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[violetarks]

track 30: i'd never do that

"fuck." y/n said, wiping her eyes as she turned from the crowd, walking off the stage as soon as the curtains closed. she just... couldn't stop crying. all because of some song...

"y/n..." armin said, standing at her side. he rubs her back and takes the bass from her. the crowd continues to cheer loudly, claps and chants emerging from behind the curtains. "it's okay. c'mon, let's get you—"

they were interrupted by jean standing up loudly from his seat, storming off the stage and towards their change rooms. everyone's eye fell on him, watching his forced steps as he walked passed them all and the stage crew. eren and mikasa follow after, armin and y/n walking off next.

it was only truly a week ago that they all found out about marco's death, and having to preform to avoid any more backlash. unhappy fans ruled their twitter pages due to the postponed shows, and though levi advised against returning, the five of them agreed to come back. it was work... and they couldn't stop.

although what porco said was true, it was also true that the fans had control over their jobs. they could only enjoy their work if they had those fans. and using their friend's death as an excuse was no option. they didn't want to use it, and the fans had no right to know.

it was a bump in the road, is all.

"we did well tonight." mikasa says, sitting beside y/n. she holds her hand tightly. "you two did very well."

"i fucked up the tempo in the first song, made it too fast." jean complains, laying on the other couch.

"and i forgot my part for the whole first verse and just didn't play." y/n added in, leaning her head back.

"nobody even noticed, we didn't." eren says, sitting on the armrest of jean's couch. that may have a been a tiny lie, he definitely noticed and the looks that armin and mikasa shared on stage showed so too. armin stands nearby, pouring water for everyone. eren ruffles jean's hair gently. "you two did great. don't question it."

the two become quiet, silently thinking to themselves of what to do now. they had two more shows, two more shows and they could go home. and rest, and think, and be better.

"y/n? your phone's been buzzing like crazy." armin says, looking down at your device.

"huh? it's probably twitter. pass it 'ere." you say, holding out your hand. armin passes you the phone as you stand up, grabbing tissues to wipe your face. armin takes your spot. lo and behold, you were right. "i'm gonna talk a walk, alright?"

"don't go too far, we're gonna' leave soon." eren says as you wave your hand and leave the room.

you walk through the backstage halls until you make it outside. it's a restricted area, so no fans were there. and since everyone else was packing up the stage, you were alone.

but you unlock your phone, seeing thousands of twitter notifications and a few texts from porco. you stop yourself when you feel relieved.

when did you start feeling relieved about porco? when did he start making you feel that way?

you couldn't deny that sense of happiness you felt when you saw his picture show up on screen, though. maybe you should answer him.

track 29 | track list | track 31

anime: attack on titan (band! au)

character: porco galliard

summary: y/n, the bassist of the band 'paradís', finds herself in middle of a 'publicity stunt' with none other than a rival band's drummer. porco, the mentioned member of 'marley', doesn't care about her at all. but they can only ignore each other for so long.

status: ongoing

warnings: afab! reader, she/her pronouns used

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[jikooksgirl19]

My Soulmates 3-Teaser

Genre:Soulmate AU, fluff,angst, eventual smut

Pairing: Idol Jimin x Lawyer Reader x Idol Jungkook

Warnings: some swearing (Y/N has a trash mouth sometimes)

A/N: I didn’t like where I had the story going so I am rewriting some stuff for chapter 3/4. Here Is a little teaser after Y/N has found out about Somi and an argument between her an Jimin. I’m not sure when I’ll post the chapters but hopefully within a few weeks 😘

Credit to gif owner lovetenshi

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“I don’t believe in ultimatums Jimin. I believe in choice and if you can’t make one I will make one for myself. I understand you have feelings for her and don’t want to hurt her, but I won’t allow you to hurt me or Jungkook in the process because you can’t decide to stay or leave.”

“What are you saying?” Jimin asks, eyes on me as I take a step back.

“I’m saying that her feelings are not my concern. I am not responsible for making sure she is comfortable with our relationship. I’m saying that I won’t continue to allow her feelings to come between what could be an amazing love story between the three of us and I won’t put my love on pause for her. If you cannot see a future with us then I will not make you stay. I will not apologize for being your soulmate nor will I allow her to try and break our bond. That is on you. You alone need to decide what it is you want. And if it’s her then I will not stand in your way. I won’t be the reason you are miserable or angry and I will never be the reason you walk away because I care for you. Hell Jimin I love you but I won’t be second choice. I know my worth. Jungkook sees my worth. I AM worth being loved. So you need to make your own choice. My choice is to walk away right now.

I take a deep breath and turn to walk away as I feel my heart breaking. Suddenly arms wrap around my waist from behind and I feel his tears in my neck. “I don’t know what to do” he says.

I turn in his arms, hand coming up to caress his cheek. “You can only do what makes you feel complete my love. Only you know what that is. Not me, not Somi, not Jungkook, not the boys or anyone else. Only you can make this choice and at the end of the day be happy with your decision.” I swipe the tears with my thumb, and lean in to kiss his cheek. I remove his arms from my middle and back away. “I will always be here for you in whatever capacity you need me to be even if that’s only as a friend. I have to go Jimin. I have an appointment with some managers across the building. You know how to find me”. With that I turn and walk out of my office leaving Jimin to think about our conversation. I swipe my own rouge tears away as I spy Jungkook waiting down the hall a look of concern in his eyes while asking me if I’m ok.

“I’m not sure” I answered honestly.

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Please let me know what you think guys and if you think I should continue my story.

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[candy-and-writing]

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#5

anybody have any stucky x reader fic recs? comfort preferably, but any are appreciated 💕💕

16 notes - Posted January 14, 2022

#4

hey friends! okay, so i’ve been trying to find this fic for a while and i just can’t find the author. it’s a bucky x reader. the reader escaped from hydra and is working at stark tower when bucky comes up with a sexy proposal. reader admits she’s not very sex-active and instead bucky proposes to teach her about sex. just vanilla stuff at first but it becomes more kinky as time goes on. each chapter is basically a different sex encounter with bucky and the reader. also bucky used to date natasha.

anyone have any ideas?

21 notes - Posted April 19, 2022

#3

i’m sorry but sebastian stan portraying a character with a breeding kink has me gASPING

21 notes - Posted February 2, 2022

#2

hey, just a little psa but on pornhub someone uploaded part of pamela anderson’s sex tape. i’ve already reported it but if you see it please report it. pamela did not consent to have that on that website and she did not consent for the population to see it

69 notes - Posted February 19, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

make it all better

summary: after comforting you from a nightmare, steve and bucky always know how to make everything better

warnings: allusions to past rape, allusions to sexual assault, fluff, trauma, ptsd, our boys are real sweethearts

taglist: @ally22042000 @sightiff

a/n: goodness, okay. hello, again! it’s been a while since i posted anything! this is for @eun-dadplease 5k celebration (nothing line submitting a story an hour before it’s due 🥲) anyway, i hope you like this, it isn’t as detailed or as long as i hoped it would be, i’ve got finals this week and school has been killing me

disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this work aside from the OC/reader that is given below, all other characters—unless specified—belong to Marvel and the MCU. I am NOT responsible for your media content consumption. This work is not intended for those under the age of 18 due to explicit sexual content and/or dark themes. By reading this work you agree that you are at least 18 years of age. I DO NOT CONSENT to have my work posted on any third party app or website; if you are seeing this work anywhere other than tumblr and archiveofourown, it has been reposted without my permission. DON’T. STEAL. MY. WORK.

The world spun around you. The bright lights above you circled each other above you as you stared up at them. You couldn't move, your shivering frame glued to the cold floor. Your lips parted as you tried to scream, yet your voice was silent. You screamed until you were breathless, but nothing reverberated off the walls.

"What's the matter, Angel? Cat got your tongue?"

You heard his voice, his chuckle echoing in your ears, but you couldn't see him. You felt his hands on you, touching you as you were frozen to the ground, unable to move or scream for help.

"Be a good girl now, Angel, maybe I'll be gentle."

-

The screaming woke Bucky up in a cold sweat. He shot up with a gasp as the shrill shriek echoed through the walls of his room. He shoved Steve, who was asleep beside him. Steve woke with a jolt, his hair disheveled from sleep and a pattern of wrinkles from his pillow imprinted into his cheek.

"What?" Steve slurred, blinking up at Bucky. Bucky was already out of bed, yanking a shirt over his head.

"It's Y/n, she's—"

Bucky was cut short by another terrified wail resonating throughout the room. Steve rushed out of bed, clumsily shuffling on a pair of pants before he followed Bucky out of the room. Natasha opened her door, looking at the pair.

"You guys got it?" she asked, stifling a yawn.

"Yeah," Steve said, "we got her. Go back to bed."

Natasha nodded, giving Steve and Bucky a quick wave before she closed her bedroom door. The two super soldiers rushed to your room, just opposite of Natasha's, and carefully opened your door.

You were curled into a ball, the covers kicked off the bed. You clutched your pillow as tears streamed down your cheeks, sweat beading at your hairline. You cried out again, your grip tightening on your pillow. Bucky crouched down beside your bed, gently brushing a strand of sweat-soaked hair away from your face, cooing as you whimpered.

"Y/n, honey," Bucky crooned. "It's okay, it's just a dream, doll."

His knuckles grazed your cheek and your eyes open with a gasp. You shot up and immediately began to shuffle away from Bucky, nearly falling off the bed. Bucky launched himself forward and grabbed your arm before you fell, pulling you back toward him.

"It's okay, Y/n, it's just us," Bucky says gently, holding his hands out like a sign of surrender.

"Bucky?" Your voice was cracked and hoarse from screaming. "S—Steve?"

"Yeah, sweetheart," Steve smiled, sitting beside you. "We're here. It's okay."

Your lower lip began to wobble and you reached out for Steve, who embraced you in a hug. Steve shushed you as you cried into his shoulder, petting your hair softly.

"It's okay, sweetheart. You're okay. It was just a dream."

"Hey, honey," Bucky cooed. "How about I go warm you up some of that cider from yesterday, yeah? How does that sound?"

You nodded against Steve's chest, arms latched across the back of his neck as you clung to him. Steve rubbed your back gently, kissing your temple as Bucky left your room.

"You're okay, sweetheart, it was just a dream," Steve whispered. "Can you try to talk to me? Tell me what your dream was about?"

Steve felt you part your lips and stutter, like you were trying to form words. The shaking in your shoulders got worse and you let out a broken sob, trying to wiggle closer to him.

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273 notes - Posted April 30, 2022

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[hollyhomburg]

Hey, I'm a liitle late to the packtan train but what do you think would happen when there is another female omega that becomes a friend to all of them but slowly starts to seperat the reader from the rest and maybe the beta and omegas realies this rather fast, bcus there omega is suddendly always smelling depressed but it takes a bit longer for the alphas, bcus they are really drown to the new omega. I really like your blog and love your creativity. Sorry for my english💜

oh, I absolutely love this idea like- Idk why I just go this kind of picture in my head of like- her just moving over for the new omega, like completely being like “they don’t want me anymore, best I better move on” but the thing is- it’s winter- and she really can’t go back into the woods right now because she has little to no resources saved up. so she decides to stick it out, and just deal with it, keeps her distance though. 

and yeah, maybe they don’t notice, maybe she starts the distance in such a subtle way. yoongi sees her down by the edge of the frozen sea, she’s shivering and cold- not wearing the furs Jungkook gave her- a strange thing. he rushes down to the sea, a little alarmed to see her without her outerwear, “what are you doing!” he’ll yell, making her recoil, yanking her arm out of his grasp, “leave me alone” Yoongi’s standing in the sand, frozen like the ocean, wondering why you suddenly started acting so cold. 

Things get worse, you get more distant, you start making yourself scarce at dinner times, and even after dinner when you usually all gather in namjoon and Seokjin’s private sitting room, with it’s wide and warm hearth, the furs in front so cozy and ready for group cuddling. not that you’d ever really been an active player, you’d been too skittish the first few times Seokjin had invited you- and it’s only recently that you’d begun to stay, sat on the side cozied into one of the chairs with a cup of something warm, you’d sat in Taehyungs lap a few times, combed through his curly hair with your fingers until he’d fallen asleep against your shoulder.

you’d even let Seokjin pull you into an omega cuddle puddle a few days ago. and the alphas had felt so accomplished, so protective looking down at the three of you all piled over each other, your flowery and citrus scents mixing to an intoxicating harmony. Here where their omegas, their prized loves, so gentle and delicate, strong- but sweetness in the cold world worth protecting. 

Your cabin, by comparison, is cold and lonely- you don’t know when you got so used to people being around- but it’s better that way you tell yourself. you should have known that they would get tired of you eventually- get tired of the way you can’t get close like the other omega can, the way you’re bad at being affectionate, at showing you care. it’s your fault really, for getting so attached in barely a season. you’ll need to get used to being on your own again. 

on the day everything breaks and reforms stronger you, Taehyung and Jungkook fight.  they run into you when you’re picking up some bandages from the market, no matter how much you try to duck through the crowd and avoid them, they won’t stop following you.  “I need to make sure I have enough, if i’m going to leave in the spring, I don’t know when I’ll have access to these again” 

“what?” Taehyung almost shouts, stopping, Jungkook stumbling, “what do you mean when you leave in the spring? what are you talking about?” “Taehyung you couldn’t have expected me to stay forever,” and then the eventual fight, when you try to give Jungkook his furs back, they never should have been yours to begin with.

 “Please- please keep them,” he says through his sobs, trying to hide his tears but not being able to, “it will make me feel better if I know you’re warm without us- without me,” 

And of course, the fight leads to namjoon popping up at your cabin, it’s the middle of dinner- or what should be dinner, but if namjoon’s at your front door you know that the rest must not be eating 

(and it’s true- they were too agitated to sit still, Hoseok pacing by the door while Jungkook refused to eat, pushing away the affection of Seokjin, Jimin trying too soothe both of the betas. “I knew something was wrong- I just knew it, I should have said something” Yoongi curses, 

But Namjoon is the one to turn up at your door, stoic in his long black robes, but his face breaking the second he sees you, “why didn’t you come over for dinner?” “I didn’t know if I was welcome” “Y/n- you’ve been more than welcome- you’ve been wanted for the last half a year, you know that- why the sudden change?” 

“Because I’m leaving soon- and it’s best if none of us get any ideas,” you say, talking more about your own fragile heart than any of theirs“I heard” namjoon swallows back a lump in his throat, and as much as he dosent want to be accusatory he can’t stop his words from sounding this way, 

“Were you even going to tell us you were going to leave? or were you just going to disappear one day without a goodbye?” he hasn’t cried in a long time, but he feels tears sparking now. “please, don’t shut us out, tell us what's wrong- tell me what's wrong so that I can make it better,” “do you think we don’t care? because we do- I promise, I promise I care and if we’ve been bad at showing that- then-”

 “I can’t- I can’t Namjoon, I can’t open myself up to you if I’m just going too lose you” you’re crying too- and all of a sudden it clicks, and he utters the name of the new young omega that had come to stay in the pack a few weeks back. young- almost like a pup, Seokjin and Taehyung had been particularly taken with her, spent a lot of time making sure she and her mother where comfortable. Namjoon had invited her to every dinner too- to make sure they’d both adjusted well to live so far north.

he’d treated her just like he had you when you’d first come to the compound. 

shit. 

namjoon doesn’t have to wait for your verbal confirmation, you stiffen and look away inhaling a jagged breath. but it’s your next words that really break namjoon, “I know I’m not enough”

He crosses into your threshold without a second thought, dragging you in close to his chest, to hold you close, and you sink into his thick furs, drinking in his rich scent, he scent marks along your shoulder, hands fisting in the back of your tunic, and when he parts, he takes off his thick robes and plops them on your shoulders, drowning you and pooling on the floor, too long for you to wear. namjoon shuts the door to keep away the chill and gets down on his knees.

the only time alphas ever kneel before omegas are during mating or betrothal ceremonies. you know this, even if you’d only seen it in person a few times in your life. 

he speaks your first and last name, just as you whisper his, cheeks pinking, you have to clutch at the front of his furs to keep them from falling off your shoulders. the significance of it doesn’t escape you- it’s only- only the pack omegas get to wear the pack alphas furs. you’d only ever seen Seokjin and jimin wearing them- jimin only during the fall festival. 

“I would like to formally offer you a place in my pack, and in my heart, now and forever. No matter what you decide, I want you in my home and in my life. will you accept my intention?” the words are old and almost too formal. he’d spoken the same ones to each member of his pack, and now you. your lower lip quivers. and you touch his face before you hug around his shoulders. “you’re enough, you’ve always been enough for me, always will be.” 

you’re crying too hard to give a good response, but eventually, namjoon wipes the wetness from your face and leads you back to the packhouse, keeping his cloak firmly around you, a few people see- eyes widening and faces excited at what it means. a new pack omega means a spring festival after all. 

he’s gentle, murmuring soft words, keeping his hand on the nape of your neck. nuzzlign into the top of your head every few steps unable to stop himself- his alpha loving how you smell like him with his furs. tugging them tighter around you when it starts to snow. 

and of course, jimin and the others shoot up when the heavy doors open and you and namjoon slip in with a few snowflakes, jimin rushes to your side along with Seokjin to cup at your cheeks, the omegas are the first to notice the robes, tears in their eyes as you look up at them, beseeching almost worried- worried that they’d be territorial over namjoon- but they’re nothing but happy that you’ve accepted the cloak, and their proposal. “your cheeks are cold my love” jimin says, his warm palms on your cheeks, “come- let us warm you up- lets draw a bath jin” 

namjoon clears his throat and everyone’s head snaps to him, “if you wouldn’t mind, i’d like to do it.” it’s another tradition- when a new omega arrives to a packhouse, arrives to stay/ they get washed and scent marked by each member of the pack so that they all smell like each other. everyone in the room smiles, soft and happy- realizing what this all means, that you’ve consented to be theirs. 

washing is a whole affair, with soaps and of course namjoon’s tunic rolled to the elbows darkening and dampening in the water. kneeling over the edge of the basin, his hands slow and appreciative. yoongi muscles his way in to dry your hair and dress you in a shir that smells suspiciously like himself. he nuzzles your nose with his when you pop your head out of the opening. he yanks you close for a kiss, “mine, my baby” and you crumple, falling into his chest before he drags you into the main bedroom. 

is it comfortable to sleep on the floor? not entirely, but the fire and the thick furs set on the floor and thick blanket set up makes up for it as well as the others all piled around. Hoseok is the first one who comes kneels by you- the same way namjoon did, the omegas clutch onto tae’s shoulders wiping away tears as they watch- so so happy. 

hoseok’s eyes are bright but determined, “i know you don’t need protecting,” this temps a giggle from more than a few of you, “but i know you want it sometimes. you haven’t deserved what you’ve gotten in life, you haven’t deserved all that harshness, and if you let me- i will make sure you never have to be afraid again, I pledge myself to you, wolf, body and heart” 

Jungkook is next, and he’s shakier, his bunny wide eyes so emploring. “I’m not good with words like the others, god knows I’m a baby alpha by anyone's standards,” the others laugh at this- and it’s true- barely a day goes by without Seokjin calling him ‘pup’ “but I hope I can grow into someone you’ll be proud to love, y/n, i pledge myself to you, wolf, body and heart.” 

you drag Jungkook up to scent mark him whispering his name, the night is soft and gentle with the rough golden light of the wide hearth and all of you piled together in front of it, you end up presses in between Hoseok and namjoon. Hoseok around your back and namjoon- with his face pressed into the dipping collar of Yoongi’s shirt, nose buried in your soft skin. growling happily when your hands come up to comb through his hair. 

halfway through the night, it gets a little warm, and namjoon tries to move away, and in your sleep, you reach out, making a little noise to pull him sleepily closer, and namjoon smiles soft, happy to get closer regardless of the heat. the winter might be cold outside, but in your heart, it’s warm. 

(hope you enjoyed that 2k of fluff and angst~ this is easily the longest ask fic i think i’ve ever posted)

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[hansolmates]

Hey, can you add me to your tag list?🤗💓

hi, do you mean the permanent taglist? if so i can add you!

#ally22042000 #ask

[krreader]

Hey. How are you doing? I hope you are having a good time and taking care of yourself. I just wanted to ask: are you planing on writting a second part for the bts taking their bffs virginty? Just out of curiousity, I know you are packed with requests. Bye Bye🤗💜

hey hun! sorry but no, there wasn’t a part 2 planned for this :(

#information stuff #ally22042000

[sunny-txt]

Hey. Can I request a BTS grouptext a bout the reader having a abusive bf and one of them finds out? You don't have to if you're uncomfortable. Thx in advance💚

Posted! (It’s more or less verbal abuse bc physical angers me way more)☀️

#ally22042000 #sunny answers

[chibiuseless]

Hey. Please tag me on al " To Keep You Safe And Sound" chapters. Thx already.💚

I’ll add you to the tag list.

Wanna keep up? Tell me what list you want on, here.

#taglist #ally22042000

[marvelous-imagining]

@ally22042000 replied to your post “Wrong”

I love it. Could U please tag me in the 2 part? Thx. Sry for my english.

No need to apologize! And yes, I’ll tag you in the next part. I’m glad you like it!

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[itsgameofthronesimagines]

Strong Dragons (Part Four)

(Gif not mine)

Fandom: House of the Dragon

Masterlist Here

Pairing: Daemon x Fem!Reader x Rhaenyra

Warnings: NSFW! 18+ only! Smut, mature themes and language, P in V, dirty talking, breeding kink, fingering, arranged marriages, unprotected rough/raw sex (wrap it before you tap it), incest, oral (female receiving), dom!rhaenyra, graphic depictions of pregnancy and labor, threesomes, death, depictions of both the books and shows, etc.

Word Count: 7,563

Tag: strong dragons hotd fic

Summary: Y/n’s pregnancy progresses as well as her reputation on Dragonstone. Daemon and Rhaenyra are enthralled by their Mother of Dragons.

Requested by: @ivy-targaryen​

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A/N: Tumblr kept deleting this as I worked on it so now I’m frustrated to the point I’m in tears. I’m definitely taking a break from this series as I’m too exhausted to bother right now after all that stress.

The following week upon Y/n's arrival was a busy one, to be sure. Dragonstone was filled with activity as Rhaenyra announced to her staff that both Prince Daemon and Lady Y/n would act as every bit the lord and lady of the keep as the princess and her own husband. The servants, loyal to Rhaenyra and loyal to her secret arrangement, welcomed Y/n with open arms, each individual introducing themselves while Y/n tried her best to remember all their names for their devoted kindness. It appeared as though the idea of a child excited the entire island -not just her lovers- as they helped their new lady feel at home.

Gerardys, Rhaenyra's head maester assigned to Dragonstone, confirmed what Y/n already knew, that she was, indeed, with child. He suspected that she was, at the very least, three moons along, since she hasn't even begun to show through her dresses. Now that her pregnancy was confirmed, Rhaenyra made sure to provide the best servants for her female lover, even introducing her to her own handmaidens, including the most loyal, Elinda Massey. Elinda was the youngest of Rhaenyra's ladies-in-waiting and the most devoted to House Targaryen overall. She was sweet and caring, a pretty young woman who pulled at Y/n's heartstrings. After meeting Elinda, Y/n pats Rhaenyra's arm and assures her that she would get along beautifully with her handmaidens.

Y/n had been aware of the fool, Mushroom. She knew of him only by reputation in court, a three-foot dwarf with a large head and a lackwit of intelligence, but nevertheless, a devoted, loyal servant to Rhaenyra, who has known him for the entirety of her father's reign. Mushroom tended to favor the princess over King Viserys and therefore followed her back to Dragonstone. Once introduced to all the handmaids at her disposal, Y/n was then greeted by a particular servant Rhaenyra had promised would make her laugh. Mushroom was delightful to Lady Y/n. A little crude, perhaps, but he did indeed earn a hearty laugh out of her and a silent trust to always rely on him with her secrets, as many have gained with Mushroom over the years, whether it was earned or foolishly given.

While Rhaenyra was in charge of Y/n becoming acquainted with her staff, Daemon charged himself with helping his new wife feel more comfortable with the island itself. He took her on many walks along the beaches and gave her plenty of cautionary tales about the volcano looming over their new castle. He made sure Y/n was aware of the many caves surrounding the island of his ancestral home, and informed her of what to do should she ever accidentally stumble upon a dragon. Daemon wasn't entirely worried about the tamed ones, as long as Y/n didn't try to ride them without their respective companion... he was more or less bothered by the idea of his pregnant wife accidentally coming across a dragon with no rider.

"How many are there?" She had asked one night over dinner, "Which dragons are without a rider?"

"Vermithor and Silverwing are castle dragons, beasts who had been tamed before but over the years have lost their riders," Daemon explained from his seat beside her, one of his arms draped over the back of her chair, "They once belonged to King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne, my grandparents. Then there are the wild dragons, beasts untamed and have never known the bond of a rider. Grey Ghost, the Cannibal, and Sheepstealer are the ones you should be most careful of."

"That doesn't mean to be less cautious of the other dragons, like Vermithor and Silverwing," Rhaenyra had cut in with alert eyes captivating Y/n's, "They may have known human companionship in the past, but that doesn't mean they will be familiar with you. It's been a long time since they have been ridden, therefore it's best to just give them their space and they will give you yours."

"Our dragons might be the most decent towards you," Laenor assures Y/n, "Caraxes, Syrax, and Seasmoke have more experience with human interaction and are smart enough to realize that you are a friend to them. But I wouldn't suggest seeking them out unless you were with one of us."

"Which reminds me," Rhaenyra beams, avoiding the less dreary topic while setting down her fork excitedly, "With our new prince or princess on the way, we will need to pick out a dragon egg for them."

One of the many topics that made Y/n feel like a stranger in her new home. She had nearly forgotten the prospect of a dragon baby in her belly, "To place it in their crib, right?"

"That is the custom, yes. Usually, the parent chooses the egg, and you are welcome to come with us."

"Into Dragonmont?" The woman's dark eyes widen, looking around at the three dragon riders before her, sheepish and possibly worried, "I have no experience with dragons let alone their eggs."

Daemon nods in agreement, addressing his wife but exchanging a glance of approval with Rhaenyra, "It's best if we get you and the dragons properly acquainted then."

Rhaenyra nods in response, "Perhaps you should ride with one of us on our dragon."

Laenor bursts out laughing, startling everyone including the servants as they bring silverware and food to and from the table. Y/n recognizes the jest and found herself in the mind of a child as she grabs the nearest thing, an apple, before aiming and throwing the fruit across the table at Laenor's head. She had missed pitifully, but the attempt made the Velaryon lord laugh, even more, clutching his midsection when his ribs began to hurt. Y/n could feel her cheeks burning with embarrassment, but even the corner of her mouth turned up into an amused smile.

Rhaenyra, however, looked baffled while turning her gaze between her husband and her aunt, "Have I missed something?"

Y/n had barely heard her over Laenor's laughter. One look from Daemon slowly shuts him up, but a grin is still plastered on his face, eyes twinkling at Y/n as she bashfully ducks her head, "I didn't fare very well at sea. I doubt I'd fare well on the back of a dragon."

The princess grasps her meaning and relaxed her furrowed eyebrows, flashing a heatless glare at Laenor and causing him to cough to cover the last bit of laughter within him. Y/n playfully glared at her niece's husband as well but didn't even try to fight the smile this time.

"Well, the choice is yours, my love. You may not want to be familiar with dragons now, but perhaps you can learn and grow alongside our child's dragon when their egg hatches."

Her smile sparkles, "That would be lovely. I will start out small, just as our child will with their lifelong companion."

~~~~~~~~~

Getting used to kisses on her belly would be a bit of a challenge for Y/n, but not something she would likely grow tired of. Despite not showing through her dresses, it's clear to her lovers that her body has already begun to change in order to accommodate the child. Rhaenyra blatantly kisses Y/n's abdomen one night, after already shedding the Lady Strong of all her layers, and feels the slowly forming bump beneath her pale lips. Rhaenyra smiled into her female lover's flesh, biting back a moan when Daemon involuntarily thrusts into her at the sight before him, Y/n sprawled over the edge of the bed while Rhaenyra bent over her. Daemon stood behind Rhaenyra, lined up against her backside as he continued to pull out and slowly ease back into her heat. Meanwhile, Rhaenyra continued to kiss Y/n's belly before leaving a wet trail down to her already glistening cunt, the princess softly blowing cool air over the heat and sending shivers up the lady's spine. Y/n arched her back, whimpering without any friction to satisfy her needs, trying her best to remain still with her hands fisting the bedsheets near her head.

"Rhaenyra--"

"My apologies, love," the princess kissed the soft inside of the lady's thigh. Y/n could feel her smirk against her trembling skin, "I was merely doting on our child."

Y/n scoffs up at the ceiling, "Perhaps you should dote on me first, or else I'll pray to the gods for our child to bear my reputation of holding a grudge."

"We best be careful with this one," Daemon cuts in, still thrusting his hips against Rhaenyra's arse while whispering into her ear, amusement stitched into his low voice, "I'm beginning to think her bite is worse than her bark."

Rhaenyra hums in agreement, closing her eyes and pulling her head back in bliss when his cock hits that certain, perfect spot inside her, "I think she's becoming more of a dragon the longer she's here. Perhaps it is both a blessing and a curse."

"It'd be less of a curse if you would stop talking and touch me, Princess."

The female Targaryen is startled out of laughter, gasping up to the ceiling of her chambers when Daemon's hip jerks forward unexpectedly, out of rhythm. Both uncle and niece are clearly affected by their Strong woman's demand, both equally shocked and aroused by her sudden boldness.

"If pregnancy brings out this side of you, I think we'll have to keep you full with our children all the time."

~~~~~~~~~

High Valyrian proved to be a difficult language to learn. Y/n had asked one evening if one or both of her lovers could teach her so that she might be able to communicate with them and any children they'll have in the future. Daemon and Rhaenyra were delighted to teach Y/n their mother tongue and tried their best to teach her when any free time was given. Much like the times Y/n and Daemon would spend time together by the hearth in King's Landing, the three lovers now spent the same time by the hearth together on Dragonstone.

"Ñuhon lenton Targārien jorrāelza issa?" She tried reciting one evening, her nose scrunching up as even she doubted the way she phrased the sentence, "'My love is for House Targaryen?'"

Lounging on the other end of the couch, fondly watching her female lover, Rhaenyra faintly smiled, a breath of laughter escaping her lips, "You were close, my love, though I believe there's an easier way to phrase that."

Y/n's eyebrows scrunch together in frustration, scowling, "It doesn't help that there are half a dozen ways to say your family name and half a dozen ways to say 'my'."

"We can continue learning words before having you recite full sentences." When Y/n nods in agreement, Rhaenyra straightens her posture to be fully facing her, "Mountain."

"Blēnon."

"Mountains?"

"Blēna."

"Iron Throne." Their male lover cuts in from the chair across from them, wine goblet in one hand and an open book in the other.

"Daemon."

He shrugs in response to Rhaenyra's reprimand, "She'll likely be saying that more often than 'mountain.'"

Y/n's expression turns devious, her eyes shining with mischief while purposely staring Daemon directly in the eyes as she spoke in confidence, "Āegenkon Dēmalion."

The fire blazing in the hearth casts a dark shadow over Daemon's silhouette, but Y/n's figure is ignited by the flames, glowing softly, driving the Rogue Prince into silence. He stares right back, the essence of a gentle smirk beginning to form as he stands from his seat, "Very good, lady wife."

She beams with pride, tilting her head up to him, carefully watching his every move as she responds in kind to his praise, "Targārien kostōba Āegenkon Dēmalion issi."

{Targaryens are powerful on the Iron Throne}

Even Rhaenyra's stomach jumped with delight at Y/n's powerful phrase, complementary to the way Daemon sinks to his knees in front of the woman as if her words weighed him down. He was short of breath, strong hands reaching out to caress her legs beneath her skirt, reaching up underneath until they graze the inside of her thighs, "Excellent. And how would you say 'my son will sit upon the Iron Throne?'"

Y/n shivered under his touch, her eyes fluttering shut as she willed herself not to move under his ministrations. She had nearly forgotten her husband's question until she felt Rhaenyra's hand in her hair, bringing her back down to the mortal realm. By now, Daemon's fingers were already reaching into forbidden places in the eyes of the gods, while his forehead leans into her growing stomach. Rhaenyra was placing soft kisses into Y/n's shoulder, over her dress until the princess decided to move the sleeve aside and continue the kisses along her bare skin. Y/n licked her lips, forcing herself to remember her lessons, hesitant compared to the other two phrases as she stutters out a response,

"... Ñuhon trēsy Āegenkon Dēmalion dēmagon."

~~~~~~~~~

"My love. We have a gift for you."

Looking up from her book, Y/n spotted Rhaenyra standing in the open doorway of her chambers, Daemon following close behind the princess as they entered their expecting lover's apartments. Smiling, Y/n closed her book and carefully stood from her chair, one arm sticking out for balance while the other held onto the more prominent bump around her middle that has grown significantly in the last few moons. Peering back at her lovers and noticing their appalled reactions, Y/n flashed them a devious look. They had recently become more possessive than usual and dote on Y/n almost religiously, worried by every step she takes. Normally, they are right by her side when she has to stand up, and even Lady Strong could admit that they're helpful in that aspect. Sometimes it's hard to get back up on her feet. If it weren't for her silver-haired dragons, Y/n would have likely found herself stuck in place until someone would eventually came around and find her there.

Daemon rolled his eyes at his wife's antics, stepping forward to take her hand in his while looping his free arm around her lower back, and walking alongside her toward her tea table. Y/n directed her gaze to the door again when two figures emerged, carrying a rather large item.

A large urn, heavy enough that two dragonkeepers must lift it together. It was round and likely made of iron, with padded handles the dragonkeepers used to carry and refrain from burning themselves. They place the urn on the tea table, hot steam billowing out from beneath the lid. When Rhaenyra nods her head, one of the dragonkeepers removes the big lid, slowly to further express its weight. Inside, without being told, it wasn't hard for Y/n to guess that the gift was none other than a dragon egg. She had never seen one before, but the rounded shape and the light green, scale-like shell surrounding it was a dead giveaway. Heated coals and embers surround the object, acting as a portable incubator.

Daemon announced the egg with pride, "A gift fit for the Mother of Dragons."

Y/n reached her hand out but refrained from touching the egg, feeling the heat coming off around the scales. Her smile was faint, eyes sparkling in awe as she breathlessly stated, "It's beautiful."

Rhaenyra beamed proudly at the praise, "I picked it out myself."

Daemon moved to stand behind Y/n, hands gently holding her shoulders as he kissed the back of her head, "A dragon egg sired from Syrax and Caraxes. There could not be a more perfect choice for our future prince or princess."

Rhaenyra reaches out and Y/n gladly takes her accepted hand. The princess brings her female lover's hand over to the egg, unafraid and showing the lady that the egg was not too hot to the touch. It was considerably warm, forming sweat in Y/n's palm almost instantly, but Rhaenyra appeared unbothered by the heat, "Hold this against your womb tonight, my dear. And when the baby gets here, we will leave it in its crib."

The expecting mother nods in understanding, taking the instructions to heart. She straightens her posture, addressing the dragonkeepers standing across the table. Y/n nods to them, trying to best to perfect her accent as she spoke, "Kirimvose." {Thank you}

The dragonkeepers nod back, eyes widening in acknowledgment of her proper pronunciation. Rhaenyra radiates pride for Y/n's High Valyrian before she also addressed the dragonkeepers using the same tongue. They leave at her behest and Daemon moves away from Y/n and circles the table, placing the urn's cover over the egg again.

Y/n takes her hands back and places them on her new perch over her belly. A thought enters her head and she hesitates for only a moment before addressing her lovers, "Speaking of the baby's arrival. I have made arrangements with the midwives for when I begin my labors." Both Targaryens tilt their heads in attention to her and she continues, "I will have four attend to me along with Maester Gerardys and Elinda Massey."

"Do you not want us there?" Daemon questions with a small raised eyebrow.

"I wouldn't ask that of you," she explained gently, "Traditionally, husbands don't accompany their wives to the birthing bed. I would be content if the two of you accompany each other on dragonback while I go into labor."

"That's not what he asked, my love," Rhaenyra countered quietly, "He asked if you did not want us there for the birth. If that's what you truly want, then say the word and we'll respect it. But I doubt it." Her suspicions were correct, as Y/n appeared troubled, a crinkle forming between her eyes when her eyebrows scrunched together, "What is it?"

"It's just..." Y/n sighed heavily, her weight shifting with the pregnant stomach clearly weighing her down, "Both you and Daemon have suffered the horrors of childbirth. You might not have experienced it personally, but you have suffered through both of your mothers. Aemma and Alyssa suffered and perished due to complications of childbirth, did they not?"

Neither of them answered, but their eyes appeared haunted at the reminder, nevertheless. Y/n shook her head as her voice slowly began to crumble, "... I couldn't possibly ask you both to sit and watch something like that happen to me."

The Rogue Prince appeared skeptical, "And you believe something like that will happen to you?"

Rhaenyra changes direction, addressing Daemon in defense of Y/n, "Childbirth is a woman's battlefield, Uncle. Many women, even the strongest, sometimes never survive it. It is the way of things... at least that is what my mother told me."

The princess turns back to Y/n, rounding the table to draw closer to her. A mist forms in Rhaenyra's eyes, clouded by distant, unpleasant memories, "I wasn't there when my mother died. I wish I was. Perhaps I could have been a form of comfort for her. I could have held my brother for however long he lived. I won't make that mistake again." She slowly moved her hands up, placing them on either side of Y/n's face to gently force their eyes to meet, stepping closer until their unborn child was snug between their bodies, "It would hurt me more if I was not there for you. Riding on dragonback while you faced this alone would not give me peace of mind. Please, allow me to stay with you."

Y/n hesitates, opening and closing her mouth but couldn't find the words she was searching for. Instead of refusing, she nods, letting out a shaking breath as Rhaenyra pulls her face in and kisses her cheek lovingly. They share that moment of silence, past ghosts still fresh in their minds before they both take a deep breath and turn to their prince, awaiting him.

Daemon moves around the table to join them, his pale eyes fixed on Y/n, "My mother was strong. Stronger than most of the women in my family... and my brother, they named him Aegon... he didn't survive long after she... I was too young to remember much, but I know that if I had the power, I would have taken my mother's pain from her. In a heartbeat. If I could somehow pull it from you, I would. Let me try."

Even if she was unsure of accepting the offer, Y/n didn't want to necessarily worry her lovers more by arguing further. She knew that if she wanted to refuse, she could, and they would respect her decision, no matter how much it would concern them. However, she couldn't bring herself to do so, nodding to Daemon in acceptance.

~~~~~~~~~

For the majority of her pregnancy, Y/n appeared blessed with easy, healthy milestones. Not to say Y/n didn't have any unpleasant days. She was nauseous toward the beginning and her feet ached when she began to grow round, but the biggest most unpleasant change was her attitude. Daemon and Rhaenyra were not the only ones who noticed Y/n's bite. Servants, maesters, and dragonkeepers alike noticed the change in aggression. It wasn't as though Lady Y/n was violent or unbearable, but if it wasn't for the known fact that she was a Strong, most people of Dragonstone would've initially believed she was born a Targaryen and not just married to one.

Laenor didn't appear to mind this new side of Y/n. In fact, he very much enjoyed it. It was like being back home in Driftmark with his sister, full of spirit and brutally honest.

"Must you always wear that pin?" Y/n sneered as she crossed the gardens to join the Velaryon, holding her stomach as she waddled.

Laenor grinned, standing up to help her into the chair next to him, "My sister gave it to me as a wedding gift. Don't tell me a seahorse makes you nauseous, too."

She groaned as she sat down, "The idea of the sea makes me nauseous."

He hummed in agreement as he settled beside her. They met almost daily in Aegon's Garden so the lady could get fresh air, and more times than not, they would summon Mushroom to entertain them. Today was no different, the fool making his appearance not long after Y/n and going about his newest routine of tricks and mischief.

As the fool performs, Laenor leans into the lady's space, "You're cross. And I doubt it's over my pin. What ails you, good aunt?"

She side-eyes him for the address of her title over him, eyebrows angled in annoyance as she spoke, "Both my husband and your wife have insisted on being with me for the birth."

His eyebrows raise, unsurprised, "And? Are you asking me to join as well?"

"Heavens, no, I wouldn't even play at the idea of you seeing my cunt."

"I appreciate it."

Y/n snorts and smacks his shoulder light-heartedly, "Shut up. I'm just... terrified that something bad will happen and they'll have to... watch the child or me or even both of us die."

"Why must you think about what might happen?"

"Because I'm a realist, Laenor."

The Verlaryon frowns, unconvinced, "You married a prince and secretly planned on carrying his children then passing them off as someone else's. Is that what you would consider being a realist?"

"Don't patronize me. I'm just simply stating that childbirth isn't easy. It's torture. Septas can romanticize it all they want but I wouldn't exactly listen to celibate women who have never borne a child. A wet nurse is likely to tell you the truth and the horrors behind the labors. Many women bleed out, or many of them birth stillborns. I... I've heard rumors of a more recent practice."

"Such as?"

She bites her lip and grows quiet, unsure if she should gossip about what she may or may not have learned. It wasn't a known rumor, and she had mostly heard it between women in the court of King's Landing. But if there was any lord she could trust, aside from her twin brother and her husband, it was Ser Laenor, "Maesters have learned that in order to save the child, they can cut the mother open and pull the infant from her womb. It's not ethical, but the studies show that if they must decide who to save if the threat of losing both is imminent, the maester will turn to the husband to decide."

"That's not even unethical. It's also barbaric!" Laenor exclaims, appalled as rage crosses his features, reminding Y/n that he was half Targaryen as well as Velaryon, "Surely, no one would approve of this method."

"I don't know. All I know is... it's not going to be easy."

"I would suggest raspberry leaf tea."

Both Laenor and Y/n look to the third voice, only to find Mushroom to be the only other person in the gardens. The dwarf fool had since stopped his tomfoolery and just stood there, looking at the pair of them expectedly, head tilted. Both of them looked at him, shocked as if they had forgotten he was there.

Y/n tilted her head back at him, curiosity getting the better of her, "Pardon?"

"Raspberry leaf tea." The dwarf stated confidently, puffing out his chest with pride.

"Perhaps you should properly address the lady before barging into her conversation, jester." Laenor's lips thin out, eyes narrowed suspiciously at the fool.

"It's alright, Ser Laenor." She mocks amusingly at the lord beside her before turning back to Mushroom, addressing the small man sweetly, "Why raspberries?"

"All whores know the ingredients and methods of concocting moon tea. In their line of work, it is essential and necessary." Mushroom flashes a vulpine grin, the corner of his lips stretching from ear to ear, "Not many men would bed a whore with child."

"Get to the point faster, fool." Laenor grumbled, nose scrunched in response to the dwarf's boldness, "I doubt you would talk to his lady wife in this manner if Prince Daemon were here."

"However, there are times moon tea does not work or a whore forgets to even drink it. There are times when children are born and to make the labors bearable, the whores have created a simple concoction, one that makes the birthing easier and sometimes faster. Raspberry leaf tea."

Y/n clung to every single word, awestruck and suspicious all at once, "And this tea does not harm the child?"

"Not to my knowledge."

Laenor stood once he realized that Y/n was actually entertaining the ideas of the fool, "I will speak with the maester to confirm or deny this."

"Thank you, Laenor." She smiled and watched him leave before turning her head back down to the dwarf in front of her, "And thank you, Mushroom."

Bells jingle obnoxiously as Mushroom dips into a bow, overplaying his courtesy with flair, "I am but a humble servant, my lady."

Doubtful but amused, Y/n laughed quietly under her breath, the small noise joining the soft, scented breeze of the garden, "I would hardly describe you as humble if you are to be believed knowledgeable in the methods of whores."

"Perhaps it's humble if I use my knowledge to soften my lady's worries," Mushroom beamed confidently, "After all, it would be a shame if maesters learned how to save the child, but not the mother."

"Well said, my fool."

~~~~~~~~~

Maester Gerardys listened to Laenor's suggestion and then proceeded to intently research before approving the consumption of such tea. He recommended Lady Y/n drink the tea before bed every night, and thus a new nightly routine was born. After such a heavy discussion about the dangers of childbirth, Rhaenyra was visibly relieved when Y/n took to finding solutions and even learned how to make the tea herself to aid her pregnant aunt.

In Mushroom's Testimony, published years down the road, the dwarf stated it was all because of the tea he had recommended to the Mother of Dragons prior to the birth that made the babe slip out so easily. He even spun a small tale about how the tea softened Lady Y/n's womb so much that she had barely noticed she had given birth. Much like a giraffe, Mushroom's tale would have us believe that Y/n had simply gotten up after her child was born and went about her day as if nothing ever happened.

Other scholars who wrote about such historical events did not agree with this, however, despite the fact that Mushroom was the only source to be on Dragonstone when Y/n Strong went into labor. It had been early morning when Y/n awoke in Rhaenyra's chambers, the sun not yet fully rising over the island but the sky was becoming a lovely purple and the stars were disappearing. Daemon had rolled over just as Y/n was trying to rise out of bed, Rhaenyra still unconscious to the world around her on the opposite side of her uncle.

"Careful, wife," Daemon muttered into the pillow, only half awake, "I wouldn't try getting out of bed so fast if I were you."

The responding thud that echoed throughout the room drove Prince Daemon into survival mode, waking every instinct he had as he lunged out of bed to search for Y/n. She had not gone far, having landed on her knees just at the foot of the bed, one hand holding her stomach while the other was placed on the floor below, holding her up.

Chaos erupted that early, quiet morning. Rhaenyra was roused as was the rest of the keep in response to Daemon's demand for the maester and the nurses. When asked, Y/n will look back and have little to no memory of what happened that fateful day. She remembered the labor being quicker than anticipated, given this was her first child, but over time she had forgotten what the pain felt like. Her mind was either not as sharp as it once was or it had purposefully locked away those certain traumatic events.

Needless to say, there were a few small things she remembered that she was able to reiterate in the future when asked. Maester Gerardys had refused to move Y/n from her knees on the floor, stating it was too late to place her in the child bed. The baby was coming quickly and it had barely given anyone enough time to prepare for its arrival. So Lady Y/n was forced to stay where she had landed, but she was not alone. She remembered holding onto Daemon for dear life and he dutifully stood still for her, anchoring her, gripping her arms though not as tight or as fiercely as she held onto him whilst she cried out in pain, resting her sweating forehead on the center of his chest. Rhaenyra had finally joined her as well, pulling her hair out of her face and occasionally rubbing her back and hips. The princess had gratefully taken a pillow from Elinda when she arrived to help and placed the pillow underneath poor Y/n's knees which were already bruised and will continue to be for the foreseeable future.

Daemon's heartbeat and Rhaenyra's gentle voice were all Y/n could remember apart from her screams. That, and the weird shifting of her internal organs as everything moved down with her baby and with gravity. After that, the pain subsided and Y/n remembered taking big, sobbing gulps of air, clinging onto Daemon weakly as every part of her body began to violently shake in exhaustion. Her gasps and cries were the only things echoing in her ears as the whole room bustled about, people scrambling and shouting that Y/n was unaware of. Daemon held her close and eventually demanded the maester that they move her to the bed. Gerardys agreed and by the time Daemon had lifted her into his arms, Y/n's hearing returned, and she realized that she was not the only one crying. Weakly, she turned her head in the direction of the baby's cries as Daemon laid her down over the pillows and blankets.

Nurses and maids were working frantically about the room, but one woman remained perfectly still among the chaos and Y/n instantly recognized her by her silver hair. Rhaenyra was sitting in a nearby chair, smiling widely to the point her cheeks had to hurt, her misty eyes staring down at the bloody, crying babe in her lap as Elinda knelt before the princess to wipe down the infant, not having the heart to take the child from her in order to clean it. Y/n's breath had been stolen again, and her gaze never broke from the infant even as a couple of the maids came around to help clean the blood and grime from her skin. She could briefly recollect Daemon's hand in hers and another gently brushing her hair, remaining dutifully at her side while Rhaenyra attended to the child.

With the babe finally cleaned and swaddled, Rhaenyra carefully lifted it into her arms as she stood up, moving toward the bed where her eyes finally met Y/n's, tear tracks of joy cutting through her flawless face, "A son, my love. Our Little Jace is here."

~~~~~~~~~

Jacaerys Velaryon.

Y/n has held babies before, though she might have been too young to remember it, and even then she was smaller. A baby would feel heavy and a lot bigger than they actually were in Young Y/n's arms. But now, fully grown and with her firstborn son in her arms, Y/n was awestruck by how little and fragile he was. He wasn't born early enough to be considered sickly and after fully inspecting him, Maester Gerardys confirmed that the boy was a picture of health and only a little smaller than average. Relieved she had managed to birth a healthy son without much of a risk, Y/n hardly had a care in the world even when she noticed the small tufts of dark, incredibly soft hair her son bore on the top of his little head.

However, the day after his birth, after she had been rested and Laenor was able to meet his son for the first time, Y/n spoke of the future with a shadow over her eyes, "On my wedding day, you said we would cross that bridge should our baby have dark hair."

Rhaenyra looked up from watching Laenor gently rocked Jace in his arms as he slowly traveled around the room, whispering softly to the sleeping baby. Y/n was sitting comfortably in a chair by the window and meets her princess' eyes, expression blank as she continued, "Well, he does. So how do you propose we convince the world that he's yours and Ser Laenor's child?"

"Laenor's grandmother was a Baratheon. She had dark hair." Rhaenyra comments hopefully.

The dark-haired woman shook her head in response, "It won't matter. You know as well as I that the lords of the realm won't see reason in that. They only need one reason, however small, to proclaim you as an unfit heir to the throne."

"We have a fail-safe."

"Which is...?"

Daemon, still watching Laenor and Jacaerys like a hawk, spoke in regards to Y/n's question, "We let the kingdoms whisper."

"Daemon," Rhaenyra chided him, the prince shrugging without a care. His niece sighs, turning back to Y/n with a sheepish expression, "It's only half true. We let them whisper, but we misdirect them. In the public eye, I am Jace's legitimate mother. That will be indisputable. No one could deny that. But his father... it would have to be someone close to you in appearance. Someone who would do anything for you and for the crown. Someone we trust."

Y/n was no fool, but disbelief can be a bitch and it was disbelief that drove Y/n to slowly come to the realization behind Rhaenyra's words. There is a clear, hidden meaning behind how she had phrased this mystery man and Y/n wanted to outright deny it at first before she caught sight of Daemon staring at her expectedly. He trusted her to come to the same conclusion on her own and she did, albeit with a dry throat, "... My brother?"

"Yes. Ser Harwin." Rhaenyra nodded.

A flash of hurt appeared and then quickly vanished over her eyes as she looked between her two lovers, "Why was I not informed about this?"

"Because we knew you wouldn't want your brother to risk himself."

"And yet you still went through with your original plans?"

"Yes, because we also knew that your brother would do anything to protect you," Rhaenyra crossed the room, kneeling down to Y/n and clasping her hands, "He's loyal to Daemon as a soldier of the City Watch, he's loyal to me as the future Queen of Westeros and most importantly he's loyal to you as his sister. He's the perfect ally to have in King's Landing while we establish our family here on Dragonstone."

"And... and he knows about our arrangement? He's aware of all of this?"

"Yes."

A decision is made in Y/n's mind and it physically shows over her facial features, the uncertainty melting into one of petulant acceptance as she gently but firmly pulls her hands out of Rhaenyra's to take a cup of tea from the table beside her, "Next time you do something behind my back that would make me look like a fool, just don't tell me."

Unbeknownst to her, Y/n's lovers will take that promise to heart in the far future.

~~~~~~~~~

Rhaenyra writes to her father first, officially announcing the birth of her and Laenor's firstborn son. Daemon waits a few days after Rhaenyra's raven has gone before he writes a letter to Ser Harwin, inviting him to Dragonstone to visit with his sister. The prince also implied that he would like to have a soldier he could trust to be here while his niece and Ser Laenor adjust to parenthood. He had added this in case the letter was ever intercepted and considered suspicious, in case someone clever knew how to fit the missing pieces of the puzzle. King Viserys' response was joyful, congratulating his daughter and practically begging her to bring his first grandchild to King's Landing when she and the baby are well enough. Following Viserys' letter was another from the capital, announcing Ser Harwin's departure and expected arrival at House Targaryen's ancestral home.

After the letter had been received, Y/n would often find herself in the Sea Dragon Tower, usually in Laenor's chambers, overlooking the sea and waiting for a ship that would likely have her brother on board. Laenor didn't mind the intrusion as long as Y/n brought Jace with her-- or so he claimed. Despite the feigned annoyance, he always made sure Y/n had the chair with the most cushion to be seated at the window and would summon a wet nurse if his good aunt appeared not to have the strength to feed the babe herself. He secretly didn't despise her little visits if it meant getting to know the baby meant to portray as his son. The knighted Velaryon was already full of love for this child, despite the fact he didn't sire him. Nevertheless, he couldn't wait to introduce the boy to his parents and sister.

During one of these visits, Y/n finally spotted distant sails floating toward the island, her heart leaping for joy as she got to her feet, proclaiming her brother's arrival. Laenor had laughed and urged her to take it easy and not exert herself. With the babe in one arm, he offered the other to Y/n, which she took and together they brought Jace down to the gardens where Y/n was to anxiously wait for her twin. Laenor handed Jace over to his birth mother once she had been seated and for extra measure, kissed the babe's forehead and wished Y/n luck before retreating. Y/n spent the time cooing softly to her infant as she waited, trying not to feed the urge to get up and meet her brother halfway up the stairs leading to the keep. She doesn't have to wait long before she heard someone enter the garden. When she quickly looked up, she found Ser Harwin Breakbones, the same man she remembered leaving behind in King's Landing. Only at the sight of him did she finally stand, babe in arms, and scrutiny on her tongue.

"You fool. You stupid, loyal fool."

Harwin laughs joyfully, "Hello to you, too, sweet sister."

"Shut up."

He rushes forward and brings Y/n into a hug, being as gentle as possible with the baby between them. Y/n melted into the embrace, taking the time to breathe in that familiar scent of home and family before the twins slowly pull away. Harwin beams down at the infant in his sister's arms, "I take it that this is what you were referring to when you mentioned an impossible task. I don't know about you, Y/n, but this looks as though you know how to make the impossible possible. He's a handsome one. What do you call him?"

Her smile is infectious as she lifts her son up higher for his uncle to see him, "We named him Jacaerys. Jace for short."

"Jace," Harwin removed his leather glove and gently placed his bare hand over the top of the boy's head, marveling at how it easily fit into his palm, "Strapping young lad."

"Yes... he already has a dragon."

"Are you fibbing?"

"No, I swear!" Her eyes sparkled in awe as she relayed the story to him, "The egg hatched in his crib a few nights ago. Until Jace is old enough to tame it, it will be under close watch."

The amazement and possibly terror lingers for a moment before Harwin's gaze softens to one of worry, "Y/n... tell me how you are."

She tilts her head, "How do you mean?"

"Are they treating you well? Are you cared for? You can tell me the truth. If they treat you poorly, just say the word and I'll bring you and the boy to Harrenhal. You'll never have to--"

"Harwin." Y/n laughs quietly under her breath, holding Jace in one arm while she takes a hand to gently pat Ser Breakbones' cheek, smiling fondly, "I love you, brother, but you truly are a fool. Even if I was treated unfairly, you cannot protect me from dragons, especially not at Harrenhal of all places. But I'm happy to inform you that that would never be the case. Daemon loves me, as does Rhaenyra. They could never harm me."

She sits down on a garden bench and invites her brother to follow, "How did they come about asking for your aid?"

"Originally, they didn't think I would need to take part in this web they intend to spin," Harwin explained, "Prince Daemon assured me that he would only send a letter if your child was born looking more like a Strong than a Targaryen."

Y/n nods automatically, "Daemon is playing his part well, pretending to be Jace's uncle... though he tries keeping his distance."

She had been staring sadly down at the bundle in her arms, drawing Harwin to a worrying conclusion, "Do you think your husband despises the fact Jace does not look Targaryen?"

"No. At least-- I don't think so." She shook her head, unsure, "I want to believe that he's slowly realizing just how hard this whole situation is going to be for us carrying Laenor and Rhaenyra's children. Once Jace and any siblings he might have start growing, Daemon and I will have to stop parenting them and start pretending to be their aunt and uncle. Knowing my husband, he's probably thinking that when that day comes, it will hurt less if he started keeping his distance now rather than later."

Harwin nods in acknowledgment, believing he understood what his sister meant, "Prince Daemon has always struggled with arranged marriages--"

"I may have been an arranged wife to him at the beginning, Harwin, but that is no longer the case." She reminds him, "As I said, Daemon and Rhaenyra grew to love me and I grew to love them in return. That's likely when Daemon realized that this arrangement was going to be hard, knowing he couldn't openly love our children when they get older."

"I understand." He decides to change the subject, leaning over to gently stroke Jace's little face with a single finger, "What is to be done with the King?"

A different kind of shadow falls over Y/n's face, "Rhaenyra and Laenor will fly to King's Landing with Jace and his hatchling."

Harwin peered up, eyebrows raised, "And you agreed to this?"

"My son is a Targaryen, no matter who he was born to. The King's own mother would fly on her dragon's back when both of her sons were infants. While they're gone, Daemon suggests I try flying with him."

"Y/n..."

"I am Daemon's wife. I've never heard of a dragon harming his rider's wife."

"Still, I have seen you grow ill from tall heights and unsteady ground."

Y/n scoffs when she catches the mockery in his voice, nudging him with her elbow, "You embarrass me, brother... Daemon and Rhaenyra call me the Mother of Dragons. I should probably learn to fly with my children someday, don't you think?"

~~~~~~~~~

Harwin stayed in Dragonstone for a full moon cycle before planning his return to King's Landing per his father's summons. With the Hand's request also came the King's, begging his daughter to bring her son to him as soon as possible. Rhaenyra had prolonged this enough and announced it was time for her and Laenor to present the babe to the King's court. They would wait until Ser Harwin had returned to King's Landing, then they would follow on dragonback. The morning came for the heir of Harrenhal to disembark once again, and so Y/n stood on the docks of Dragonstone with her son in her arms in order to watch him leave.

Harwin smiled while placing his hand on Jace's head once more, "It won't be such a tiresome journey knowing that I'll be seeing you again in the capital soon. You behave for your mother in the meantime."

The strong knight then leaned over and kissed the top of Y/n's head, "As for you. Promise you'll write to me. As much as you can."

"Until my wrist falls off," she promised, "Give Father and Larys my love. Tell them I miss them."

"I will. Until next time, Mother of Dragons."

~~~~~~~~~

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Next chapter will have time skips. As I said, I will be taking a break from this series after all the frustration I went through just to post it. Please support my kofi and other fics. If you want to check out other fics that are not Game of Thrones related, my ao3 is Po_ta_toes, thank you!

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[violetarks]

track 29: take your time

track 28 | track list | track 30

anime: attack on titan

character: porco galliard (band! au)

summary: y/n, the bassist of the band 'paradís', finds herself in middle of a 'publicity stunt' with none other than a rival band's drummer. porco, the mentioned member of 'marley', doesn't care about her at all. but they can only ignore each other for so long.

status: ongoing

warnings: afab! reader, she/her pronouns used

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[missymurphy1985]

The Saviour (Part 9) - Tommy Shelby X Fem!Reader

Warning - unwanted pregnancy / adoption / kidnapping / labour / childbirth

This got long.... Sorry.... 🤣

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The days blended into each other. Locked in a small bedroom within the manor house you were held captive in, you could only see a small sliver of daylight through a boarded up window. Was it night time, or just a cloudy day? Was that rain?

You judged it by how many bowls of grainy porridge you were fed - you were on ten so far. Ten breakfasts. At least you thought they were breakfasts - they could have been serving you that sludge three times a day for all you knew. Fuck knows how long you'd been in there.

The cramps in your abdomen started before you fell asleep. Nothing too painful for now, just little twinges, and a tightening sensation across your belly with each one. You checked your underwear regularly - still dry. Probably false contractions, Paul had warned you about them a few months back.

"Stay in there a little longer," you stroked your bump carefully, still praying for some kind of miracle, someone finding you and getting you out before your girls arrived. You had no idea if they even were girls.. but you had dreams every night of beautiful, dark haired girls running around a field of daisies, playing hopscotch. You wished you didn't dream of them... You knew they weren't yours to keep.. especially now.

Feeling a strong tightening across your belly, you winced. That was sharp.. standing up from your small bed slowly, you held under your bump and walked to the door. Knocking it, you waited. No answer.

Another knock, harder this time. Still nothing.

You knew there was a guard out there, you heard him earlier, he kept whistling to piss you off. Stupid little tunes that Jack used to play in the brothel while you were being abused by politicians in your chambers.

You heard something - footsteps? Was someone coming? Another wave of pain gripped you and you doubled down onto the floor, letting out a low groan from the intensity of it.

"YN?!"

Alfie?? Was that Alfie??

"I'm in here!!!" You screamed.

"I can't get in, I need the keys!!" Your brother shouted through the door.

"The guard had them!" You yelled.

"Shelby, be a love and find that guard's body will you?"

Shelby?? No.. oh fuck no...

It felt like an age, but was probably only ten minutes or so, before you heard another voice with Alfie's. A voice you prayed you'd never hear again.

"Are you okay?" Tommy asked, peering through the slot in the door, seeing you on all fours on the floor.

"I will be when you get me out of here..." The pains subsided a little, you tried to catch your breath. Involuntarily rocking on your knees, swaying forwards and backwards. Anything to ease the pressure in your pelvis.

The door finally opened, and Alfie moved quickly. Too quickly for you, you held him back with one arm outstretched.

"Wait..." You gasped, feeling another contraction. He looked at you confused, completely oblivious.

"YN...?" Tommy approached slowly, blood on his knuckles, scratches on his face, but nothing but concern etched across his features.

"I can explain," you said, easing back onto your knees slowly. His eyes widened at the sight of you.

"Fucking hell..." He gasped, backing away slowly. His eyes darting between you and your bump, back to Alfie, back to you again.

"When the fuck did that happen?!" Alfie yelled, furiously.

"Can we discuss this another time please?!" You winced, standing slowly. Tommy moved a red-faced Alfie out of the way and wrapped his coat over your shoulders. Guiding you gently, he led you out of the room.

Alfie followed you both down to the car. Fortunately you had some respite from the contractions, Tommy was able to help you into the back seat without any issue.

"How did you find me?" You asked once the car pulled out of the driveway. You could see a line of sheet covered bodies on the tarmac, men in peaked caps surrounding them.

"Grace left a fortnight ago, said she was visiting a sick relative. Something didn't add up, so I had my boys track her down. They found her here with Jack a few days ago, said they saw a young woman with them that matched your description. They neglected to tell me you were pregnant."

"Yeah..."

"Was I ever going to find out?" He was angry. His jawline jutted out, his fists gripping the steering wheel.

"No..."

"I see."

"Tommy I'm sorry okay, I didn't..." You paused, no longer able to speak as a wave of pressure pushed into your pelvis, and with it you felt a pop. No gush of water like you'd read about, but you certainly could feel something leaking from between your legs.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your little reunion, but would someone kindly tell me what the fuck is going on here?!" Alfie suddenly reminded you of his presence in the passenger seat.

You gripped the back of his chair tight as you felt a contraction, gritting your teeth. Tommy took your hand and brought it onto his shoulder.

"Gunshot wound a few years back - no feeling in it. I like my leather seats," he joked, and you couldn't help but smile.

"She's pregnant. She's in labour, actually. And unless I've put 2 and 2 together and come up with 7, I'd say that's my baby she's about to give birth to on my back seat if we don't hurry up and get her back to Small Heath," Tommy explained. Alfie looked at him with such anger and contempt, you were seriously concerned whether or not you'd make it back anywhere without him decapitating your driver...

"You fucking what, mate?!"

"Babies..."

Both of them turned around at that.

"What?!" In unison. Like a fucking double act this pair...

"Twins, and my waters have already broken. So unless you want me to push these babies out on your nice, fancy leather seats I suggest you put your fucking foot down!"

************************************************************

Between the contractions that were getting steadily more frequent and painful, and the cross examination Tommy was getting from your brother, you'd never been so grateful to hear Tommy say you were close to Small Heath. By this point you were kneeling on the floor. The only comfortable position you could find.

"YN, are you okay?" Tommy asked from the driver's seat.

"I'm so sorry I didn't tell you..." You wheezed between contractions.

He didn't say anything, just stared straight ahead at the road, his mind whirring at 110 miles per hour.

"How far?!" Alfie reached back and placed a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it lightly.

"Five miles," Tommy answered, flooring the pedals.

You wanted to scream, you wanted to say something but all you could manage was a muffled groan as your body started to take over - the need to push overtaking any rational thought you had in you.

"She ain't got five miles in her Tom," Alfie felt you tense and bear down.

"Fuck... You're driving," Tommy ordered, slamming the brakes on and getting out of the car. He opened the back door and climbed in, one leg either side of you on the floor.

"I can't do this..."

"Yes you can," his hands cupped your cheeks gently and he leaned forwards, resting his forehead against yours.

"We can," he said, eyebrows raised, eyes intense.

You nodded in reply, before another wave of agony swept over you, a deep, low groan coming from your chest as you hunkered down between his legs. His hands ran over the length of your spine, soothing you.

Alfie hit the accelerator and you were back on the move.

Tommy felt your body tense, he felt you bear down, and instinct took over.

"Ah fuck, Alfie, hurry up!"

Tommy lifted you onto the seat, resting you against the door. Seconds later his hands were pulling your underwear down your legs, then hitching your dress up to your waist.

"Alfie, drive to Watery Lane. Find Polly!"

"YN?" Alfie looked at you, fear and concern replacing his earlier anger. You looked back at him and nodded, gripping the door handle next to you.

"What are you doing?" You gasped, taking a breath.

"I was there when my mum give birth to Finn - Dad was off somewhere shagging one of his whores, Arthur was probably out with him. Ada was the only one of us in the house who knew where the doctor lived so it was just me and her until they came back. Finn was born as they came through the door," he explained, taking off his suit jacket and rolling up his sleeves.

"I'm so sorry, Tommy...." You sobbed, feeling yourself panic.

"Enough. We can talk later. You need to focus on getting our babies out, and nothing else, understood?" His borderline harsh tone snapped you out of your panic and he held your knees apart.

"You need to breathe, YN," he smiled, noticing you bracing, waiting for the next contraction.

"No... No no no no...."

"If you need to push, then push, don't hold it," the hard tone was back, almost like he was giving orders in France, and you bore down as hard as you could - your body taking over. A low moan escaping your lips, his hand clasping yours, hooking it under your knee. He brought your other hand up to hook your other knee up.

"Keep them there, that's it, you're doing good," he grinned as the contraction eased off, a hard exhale leaving your body.

"Keep breathing, deep breaths."

"Am I done yet?"

"I'm not answering that."

"I cannot believe my mate knocked my fucking sister up," Alfie laughed from the front seat, and Tommy took his flat cap off and smacked the back of his head with it.

You suddenly felt the wave again, gripping Tommy's hand tight and pushing for all you were worth.

"I can see a head, keep going! Push, push, push..."

The burn was almost intolerable. Intense pressure and a splitting, burning feeling between your legs.

"That's it, good, good," Tommy was encouraging you through each wave, your fingers almost crushing his under your knee but he barely flinched. It was almost like he'd gone onto autopilot - his only focus was your babies.

"Your body's pushing by itself, let it happen, breathe with me," one hand was between your legs, guiding baby A through, his eyes were on yours, little breaths in unison with you. You felt like you were being ripped apart, but his steady gaze kept you calm.

You barely registered the car stopping, Alfie climbing out, then a short while later the car doors being opened. You heard a woman's voice commanding Tommy out of the car.

"Not now, Pol, just hand me a knife," he pushed her back gently, and she handed him a blade. She climbed into the front seat and hovered over you both, keeping a watchful eye.

"Tommy!!!" You screamed as the burning passed and was replaced by a blinding pressure.

"Chin down, push!" Bearing down, you felt an overwhelming relief as your first baby slid straight into her father's hands. He lifted up the screaming bundle and sliced the cord with the knife, placing her straight onto your chest.

"Oh my god... Oh my god..." You cried, holding the beautiful little girl close, shock surging through you. Instinctively pulling your dress down, you allowed the bundle to feed. Tommy's hand came into view, soothing the little one's cries with a stroke of her cheek, you could hear him choking back a sob at the sight of her.

"Fuck me, she's perfect... She's perfect..." He sobbed, a huge grin on his face.

"Tommy, Alfie said twins?" Polly interrupted the moment, bringing you both back to reality.

"YN, can you move?" Tommy asked you, wanting to get you indoors. There was already a crowd forming around the car from the commotion caused on Watery Lane.

You shook your head, feeling the waves of contractions kick-starting again. Polly carefully took your daughter from you, wrapping her in her scarf and handing her to Tommy, who carried her out of the car. Polly was suddenly in front of you, a big smile on her face and kind eyes just like Tommy's.

"Let's meet her sibling, shall we?"

The door behind you suddenly opened, and you found yourself propped up against Tommy's chest, his arms under yours, supporting your weight.

"Where is she?"

"Uncle Alfie's taking care of her," he smiled, kissing your cheek. You could see Alfie holding the little bundle in his arms behind Polly, his eyes glassed over with tears as little hands reached for his beard.

"Tommy I can't do it again, please..."

"You can. I'm right here, come on," there wasn't time to think, your body once again defied you and you bore down. Each push came with a scream from the bottom of your chest, deep groans as you gave it all you had left in you. Gripping Tommy's hands, you could see his fingers turning white from the pressure, but he never wavered.

Another scream from you, and all you heard was a baby's cry, followed by Polly announcing the arrival of not a girl, as you expected, but a boy.

He was placed on your chest as his sister was not ten minutes earlier, Polly sliced the cord and got to work delivering the placenta while you and Tommy gazed at your son.

"My god, YN..."

"He has your eyes," you smiled, stroking his face gently.

"She has yours," he chuckled, and called Alfie over. Taking your daughter from him, he placed her carefully next to her brother on your chest, wrapping the scarf over them both as they snuggled together.

An overwhelming feeling of love and contentment swamped you. The need and desire to protect these little people you'd created, wanting to give them everything you never had.

You still weren't sure you'd be able to... If you could do it. Would Tommy really step up and be a father? Or just a benefactor? Or would he just walk away, never to be seen again?

Would Alfie ever forgive him?

#cillian murphy #tommy shelby x smut #tommy x fem!reader #tommy x y/n #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby fanfic #thomas shelby x pregnant reader #thomas shelby x smut #thomas shelby x you #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby

[lovesatoru]

𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐫

warnings: none!

suddenly i’m going into an eren brainrot so enjoy!

- eren will definitely just blow up your phone with whatever random thoughts he’s having. he doesn’t care if you don’t answer right away, he just needs to tell you right then and there that he just saw the cutest dog walk past him on the street.

- he will always “borrow” your hairties (if you have any) after he grew his hair out. by borrowing i mean he takes them and then loses them after he’s done with them.

- pretends to be annoyed when you steal his sweatshirts, but he can’t deny the smile that makes it way on to his face when he sees you in them. or he goes feral and just wants you right then and there

- y’all will be cuddling in bed, him wrapped around you until all of sudden you have this man lying right on top of you. sometimes he just does that, just cause he can.

- boy isn’t the best cook, but he has his few different things he actually can make pretty good! he loves to cook for you when he can, but also will enjoy cooking with you!

- you make him so mf smiley all the time it’s so cute. you’ll just be doing something simple as watching tv and eren is just staring at you, grinning. he just loves you so much.

- when it comes to PDA, eren doesn’t really mind! he’ll kiss you whenever and wherever. if you’re not big on PDA, he’s also totally cool with that.

- talks about you to his friends all the time. he doesn’t even realize he talks about you that much, but he does.

- loves to have you sit on his lap while he’s playing video games. in between games, he’ll take off his headset and just kiss you all over your face!! then he puts it back on and he’s back to the game.

- eren’s love language is quality time. whenever he can spend time with you, he’s there. he just wants to be with you whenever he can.

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[candy-and-writing]

make it all better

summary: after comforting you from a nightmare, steve and bucky always know how to make everything better

warnings: allusions to past rape, allusions to sexual assault, fluff, trauma, ptsd, our boys are real sweethearts

taglist: @ally22042000 @sightiff

a/n: goodness, okay. hello, again! it’s been a while since i posted anything! this is for @eun-dadplease 5k celebration (nothing line submitting a story an hour before it’s due 🥲) anyway, i hope you like this, it isn’t as detailed or as long as i hoped it would be, i’ve got finals this week and school has been killing me

disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this work aside from the OC/reader that is given below, all other characters—unless specified—belong to Marvel and the MCU. I am NOT responsible for your media content consumption. This work is not intended for those under the age of 18 due to explicit sexual content and/or dark themes. By reading this work you agree that you are at least 18 years of age. I DO NOT CONSENT to have my work posted on any third party app or website; if you are seeing this work anywhere other than tumblr and archiveofourown, it has been reposted without my permission. DON’T. STEAL. MY. WORK.

The world spun around you. The bright lights above you circled each other above you as you stared up at them. You couldn't move, your shivering frame glued to the cold floor. Your lips parted as you tried to scream, yet your voice was silent. You screamed until you were breathless, but nothing reverberated off the walls.

"What's the matter, Angel? Cat got your tongue?"

You heard his voice, his chuckle echoing in your ears, but you couldn't see him. You felt his hands on you, touching you as you were frozen to the ground, unable to move or scream for help.

"Be a good girl now, Angel, maybe I'll be gentle."

-

The screaming woke Bucky up in a cold sweat. He shot up with a gasp as the shrill shriek echoed through the walls of his room. He shoved Steve, who was asleep beside him. Steve woke with a jolt, his hair disheveled from sleep and a pattern of wrinkles from his pillow imprinted into his cheek.

"What?" Steve slurred, blinking up at Bucky. Bucky was already out of bed, yanking a shirt over his head.

"It's Y/n, she's—"

Bucky was cut short by another terrified wail resonating throughout the room. Steve rushed out of bed, clumsily shuffling on a pair of pants before he followed Bucky out of the room. Natasha opened her door, looking at the pair.

"You guys got it?" she asked, stifling a yawn.

"Yeah," Steve said, "we got her. Go back to bed."

Natasha nodded, giving Steve and Bucky a quick wave before she closed her bedroom door. The two super soldiers rushed to your room, just opposite of Natasha's, and carefully opened your door.

You were curled into a ball, the covers kicked off the bed. You clutched your pillow as tears streamed down your cheeks, sweat beading at your hairline. You cried out again, your grip tightening on your pillow. Bucky crouched down beside your bed, gently brushing a strand of sweat-soaked hair away from your face, cooing as you whimpered.

"Y/n, honey," Bucky crooned. "It's okay, it's just a dream, doll."

His knuckles grazed your cheek and your eyes open with a gasp. You shot up and immediately began to shuffle away from Bucky, nearly falling off the bed. Bucky launched himself forward and grabbed your arm before you fell, pulling you back toward him.

"It's okay, Y/n, it's just us," Bucky says gently, holding his hands out like a sign of surrender.

"Bucky?" Your voice was cracked and hoarse from screaming. "S—Steve?"

"Yeah, sweetheart," Steve smiled, sitting beside you. "We're here. It's okay."

Your lower lip began to wobble and you reached out for Steve, who embraced you in a hug. Steve shushed you as you cried into his shoulder, petting your hair softly.

"It's okay, sweetheart. You're okay. It was just a dream."

"Hey, honey," Bucky cooed. "How about I go warm you up some of that cider from yesterday, yeah? How does that sound?"

You nodded against Steve's chest, arms latched across the back of his neck as you clung to him. Steve rubbed your back gently, kissing your temple as Bucky left your room.

"You're okay, sweetheart, it was just a dream," Steve whispered. "Can you try to talk to me? Tell me what your dream was about?"

Steve felt you part your lips and stutter, like you were trying to form words. The shaking in your shoulders got worse and you let out a broken sob, trying to wiggle closer to him.

Steve shushed you. "It's okay, sweetie, it's okay. Take a deep breath, yeah? Can you do that?"

You start to take in a shuddering inhale, the exhale coming out in a rushed sob. Steve coos, cuddling you close.

"You're alright, sweetheart. Just take a deep breath in —" His chest inflates and you do your best to follow. "Hold it for a few seconds, and then let it out slowly."

Your exhale comes out quicker than his, but he still praises you.

"That's good, sweetie, that's so good. Can we do it again? Breathe in for one, two, three. . . hold it for a second, then let it out."

You followed his instructions, breathing in for three seconds before holding it and letting it out.

"Good girl. Do you want your stuffie?"

You nodded, sniffling as your chest began to ache.

"Where's it at?"

Bucky entered the room then, a steaming mug of apple cider in his hand.

"It's right here," he said, bending to pick it up from the ground. He reached it out for you to grab. "Here you go, honey. Here’s Winter.”

“Winnie,” you whined, hugging the stuffed animal close to your chest.

“Right,” Bucky smiled, “Sorry.”

You’re still tucked into Steve’s chest when he shifts you so your legs are draped over his thighs.

“Do you want your cider?” Bucky asked. You nod and Bucky hands you the warm ceramic.

You sip the drink slowly, relishing in the warmth that spreads throughout your chest at each swallow. Steve and Bucky watch patiently as your eyelids start to droop, your grip on the mug becoming lax.

“Sweetheart,” Steve said gently. “I need you to try to talk to us, okay?”

You shook your head. “I don’t want to.”

“Honey, we’ve talked about this,” Bucky sighed. “You can’t heal unless you talk to someone, remember what the doctor said?”

You shook your head again, trying to curl in on yourself. “Was bad. . . .”

Steve kissed your temple. “I know, sweetie, I’m sorry. What can we do?”

You shrugged, playing with the fur on your stuffie.

“Was or the same dream?” Bucky asked.

You nodded.

“It’s okay now, sweetheart,” Steve said. “It’s all over, you’re safe now. Buck and I aren’t gonna let anyone hurt you.”

“That’s right,” Bucky agreed.

You sniffled, rubbing your nose as you nodded.

“How about we stay with you tonight, does that sound good?” Bucky asked you. “Or you can come to our room?”

“Your room,” you answered.

“Alright then, princess, c’mere and hold on tight.”

You clutch onto Bucky as he lifts you off of Steve’s lap, still hugging your stuffie close. You closed your eyes and inhaled Bucky’s scent as he carried you down the hale, getting lost in the woodsy scent of him. You imagined you were in the middle of a forest, picking fresh oranges from your orange tree. You could hear the crickets chirping, the rushing water of a nearby creek.

Bucky set you down on the bed, pulling the covers up to your chest as you laid down. You found yourself surrounded by the two super soldiers, Steve hugging you from behind while Bucky’s breath tickled your face.

“Get some sleep, baby” Bucky cooed. “We’re right here if you need us.”

You fell asleep hugging your stuffie close while Steve and Bucky surrounded you.

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[hollyhomburg]

Who did the pregnancy with triplets go? Where there any complications?

I think there where a few- I think maybe early on she got a little sick and sent the rest of Packtan into a panic- it wasn’t more than anything but a cold and her belly wasn’t large enough to make them wonder, “huh? maybe it’s more than one pup?” it’s just a little pretty bump that pokes out from your skirt, and from the bed when Namjoon puts you on bed rest until your cough subsides, you try to tell them it’s nothing but they insist, and Taehyung is the one to take care of you while you’re sick, monitoring your fever and keeping you snuggled with his hands folded over your tummy.

 Jungkook stopping by occasionally to sit on the edge of the bed and talk to you and your baby bump- it endears you how he asks them questions and rubs little circles on your bump, he’s such a soft alpha- but he makes you feel like a lovesick pup when he nuzzles in close. 

then with the actual birth- I think there were a few tense moments because the labour was so long- more than a day, you’re so scared when you're walking with Yoongi and Hoseok, suddenly stopping on the path, almost doubling over as the first contraction hits you, Yoongi barely catching you before your knees buckle. the two of them guiding you to the packhouse and calling for someone to go get the others. 

In their culture- I think that it’s common for only omegas to be in the delivery room, in your case- Jimin, Seokjin, and Yoongi to help with the other omega healer whom you’re comfortable with- the same one who has helped you deliver more than 4 dozen pups over the last few years. the only reason why Yoongi’s allowed in the room is because you ask him too- not initially planning on it until you’re there, pale face and scared. The alphas wait outside to meet the new pups, their own pups all wrangled by a trusted friend away from the room where you’re giving birth to give you privacy. 

All of them are too sick with worry and are glad to have them away for a little bit, Namjoon can’t stop pacing, Hoseok’s legs jumping up and down where he sits. Jungkook badgering anyone who leaves the room for an update. Tae next to hobi holding his hand, whispering words “She’ll be okay, she’s with yoongi and the others and they’d never let anything happen.” Hoseok needs the comfort- he’s always particularly jumpy when one of the omegas is in labour. his own mother died giving birth to him and he can’t help but get this way and every time. His chest tight, his ears ringing in the silence, every breath too shallow. 

they all stand up when they hear a sharp sound of crying, and then its all of them crowding around the door, jimin exits. holding a small little bundle, and Jungkook actually lets out a river of tears as jimin set’s the pup into his arms. “the maids should be getting some water warmed up and I need you to wash him and then bring him back- she can’t be separated from him for too long, she’s already in distress and she’s still in labor,” “still?! you mean we were right?” “yes- the midwife thinks there are two more” “two!?” they shout, equal parts excitement and fear as jimin disappear back into the room. 

Jungkook shakes, and cries and the others let out a little wet noise when they see him and his son- but together- they manage to wash the babe, scent-mark him, and give him back to Jimin when he comes out, the next pup already ready to be handed off. Hoseok’s hands running through the little curls. already there- a little alpha girl, Hoseok can’t let her go- once she’s in his arm he knows- this little pup is apart of his soul.

There is a long long time between the second pup and the third. hours that drag on into the morning, their worry getting worse with every minute. namjoon can’t stop pacing, more than one nurse comes out with blood on the front of their aprons, namjoon hears screaming and almost loses it- almost barges through the door but Taehyung keeps him back, murmuring calm words that you’re almost through it, that soon- you’ll be okay. and in the next moment, Namjoon starts crying. Shoves his fist in his mouth to stop the noises.

 “Do you want to hold her?” Hoseok asks, his voice tremulous and shakey,  and namjoon calms a little, when he says hello to Hoseok’s pup, a little precoital thing that immediately closes her hand around his big finger, Hoseoks face pressed into Joon’s neck, breathing in the smell of his alpha and trying to release his own comforting hormones. 

“I always forget how tiny they are when they first come out, they’re even smaller than the twins where” Taehyung nods at that, and Jungkook giggles as they all kneel in front of Namjoon’s lap, Jungkook gently poking at the child, a little prod for each toe that pokes out of the blanket. All of them giving little lovesick sighs when she squirms, tickled by Jungkooks fingers. Already he feels the tug to his own child in the other room, wants to be with him and you. 

But eventually, a nurse comes out and takes even Hoseok’s child to be back next to you, you’d been crying for her apparently. And they know they can’t be separated from you for long right now. 

The next time Jimin comes out- it’s with tears on his cheeks, namjoon feels his stomach lurch before he sees that the omega is smiling and crying, Becoming them in. A maid is just clearing out the sheets and the mess and you sit underneath a clean blanket on fresh sheets with a pup in your arms, Seokjin sitting next to you holding your head against his shoulder, and Hungkook’s small bundle of hope in his. Yoongi wrapping up Hoseoks pup back in its little bundle after checking something. Washing his hands and Taking off his bloody apron looking exhausted after Hoseok takes her from him. 

You look exhausted too- you all do. But is that-

Namjoon smells her, soft and small, the smallest pup, The one tucked close under your chin. your hair sweaty and brought back away from your face. “is she-” he asks- voice thick in his throat. you nod, hand patting the spot open to your side, “come meet your daughter Joonie” he openly sobs when he holds her for the first time- the same thing he did with jin’s twins that were also his. 

The babies are giggled over- cried over, and scent marked. all of them sit around you on the bed, taking turns saying hello. at one point jimin has two in his arms and nuzzles in close to the third one in your lap, “god I want-” “Don’t say you want more” you gripe, making everyone laugh- because you look absolutely exhausted and are near nodding off. Hoseok’s little one is the first one to cry for food, gently handed back to you, Hoseok’s hand smoothing over her head where she suckles, propped up on your arm. 

There isn’t a dry eye in the room as you all settle in falling asleep with one of the babes on your chest after the last one- the littlest has fed. The other omegas and betas going downstairs to sleep with the other 5 pups, Jin’s smallest, already come asking for him. The pup is so happy to meet his little brother and little sisters, but also wanting jinnie back with him. But for right now- the alphas can’t be parted from you, and watch you fall gently to sleep, a pup in each lap. yoongi isn’t far. comes in periodically to check your condition. 

But Eventually, namjoon makes him go to sleep too, the oldest beta leaning close and nuzzling into Namjoon’s neck, and then close to the tiny pup in his arms, “you need to get uglier really” yoongi comments dryly when the pup smiles up at him, eyes still closed, showing an adorable dimple she must have gotten from her father. “You’re not allowed to be so cute- I’m banning you” 

“banning her from what?”

 “I don’t know, banned from something” 

“she’s gonna be so spoiled” 

“I can’t wait” 

~❤️~

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[goldenkirstein]

a trace of innocence

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pairing: bokuto koutarou x gn! reader

wc: 713

cw: smut (18+ minors DNI), oral (m! receiving), cum eating, facial, deepthroating, spit mention.

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smut under the cut

"Cum on my face."

Bokuto thinks he's dreaming when he hears those words tumble out of your spit-slick, swollen lips.

How is it possible that you still look like the poster image of innocence, despite having his cock down your throat seconds ago? You bat your eyelashes up at him, cheeks stained with mascara and tears with a dazed-out smile, his cock twitches at the sight.

He lets out a groan when you loll out your tongue, wrapping your palm around the base of his dick, before tapping his leaking cockhead against your tongue.

"Shit, yeah, baby? Want my cum on your pretty face?" He barely gives you time to respond before he's holding on to the back of your head and sliding his cock till it hits the back of your throat.

Tears line your waterline as you look up at him, throat closing around his tip, as garbled noises leave your mouth. Bokuto's hand rests on your head as you pull off his cock, spit trailing behind.

His abs tighten when you take him inside your mouth again, bobbing rhythmically before pushing down till your nose brushes against the small patch of hair. He's mumbling out praise, hand applying the slightest of pressure to the back of your head, holding you there, making you choke around his shaft.

"So good, fuck–that throat was made for my cock." You let out a moan, the vibrations making him jerk his hips forward as he whines out in pleasure.

His hardened length is slick in spit and pre-cum. Taking him out of your mouth, you swirl your tongue around his sensitive tip before latching on to it with your lips and gently sucking. Bokuto's hands leave your head, instead, gripping onto the sheets of the bed.

Removing your hand from his thigh, you snake it down to cup his balls, rolling them in your palm while dragging your tongue down a prominent vein on the underside of his shaft, occasionally coming up to give his cockhead kitten-licks.

His chest is red and is heaving, knuckles white as he tries to keep his orgasm at bay, but he knows he won't be able to last with the way you’re teasing his balls.

Placing a couple of sloppy kisses on his cock, you move your head down to lick a wet stripe on his sensitive balls, his eyes squeezed shut, and a strangled whine leaves his mouth when you fit one of his testicles in your mouth, hand lazily jerking his cock.

"Don't think I'm gonna last–ahh, 'm gonna cum" You smile at his words, or at least try to since your mouth is occupied.

You hum in content when you feel his cock twitch and his balls tighten in your mouth. He whines when he doesn't sense your warm tongue against his balls, but those are quickly replaced with groans when he sees your fucked-out expression.

Bokuto’s thighs tremble as both of your hands work his cock. Your tongue is stuck out, and drool’s covering the sides of your mouth and chin as you wait for him to coat your face with his seed.

"Cum for me, Kou, please, wanna make you feel good."

Your words send him over the edge as his hands come up to swat yours away, quickly jerking himself as globs of his cum land on your face.

His cum is thick as it coats your features, some spurts landing in your hair, others trickling down your chin.

Bokuto lets out a final groan as the last of his cum leaves his balls — body finally being able to relax. He swears he feels his cock twitch again when his eyes finally focus on you.

Eyes still shut, your tongue swipes at the corners of your mouth, collecting his load. You finally open your eyelids and see Bokuto sitting in front of you, hand running through his hair as he pants, trying to catch his breath.

"Fuck, you look pretty." You bite your lips, stifling a giggle at his comment.

He pulls you into his lap, planting a kiss against your lips, groaning at the taste of his arousal on you; breaking the kiss, he licks up a ribbon of cum dribbling down your chin.

"Now, let me clean you up."

a/n: uhhhhhh, so, wasn't expecting to actually write this lol. i got distracted from....writing, so i wrote this, hope it sounds alright !!

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