as soon as the two of you were out of the school building, taking a deep breath when you nodded and started to walk towards your apartment building.

once the two of you were inside your room, you closed the door and faced peter, “peter, please tell me this won’t make things weird between us.”

“nothing could.” peter promised.

you took the brunette’s hand, leading him to sit on the bed. you sad beside him before you started speaking once more, “peter, i.. i have this condition.” peter waited patiently for you to continue, “since two months, i have been coughing up… b-blood and these petals.”

“petals?” peter asked, “w-why?”

“we went to the doctor, and she said that it was a rare condition. i-it happens when you fall in love. unrequited love.” you completed your sentence, letting each syllable settle in.

“what? i- y/n, that’s crazy!” it took peter– the smartest guy in all of midtown– about five to six minutes to understand your whole sentence, “y-you love somebody?”

you nodded, staring at the floor. you could feel his eyes fixated on your and you didn’t wanna risk looking into his eyes.

“who is it?” he asked.

“it’s you.”

to say that took peter by surprise was an understatement. all colour was starting to drain from his face and he processed those two words, “it’s me?” he mumbled.

your eyes brimmed with threatening tears this time, “i-i’m sorry, peter. i never wanted it to-”

“*i* caused you this pain?” peter cut your statement short.

“what? no, no. it’s me, it’s my fault.” you finally looked up to meet peter’s eyes, the same shade of red as yours.

peter nodded, though he could feel the guilt rising up his chest. your fast heartbeat synchronized with his own, an indication that you were as scared and uncertain as him. peter didn’t ask you any more questions. all he did was get up and walk towards your window, “i wish i could love you back, y/n. i really do.” he said before stepping out the window.

you didn’t make any move to stop him, hot tears running down your face.

the moment peter was out on your fire escape, a realization dawned upon him. he wasn’t wearing his spider-man suit. it didn’t seem right walking back inside just to use the door, the brunette sighed and opted for the stairs.

that night on his routined patrol, peter passed by your house but didn’t stop by like he usually would. you weren’t waiting either.

you had stopped coming to school again and peter felt as if it was his mistake. the school seemed lonelier without you, not like he had a huge circle of friends, but you used to be the highlight of his day. he brought you milkshake and in turn you’d promise to get him a pb&j sandwich– like you’d done the previous day– but now you weren’t there anymore.

“hey, pete!” gwen chirped, then noticing the glum look on his face, “everything okay? you didn’t make it to dinner last night so i thought something came up.”

“it’s y/n.” he answered shortly. “she’s not well.”

“oh. what happened?”

“it’s complicated.” peter said, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jacket. it was getting colder as the days passed and peter’s mind wandered to how you would always complain about it being the worst weather. you really hated the cold and every time you were at his place, you’d manage to sneak one of his hoodies out of the closet, saying it’s warmer.

“maybe you’d like to talk about it over coffee?” peter snapped out of his daze, looking at the blonde girl in front of him.

“oh, uh yeah, coffee sounds nice.” he gave her a tight lipped smile.

“great, i’ll text you.” she smiled before walking away, leaving peter with his thoughts.

to even peter’s surprise, the thoughts were yours. if this was any other day, he would have jumped in the air and danced his little victory away inside his head, but all he could think about was how you told him that you loved him.

later that evening, peter reached the coffee shop and found gwen already sitting there, waiting for him. he rushed inside and sat across her, “sorry i’m late.”

“oh, no. you’re on time!” she smiled sheepishly, “i was actually early.”

the two of them ordered, feeling an awkward silence settle in. it was never like this, at least for peter. he always found talking to gwen so easy, but everything felt different suddenly.

the palpable tension was cut short by gwen clearing her throat, “so, y/n?” she asked, taking a sip from her chamomile tea.

“what?”

“you wanted to talk about her.” she clarified, watching peter stir the coffee in his cup.

“right. well, yesterday i was over at her place.” he averted his eyes, knowing that gwen would be disappointed he never showed up at her place, “i’m sorry for ditching your plan.”

“you mean our plan?”

“right, sorry.” peter took a deep breath before continuing, “i was with her and she told me… she told me that she loves me.”

“what!” gwen bore the same dumbstruck expression peter expected her to. for a moment it was silent again before she asked, “do you?”

“n-no. i don’t.”

“are you sure, peter?”

it was peter’s turn to stay mute. he didn’t know how to answer that question. he wanted to be clear about his feelings but he wasn’t. the more he thought about it, the more twisted it became.

“i don’t know.”

another week passed like that. peter didn’t see you at school, nor after his patrols. he just couldn’t muster up the courage to crawl up to your window and confront you.

he’d stopped hanging out with gwen too. or maybe it was the other way around, the vigilante wasn’t sure anymore.

it was as if you were holed up in your room all the time. whenever he passed your apartment building, he saw the light to your room turned on but never saw your shadow, or any silhouette moving about.

however, today the case was different. your room appeared dark and quiet, the streetlight peeked into your room through the window just like peter’s curious eyes. he finally landed on your fire escape, one week after the events that led you to confess to him about your love.

the house felt lonely. peter pulled out his phone and shot you a text, then another and two more, asking about your whereabouts, but you gave no reply.

peter decided to ignore it even though his heart was telling him to wait there, frozen at the spot, until you returned back home.

the next day he saw you in school by your locker. he couldn’t believe his eyes, thinking it was a dream. even though he was uncertain, there was a pull between the two of you that led him towards you, his feet stopping only a meter away from you, “y/n?”

you looked up from your locker, lips parting, “peter.” your face remained stoic.

“i- uh, how have you been?”

your eyes turned towards the floor, “i got the surgery.”

“w-what? what surgery?”

“i got the flowers removed surgically.” you closed your locker, clutching the books over your chest almost protectively.

“why?” was all peter could whisper.

“i’m sorry for getting in between you and gwen. now you can be with her.” you gave him a little smile, taking a few steps back, “maybe we could be friends again, peter.”

with that you left.

peter stood there, staring at a ghost of you in front of him, wishing you would come back and hold him in your warm embrace. but that seemed like a distant dream. peter’s chest tightened at the thought of leaving you. a feeling of pain blossomed within his lungs. he gasped for air and coughed, cupping a hand over his mouth.

to his horror, when he pulled his palm back, resting over it was a petal covered in blood.

you left with peter, the pain that your heart suffered through once. and his own that never got a chance to win your bloody love.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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[tangerinesperfume]

Long work days bring Sam home exhausted. The energy she has left in her is reserved for Tara’s sake only, at least for this night.

Maybe fuck self-care tonight.

While she usually likes talking to Tara as she prepares dinner, despite not receiving verbal responses from tara, she’s grateful for this particular quiet night.

Sam was used to only worrying about herself; how she’ll survive, what she’ll do the next, who she, alone, has to deal with, and etc.

Now she’s got a little shadow in the form of her sweet sister. She would never trade her for the world but she’ll admit that it’s been difficult to raise a kid and also, ensuring the ability to keep her happy, worry-free, and safe.

After dinner was finished, she helped Tara prepare for bed. Tara wouldn’t touch her or talk to her yet but Sam was okay with that, there was no reason to rush her. So, Sam’s help just looked like laying out her PJs in bed, helping her with the faucet, checking the inhaler, and all that.

Tara was in bed with her stuffed wolf and Sam made her way to the living room to watch some tv until she accidentally fell asleep on the couch.

As the routine goes, Tara wakes up in the middle of the night and with her wolf, goes to Sam’s room to sleep under the bed but no one’s there.

Oh? Where’s Sammy?

The inaudible sounds from the dimly lit living room grab her attention so she follows it. She walks into Sam messily asleep on the couch without a proper pillow or blanket.

Tara may have a difficulty reading people but she knows what exhaustion looks like and that, Sam’s sleeping face with her brows knotted, is exhaustion.

Tara turns off the tv, places her wolf down, and runs back to the room to fetch a pillow and a throw blanket for Sam.

Back in the living room, Tara decides the she might not be able to lift Sam’s head to put the pillow under it, so she just throws the soft blanket on Sam’s body and places the pillow on the floor.

Tara also decided that sleeping alone the bedroom is a no. So, she runs back to the bedroom to grab her pillow and blanket to join Sam in the living room in the adjacent couch to crash in for the night.

No wait, everyone should be here.

She brings her wolf along with Sam’s wolf and lets them sleep in the pillow she had already put next to Sam’s couch.

Before hitting the hay, she thinks that maybe Sam needs a goodnight kiss, she lifts her stuffed wolf from the ground and squishes a soft wolf kiss to Sam’s cheek.

Goodnight Sammy.

And that’s the scene in their home, sam asleep on the couch, Tara making herself comfy on the other couch, and their two stuffed wolves “sleeping” on the ground.

Sam wakes up early the next morning, her eyes are adjusting to the light and her confusion is setting in.

Didn’t I make it to bed?

God, Sam must’ve been so exhausted and she feels guilty for shortcomings to Tara all over again but she looks around the room and takes in the sight around her.

Oh.

She’s covered in a blanket that she knows for sure that wasn’t on her last night and she looks at a sweetly sleeping Tara on the couch and Sam takes notice that her sister looks so relaxed and comfortable.

And she remembers why she does it all in the first place.

For her. For her sweet girl, Tara.

#au: foster this love make me whole again #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #the carpenter sisters

[krikeymate]

I think Sam/Kirby is the direction my foster au will go, eventually. Like, they're 30 and 34 when Kirby finally asks her out for dinner. They've been sort of friends for a few years at this point.

"I wanted to ask- I mean- I just- dinner! Romantically. I would like to take you out to dinner, romantically. And Tara too, of course!" Kirby's usually so confident and smooth talking. To see her nervous and stuttering is an endearing change.

"You want to take Tara out to a romantic dinner?" Sam teases.

"No! No, I mean... I would like to take you and Tara out to dinner, and make my intentions known, that I would like to date you."

"Oh, is that so? Hmm, well, I'll have to check my calendar and get back to you." Sam jokes.

"Tara," she calls to the smaller girl lying on the couch and engrossed in the game on her handheld console.

Tara pokes her head over the back of the couch.

"Kirby wants to take us out to dinner," she states. "Okaayy?" Tara replies, confused. "She says she wants to date me." Tara just blinks at her, "okay?"

Sam nods, and Tara goes back to her game.

"Guess that answers that then, you can take us out, romantically."

"Tara does know what date means, right?"

"Of course she does! She's 20!"

Kirby stares at Sam, unconvinced.

"I mean... she must, right? I was dating Richie! ... Sort of..."

#/mp #Scream #Sam Carpenter #Kirby Reed #AU: foster this love make me whole again #spoiler: Tara does not know what dating is

[an-au-blog]

You brought up East Blue Asylum AU, so I reread everything again, and now I want to know more things. Please tell me about Law? I don't know if it's better for him to also be a patient or a doctor there, but my little multi-shipping heart hopes there could be something there

Ok, funny you should mention that because I had a post about Law in the EBAW au in my drafts and just never got around to posting or finishing them??? So I'm going to be lazy now and copy paste (and finish) it here and hopefully it will answer your questions :))

(if not you can just send another ask lmao)

For a while I wondered if Law would be a doctor or a patient in the EBAW au, but maybe he'd be an actual doctor, who briefly worked with an ex of Luffy's father. Him and Crocodile bonded over their shared hatred of the man and one day Crocodile asked him to check in on Luffy. He naively thought that "the doctor social circle" extended to him, but it didn't. See, he wasn't a phycologist or physiatrist, he worked as a medical examiner - forensic for a while, but he was far from a psychiatrist. He dealt with dead people and the police, that was it. He had a decade or two in which he was a surgeon but he stopped. His "uncle"/his foster father's murderer used to use him as a personal patch-up charity. He used to be a big fish of the underground and Law finally had enough. He quit being a doctor, skipped town and started only examining dead people. It was the perfect job for him - they didn't complain, couldn't lie, great listeners... what else could a socially inept nerd like him want?

Still he decided to agree to go to see Crocodile's son, if and only if on top of the money he promised, he could convince the staff to let him stay there. He honestly thought it would be an impossible mission, but then Crocodile made one phone call to Robin and arranged everything. Law became the physical examiner of the east blue wing for the next month.

Luffy loved new people, especially if they didn't treat him like a kid or as if he was crazy. And Law had no idea how to treat anyone in any way, so he just went to the default - straight to the point and no nonsense. Unlike some of his friends, Luffy trusted Law right off the bat. He would drag him around showing him the whole wing and every time he tried making an excuse that he'd get in trouble for not staying in the doctor's room, because what if they needed him? Luffy would laugh and say that Chopper has everything handled.

Chopper, Law soon found to be the man hw would share a cabinet with. He was this short and hairy man who had figurines all over his desk. Law's jaw dropped when he saw that Chopper had the rare 1995 Christmas special comic addition of Getma 66 AND it was in the 2 in 1 package with the poison pink figurine. They had a little bonding moment over it and Chopper was excited to finally have someone that not only didn't judge him for his interest, but also shared it.

By the end of his one month visit, Law begrudgingly realized that he had grown fond of too many of the people there, both patients and staff. When leaving, he told Jinbe, who was the official "Boss", that if they ever needed him, he'd make himself available.

#I'd like to think that doffy was this big time drug lord and croc was a currupt collitical refuge who happend to meet before Law runs away #later on they meet again by chance and they both try to threaten eachother not to tell doffy where the other is and find it hilarious #east blue asylum wing au #law #luffy #crocodile #answers #op

[m-jelly]

I don’t know if you’ve seen the TikTok or not, but it’s basically a women sitting on her couch recording her husband walking into the house and when he does she starts laughing because behind the door is like a baby cow looking at him and he is like in shock but smiles and pets it. So imagine Levi x Reader living in a farm and she’s always bringing animals home either for foster care or to actually own so one day as Levi comes home from doing something in town or in the city. He walks into you laughing your absolute ass off like tears in your eyes looking at something and when he turns to see what it is, it’s a whole baby cow just staring into his soul. (They do have a farm to put it on btw I think it’s sad when people don’t have the right conditions for any animals)

Baby cow

Pairing: Ranch owner!Levi x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Modern AU, fluff, romance, cute, married, ranch/farming life.

Concept: You and Levi own a ranch which looks after rescued animals, as well as welcomes children and families to spend time with the animals. You both specialise in raising horses for kids to ride, which means Levi is often dressed like a cowboy. Levi comes home to the ranch after settling a few business things in the city. When he comes home he sees a baby cow in his living room and you dress it up.

Taglist: @levisbrat25 @ladycheesington @skittlelover69 @li-anne @nyxiieluna @youre-ackermine @nbinairyn @thebobaprincess @notgoodforlife @galactict3a @demonsimp6

Levi drove his truck down the dirt path as exhaustion clung to him. He just wanted to get home to you and be wrapped up in your loving arms. He wanted to rest and not think for a while. He had to hand over a lot of paperwork and approve a few things for the ranch. Everything was all perfectly set up and he'd never have to go to the city again.

Now, it was just you, him and the animals. Maybe kids in the future.

He pulled up into his parking spot and smiled at the lovely wooden home you shared. He felt his heart flutter as he gazed at it and admired your loving touch on it to make it appear cosy. It looked so peaceful nestled in a large field with views of the mountains and lake.

He slipped out of his truck and entered his home. He smiled softly at the wonderful smell of baked goods and home-cooked meals. He knew you'd probably been busy cooking and baking while he was gone for three days.

Levi stopped dead in his tracks when he spotted you putting a bow onto a baby cow's head. "What in the world is going on?"

You gasped and looked up at Levi. "Levi! You're home!" You squealed and ran over to him. "I missed you so much!"

Levi caught you when you jumped into his arms. He chuckled and stumbled back. He squeezed you tightly as he let out a deep moan. "Mm, darling I have missed you."

You showered Levi's face in kisses. "Welcome home, my love."

"I'm glad to be home." He put you on your feet. "But answer me one thing, okay?"

You giggled. "You can ask me anything."

He kissed you and then looked over at the baby cow. "Why is there a baby cow in our living room?"

You blushed a little and stepped back from your husband. "Well, she has nowhere to go and her momma died. So, I thought we could take care of her." You pouted a little as you played with your dress. "It's okay, right?"

He let out a long sigh and looked over at the cow. "You named her already, didn't you?"

You looked away from him as you blushed more. "Peaches."

Levi walked over to the cow and petted it. "Hello, Peaches, welcome to your new home."

"Yay!"

He chuckled and ushered her along. "I'll get her to a nice little home."

You hurried after Levi. "I'll come too!"

Levi led the cow to the stables and hummed in thought. "I know just the momma cow to look after this little one." He walked into the pen and moved the cow along to the big mother cow. "Hello momma who lost a lot of babies, I have a sweet baby for you to raise."

You welled up when you watched Levi introduce the cows and the two connecting with each other. You felt touched that the two had what they were searching for. You clapped your hands and grinned at Levi when he came back over to you.

Levi leaned down and kissed you. "Howdy there ma'am. You here by your lonesome?"

You giggled at Levi being playful with you. "I sure am. I'm wondering if a handsome cowboy might keep me company."

Levi lept over the fence and landed in front of you. "Well, I can help you out."

You squealed when Levi scooped you up into his arms. "Levi."

He purred at you. "I love you so much."

"I love you too."

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[lokisprettygirl]

Lose me to Love you (Loki x Female Reader) (AU) (18+)

Read Chapter 28 here / Series Masterlist

Chapter 29

Summary: Jane has an offer for you both. Loki tries to find the truth about your mother.

Trigger Warning: 18+, Smutty smut, bathroom sex, degradation, unprotected sex, Description of rape and assault, panic attack, violence against women, Extreme dark themes, Sexual abuse, physical abuse, public sex, Rough violent sex, 18+, Steamy stuff, age difference ,Rough language, mention of suicide, talk of virginity and slut shaming, manipulative behaviour, mention of trauma, smut, toxic relationship between main characters. Dark themes, cult stuff

There was nothing but silence at the table, you and Loki were staring at each other, Jane was glaring at Thor and Thor was looking everywhere but any of you people.

"Sooooo what are you doing with these guys?" Jane finally broke the silence and Thor pretended to not hear it so she kicked him with her leg under the table,

"Bodyguard, ummm I'm the baaddyguard" he stuttered on his words and it made you bite on your cheek, you looked at Loki and he had the typical quizzical look on his face that you often saw whenever he was confused, the furrowed brows made you want to kiss him as soon as possible.

"Can we discuss what we came here for?" Loki asked her so sighed before she turned towards you.

"Look y/n first of all I wanted to apologize I had no intention of using you for my film"

"That's a lie" Loki intervened so she glared at him.

"If I really did want to use her past i never would have shared my intentions with you two" she answered him

"Let me make one thing clear here Miss Foster, She is not going to be your publicity goat so unless we aren't here to discuss that I don't see the point of this meeting " Loki told her in clear words and she smiled.

"Well don't worry about that. I am not here to talk about the film, I have another offer"

You looked at her confused but more than that you were intrigued.

"What kind of offer?" You asked her

"I want to make a documentary, about your life, your story from your side–" she cut herself off and looked at Loki and you couldn't tell if he was pissed off yet about this idea or not.

"I read about the case and you're Loki. I know that now, this offer is not just for her but you too. I know you two have suffered a lot but I just think your story needs to get out there, maybe it will help people, maybe it will change their perception about you two–"

"Or it will make everything worse, I don't want the whole world to get into our business, what's done is done, I don't want to make a bloody circus of our lives for all to see" he answered her so she sighed again.

"What about you? Do you agree with him?" She asked you so you nodded because you didn't want to upset him but you did feel conflicted. You weren't just thinking about the documentary or the fame that would come with it, sure it would make both of your lives easier, you'd probably get more exposure and hence more work but that wasn't the only reason you wanted to do this, you also wanted the world to know what he had done for you, you wanted them to know what an angel he was.

"Just give it a thought and then decide, i have all the time in the world for this" she huffed as she munched on her salad, the glaring contest had resumed between her and Thor.

"Ummmm how do you two know each other if you don't mind me asking?" You asked as you sipped on your drink and Loki seemed curious too.

"We met in Vegas once, didn't we?" She glared at him so Thor gave her a nervous laugh. The mention of Vegas clicked in Loki's head so he looked at Jane and then he looked at Thor, Thor was quick to gesture to him to shut his mouth. You were still out of the loop so you excused yourself to go to the loo and Loki followed you right after, there was no way he was leaving you all alone with three psychopaths on loose. He caught up to you and grabbed your arm to turn you towards him, you seemed upset.

"What is it now hmm?" You didn't answer him but dragged him into the bathroom with you, thankfully no body was in there so you locked it, you got your arm out of his grasp and crossed them together before you glared at him.

"What do you know about Thor and Jane?" You asked him like a scorned child and it made him smile, he always found your bratiness adorable even though he never admitted it.

"Go empty your bladder and I'll tell you"

"I don't actually have to do that, it was just an excuse" he turned to look at the mirror and fixed his hair, ignoring all your tantrums. Why did he have to look so sexy all the time that you couldn't even be mad at him? "Come here" he raised his brow so you walked towards him, he quickly picked you up and walked a few steps forward to make you sit on the sink in front of the mirror.

"You're such a brat" he kissed you softly as he finished his sentence and your arms wrapped around him immediately, it's been hours since you had fucked him last. Hourssss.

"Are you going to tell me?" You mumbled in between the kiss so he shook his head, he had that stupid smile on his face you were familiar with. It used to make you want to pull your hair out but fuck him at the same time. Well now you can do both.

"Okay fine..it's okay" you looked down and pretended to be sad so he tilted his head, he knew what you were doing but it still affected him, he couldn't take the Sad voice and the mopey look on your face, it was easier to resist when you didn't belong to him.

"A fucking brat" he kissed you passionately and grabbed your thighs to wrap them around his waist, you moaned into his mouth and that immediately made him hard. He has never wanted to fuck anyone so desperately in his life before, it was always about using them as an distraction from his fucked up life. But you weren't a distraction, you were his need.

"Telllll me dadddyy pretty please?" You whispered in his ear and he snickered.

"What will I get in return?"

"Anythinggg" he smiled as you said that, you worked on his zipper and he lowered down your underwear to take them off completely, he shoved them inside his back pocket, none of you cared where you two were at the moment.

"I think they used to be hitched for a while" you gasped as he said that, mainly because you felt his cock inside you at the same time.

"You mean to say.. like ...married?" You could hardly get the words out as his hips thrusted back and forth slowly.

"Yeahhh.. fuckkk thiss cunt is precious baby" he murmured into your mouth and your heart skipped a beat.

"That's weirddd ..so weird" he hummed in response, you felt his lips sucking into your neck and you knew that would leave a mark but you didn't care.

"Was the secret worth this? Worth being fucked like a dirty whore in a bathroom?" He whispered in your ear and your walls clenched around his length. You bit on your lips and kissed him feverishly, he was so good to you, how come you got to have him as your man?

"Definitely, I'd let you do it anyways daddy" he chuckled before he picked up the pace, he didn't want to get caught or be disturbed in the middle of the act. He can always give you the sweet love making at home, this wasn't the time to do that.

"Ofcourse you would darling, so desperate for my cock it's truly pathetic" you whined as his cock angled and hit the sweet nerve that made your toes curl.

"Don't cum until I say so.. you hear me?" He clutched your hair in his grip so you nodded, you looked like a mess and this was becoming his favorite sight in the world. Until now he had graciously allowed you to cum before he filled you up but he wanted you to hold this time and that was more challenging than you thought it would be.

"Daddddyyy…it's.. I'm closer daddy please" you whimpered as he continued to fuck you mercilessly. The sound his cock made as it pumped in and out of you were obscene.

"Just think about how much more I would love you if you'd just do what I want you to do" his thumb rubbed your clit and you had to learn backwards over the marble to gain some support. This felt too much, his words, his cock, the way he smelled so divine, the way he kept his hands on your body, all your senses felt attacked at once.

"I want you to love me daddy.. please love me more" you mumbled so he snickered again, you have missed the snickering and his arrogance.

"Be a good girl then, I'm going to cum…fucking hell ..you are going to walk around with my cum inside you all day long" he whispered between his heavy pantings.

"I don't get to cum?" You looked at him shocked so he affirmed your fear with the shake of his head.

Okay you could do it, you could be his good girl, you'd give him the whole world if he'd ask for it, this was nothing. Right?

But then It was so hard to have his cock throbbing and pulsating inside you, it was difficult to control that feeling from snapping when you felt his cum filling you up but you managed. Barely, but you managed.

He placed his arms on the edge of the sink as he tried to control his breathing, you always worked him harder and faster than anyone else, the dom in him had come out so brazenly but he didn't want to forget who you were to him, you were his precious girl and he couldn't just treat you like the two dollar whore, even though he knew you'd love the filthy treatment.

You grabbed onto the collar of his jacket to pull yourself up, his cock was still inside you so he pulled out and proceeded to clean himself up first. How were you going to go all day like this? You didn't think you could, you didn't want to but he asked you to do it so you were going to be his good girl. You have been Virgin for so long you can do this. The sound of him zipping himself up snapped you out of the thoughts,

"My underwear please?" You asked him so he walked towards you and widened your legs, you felt so exposed as the cold air breezed over your sensitive parts, you were on the edge and you didn't think you'd be able to take more teasing without exploding.

"Fuck you're a good girl aren't you?" He grabbed the back of your neck with one hand while the other one played with your clit. Your eyes rolled back into your head and it made him moan in response

"Dadddyyy i can't.."

"I know love, it's okay, I was just messing with you" he mumbled softly. He'd never leave you hanging like that, he might be evil but he sure knew how to treat his girl in bed.

"Noo noo i can ..I will .I promised to be good daddy"

"Shhhhhh you have been good, so good, it's okay, just take what daddy is giving you yeahh? That's it..that's it..look at you" his middle finger slipped inside while his thumb continued to massage those swollen nubs,

"Lokiiii" you moaned loudly and your fists gripped onto his shoulders. He loved it when you addressed him as daddy, the perv in him fetishized it but the way his name rolled from your lips sounded heavenly too.

"Let go sweetheart, it's okay..i want you to do it for me..I got you yeahhh?" that was the last straw for you, his arm wrapped around your waist because you were convulsing as you rode your high. He kept his eyes on your face and he couldn't help but smile at the sight.

"Thank youuuuu" you whispered as you came back to your senses. That's all you were able to say after that mind numbing orgasm.

"Sooo what got you into bodyguarding business?" You heard Jane ask Thor when you both returned from the bathroom. He was so sweet to you after he had made you explode just with his talented fingers, well his kind of sweet, he cleaned you up, helped you with the underwear and he even helped to put concealer on the mark he had given you on the neck, though he spend a good minute enjoying how it looked on you.

Loki told you that they were secretly married for a year and it was shocking, you couldn't imagine a woman like Jane with someone like Thor.

"Well have you seen me properly Miss foster, I got all what it takes to be one" Thor answered her. As you both sat down you finished the awkward lunch. She seemed furious at him and you didn't know why, Loki told you that she wanted the divorce, was this a Jolene type of situation?

"We don't have to pretend he knows" Thor mumbled and you saw her gasping

"Whatever he said is a lie" she retorted

"So you guys didn't get married?" You asked her and she looked at you shocked.

"Lower your voice, nobody knows, why would you tell them, you said you'd never tell anyone "

"I didn't, you can trust them"

"Oh, like I trusted you?" She snapped at him and your eyes widened. She sighed deeply before she grabbed her purse "Just think about the offer y/n, we can make something great here" she said to you before she stood up.

"Janeyyy" Her eyes teared up as Thor called her name, it was probably a nickname, it felt like you were watching an angsty romance live. All you needed was a popcorn. She was going to leave but she had something to say to him.

"I looked for you for so long, you disappeared and I thought you died or something, after the time we spent with each other i thought that …well fuck you really " she left after that, leaving Thor all shocked, for once you actually saw him genuinely upset.

"You did what?" You asked him but he didn't say anything

"You told me she wanted the divorce –" loki asked him

"I wanted it, things were getting….serious"

"Wowwww" you exhaled, thanking the stars because you knew Loki would never leave you like that. But then you also knew how their minds worked, it wasn't easy for any of you, the kind of things these brothers had witnessed has warped their ability to process such emotions, you were helping Loki slowly and you just wished Thor would allow someone to do the same.

When you both reached home he made popcorn so you two could watch a movie on the couch.

"Lolo?"

"Hmmm?"

"We should do the documentary" he looked at you surprised as you said that. The old him would have shut you down and walked out of this conversation but he really didn't want to hurt your opinions like that any longer, you weren't a child and he wanted you to be capable of making your own decisions.

"It's not going to be easy baby, you really think you're ready to talk about our past in front of the world to see?" He asked you softly so you thought about it.

"We survived our past and we are here, people make assumptions about us, about you, this way we can tell them the truth" he smiled as you said that.

"When did you get so smart?" He caressed your scalp with his fingers so you giggled.

"I have always been smart.. even when I was 7 I was smart, I always beat you in scrabbles" you climbed onto his lap so he wrapped his arms around you.

"You couldn't even pronounce scrabbles when you were seven" he chuckled so you smacked on his arm.

"That's not true"

"It is..you always pronounced it as scwabbles"

"I so did not" your face flushed at the memory, you definitely pronounced it as scwabbles.

"Your mother always lost though, didn't she?" He asked you and your smile faded instantly at the mention of her name.

"I …I don't remember" you stuttered and tried to shift the topic like usual but he couldn't take it anymore.

"You do, you just don't want to talk to me about her" your eyes teared up as he said that "What happened sweetheart? What bothers you? You know I'm here to listen right?"

"Shut up Loki" you glared at him and he was taken aback by the sudden change in your mood.

"Y/n you want the world to see your truth? How would you do that if you won't even talk about your mother?" He asked you, he wasn't wrong but he didn't know what you had seen at the center, you didn't want to tell him either, that would hurt him too "Atleast talk to me"

"I said shut up..shut up..shut the fuck up about her" you got off his lap as you screamed at him, then you started to cry.

"Baby–" he tried to grab your hand but you flinched away

"Why won't you shut up? I don't want to talk..please don't talk ..pleasee it hurts" you fell down on your knees so he immediately bent down and picked you up in his arms, this was going the route he was afraid of. He can't risk this. Your mind was fragile when it comes to your mother.

"I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry okay? I'm sorry i won't say anything" he whispered softly as you clutched onto him, he laid you down on the couch and wiped your tears before he went into the kitchen to bring you a glass of water, he turned the tv off to shut down the noises.

He sat down on his knees on the floor, his fingers continued to caress your head as he tried to comfort you and stop you from crying.

"I'm sorry baby.. forgive me?" He mumbled softly as he kissed you and you felt horrible about yelling at him, you didn't want to, it just happened and you felt guilty about it now.

"I'm sorry I yelled" you mumbled between your cries so he shook his head, he picked you up again and took you to the bedroom to cuddle with you, he knew that would help a little.

He caressed your back and held you close as he could feel your body shaking, what was it that made you react this way? Your mother's death was gruesome, James and Clint confessed everything they did to her, but you weren't present in the court to hear about it. Did you read about it later? He couldn't tell. You never talked to him about her.

"Lolo?" You mumbled his name in your half asleep state so he hummed in response. He was contemplating over the truth and he wanted you to tell him why you felt this way about her but when you actually revealed the truth he was shocked to the core. He never could have guessed it. He held you tightly as you started to sob again in his arms. Maybe he wasn't ready to hear such a thing.

"I saw her die, I saw them kill herr that night ..right in front of my eyes..they killed mommy loloo..they killed her and I did nothing.. nothing"

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