#and that’s him realizing he already has a family

[merletka]

Collaborated with amazing writer @alexcors and illustrated her fanfic about Damian Wayne. You can read it bellow! 💚

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– Concussion, multiple beatings, fracture of the collarbone, two ribs and the radius of the right arm, with multiple fragments. Do you have anything to say to that, Robin?

– This dealer raised his hand himself, covering his worthless face. What?

– You beat the suspect to a pulp! Batman barked at his son. – No patrols until Cantelli is transferred from the intensive care unit to the general ward.

– But…

– That's all.

Damian clenched his teeth, but at the last moment decided not to fight with his father over a small dealer. Cantelli wasn't worth it. And therefore, having drowned himself, the boy just fell asleep.

***

The morning began with the usual five o'clock wake-up, a workout with pruning the squalid park art that Damian disapproved of in his garden. And he was already tired of explaining to Pennyworth that the enemy could be hiding behind large figures! Then a walk with Titus on a leash, Alfred the cat on his shoulder (because the mustachioed one did not want to wake up in any way) and a red-haired squeaking lump in his hands.

The kitten was dragged by a Red Hood a couple of days ago, startling Damian at first by pronouncing his full name without hesitation (few people in the family could pronounce Hafid ibn Ksufash Dami al Ghul even from the third time), and then by an attack of compassion for the animal. However, the boy quickly recovered from the shock, named the red kitten Roy Harper and now did not miss the opportunity to tease brother with the phrase "You gave me your accomplice, Todd."

By eight in the morning, Damian had time to check on the bat cow, comb Goliath, lose the nimble red Harper and find him sleeping peacefully in the cowshed. In general, Batman's heir successfully redid all his affairs, even phoned each Teen Titan individually and gave valuable instructions. On little things like different time zones, young Wayne habitually waved his hand, and everyone also grabbed a moral slap on the back of the head for trying to be indignant:

– Do it, Beast!

– Buzz me here again, Bug!

– The aliens were not given a word.

– Witch!

Damian belatedly realized that arguing with Raven was not worth it, because the importance of portals to any part of the world is difficult to overestimate. Fortunately, he knew about the weakness of every member of his team, and in Raven's case, it was sweets. Especially his sweets, with honey and spicy notes, which the girl fell in love with from the first bite. He will have to share again… She's definitely a witch!

At nine o'clock sharp, Pennyworth served breakfast, with tea in fine china, brown sugar, a slice of lemon and... an envelope?

- You have received an invitation, Master Damian.

- It's not interesting, - the boy muttered, finished with the meal and dryly told him not to disturb him. He was going to decide the fate of the world here, and they came with some kind of invitations!

However, the plan to destroy all (crossed out) almost all people did not come to mind, but the world itself lay perfectly on paper with watercolor paints, fortunately the view from the window was conducive to this. Up to a certain point.

– Todd!

- Hello to you too, Gremlin, - the Red Hood replied, climbing into his brother's bedroom through the window, while unsuccessfully clinging to the tulle with the toe of his boot.

- Pennyworth will bury you for this.

– Yes, yes, and will plant roses from above. Not that I mind much, but that's not the point right now. Get ready to go out.

Damian took a deep breath and unleashed his entire supply of Arabic obscenities on his brother, knowing full well that Jason would understand him. Unfortunately, the pressure of the negativity did not take him back out the window, he had to take up a katana.

– Put the skewer down, shorty, the meat has just been sent to marinate.

– Will you leave on your own or will you be thrown out in parts?!

– Shut up and listen to me, - Todd barked, casually showing off his pistols with the safety off. – In short, Alfie organizes a family get-together, with meat and without a fight. Dad promised to be, I'll bring a replacement, the Gotham crime storm in a thong will come running himself. You got the simplest thing – to lift your little ass off the chair and walk to the place. You can take the menagerie with you.

- I'm not going to any gatherings with my father," Damian muttered, but he put away his saber. – So you can get out and report your failed mission. I'm not leaving my room today, basically!

- No questions,– Jason agreed surprisingly easily. - But if you walk out the door, you're going to hang out with everyone, okay?

– Tt.

–That's settled,– Jason grinned, ducked out the window and disappeared.

Damian managed to exhale with relief, when suddenly something buzzing flew over the windowsill. Titus reacted first, barking loudly at the wasp's nest rolling on the floor!

- You're dead, Todd! - Damian yelled, unceremoniously grabbing the cat and rushing out the door with him and the dog.

***

- No corpses,– Grayson repeated calmly but firmly (for the fifth time!).

- I'll beat him up so that no Lazarus Pit will help, - the boy grumbled into the phone, the call to which stopped him from righteous revenge.

– Alfred said it clearly, without a fight. Let's get together with the whole family, have a nice time, have a delicious meal.

– Tt.

– We have chosen a picturesque place by the lake, you will like it.

–Okay, - the Batman heir finally gave up. – But only because painting was part of my plans today.

– It's wonderful, – judging by the sound, Dick broke into his trademark smile. – You will draw a beautiful landscape.

– I'll paint it! Artists paint with paints, you idiot.

– And I love you, little brother.

– Tt.

Author: @alexcors

#damian wayne #robin #batfam #batman #jason todd #red hood #dc #dc comics #art #artist on tumblr #fanfic

[demieyesore]

Headcanons about Sam Monroe with Deadbeat Dad!James

Tag List - @vixxensvoid @maevesversion @sockiess @stylesslytherinskywalker @myheadhurtscutely @yourenogoodforme @gallerygourmet @heartsforanakin @helendeath @ysrjune @anisangeldust @catnipaddictt @ahano @itachicha @02ibiskywitt05 @espinathena-17

Whenever James drops you off or picks you up without Sam, he insists you sit in the front seat. Almost always ends with his hand on your thigh or even toying with your clit

If Sam is in the car, the both of you are sitting in the back. James has the radio on to try and distract himself when he sees his son’s hand wandering down between your thighs from the mirror.

Sam definitely protects you when he notices his Dad’s weird behaviors. James would be sitting in the living room, watching TV, only to call out your name oh so sweetly and ask you to get him a beer. “Y/n, sweetheart, grab me a beer?” While holding up the one he’s just finishing, gesturing to the kind he drinks. Sam rolling his eyes and retaliating in your defense, “Get it your fuckin’ self, they’re a guest here.”

James is 100% at least a little misogynistic…he expects you to be sweet and obedient, although he doesn’t get angry when you’re not, if anything it just gives him an excuse to be more rough with you.

James refers to you as princess, Sam knows about this little nickname and fucking HATES it. He doesn’t realize how his father feels about you and just assumes it’s in a condescending way. A way to tease you about how pure you are compared to their fucked up family.

Since James is a deadbeat, I like to imagine that he gets money from fixing up cars. Depending on where they live, he either works in the Garage or just out in the front yard. He also asks Sam’s mom for money.

They definitely don’t live in a good house. If they own a house that is, it’s definitely on the crappy side, run down. If they don’t own a place, they live in a trailer park.

Sam overall lives with his Mom, only spending his weekends at his Dad’s. This makes it hard for James because he has to go the weekdays without you, only to finally see you and you’re clinging onto his son.

Sam often complains to you about his Dad, him being part of the reason that he started using drugs. It always breaks your heart to hear about Sam struggling because you do genuinely love him to death. It’s just complicated… you hate the fact that James was part of the reason that Sam became this way.

You definitely did NOT jump at the chance to fuck James. It was more of a slow-burn thing that happened gradually through time. You are still so fucking torn because you feel so guilty for cheating on Sam but James also owns part of your heart.

Honestly James doesn’t feel guilty about it, maybe from time to time when his son isn’t being an asshole to him, but typically…he’s just pissed off that you’re dating his son and not him.

Sam on the other hand, has no idea and if he did all he would do is fucking yell and scream in your faces. Pretty tears staining his face while saying his accusations.

I know that some of you reading this…including me writing this…wants to say that there would be a threesome but in reality I don’t think they could or would ever do that. James is too possessive over you, although out of the two, I do feel like he’d be the more likely to agree to it. Sam, however would be absolutely LIVID. Talking about how he must not be enough for you if you so desperately need his dad’s dick.

Before Sam becomes aware of this secret relationship between you and his dad. It was already so hard to keep it on the low. James would easily smack your ass if Sam wasn’t around to see for just a second.

You could have just had sex with Sam, cuddling and falling asleep only to wake up at 2 am, go down to their kitchen to grab some water and end up pressed against the counter, James hand gripping your hair and his other over your mouth to silence your moans.

Okay so unfortunately this is all I can think of at the moment about this 💔

#demieyesore #davinasrequests #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x you #anakin x you #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker smut #hayden christensen x reader #hayden christensen #hayden christensen x you #hayden christensen fanfic #anakin imagine #anakin smut #anakin fanfiction #sam monroe x y/n #sam monroe x you #sam monroe smut #sam monroe x reader #sam monroe fanfiction #sam monroe imagine #james kelly #james kelly x reader #james kelly x you #james kelly x y/n

[ohnoitstbskyen]

So I know you headcanon Nami as a lesbian and Luffy as aroaco (both which is heavily agree with!) What are your romance/sexuality headcanons for the other Strawhats?

Hm. I think Zoro is ace, but not aro, but also the only thing he's really in love with is his dream of fulfilling his promise to Kuina, becoming the greatest swordsman in the world. Once he accomplishes that... well, I am not 100% sure he'll survive accomplishing it, actually, I think the story is signaling pretty hard that his moment of transcendence is going to be connected with the moment of his death (the "King of Hell" thing, all the Buddhism imagery, his tendency to find revelations about swordsmanship on the brink of death) but if he does survive it, that's when maybe romance can become a consideration for him. Maybe. That's when he can figure out who he's even into.

Sanji is extremely romantic - hyperromantic, even - but honestly in a way that's... almost totally disconnected from actual romance? He worships women as divine goddesses and sources of extreme aesthetic and emotional joy for him, but he seems to struggle enormously to actually relate to them a lot of the time. He seems more invested in Being A Gentleman Who Loves Women than he does in... actually being in any sort of a realistic relationship with a woman.

Pudding is the closest he comes to forming an actual romantic relationship, and even then, so much of it is ultimately motivated by his romantic fantasy of Being The Prince, of being the noble, self-sacrificing hero who Saves The Girl, of Being A Good Man. Committing to her is, for him, an act of self-sacrifice, for the sake of his crew, for the sake of his family (Zeff and the Baratie, not the Vinsmokes), and for the sake of her more than it is an earnest desire to build a future with a true partner. He's resigning himself to a life of being her perfect domestic husband servant, in worship and adoration of her, but never in partnership.

In an extremely weird way, the vibe I get from Sanji is he's like a... hyperromantic... aromantic? He's EXTREMELY invested in romantic fantasies, but not so much in the actual day-to-day mundanities of romance, he's in love with the idea of being in love, with the experience of being in love, with the thrill and act and performance of being in love, more than he is in love with any actual person?

Partly this comes down to One Piece just not being a romance story - romance is generally sidelined and elided in most situations, and Sanji's romantic obsessions are played for comedy 99% of the time, they are not taken seriously, so he never has an opportunity to really go through the process of romance as a grounded, flesh-and-blood process, but I can only discuss him as he is presented.

Robin, I think, might be the most straightforward of the crew. I am on board with the Frobin agenda, I think she's probably straight and... if not cis, then about as cis as you can be with a power like the Hana Hana no Mi. And I think she genuinely would be very attracted to a loud, dependable eccentric like Franky, as the other half to her quiet dependable eccentric personality. Especially since he is loudly and obviously an extremely decent man with a heart of gold, and Robin carries so much trauma of being a "devil child," I think she probably needs that kind of uncomplicated light of goodness in her life.

Usopp, again, is probably a fairly straightforward sort. The live action gives him a thing for Kaya, but I could see him being bi or pan, but much like Zoro I don't think he's going to quite have the capacity for Romance™ until he fulfils his dream of becoming a great warrior of the sea (he already has, of course, but he needs to internalize it and realize it within himself). I ONE HUNDRED percent believe he might end up taking a Giant for a spouse.

Franky is... okay this makes no sense whatsoever but I feel that he's gay? But also would fall for Robin? ... but in a gay way???

Look I don't know how that works either, it's a vibe it's a brain feeling it's a wibbly wobbly romance gender sort of situation. Franky is clearly in love with the male body, with masculinity, with maleness, and he especially loves building himself into those images of hypermasculinity, but he does in a way that feels hella queer to me. I don't really think you can be a self-made cyborg building his own body without being some flavor of queer-coded, like, I just don't think that that can be a cishet thing anymore.

He would fall for Robin is my point, in part because they share a knack for creating themselves, in part because Robin would appreciate and need him, in part because she would adore his cybernetic self-creation and find it charming and beautiful, and I think he needs someone who will love his creations (including, y'know, his body) as much as he does.

It's like... y'know how Neo and Trinity in the Matrix are clearly, OBVIOUSLY a t4t couple even though they're both technically cis in the text of the story? It's like that with Frobin for me. Yeah, sure, they're both cis and straight, but also they are trans and gay.

Jinbei I have no idea, actually, he could be into absolutely anything. Kind of a gay bear vibe? That's the best I got. Chopper is a child and I don't think he really has any idea yet either, and Brook... look, I don't think you can be THAT level of flamboyant rockstar and not be some flavor of queer. The Soul King wears Elton John outfits half the time. I don't know that he has a sexuality anymore necessarily (he could be ace, what with the having no carnal flesh and all), but if he's not at least bi romantically then nothing about him makes sense.

#tb answers #one piece #monkey d. luffy #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #nico robin #tony tony chopper #jinbei #soul king brook #cyborg franky #god usopp #sniper king usopp #usopp

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 294

Danny has found an… interesting corner of the Realms, avoided by all. There’s a bunch of ghosts, and a couple demons, angels, and a couple things that he’s never seen before. It’s actually really fun, and no one else ever comes so it’s kind of peaceful even with the chaos the family there does. There’s even a couple doctors who are happy to help him out, and apparently several dozen of them were vigilantes during life. Honestly this shadow area of the Zone is great!

Or, Danny stumbled across the Realms area where the bats of Every world and timeline have set up. He hasn’t realized the only reason he’s not already ghost-adopted is that the different versions are arguing over who gets to be the first to do so. 

#DCxDP #DPxDC #Prompts #Yes this includes Flashpoint Thomas #Look do you think ANY Batman would just let themself die and stay down? Yeah no #There’s also an entire army of Jasons ready to teach Danny street tricks #And several Graysons teach him some acrobatics #He’s their lil halfa boi #He doesn’t realize how OP he’s becoming by being trained by literal hundreds of Bats #Space Core Danny #Which seeing as how most of the Bats have Shadow or Star or Sun cores? He’s learning So Many Tricks #Not to say some don’t have other ghost core types but that’s still the majority #All of Team Phantom are now learning from the ghost Bats & Dani was instantly pseudo adopted as well #These are the people that accepted Kon & Bizarro & Damian even straight up had an island for his clones to live safely on #No one is prepared for this random team of teens in the middle of nowhere Illinois- nevermind the GIW

[sugoi-writes]

Can I be 🦇 anon? For some reason I’ve always been obsessed with the flexing part of an arm? I don’t know the technical term but I can’t see Demon Al doing this as much as his human counterpart would sooooooooo human Alastor with his sweetheart who has never EVER soon for him like woman usually do I mean he has ladies fainting LMAOA HOWEVER one day when he’s cutting idk wood or something she sees his arm flex she’s like a puddle I mean full fangirling giggling and screaming and he’s like huh??? Until he realizes and then boom from then on he’s flexing any time he can to pull a scream from her

🦇Anon? Love it! I'm a big fan of bats! This ask was too adorable. I just KNEW I could cook something up!

It does get a liiiiittle suggestive in parts, but otherwise stays perfectly appropriate! FEAST, my dearies!!!

"Love? The fire is going out! We'll need more firewood!" You call from inside. You make your way to the door, your top half hovering just outside as you searched for your darling beau. You've always enjoyed your time with him at his family's cabin, a piece of his inheritance that was used quite often. And, of course, it was highly appreciated by the both of you.

Your eyes dart about until you heard a distinct CHOP, eyes finding Alastor with his axe buried into an old tree stump. His smile widens when he sees you, wiping the sweat from his brow. You feel your pulse race, surprised to see his bare chest gleaming in the sunlight. The humid, thick air that permeated in the South could not be helped, and so, Alastor worked without a shirt on. Even with this simple and understandable notion, you found yourself fond of (and shocked by) the rare sight. You try to make your face pleasantly neutral and wave, trying to save face.

"No worries, dear. 'Already mending that problem!"

You chuckle, leaning fully into the door frame as Alastor positions a new log to cleave through. The Summer was good for one thing, you reasoned; seeing Alastor's chest, bared for only you to see, heaving steadily as he worked. Better yet, you could practically feel the gaze he gave back to you, his knowing smile making you beam every time you saw it. While you weren't like most others, not being overly doting or frivolous about his appearance, you still appreciated and treasured it deeply.

When Alastor returned to his work, your eyes fixated on his hands, then his arms. Indeed, you were very familiar with how powerful they were. They did wonders for and to you. But then: you see a flex. A jut and shift of his bicep has your mouth watering lecherously. As his grip relaxed on the axe, his body bending down to grab another log, you watched the muscles in his arm relax and re-fire. This set of motions repeated for a time, much to your enjoyment. As an extra treat, sometimes a vein in his neck would pop out at the same time his forearms and triceps strained, making your pupils bloom and shrink with hunger.

It was, without a doubt, an extremely alluring sight. Each time the axe raised over his head, your eyes followed, forcing you to stiffle a nervous chuckle. God, he was too beautiful for his own good. He was too strong for you to handle, and far too beautiful to be a called simple, minimalist man. His body was the work of a master craftsman, thank God.

As another piece of firewood was cut, you covered you mouth, stifling a squeal as he brought a towel to his forehead, huffing from his efforts. When he heard your little noises, he turned to you, his smile drooping slightly," Anything the matter, dear?" You were quick to shrink back, waving his concern off with a nervous laugh.

"Ha-ha, NO! No, I'm fine! Don't worry about me! I-I'll start working on dinner, okay?" Alastor doesn't seem convinced, squinting in your direction. His glasses were cast aside earlier, in fear they may fall off and become a victim of his labor," If you say so, dear. I'll be inside in a moment to help with the potatoes, mon cherie." You nod and turn to go inside, your face still boiling hot as you try to distract yourself. Your body starts to go through the motions, chopping veggies that were freshly harvested to use in your stew. You try to focus on the task at hand, your mind lingering on images of Alastor's physique. You had failed at your task stupendously. You felt no remorse!

You couldn't help but squirm at the mental images: veins and muscles shifting from physical effort. That devilishly handsome smile and toned body... it made your heart race! You wondered what his arms must've looked like when he was hovering above you... Your grip was tightening as you chopped the veggies faster, your safety disregarded. You giggle to yourself, eyes closing momentarily to focus on the pleasant thought of Alastor caging you with his muscular arms until--

"FUCK-- shit!"

No sooner did you wail was Alastor at the door, slamming it open," What happened??? What did--"

Alastor's eyes were wide, pupils shrunken to mere pinpricks as he took in your form. You held your bleeding finger, huffing.

"I-It's fine, it's fine! I'm fine!" You reassure, grabbing a handtowel to press to your wound. Alastor strode over to you, tongue clicking at your carelessness. As he went to put his axe down, your eyes caught his arms again, yelping as you turn away hastily. Your sudden movement left your partner clueless.

Alastor pauses again, a brow raising," My love, what's gotten into you? You've never been this careless before..."

You shuddered as Alastor came behind you, hands resting on the counter on either side of your hips," Are you sure you're quite alright?"

He leaned in to kiss your cheek, coaxing you into looking his way. You began yelping again, your mouth slamming shut as you tear your eyes away from his body. Alastor grumbles, slightly annoyed with your silence," Sweetheart, I can't help you if you don't use your words--"

One hand snatches you by the hip, spinning you quickly around while the other takes your wounded hand.

You eyes are blown wide, unable to make eye contact as they stare down at Alastor's arms," I-Im fine, really just-- just got lost in my thoughts! I promise!"

Between Al's proximity, his partial nudity, and those arms trapping you, you felt like your face blazed hotter than the fucking Sun. Alastor seemed to catch on, watching as your legs squeezed, shifting your weight uncomfortably. He leans closer to you, the muscles in his torso expanding and contracting with his movements. You sigh shakily, stifling a blissful squeak. Ahh. So it was him that was causing you to fret...

Alastor began to chuckle slowly at first, before laughing heartily. You stammered as a large hand came to your shoulder to steady himself, your lips blubbering pathetically. He was laughing fairly hard, causing his abdominals to flex and seize (a sight too delicious to behold). You were whining, on the verge of squealing as you weakly pushed against him again.

"A-Alastor, if you don't back up, I just might NOT be okay!!!" Alastor couldn't help himself, working himself into short bursts of stitches as he calms down, eyes watering.

"Ohhh, dearest... honestly, was I really that distracting to you?" His voice was low and flirtatious as you felt yourself being pressed into the counter, his hips holding you in place. You nearly shrieked as Alastor's hands gripped the counter harshly, knuckles white. Your mouth fell agape with a silent moan as the muscles in his upper arms and pecs stirred once more. You push against him once more, feeling as though you would pop like a balloon.

"A-Al, this isn't cute!!! Stop it, please!" You practically whine as Alastor just leaned, kissing your bright, heated cheeks.

"Well, I suppose I could go chop more wood, if the space could offer you some reprieve..."

You gasp as your chin is pulled forward, forcing you to make eye contact with him. If you weren't in your prime, you'd fear having a stroke at the sight of his almond colored eyes staring back into yours with a tumultuous energy.

"But, I think we both know you'd prefer that I stay rii~iiight here, don't you?" He teased, his lips dangerously close to your own. Your own lips quivered at the relentless pestering, your eyes struggling to make contact again," W-Well, I-- you know I-- uugghhh, if you keep teasing me, dinner is going to be late!!!"

"That's fiiiine by me!" Alastor says in a sing-song tone, and to your horror, you are lifted and placed onto the counter with minimal effort. Your eyes become transfixed on him, unable to clench your legs closed. Alastor knew exactly what he was doing, and he wasn't going to let you off the hook so easily. Your partner moved to be between your thighs, his voice a husky gravel; his tone was JUST loud enough for you to process.

"How about we start with dessert first, hmm~?"

#alastor x reader #human!alastor x reader #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor fanfic #alastor imagine #hazbin hotel fanfic #hazbin hotel imagine #alastor x you #alastor x y/n #heeeheeehee sorry if its a little TOO suggestibe #we all thirst over this man violently sooooo i figured it would be okay #let me know if youd rather a fluffier one and i can make that happen! #this was so fun to do #gdhdhsjshsja

[coolshadowtwins]

Post Canon, SQQ now has to deal with wife plots.

But, Op, that’s the plot of many fanfics already! Well, what if he had to deal with every wife plot ever. Bingge had 300-3000 wives, depending on the translation you were following.

Man’s I have to assume that while each wife got at least one (1) wife plot to her name, the fan favorites (NYY, LMY, SHL etc) got multiple over the years.

Now, most of these were probably incredibly standard. And most of them, while frightening to the multitude of civilian wives Bingge probably had, were not going to be much more than an annoyance to a cultivator like SQQ.

The problem is the frequency.

It probably would take a few years for the story to catch up to the plot. SQQ gets hit with a few scattered ones here and there for the first decade or so, but he doesn’t think much of it. Shit just a happens to him, you know?

But then, all of a sudden, he gets kidnapped during a night hunt. The villain is the man that had called for help with a demon. In PIDW, he was the evil uncle/father/cousin/male authority figure in this wife’s life, wanting revenge on Bingge and ultimately introducing a new wife. Here, he’s decided that he’ll hurt Binghe’s husband instead Binghe himself. SQQ defeats him in an hour.

He goes home and tries to forget about it. Only to be hit with some kind of sex pollen from a plant that MQF was trying to study, completely by accident. In PIDW, this had been used to get another chapter out of a particularly laced up wife, who the comments disliked because they felt her boring.

And ok, fine. SQQ still has Binghe- they fix this problem in a night.

Only to be kidnapped again the next day when he goes to town, this time by a random demon looking for a quick buck.

This goes on and on. It’s almost never anything difficult, but it’s a lot. These are too many plots to happen to one man! Sure, Bingge was involved in all those plots too, but he was almost always the one coming in and saving the day- not the one kidnapped or poisoned or stabbed. It’s not long before SQQ gets exhausted, and that everyone around him is constantly on edge, waiting for the next bad luck.

It all kinda climax’s as the bamboo house gets set on fire. In PIDW, fire is used twice like this- once, a portion of the palace gets set on fire, leading to a arc where the wives have to come together to rptect themselves until Bingge shows up. (This arc was very disliked because most of the wives didn’t act in character.) the other time was when a wife was trapped in the burning of her family home, franticly trying to get her belongings out and then being comforted from the loss by Bingge afterwards.

SQQ knows this. He knows all of this. He has figured out what every plot has been so far, and had managed to avoid a few by recognizing the signs, only for them to come back around when he least expected it. He had thought that he could always just ride out the wife plots- sure, Binghe had a lot of wives, but it couldn’t be that bad, right? Except he watched the bamboo house on fire, frozen, and realized that he couldn’t keep doing this.

The bamboo house was fine, in the end. There were disciples on duty, ready to help. Nearly nothing was lost. The fire spread out into the woods, a little, but other than a small area of destruction, it hadn’t caused all together that much damage. Except SQQ couldn’t figure out which of the two plots this was, and that was freaking him out.

This leads to him breaking down on Binghe that night, who has been out of his head with worry for ages about what was going on. SQQ tells him everything, about SY, the system, wife plots. Binghe asks if they can stop this. SQQ doesn’t know how- these plots were for Binghe’s wives, and here he only has a husband.

And Binghe certainly doesn’t want another spouse. He’s quite happy with his husband, thank you very much! But he then he gets to thinking.

Bingge couldn’t have loved every single wife, right? Binghe had a feeling he didn’t act love any of them, judging by how quickly his other self had tried to latch onto Shizun. So it’s not the act of love that causes these so called ‘wife plots’, it’s the act of marriage. And Binghe’s not so cruel as to inflict these plots on someone unexpecting (well, for Shizun he was. But he had another option.)

Binghe had to be the one to marry them- but not the one they loved. And he knew, both fortunately and unfortunately, that there were many men that would do anything for SQQ.

#svsss #shen qingqiu #shen yuan #luo binghe #wife plots

[junggunz]

beside you ft. jay jo | 🔞

summary: Sneaking around with Jay is one of your favorite ways to pass time. cw: fembodied!reader, smut, lowkey angsty, established relationship, infidelity, homewrecker behavior, fwb!Jay, oral (f receiving), p in v, creampie, all characters featured are 18+ wc: 3k an: i lowkey botched this request lol my badddd might redo it when i dont feel like writing smut so jay's mom can actually walk in on him and reader making out lol. buttt i was SUPER inspired by keshi (specifically beside you duh and just friends) since i associate his music with jay for some reason.

It’s mostly peaceful when things are like this. Being with Jay alone, not having to deal with the loud chatter of your other friends. And most importantly, not having to be face to face with Shelly when you’ve been fucking her boyfriend on a weekly basis–on some weeks, seeing him on the daily. 

The silence in Jay’s bedroom is calming until you start thinking too much about the circumstances. You don’t know why you settle for this kind of relationship with him. You’ve laid with him intimately, seen him in his most primal and vulnerable states, got peeks into his mental framework during pillowtalk– but it wasn’t enough to cross the threshold of “being just friends.” 

But when he’s calling you in the middle of the night after a long study session to invite you over, are you really just friends? When he’s fucking you from behind with a hand clamped over your mouth so your moans don’t wake up the rest of his family, can you actually be “just friends?” 

Never has Jay invited you over for the sake of just talking and hanging out. It’s always as a means of stress relief, taking out all his frustration into your hole when he can’t find joy in his favorite hobby. Even today– when he invites you over in the late afternoon when the sun is gradually setting, filling his room in a warm orange glow rather than waiting until the cover of twilight.

“What took you so long to get here?” Jay mumbles between placing kisses on your neck once he gets you to his room, hands roaming your body like he had already forgotten what you felt like beneath his palms. 

“Traffic. Everyone’s getting off work at this hour.” You reply softly, letting your head fall back to give him more access to the stretch of skin his lips occupied. 

Walking you backwards until your knees hit his bed frame, Jay ushers you onto the bed without pulling away from you.  Lips sealing yours, there’s no time for you to voice any complaints about how fast he moves.

His tongue coaxes your lips into parting for him, meeting yours and sliding up against it in the most salacious of dances. Tongue slithering past your parted lips, it moves in tandem with yours once they meet; lewdly rubbing up against each other until you have saliva spilling past the corners of your mouth. 

So caught up in the heat of the heated lip lock, you barely even realize that you’ve started grinding against the growing bulge in Jay’s pants. The friction is nowhere near enough but it’s addictive, you can’t stop. His hands grabbing onto your hips in an attempt to still you isn’t enough to get you to stop squirming, seeking out a means of extinguishing the heat that had been steadily building in your core the moment he kissed you.

“If you want me, say you want me.” Jay gently chides you, the words dancing across your lips.

Funny, you’ve said something along the same lines to him in the past when discussing the nature of your relationship. But there’s no time to dwell on the blurred boundaries of your so-called friendship when your mind is clouded with lust, only interested in getting down to the real reason you were in his bed in the first place. 

“I didn’t know you liked reassurance.” You taunt him with a small scoff. 

Your fingers find the hem of the loose fitting t-shirt he wears, tugging at it and silently demanding it come off. You crave the feeling of Jay’s skin on yours because it’s the most warmth and comfort you’ll ever receive from him.  Reaching for the back of his shirt’s neckline, the fabric comes off with minimal effort. Giving you no time to ogle at the lean muscle of his frame, Jay makes quick work of your top; eager hands palming your breasts through your bra. 

It’s moments like these where you finally get some sort of reassurance that Jay feels something toward you—even if it’s just lust— and every touch is filled with so much longing, so much passion. The desire is almost enough to make you believe that he sincerely wanted you in more than just a physical way. His hands reach under your back, your body arching to make it easier for him to remove your bra before you toss the wired fabric off to the side. 

Jay’s lips are on yours again, this time each tender kiss serves as a distraction for him to strip you out of the rest of your clothes. As soon as you’re completely nude, his mouth no longer occupies yours and ghosts along your jaw; going down your neck to nip the skin hard enough to make you wince but not leave a mark. From your neck to your chest, his lips trail lower and lower until you see him comfortably settled between your thighs. 

Hooking his arms around each of your thighs, he pulls you closer to him; your hips coming off the mattress and your center perfectly aligned with his lips. It’s always the same song and dance with Jay– and he’s seen you naked on so many occasions– but you never stop feeling shy whenever he goes down on you. The fluttery kisses on your inner thigh. The focused expression that shrouds his features. The way his hips buck into the mattress to get some relief from the pressure building in his pants. It all makes your heart tremble with excitement, much like the way the first swipe of his tongue on your pussy makes your legs tremble. 

Treading softly on your body, Jay savors the time spent between your legs. His tongue traces out the letters of an apology to you, hoping that you could decipher the message because God knows that he couldn’t bring himself to utter the words to you. Stringing you along like this was never his intention, but the fact you stay gives him no real urgency to break things off. How good he feels while lying with you is more than enough to cast away any guilt he feels about keeping two different people on each of his arms to fulfill different needs. Seeing how his initially one-sided relationship with Shelly was able to bloom into a connection that helped him grow as a person, maybe if circumstances had been slightly different, your relationship with him would’ve developed the same way. 

But instead, you’re confined to a timeline where Shelly is the one to speak to Jay’s heart and you’re the one who can only communicate with him via body language. 

For all of the emotional nurturing and comfort that Jay can’t provide to you as a person, his warm tongue is more than happy to deliver it to your pussy. Languid strokes that lap at your folds that lead to your clit; leaving no part of you untouched. As good as it feels for you, the thick stripes licked over your folds are a mere warm up for Jay. He starts out so slow and lazy with his mouth, the actions only fanning the flames of your arousal rather than dousing them. It’s only when he gets you to the point of dripping all over his sheets and feeling like your cunt had its own pulse, he amps up the actions. 

Swollen pearl throbbing with need, you start to fuss and your fingers seek out Jay’s hair; pulling on the inky locks to get him to keep going. Though he wants to poke fun at your desperation, he moves where you need him, encasing your clit between his pouty lips and sucking with an intensity that he knows you can’t resist. He knows he’s done it right when you start bucking against his face and cause your juices to smear all over the lower half. 

Jay spends nearly an hour eating you out; caught in a loop of licking up all the nectar that seeped out of you while also causing you to leak out more. He gets you so close to climax, only to retreat and leave bite marks on your inner thigh; the tiny jolt of pain sending your senses in a frenzy. 

“Why are you being such an asshole today?” You groan, your voice coming out weary and shaky. “Let me cum.”

“Last time I saw you, you said something about not spending enough time together.” Jay says after pulling away from you, tongue poking out to run over his lips and clear them of any of your lingering juices. 

“You’re too smart to pretend that you don’t know what I meant.” You respond in an almost dejected tone before it seems like something snaps in you and you’re put back into a state of indifference. “Whatever, just fuck me.”

Maybe if he was in a different state of mind, Jay would have tried harder to think about what your words truly meant. However, when he’s been ignoring his own arousal for the sake of pleasing you for so long, he isn’t very receptive to your evasive response. 

Nimble fingers undoing the drawstring of his joggers and shimmying out them, his boxers come off as well and are haphazardly kicked off. His cock springs free, long and hard and already leaking pre-cum. It’s not often that you see Jay like this– looming over you, hands on either side of your head as he holds himself above you with the tip of his cock dragging along your folds. He slides his cock back and forth over your slick cunt instead of rushing to put it in; his precum dribbling down and making everything messier. Looking up at him through your lashes while his eyes were fixed on the sight of his cock sliding across your slickness, you remember why you rarely took him in missionary.

Jay was breathtakingly handsome whenever he was fully engrossed in something– fucking you was no different. Just looking at him while he humps against your pussy, his dick catching on your clit every so often has your neglected hole clenching in anticipation of being filled. When the underside of his shaft is thoroughly coated in your arousal and your clit is sensitive to direct contact, no matter how light the touch is, Jay finally guides his cock into you. 

“Fuck, that’s good.” He hisses lowly, a shuddering breath escaping him while he watches your tight hole greedily sucking in the rest of his length after breaching your entrance. “So…fucking…wet.” He pants, head falling forward slightly as he squeezes his eyes shut; the sight of his shaft disappearing within the heat of your cunt becomes too stimulating to handle. Your walls stretch to accommodate his dick as he buries it inch by inch.

Pushing his hips forward until his full balls are pressed against the curve of your ass, you and Jay moan in unison as he bottoms out within you. No amount of sex with Jay could fix the hole in your heart that he had left, but being full of his thick cock like this almost makes the heartache worth it. 

You rarely see eye to eye with Jay on matters pertaining to emotions. However, it goes without saying that both of you wish you time would stop whenever he was balls deep in your juicy cunt. After getting over the initial bliss of being inside you, Jay slams his cock in deep; making your breath get caught in your throat from the force. The little choked out noise you make causes his eyes to flit to your face, concerned that he had hurt you but as soon as he does that, he regrets it. Pleasure is written all over your face and it has his cock throbbing inside of you, encouraging him to keep pumping his dick into your heat. And soon, he’s fucking into deep spot in your pussy that has your eyes rolling back and grabbing onto his biceps for any means of keeping you grounded.

“Oooh, fuck. Right there, don’t stop.” You plead, your voice sounding foreign to you as it comes out whiny and prurient. 

You know he won’t stop. His hips are still into yours like a dog in heat, focused on his own ecstasy that merely happens to be elevating yours. He was giving you these brutal strokes filled with so much greed, your high is within reach. It’s embarrassing how sensitive you are after being edged for so long. Any and every instance of physical contact has you moaning, but it’s the hard and urgent manner that Jay pumps his dick into you that makes you cry out the loudest; as well as making your wet cunt lewdly squelch.

“You’re getting too loud.” He scolds you, meanly grinding into you and teasing your sweet spot with each snap of his hips.

“No one’s even home.” You whine as you let Jay fold you in half, pushing your thighs back as far as they’ll go so your knees are lined up with your shoulders. 

“Don’t get into the habit of being this noisy.” He grunts, pressing you in half and slinging your legs over his shoulders. 

For all the noise you can’t make while in this new position, it has your pussy clenching around him and of course, the excessive tightness has him fucking you harder to counteract your walls trying to keep him in place. Those deep, deep strokes hit you in all the right ways. 

Leaning further down, keeping your body pinned under his weight, he presses his mouth to yours. His lips are soft, the taste of you lingering on them. For how erratically Jay’s hips move as they pummel into you, he manages to keep his kisses relatively tame; his tongue is precise and intentional with every move against yours. The feverish moans and pants that you eat up let you know how good he’s feeling. How much he craves this release. It’s just one of the few things you have in common with one another. 

“I’m really fucking close.” Jay whispers against your lips, fucking you with all the pent up frustration he stored up while eating you out. “Are you?”

He speaks those words so quietly, they barely pull you out of the lust induced trance you’ve been under. The heat that’s been blossoming in the pit of your stomach was starting to spread throughout the rest of your body, making you forget how excruciating it was to be in this folded position.

“Y-yeah.” You weakly mumble, biting your lip. 

That’s all Jay needs to hear before giving you these calculated thrusts right into your sweet spot; repeatedly hitting the bundle of nerves. Pink cheeks, jaw tense, eyelashes fluttering – they all make up the feverish look on his face. He’s impossibly close to finish, gritting his teeth as he keeps ramming his dick into the spot within you that makes your toes curl. He keeps at it, trying so hard not to cum before you so he can feel your walls milk him for all its worth when he reaches his peak. 

With the repeated stimulation of your sweet spot, it doesn’t take much to get you right on the edge. Deep, deep strokes hit you perfectly and just in– one, two, three sharp thrusts– you’re hurtling to your orgasm. 

You have to bite Jay’s shoulder to stop yourself from moaning so loudly as your pussy clenches around him, an obscene amount of your juices trickling down his shaft when you cum. Not too far behind you, Jay brutalizes your sensitive, quivering walls until he shoots his load deep into you. The warmth rushing your insides makes you shudder, but it’s nothing compared to the dull ache you feel when he pulls out of your still spasming cunt.

There’s no time to lay around together after such an intense finish; his mom would be home soon and you both knew that. Immediately after cleaning up, Jay sees you out; but the air is thick as the two of you linger at the front door step. 

“Why are you just staring at me like that?” You ask after an uncomfortable stretch of silence, not wanting to leave on such a strange note.

“I…don’t want to say ‘bye’ yet.” He murmurs, sheepishly rubbing at the nape of his neck. 

There’s a first for everything, it seems. Up until this point, Jay hadn’t been too keen on being alone with you for too long. Or at least, he had behaved that way. Getting into his mind and deciphering his emotions had never been your strong suit– if it was, you’d probably be dating him and not just hooking up.

“But you don’t wanna just hang out with me, right?” You retort with a bitter laugh before turning away from him. “I’ll see you later.”

You don’t make it very far before Jay catches your wrist, pulling you back toward him. A few more seconds of silence ensue while he stares at you. Though it’s not clear what’s on his mind, it’s obvious to you that he wants to say something. His lips quiver, mouthing the beginnings of sentences but nothing ever comes out as you impatiently wait for him to speak. The moment you open your mouth to berate him and tell him to get on with it, his hands are cupping your face then he’s leaning in down to press his lips on yours; eating up all the words you were planning on hurling at him. 

Time just moves differently whenever you’re with Jay. For you, it always feels like it’s not enough. And from his perspective, it swings too wildly between seeming like an eternity and being an ephemeral moment. Despite not knowing the exact number of minutes that pass when he’s kissing you, it’s long enough for his mother of all people to spot the two of you locking lips. 

When you part, she’s nowhere to be seen, leaving you and Jay clueless that someone had seen you two together. After Jay gets his kiss, he seems content with finally letting you go– so you do without hesitation. You leave him to wrestle with his own moral compass and feelings he can’t share with anyone else but you; if he had ever found it in him to be more candid about his emotions. 

Until then, you would simply stand beside him as his friend in public; picking apart his shortcomings until being “just friends” became more appealing than being his lover. But while in private, the hedonist in you would enjoy the way he arranged your guts. 

#windbreaker x reader #windbreaker smut #jay jo smut #jay jo x reader #jay jo scenarios #junggunz.txt

[anothermansjeans]

Hey i hope you get your mojo back! As my personal indulagance which hopefully also help you may i please requeat 6 and 8 from the first random dialoge list with spencer read and an NONbau reader, exstra love if its an neighrbour reader!

Love and kisses ❤️❤️❤️

thank youuuuuu!!!! i also want to apologize-- you didn't specify gn or fem! reader and i was just about done when i realized i did fem!reader, so lmk and i will happily rewrite if needed 🫶

i also don't know how i feel about this but i tried lmao

also only a little proofread...

prompts:

"Please tell me this is the part where my life doesn’t have to completely fall apart."

"This is the one time I’m wishing they’re calling about my car’s extended warranty."

cw: mention of family member dying, the word vomit being used

wc: 920

++

Spencer was very concerned. His neighbor– his very attractive, down to Earth, and kind neighbor– was frantic, eyes sunken, and just wasn't as… present as she usually is. Spencer was concerned.

His concern also may have been a bit biased because of the small crush he harbored for her… but he didn't want to think about that too hard.

He hadn't been around much recently, getting called into the BAU more often than not, but when time did allow him to linger around his building, he would see the distress on her from a mile away. The other day, right before a case, he was locking up his apartment when she was just getting home. It was quiet this time of day, but that was cut short when her phone started to ring.

“This is the one time I’m wishing they're calling about my car’s extended warranty.”

Her disgruntled mumble was pretty soft, and if Spencer wasn't right across the hall from her he wouldn't have heard it. He wanted to see if she was okay, but she answered her phone and he was being asked for his ETA at the BAU.

When that case was finally over, and he was walking back to his place, he suddenly stopped and turned towards her door. There was a package in his apartment that was placed with his mail in the mailroom, and only really looked at it last week; right before he left for a case. He would've given it to her then if he wasn't already late at the time, and he didn't feel comfortable leaving it in front of her door so this was truly the next best thing.

His plan was the following: knock on your door, tell you he has your package in his apartment, grab said package, and then leave with dignity. There was no way he could screw this up.

His knock was soft, but the way she swung open the door was a sharp contrast to that. “Please tell me this is the part where my life doesn't have to completely fall apart oh– you're not the delivery guy.”

Your dejected look caused a small ache in his chest. “No, but the delivery people tend to not come to our doors, they're supposed to stay in the mail room– you already knew that.” He was getting flustered. This was not a part of the plan. “Are you okay?” He couldn't help himself. After seeing the way you were last week, and how that hasn't changed one bit since he was gone… he really wanted to make sure all was well.

She barely waited a moment before answering. “No,” the crack in her voice was evident. “My great aunt passed and she was a horrible person, but the funeral directors were asking me which address to send the urn to and my sister stepped in making sure I didn't put mine down because I’m ‘most likely to lose aunt Pearl’s ashes’ and the rest of my family overheard and started running with the joke. With me being me I wanted to prove them wrong so I did give them my address and I still don't have the urn but they're saying it was delivered and oh my, God, I’m dumping all of this on you.” Her eyes were welled up with tears, and with how wide her eyes became he was surprised the tears hadn't started to fall. “I’m just going to… let you go on with your day. I’m so sorry, Spencer, maybe we can talk to–” she started to close the door, blocking her face that held a worrisome look.

“I have it!” It’s as if he suddenly remembered why he went over there in the first place “I’m uh, I'm assuming I have it…?”

“You do?” Her door was now wide open again, and a spark of hope was shown in her eyes.

“Yeah, that's why I came over here. I just got back from work and wanted to let you know before I grabbed it. They put it with my stuff and I didn't check it until a couple of days ago and then I had a case and–”

“Spencer?” She cut off his worried rambling.

“Yes?”

“Could you grab it please?”

“Oh! Yeah!” He was like a baby giraffe walking for the first time. His legs were not keeping up with his body as he quickly walked over to his place, unlocked his door, and made way for the box over in the corner by his bookcase. “Again, I’m sorry. I’ve been at work more than not recently and I should've brought it over as soon as I knew it was yours but–”

“Oh, I could kiss you right now!” She grabbed the box so fast it could be considered snatching, but Spencer didn't mind.

“Maybe after I take you on a date?” What the hell was that? She was excited, he was flustered, and for him, word vomit was real. “I’m sorry, I have no idea why I–”

“Spencer…” She stopped his worried ramble once again, and Spencer assumed he died and went to Heaven because there was no way the next words out of her mouth were real. “Ask me tomorrow, when I’m not all flustered. I’ll definitely say yes.”

Yeah, he definitely died and went to Heaven, because the next day, he saw her walking back from the grocery store, walked up to her, stuttered through asking her out for real, and she said yes. Just as promised.

#i'm taking more requests!! #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid fanfiction #dr spencer reid

[brucewaynehater101]

I know there’s a bunch of stuff about Bruce being oblivious about Tim being his parent. I want to see the moment of dawning realization. (This might have been addressed.) I don’t know if it’s a slip of the tongue where he calls Tim “Dad” or someone in the know casually asking Bruce about his parent (referring to Tim and maybe even Bruce answering without thinking about it and then realizing what he said). I want to know if Bruce freaks and tries to establish himself as the parent, only for it to backfire horribly, or if he makes a family tree and stares at it until he starts to have those optical illusions behind his eyes that you get when you look at things too long.

In the Tim is Bruce's parent AU, there is a semi-established point where Bruce finds out. It's after the BruceQuest. I'll go more in depth below, but I wanted to acknowledge that I'm totally chill if people utilize any of the ideas for their own fanwork (and thus have a different "discovery" method). Feel free to write or draw about whatever scenario inspires you most.

Anyways, the semi-established one already cooked up occurs because Tim has a famous reddit account. From years of receiving and then finally giving advice to other parents, he's established himself on a few parenting threads. His account has become something of a legend, especially for his advice with superpowered kids. He hasn't asked for advice for a few years and mainly just helps other parents out. From his past requests and his more recent advice giving, everyone knows that the kid he is raising is quite the handful. The kid sneaks out, gets hurt often, doesn't sleep, doesn't eat, destroys things when mad, screams, pushes away others, and isolates. The legend account states that they adopted their kid and, after establishing rules and open communication, have been doing much better with the extremely traumatized child.

Bruce, who's returned from the timestream and realized how important family is (and how much of a lacking dad he's been), goes to reddit for advice. He finds this really famous account with an extremely traumatized kid and realizes a lot of the advice (and perspective of where the kid is coming from) is helpful to Bruce's relationship with his own kids. Tim and Bruce befriend each other unknowingly until Bruce asks for advice that is pretty similar to Tim's siblings.

Tim suggests Bruce implement specific advice to deduce that Bruce is the account he's befriended.

Tim has a mental breakdown for a bit cause of that.

Bruce notices that his online friend is being distant and becomes a bit sad. He's suspicious, but he's trying to respect boundaries now. Besides, this account is at least five years old (Tim is eighteen now and started when he was thirteen).

I don't have quite the method of discovery set, but Bruce finds out both that it's Tim's account and that the "kid" is actually Bruce (although feel free to add misunderstanding shenanigans and angst where Bruce thinks Tim's been hiding his kid from him for that long).

Bruce, understandably, does not take this well. A child should not parent an adult. The fact that Tim did is a failing on Bruce's part. Bruce tries to correct this by suddenly being a parent to Tim (and ignoring some of the advice/habits Bruce has picked up from Tim). This is frustrating for both parties. Tim is an adult and has always been allergic to parenting/authority. He would rather have a fake uncle than a parent who tells him what to do (I know this isn't the actual reason for the fake uncle). Bruce doesn't know how to parent a child like Tim either.

Suffice to say, their relationship falls to part for a bit while they both try to work through the new dynamics and emotions. Tim is trying really hard to let Bruce be a parent to Tim, but it's just not their relationship. Tim has always been the parent. It feels condescending, belittling, and restrictive.

The entire time Bruce is trying to change their dynamics, he's getting the sense that Tim is only letting him do this in the way that a father let's their kid make mistakes or decisions so that they learn a lesson or practice. It doesn't feel genuine.

Eventually, they manage to figure out the new limits of their relationship and new boundaries. Bruce will always be Tim's child, but Bruce doesn't have to acknowledge Tim as his dad. He never did before.

But, yes. Bruce does spend many days after the realization blankly staring in space as his entire worldview shifts, and he goes over every interaction he's ever had with Tim

#dc comics #tim drake #dc universe #bruce wayne #dc au #the parentification of tim drake

[tsukimefuku]

daddies ✦ nanami kento & higuruma hiromi

summary: hiromi is trying to feed his infant daughter, but failed to realize no one can really reason their way out with babies.

this is inspired by my previous higuruma x reader x nanami fic here.

tags and disclaimers: domestic fluff, f!reader, nanami reader and higuruma are a married trio. nanami is a better mother and father than reader and higuruma together, and it fits him so well it hurts.

notes, etc.: pure silly self-indulgence. polyamory/non-monogamy (don't like it, don't read or interact with it, ok?) also, harem =/= polyamory. based on some experiences my mother had with me (according to her) while i was a baby, lol. barely proofread.

“Sweetheart, light of my life, please, eat.”

Hiromi’s voice sounded ten years older than him.

"I have no idea what these tiny humans want," Hiromi complained, trying for the third time to spoon-feed his infant daughter as she sat on the baby chair and he was failing miserably. Meanwhile, you were cleaning up the kitchen, and peeped your head over the counter.

"They want to eat, cry, and sleep, Hiromi. It's not rocket science," you answered. "To be held, also. That might help, you know. She is your daughter too, after all. I thought you'd be good with children."

He sighed. "First of all, I'm great with those able to use language. But this blabbering barely qualifies as such. Second, I highly doubt this is my child."

"... Say what now?" You asked, propping yourself up so intensely you felt you could have hit the ceiling with your head. "Are you seriously implying-"

"No, my love, of course not!" he mustered up to say before you lunged at him with a knife. "We all agreed she was our daughter. What I meant was that she also doesn't look like Kento's daughter, either. She is the spitting image of you, like you generated her all by yourself."

You sighed for a long minute, and then managed to huff a small laugh, relieved.

"Oh, I'm sorry if my family has strong genes!" you joked, throwing a tea towel over your shoulder.

He chuckled with a tiny hint of despair to his voice at his daughter's complete unwillingness to eat.

The former lawyer and reformed jujutsu sorcerer was great at reasoning, but there is no reasoning with babies.

"Dada", the baby suddenly blurted out. She had already called you mama on several occasions, but this was Hiromi's first dada ever.

His tiredness evaporated quicker than water dropping on a hot pan.

His eyes widened and a huge smile pulled on his lips.

"Oh, my God. Ohmygod. Did you hear that? Did you?" Hiromi asked you, sounding more excited than you would have thought he’d be able to after he pulled three consecutive missions in three days. He seemed ready to take flight. "She just called me dada."

His eyes were gleaming, and he kissed the top of her head, nuzzling his hooked nose against her hair. "Good job!"

"Oh, I did, honey!" you answered excitedly, walking towards them both and kissing your daughter on her forehead. "It's dada, see?"

You and Hiromi exchanged a gleeful look before you pressed a tender kiss on his lips. The man seemed ready to come tumbling down like a jenga tower out of sheer happiness.

"I heard that last week."

You and Hiromi turned to face the door as Kento stepped inside carrying a paper bag filled with baguettes for breakfast.

"If you stopped working so intensely, considering you now have an infant daughter, you might've heard it then, too," Nanami chided Hiromi.

Hiromi sighed, still very much on cloud nine.

"Kento, you and our wife are on a leave. Someone needs to keep working."

"We have enough savings for that, Hiromi," Kento noted, "you're simply addicted to work."

Hiromi rolled his eyes to the back of his head, still mindlessly smiling, as Kento walked towards the kitchen to leave the bread on the counter. Then. Kento finally stepped in your direction and gave you a greeting kiss.

"Now, my darling and light of my life, would you please open up and eat, for dada?" Hiromi said to the baby, as if an infant had ease for words.

Of course, it didn't work.

He was having no further luck trying to feed your daughter, who was growing increasingly more annoyed by the minute. She was already mumbling, pushing her little hands against the small table.

"I suck at this," he said with defeat creeping up on him.

Kento looked at that situation and kneeled himself beside Hiromi, rubbing his shoulder, while Hiromi rested his face on Nanami’s hand, sighing defeated. Then, Nanami took the spoon softly from Hiromi’s hand.

"Let me help."

Hiromi pondered for a second, then acquiesced.

Kento adjusted himself to be exactly in front of the baby, and called her a few times before she looked at him. When she did, he smiled, and waited for her to do the same. Then, he began approaching her with the spoon, and when it was close enough to her mouth, she opened it. He proceeded to feed her as if this was the easiest task in the world.

You had seen it dozens of times already, but it never ceased to be adorable.

The former lawyer sighed and threw himself on the couch.

"How the hell does he do that? I mean, our daughter hates me. That's what I can derive from it all."

He was pouting.

You huffed. "Oh, Hiro… First off, she just called you dada. Besides, I struggle to get her to eat, too. Kento is the baby whisperer. I mean, honestly, he's the one who should've been breastfeeding her," you teased, just to see Kento rolling his eyes at you. You grinned widely.

"You both are hopeless," Kento remarked.

"Glad we're not alone in this and have you on board, then," you said, light-hearted.

"Yes. Definitely," Hiromi chimed in.

Kento smiled discreetly before he said, "that's what you get when you have two dadas, apparently."

#jjk #jjk fanfic #kento nanami #jujutsu nanami #higuruma hiromi #nanami kento #jjk nanami #jjk higuruma #jjk imagines #kento nanami x you #kento nanami x reader #nanami x y/n #nanami x you #higuruma hiromi x you #higuruma hiromi x reader #hiromi x you #higunana #TsukimeFuku

[diakitty]

O!Ciel's real name and why not knowing it matters.

! Spoiler warning !

I want to share a thought that came to me about a year ago. Many fans of the manga "Black Butler" often wonder about the real name of O!Ciel (later, the young master) and put forth various theories on this matter. It sometimes gets to the point where people leave the fandom for a while, returning only to ask about the name reveal, completely losing interest in other, more significant events in the manga. Then I asked myself: do we really need to know his real name?

With this ring on not, I — «Ciel Phantomhive», am the head of the Phantomhive family. (Vol. 1, ch. 2)

In this article I will mainly use screenshots with the official English translation by Yen Press, as it can be challenging to find Japanese ones. Additionally, my knowledge of the Japanese is extremely limited. However, I also consult various Japanese sources and materials available on the internet. I am aware that even the official translation may not always be accurate. Toboso puts a lot of meaning into the text, and some of it may get lost in translation. However, in the context of this topic, there should not be any problems.

First, let's touch on an equally important thing, the very essence of names. Our name is what defines who we are. It represents our identity, our individuality. When you know someone's name, it breaks down barriers and makes the person feel more open and honest. Additionally, there are charactonyms, which are commonly used in the media. Charactonym already provide the viewer or reader with some information about the character and give them a chance to reflect on the character's personality. However, if a character doesn't have a name, it becomes more difficult to read through them. Does this apply to the young master? Let's find out.

(Vol. 13, ch. 62)

From the very beginning the young master hid a lot from us: his controversial motives and a mysterious past that was gradually revealed in the smallest details until it reached a turning point. At that moment, the reader realized that they didn't really know anything about him. It turns out that the younger Phantomhive has been deceiving everyone for a long time, including you.

(Vol. 26, ch. 129)

Why did the young master took his older brother's name after his death?

I've often heard people make the following assumptions:

He was an unloved child and envied his older brother.

To avoid legal issues and to get the inheritance and title right away.

For Ciel's sake.

The first one can be immediately put aside. The assumption that the younger brother was not so loved in the family is refuted by the manga itself, you don't even need to dig far.

(Vol. 26, ch. 133)

My sweet nephews. (Vol 3, ch 10)

The young master was loved no less than Ciel. People often suggest that he is an "unloved younger son", basing their argument on the following frame:

The young master deluding himself, succumbing to the manipulations of the demon. (Vol. 27, ch. 137)

However, no one told him that he was unloved and that they would be upset if he comes back. (Edited. I do believe there was some pressure with the whole heir thing, which planted seeds of doubt in a little child, but overall his family did loved him) He compared himself to Ciel. He looked up to him, but at the same time, he felt inferior and didn't see his own strengths. Instead focusing on his weaknesses. It was precisely because this child was not capable of loving himself that he decided that the (self-proclaimed) "weak spare" should not have survived.

The second assumption also irrelevant, because the young master had no idea of becoming the first heir and taking on the role of the queen's watchdog. He didn't let the fact of not becoming an earl get to him. Instead, he decided on what he wanted to dedicate his future to, aiming to become a worthy younger son that everyone would be proud of.

(Vol. 26, ch. 132)

And the third assumption is the one I personally follow!

(Vol. 28, ch. 140)

The young master suffered a lot during that time time in the cult, which greatly weakened his mental state and worldview, but he wasn't a bad child. He loved his older brother, even more than himself. That's why he decided that only Ciel deserved to be saved. He buried his true self and became Ciel, strong and invincible, the kind of Ciel that his older brother could not become.

(Vol. 27, ch. 137)

And I think that at that moment everything we knew about the young master, his motivation and the name itself began to take on new meanings.

(Vol 2, ch. 8)

The younger brother is gone. He disappeared forever, along with the essence of the real Ciel. Only "Earl Ciel Phantomhive" remains...

〞Earl Ciel Phantomhive〟— is I! (Vol. 28, ch. 147)

...And that's all we need to know.

Will the reveal of the young master's real name affect anything?

...No. It will just ruin all the charm and depth of this story, nothing more. The young master rose to prominence, becoming the owner of the esteemed company «Phantom» and the queen's watchdog. He took on the name Earl Ciel Phantomhive, leaving his past behind. After all, we cannot retrieve what we have lost. I am completely sure that the name will not be revealed, no matter how much some people would want to.

Other characters whose real names we don't know.

It's funny that while going on and off about the name of the young master, everyone seems to forget that there are still many characters in this story whose names we don't know. Without going far, we have Sebastian, Undertaker, most of the circus troupe. Moreover, we don't know if they have names at all. Take Sebastian as an example — he was given a name of the young master's dog. We know that this is not his true name, as he could have served many other people who gave him different names. Do we need to know the specific names? No, it doesn't affect anything. All that matters to us is that he is now Sebastian, the faithful dog of the young master.

I can only believe that the Undertaker's name will be revealed at some point in the future. It may be very significant in the context of his background.

And that's all. While being part of the fandom, I managed to see only one person who, like me, does not consider it necessary to know the young master's birth name. Therefore, I hope that someone else will find my thoughts on this matter interesting. Thank you for reading! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

#kuroshitsuji #black butler #o!ciel #r!ciel #name reveal #ciel phantomhive #analysis #manga #sebastian michaelis #rachel phantomhive #madame red #angelina dalles #we won't get name reveal so calm down

[canonicallyobserving911]

"Edmundo the Protector" makes a comeback in 7x6 for the other T.K.

I've already posted about the similarities between Taylor Kelly and T*mmy Kinard (linked here) and now more than ever, they're unmistakable because T*mmy is just like Taylor except he's a man. He slyly tries to belittle Buck the same way she did.

The sneak peek of Buck, Eddie and T*mmy at the pre-bachelor party from 7x6 is not the first time T*mmy made a nonchalant, uncaring and just off-putting comment to Buck. Initially, I clocked his attitude towards Buck in 7x4 (the first scene at Air Operations) and I posted about it after the episode aired because I noticed his behavior (linked here). Dudes like T*mmy are arrogant, jealous, obnoxious and only want to be with a person they can treat like they're in control. Which is the reason why I believe he calls Buck "Evan" instead of Buck. He's trying to "kid" him just because he's older.

Be clear, T*mmy's not the least bit interested in Buck! It's an ACT and he's just along for the ride because he wants what Buck has (his apartment, his life and his family status with the 118). If you don't believe me, go back and watch 7x4 and LISTEN to the things he said. As soon as he walked into Buck's loft, he saw how nice it is and he made a comment about how he's working at the wrong station. But everyone should remember T*mmy's been a firefighter longer than everyone at the 118 (except Bobby who was already a captain in Minnesota) which means he makes more money than all of them. Also, he got a promotion when he went to the 217 and he flies helicopters and airplanes for a living. Therefore, he should be making at least $250,000.00 per year without OT compared to the rest of them. He's a low budget Wal-Mart or Dollar Tree dude who wastes money on toys like car lifts, helicopters and Bull$hit but he couldn't spend any money to buy a costume to show the guy he's dating that he's interested? I call BS because he could have, he just didn't want to.

Edmundo the Protector

Eddie clocked T*mmy's attitude in 7x6 when he gave that lame ass excuse to Buck about why he didn't dress up and he didn't put in any effort at all even though Buck asked him to.

Eddie is protective of Buck, hence his legal name "Edmundo" which literally means wealthy protector (linked here) and he'll do whatever it takes to stop T*mmy from brushing Buck's feelings to the side. I do believe Eddie's trying to let Buck realize how T*mmy's not right for him on his own the same way he did with the first TK (Taylor). Reminder, she was verbally unkind to Buck too when she told him to his face he was needy in 4x8. Also, Buck finally did figure it out (almost a year later) that Taylor wasn't good for him but this time there's a major difference because T*mmy's a man.

In 5x11 Eddie gave Taylor the "Maybe you should go home" face but since T*mmy is a guy and they both know Muay Thai, it means Eddie can kick his ass.

#buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 abc #911 on abc #911 meta #911 season 7 #911 season 7 speculation #911 speculation #911 spoilers #anti bucktommy #anti bummy #anti tommy kinard #Eddie “The Wrench” Diaz #Eddie Diaz is BAE! #Edmundo the Protector

[sortasirius]

"There Goes the Groom" and Buck's Queer Joy

Hey so...remember when I did post ep meta for two years? Anyway we're back like we've never left.

Best Hen <3

OBSESSED with micromanaging party planner Evan Buckley. The clipboard was there in spirit.

"You are late."

I'll take married for several years for $500, Alex.

"Ooo sliders."

"Ah ah. No."

"You didn't just do that." PLEASE

Tommy giving Eddie a bro-y high five and then a soft, sweet "hey" for Buck and a hug??? Fellas I might need to be sedated.

Also obsessed with the tinge of bitchiness in Eddie's tone. It's like jealousy without even realizing it's jealousy. And I think it's an interesting mix of "hey my best friend has a new friend" and something else that Eddie cannot label.

Ryan Guzman you must be studied for that little side eye lmfaoooo

I LOVEEEEE TOMMY HE'S SUCH A BITCH, he said I do not care for your party themes. Me for real.

Why were they all so obsessed with the sliders???? I love them all so much.

"Reach for them and you'll be pulling back a bloody stump." WITH THE RAISED EYEBROWS AND THE LITTLE HEAD TILT RYAN GUZMAN I AM KISSING YOU ON THE MOUTH.

"Wholesome, 80s-themed karaoke."

Buck was a party planner in another life and I stand by that.

"We should totally go as Crockett and Tubbs."

"Absolutely."

They are literally this meme:

The little shoulder rub that Buck gives Tommy <333333333333

The way Buck and Eddie are sitting during the party scene, Buck's arm absolutely SLUNG around his shoulder...yeah okay. Okay. I'm normal about this.

The whole party was two idiot best friends pointing at each other and saying "exactlyyyyyy." Yes, I would die for them.

I just want to say that every single thing about Chimney's journey this episode was heartbreaking and scary and I HATED that I didn't know what was going to happen to him the whole time. Ok thanks for your time.

From that guy stealing his car to every Doug jumpscare, I think they did a really good job freaking the audience (at least...me) the fuck out without actually revealing what had happened. Like..we know he's sick, we know something's wrong, but it was a well-paced episode, even if in my perfect world it would have been like two hours long lol.

And the fact that Maddie is always going to look for him, always going to find him, just like he would do for her...don't look at me I'm emo.

Chim essentially pushing the fact that he is actively dying from encephalitis to the side because being a paramedic and saving lives is so deeply ingrained in him it's something the can't forget? He's so important to me.

Then...Kevin. He's such a huge part of Chim's life, his arc, how he became a firefighter, and it essentially include him in the wedding (even though it was in a very scary way), I think it's a really great take on the idea that our loved ones who can't be there for milestones are there even when we can't see them, especially with his line "you invited me, remember?"

Doug was never there, but Kevin was, Kevin will be there even when Chim can't see him.

"I was trying to get back to you the whole time." THEY ARE EVERYTHING HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE THEM. ALL THEY'VE BEEN THROUGH, ALL THEY'VE HAD TO DO, AND THEY STILL FOUGHT FOR AND CAME BACK TO EACH OTHER!!!!

Bobby officiating and saying "and the Los Angeles Fire Department" THEY ARE A FAMILY!!!!

And then...perhaps one of thee most important scenes ever aired on television ever:

"Sorry I'm late, that fire was a beast."

"So are you."

And STRAIGHT in for a SERIOUS kiss??????? 911 writers room you can have my life, take it, it's already yours.

Tommy's little huff of surprise and then hum of "yeah okay I'm down for this." PUT THEM IN THE DICTIONARY NEXT TO THE CUTEST COUPLE OF ALL TIME

And last...Buck coming in to the room where his family, both blood and chosen, is, with soot all over his face, and a smile so bright that it had to have lit up the entire west coast, not caring who saw him or who knew exactly what he had just been doing...yeah, that's what this shit is all about.

EDDIE'S beautiful smile when he realizes how happy Buck is they are best friends FIRST and that is all that matters to me!!!

Hen being like "it's about damn time." SO TRUE QUEEN OF COURSE SHE KNEW!!!!!

I haven't really been able to put this into words yet, but the way they are handling Buck's bisexuality and his first relationship with someone of the same gender as him is just...it's almost astounding. It's been handled with such care, from Oliver to Lou to the writers to the NETWORK, everyone is so clearly fully onboard with this and not afraid of it.

And there's no pain here, his coming out is not born out of trauma or being forced or caught or guilty. Tommy made him feel something that he had never been able to put a name to, and Tommy is helping him figure it out. He's letting Buck be overeager without taking advantage, he's letting him move at his own pace (which, of course, is at light speed) but is also confident enough in himself to pump the brakes when he feels like he needs to.

I just can't get enough of that smile, of how fucking happy Buck is. Happy in himself, happy with Tommy, happy to finally have a name for who he is, and not be afraid to share it with the people he loves. His parents' reactions don't matter, because he knows the people that matter to him most won't care who he's with, as long as he loves them and they treat him well.

It's such a huge step for Buck, who has so often fallen prey to what other people might think, it's so refreshing to see him get to explore this without fear of what others will say. Tommy is a steady constant, experienced and knows who he is. He teases Buck and calls him Evan and flirts with him shamelessly, and it flusters him in the best way.

To see a character like Buck, who was, essentially, billed as straight from the beginning of the show, be able to come in to himself and experience real queer joy...wow. For me, it just can't be overstated.

I can't wait to see where Buck's journey goes, and I am just so...grateful to be able to watch it.

#spoilers #my meta #dusting off this tag lmao #lilly liveblogs 911 #911 abc #911 7x06 #911 #buddie #bucktommy #madney #evan buckley #buck is bi

[rottenprincessshura100]

Blue Exorcist 150 Notes

We start off this chapter with Rin and Yukio's team move through "Satan Mountain" and like a macabre theme park, they find themselves in Satan's head. The fact that it's a version of Asylum isn't an accident. It's the evil place that made Satan an unfeeling, human-hating creature. Rin already knows the truth, but Yukio doesn't. It will be interesting to see if Yukio learns to have some empathy for Satan.

Speaking of "not feeling." Rin is clearly troubled once he finds out about Osceola's death. But he's hiding his emotions from Yukio. This isn't good at all. Yukio realizes it too, hiding emotions is a sure way to open one up to demonic possession. Even though Rin has conquered demon Rin, bottled up emotions could reopen that side of him. It's all Yukio's fault. Every time Rin reaches out, Yukio pushes him away. Rin has seen so much, maybe he's emotionally shutting down.

The next thing we realize is that they are in a maze, with an arrow that points to nowhere. Maybe it's another metaphor for something? It's not a directional arrow, but a giant weapon.

Maybe they need to use that weapon to battle a threat, or use it to open a passage? We'll find out in June.

Shiemi also notices a person creeping about in the maze. The person has light-coloured hair, which means he's from the Azazel, Lucifer or Uzai family. Is it a ghost in Satan's mind, manifesting itself? Is it a young Shiro or Satan? We're not sure.

We then head over to Lucy's group. They've been followed by a helicopter. Which is strange, because I thought Satan's Magic Mountain wouldn't allow something like that. Didn't they mention in earlier chapters that the mountain would shoot flying things down? Weird.

We get a conversation between Lui and Lucy. Not only are they family, but they seem to share a similar fate. It seems that members of the family inherited special powers like the Renzo family with Yamantanka. But Lucy has lived so long, she hasn't passed those powers down, and Lui seems to be next in line. He doesn't like that she's so powerful, holding the family ability, but at the same time he has a soft spot for her. You can tell.

We find out that the helicopter has Ibis inside. She lands and unleashes her dreaded, flaming firetits. (Items that will be censored in any future anime project with some sort of flaming fire bra.)

Iblis attacks the exorcist group, and kills many of them. Lucy is pulverized and scorched by Iblis. But like Osceola, I think we'll see one final transformation before she dies. Lui calls her a "monster" earlier in the chapter, and I think she'll release that monster from her broken body. I'm hedging my bets, that the powerful demon temptaint will go into Lui.

Lucy calls him Seiryu Liu...Seiryu means dragon, and as we know her familiar was a pretty impressive dragon....will he be able to take on the beast next?

#blue exorcist #ao no exorcist #yukio okumura #rin okumura #aoex

[dira333]

hi!!! i just want to say that i absolutely love your writing!!! feel free to ignore this if you don't feel it, but i would love to see a fic with any haikyuu character (preferably kurroo, oikawa, or aone) being at a family dinner and reader's mom starts making passive aggressive comments about her??

again, absolutely no pressure!! i love your writing style. it's so beautiful and descriptive!!

okay I should have went to bed an hour ago, but a tired mind works best, right?

Aone

Your mother either has a death wish or is pretty familiar with Aone already if she dares to make passive-aggressive comments in his presence. He's one of the most feared guys for a reason. But if she's known him for a while and knows what a carebear she is or if she's upset about something, she could slip up.

Nonetheless, Aone is big about respect. He wouldn't disrespect her by any means. If she wouldn't stop on her own, he'd get up though, tower over her - not realizing how scary that is - and say "if you don't have anything nice to say you shouldn't say anything at all" and either leave with you or sit back down, content that this is settled.

Might ask you to cut contact if he notices she's not learning.

Oh, and of course - he's holding your hand under the table. Touch is very important to him to calm down so he makes sure you know he's there for you.

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Kuroo

I know I know he's the sass master. But we often forget that he (most likely) comes from a broken home and was really shy as a kid. He respects authority figures too. I think he would call your mom out, but he would do it in a polite, backhanded way. He's the kind of guy to insult her in a way that leaves her feeling complimented.

He's using his hands to speak, I think, so he'd probably press your knee against yours, shield your body with his in a way... He's big on body language.

Kuroo would definitely ask you about this later. Has she done this before, is this a repeat pattern, do you know what triggers it?

He's gone through therapy for sure, so he knows a lot. Might ask you to join him in therapy as well (not as joint therapy but like, both of you, you know?) and depending how long you've been dating, he might actually open up about his own struggles and how that event triggered him too.

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Oikawa

the messiest of them all. He's got a way older sister. I think he's the baby of the family, so he might not be used to parents dealing passive-aggressive comments at him and if they hit you, they might as well be hitting him.

Depending on just how aggressive these comments are, he's either going to be sickly sweet about this, or Karen launching herself over the table aggressive. Either way, he's getting back at your mum.

He might forget to keep contact to you in all of that and go a little overboard, but if you've been dating for a minute, you might already be aware of his dramatics.

You're probably not going to get invited back pretty soon, but when you leave, he's not making it about himself but about you. Full on pampering session and all.

So, what do you think? What direction do you want to go?

#my writing #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #aone x reader #oikawa x reader #kuroo x reader #aone takanobu #oikawa tooru #kuroo tetsurou

[exitpursuedbyavulcan]

The Silver Dragon (3)

The Bench

On Arianwyn’s tenth nameday, a grand reception is held in her honor. Though most guests are not in attendance for the Lady of Runestone, but rather the Princess Rhaenyra, who is mere weeks away from giving birth. But Arianwyn does not care, for Aemond is there. And he has a present for her.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x OC (Daemon and Rhea's daughter)

Warnings: none

Author's Note: This chapter just had minor edits. I've realized that in early chapters I kind of jumped around with POVs, so I've fixed that. Enjoy!

Series Masterlist - Previous Chapter - Next Chapter

The nameday celebrations for Aria were far humbler than those for her cousins who held the titles of prince and princess. It drove Aemond mad, for she surely deserved at least an equal celebration, if not grander. But she was still the daughter of a prince and a favorite of the queen. So, on her tenth nameday, a grand reception was held in her honor.

While formal invitations for her past celebrations were sent to all the noble houses of Westeros, only House Royce and their bannermen from the coast of the Vale had dutifully journeyed to the capital to observe the occasion each year. The rest of the court came and went as their own agendas dictated. Indeed, while many were in attendance this year, Aria was not the reason why.

Rhaenyra was with child once again. Though still weeks away from the birth, the nobility of Westeros was eager to ensure their presence at the birth of the newest Targaryen. Aemond and Aria had finally learned why.

Jacaerys and Lucerys were bastards. It meant Laenor was not their father, and their mother was a whore.

It was not hard to see it, now that he knew. Neither had the white hair or violet eyes of a Valyrian child, but rather hair as black as raven’s feathers and eyes a deep brown, like muddy water. Had it been just Jacaerys, perhaps the court could have overlooked his common appearance. After all, his presumed paternal grandmother, Rhaenys Velaryon, was half Baratheon. But even the Queen Who Never Was was blessed with the violet eyes of her father’s house.

When Lucerys was born looking as ordinary as his brother, the court began looking beyond her husband’s family. Most eyes fell upon her sworn protector and Lord Commander of the City Watch, Harwin Strong. The son of the Hand sported the same coloration as the young princes and often visited their rooms in Maegor’s Holdfast when he visited the Red Keep for Small Council meetings – despite the two towers being on opposite ends of the castle.

But while it was clear for all to see, their bastardy never left whispered conversations in empty corridors. At least, not anymore. Not since Ser Evin Tascer had ended an evening of heavy drinking on a cart to the Wall – without a tongue. But the gossip persisted, though out of the king’s earshot. His mother had forbidden him from mentioning it in public.

That didn’t stop him from teasing them about it in private. It was rightfully deserved after all they’d done to him – and obviously true. He only ever felt bad about it when Aria found out and scolded him.

Many suspected Rhaenyra was purposeful in avoiding another pregnancy. After all, the princes were born only a year apart, and Lucerys was already nearly six years old. With no miscarriages or other devastating accidents reported and the princess still young, there seemed to be no other explanation.

But now she was again with child, and every noble in Westeros waited with bated breath to look upon the babe – and its hair. As the birth neared, more and more nobility descended on the capital to ensure they were among the first to know. It just so happened that Aria's nameday coincided with the deluge of Westerosi nobility.

But Aria had not once mentioned that it bothered her. The gardens of the Red Keep were bursting with nobles in colorful and elaborate clothing adorned with glimmering jewels. Aemond was more than content to let her pretend it was all for her – it was his way of protecting her.

After all, it was her nameday, one of Aemond’s favorite days of the year. On this day, he got to spend the whole day with her without having to go to the Dragonpit. And she smiled so much. It was also one of the few times they got to see her cousin, Ser Gerold, who always encouraged their research and praised their dedication to learning about their family histories.

He arrived at King’s Landing as always, with a carriage overflowing with gifts. As usual, a great number of these were ancient artifacts of House Royce. After thirteen years, her quarters nearly rivaled the vault at Runestone.

Of course, he also brought her new novelties—books filled with fantastical illustrations depicting fairy tales and historical tales alike; carved wooden toys painted in the colors of their house that, at this point, she was decidedly too old for; dresses of the finest silks and brocades; and jewels of all kinds set in gold, silver, and, naturally, bronze.

Aemond knew his present would outshine it all. It was not a relic of her family nor a decadent new creation. It was old, yes, but humble in appearance.

He had slipped into her rooms earlier that morning, his gift wrapped in simple brown parchment and clutched tightly in his arms. As the second son of a King, he’d become accustomed to being looked over and learned to turn it to his advantage. So it was easy for him to slip past Aria’s guards and her lady’s maids to make his way to her dressing room.

She sat at her vanity, holding various jewels up to her neck, her eyes scrunched as she assessed each one against her black and bronze dress. Aemond slipped from behind a wooden screen as she picked up a delicate silver chain dripping with diamonds. Her grey eyes spotted the movement in her mirror, and she met his gaze through the glass.

“Happy nameday, Aria,” he whispered, a gleeful smile on his face.

Her smile quickly matched his, and she whipped around on her seat, the diamond necklace clattering forgotten on the vanity. “Is that for me?” she asked, pointing at the package he held.

Aemond nodded, running up to meet her. She immediately tore into the paper like a dragon eviscerating its prey. He laughed, more excited about giving her this gift than he had ever been to receive one himself.

It was an old book, a thoroughly unimpressive tattered tome. The binding was linen—not leather—and had not weathered the years well. The fiber had degraded so much in places along the spine that the reed and twine holding the pages together were visible. The pages themselves were yellow with age, stiff, and uneven. It was unclear whether they had been torn through centuries of use by countless users or cut that way originally by an inexperienced craftsman.

He knew that all that would matter to Aria was the title: Deciphering the Runes of the First Men.

“Where did you get this?” She asked, eyes wide and mouth agape – precisely the reaction Aemond had hoped for.

Their routine of visiting the castle library to research their families' histories had continued, but over the years, there were questions that even Orwyle could not answer. Many pertaining to the Runes of the First Men. The Runes that appeared on many of Aria’s belongings and gave her keep its name. Orwyle had corresponded with his colleagues in Oldtown over the years to try and answer their questions. However, information on the Runes was scarce, even in the regions of Westeros that still clung to that history.

But now, on the morning of her nameday, she at last held a book that may contain the answers she sought. Setting the book carefully on her vanity, she leaped from her vanity stool and straight into Aemond’s arms, her question entirely forgotten.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” she squealed, holding her cousin so tight he struggled to breathe. “I hardly even need the party anymore. You’ve already made this the best nameday ever.”

Aemond hugged her back, face flushing at her gush of praise. “I don’t think my mother would approve. She’s spent weeks planning the party.”

Aria withdrew from the hug, sighing dramatically. “Fine. If we still have to have the party, help me choose a necklace so we can go and get it over with.”

She returned to the vanity, smiling mischievously at Aemond in the mirror. Still laughing, he sat beside her and began rifle through her jewelry box.

Hours later, in the gardens, Arianwyn impatiently fiddled with her necklace. Aemond had chosen one of braided bronze and silver chains, with a smattering of various jewels woven in. The day was growing hot, and Alicent and Gerold relentlessly continued to lead her throughout the party and present her to so many people that her head started to spin.

She was finally granted a reprieve when a servant pulled Alicent aside to discuss the alarming rate at which the pastries were disappearing from the table. As soon as her Aunt’s attention was off her, Arianwyn thanked Ser Gerold for coming and ran to the other end of the garden as fast as she could.

Helaena and Aemond sat on a bench together against the garden wall. Entirely disinterested in the party, they watched honeybees land clumsily on the plate set between them, lapping up droplets of the sugary punch Helaena poured for them.

“There are only ten now,” Helaena said when she sensed her cousin’s presence, though her eyes remained steadfastly focused on the plate. “But a few moments ago, there were twenty-one.”

Arianwyn smiled, glad she had arrived after most of the bees had left. “Do they like the punch?” This conversation was already far more interesting than any she had with any of the other party guests.

“They do,” Helaena said, tipping her goblet to spill more on the plate. “But when they fly away, they seem clumsier than usual.”

Aemond laughed, looking up from his sister’s experiment to his cousin. “Of course they are. They’re drunk, Helaena. There’s wine in the punch.”

Though Helaena seemed horrified at the prospect, Arianwyn couldn’t help but laugh. “If you give them enough, they may start acting like Aegon.”

At this, Helaena at last joined in the laughter. But it did not last long.

As if summoned by the sound of his name, Aegon emerged from the crowd, Jace and Luke trailing behind him.

“Were you saying something about me, dear Aria?” He drawled. Like the bees, he was already quite wobbly. “You know it’s not nice to gossip.” He pursed his lips before chuckling, the two younger boys joining him. Luke dropped his head as he laughed. Jace smirked, looking directly at Arianwyn.

Aemond began to quiet. His smile faded, and he turned his head down, staring at his hands. Arianwyn would not allow this on her nameday.

“We’re simply having fun at my party, cousin.” She said, venom sneaking into her voice. She stepped slightly in front of Aemond. “Are you?”

Aegon scoffed, “As much as I can, I suppose. Though I can’t say the conversation has been particularly stimulating. Most of the people here only want to talk about Rhaenyra,” he spat the name of his sister as if it were a curse, “and the others about you.”

“It’s my nameday,” she snapped back. “Why should they not be talking about me?”

Aegon’s smile grew unsettlingly wide. Taking another deep swig from his cup, he moved closer to her, so close she had to crane her neck to look into his eyes. “Do you know what they’re saying, Aria?”

She felt her face flush with anger. Aegon had few talents, but his careful cruelty was undoubtedly one of them.

“I’ll give you a hint. They aren’t talking about that garish bronze armor your cousin brought you. Though I’m not sure why –  it’s truly horrendous.” He looked back at Jace and Luke, signaling them to laugh. They did.

When Arianwyn continued her silence, Aegon leaned down, his face close enough for her to smell the alcohol on his breath. “Ten is an important number, cousin. You’re not just a girl anymore. You’re well on your way to becoming a woman.” He reached to touch her cheek, but she slapped his hand away, baring her teeth.

“Do you wonder why my mother has been parading you around like a prize mare? Today is the day you officially go to market, Aria. As soon as your father finally acknowledges you even exist and agrees to a deal, you’ll be shipped off to the highest bidder. If you’re lucky, he’ll be kind enough to not bed you until you’re older.”

Arianwyn shrieked in anger, gathering all her strength to push Aegon away from her. He just laughed as he stumbled back. She wanted to hit him more, hit him harder, but she did not want to make a scene at her own party – it would just give him more reason to mock her.

“Come, Aemond,” she commanded, seizing his hand. “I’m tired of the party. Let’s go to the library.” He did not argue, letting her drag him off the bench without resistance.

With his fun over, Aegon left the bench and returned to the throng of people, his two raven-haired lackeys close behind. Only Helaena remained, and two of her honeybees. She dipped a finger into the punch, letting one of the insects crawl onto her fingernail to drink.

“The silver mare shall never be sold,” she whispered.

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