#and truely i just want to get out as much as i possibly can on my own but thats just not possible

[hellodarling1357]

Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts? (Cassian x Reader) - Part 4

Here it is!! The 4th (and possibly final) part of Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts?

If anyone wants to see anything else out of this fic, let me know and I’ll be more than happy to write it! But for now I’m going to focus on working through the requests that have been sent in and outlining another (much longer) Cassian x Reader fic that I’ve been thinking about for a while now!

You can read part one, two and three here if you need to catch up ❤️

Word Count: 2.6k

You blindly pushed your way through the crowd, no real destination in mind, you just needed to get away from everyone. Away from him.

There was no chance of holding back your tears now and you inwardly cringed at the scene you were making as the crowd of gaping people watched and parted for you.

“Y/N.”

The shout of your name had a quiet sob escaping from your lips and the murmured apologies that came from behind told you that Cassian was chasing after you.

Bursting onto the, thankfully empty, balcony you heaved a breath as you lent against the banister, trying to stop the trembles that coursed over your body.

“Y/N,” Cassian shut the door behind him, preventing the onlookers from watching the scene play out. “What’s going on? What was that?”

You couldn’t find the words, so instead just shook your head as the tears fell, refusing to meet his eye.

Sensing him now standing beside you, you flinched when his arm lifted up and wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you closely into his side as he gently caressed the bare skin of your arm. Cassian didn’t know what was wrong but he was damned sure going to at least try to offer you some comfort. But when you let out a cold, disbelieving laugh and stepped out of his grip, Cassian’s brows furrowed, his worry, concern and confusion amplified by your dismissal.

“Don’t,” your voice croaked and your body missed the momentary warmth he had provided. “It’s not fair, Cassian. You know how I… Look, I’m happy for you, truely I am. But I can’t pretend that it doesn’t hurt. I just, I need some space.”

Your eyes brimmed with tears again as you stared out across the sprawled city of Velaris, desperately trying to keep yourself together, not being able to bear the thought of Cassian seeing you crumble even further apart.

“I don’t understand,” Cassian’s voice was laced in question. “Can’t pretend what doesn’t hurt? Y/N, if I’ve done something then I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, but you need to tell me what it is because I’m coming up blank here. Hels, we haven’t even properly seen each other since…” He trailed off, running a hand through his hair, as if remembering what he had drunkenly said before it had all spiralled out of control.

Still leaning against the balcony, eyes squeezed tightly shut, you didn’t notice Cassian edging closer to stand beside you again until he gently took your hand in his.

“Y/N, if it’s about what I said the other night, it doesn’t have to change anything. You’re right, I was drunk, really drunk, and now that—“

You ripped your hand away from his, not wanting to hear what you assumed would be “…and now that Evalina is back.”

“Just go away, Cass.” You finally turned to face him, just barely witnessing his crestfallen expression change into one of shock and frustration as he let out a huff.

“I know it was unexpected, but you don’t have to act like I’ve—“

“Like you’ve what, Cassian? Like you suddenly, out of the blue decide to tell me that you love me? And then, what? Not even 24 hours later, you and Evalina are walking arm in arm down the Sidra.”

“What does Evalina have to do with any of this?”

Cassian could understand why you would be angry about what he had confessed to you that night. Hels, the fear of his feelings getting in the way of your friendship is what stopped him from saying anything earlier. But even though your rejection of him being anything more than a friend was apparent, he didn’t have any regrets about finally putting everything out in the open. At least now that he knew where you stood, he could have a chance of moving on instead of living for the blind hope that soared within him at every smile and glance you sent his way.

Despite all of this, he was still completely thrown at the mention of his ex’s name, not quite understanding how it played a part in you being mad about him admitting his feelings. You, however, just continued in your outburst, not even registering Cassian’s interjection.

“And the worst bit about all of this is that it’s my fault” You let out a sad laugh at the realisation. “If I had just heard you out the other morning, let you explain and tell me for yourself, then I wouldn’t have been letting myself get my hopes up that you actually felt the same way, wouldn’t be thinking that maybe we could actually work, after all these years, only to find out, from Evalina of all people, what had happened.”

Cassian swiped his thumb over your cheek, wiping away your tears, the gesture bringing your rant to a standstill as you stared at him with wide eyes.

The confusion slowly ebbed away as Cassian started to piece together what you were saying, that this whole mess had just been a stupid misunderstanding from both of you. Still, he needed to hear you say it, needed to hear what had taken shape in your mind which was so, so far from the truth.

As that glimmer of hope flickered back to life, Cassian softly asked, “What do you mean by what had happened, Y/N? What does Evalina have to do with this?”

You looked at him as though he had been hit over the head, not understanding why he was forcing you to say the words that had your mouth feeling like sandpaper and caused your heart to feel as though it were being torn apart.

“That you and Evalina realised you were mates?” You slowly said in confusion, before hurriedly saying, so as not to take away from your friend’s happiness, “Look, I’m happy for you. I really am. But, gods Cass, I’m not going to lie, I’ve been so deeply in love with you for years now, and I thought you meant what you said to me, and then finding out it’s actually Evalina…I think I just need some time...”

And there it was.

Rhys and Azriel had been telling him for years to get his shit together because you obviously felt the same way, but not once did he think it could actually be true.

The wide grin that spread across Cassian’s face had you balking, sure, the mating bond could make those involved get overly intense when it comes to their mate, especially at the beginning. But you would’ve thought that he would be somewhat courteous of your feelings after bearing your heart to him.

“Y/N, are you jealous?”

You blinked at him, silenced by his blunt and sudden question as feelings of shock and enragement coursed through you at his blatant arrogance.

“Fuck you, Cassian.”

Letting out a disbelieving scoff, you turned on your heel back towards the party, trying to decide on whether you should find Mor and let her assist you in drinking away your sorrows, or slipping away so that you could cry yourself to sleep.

Your foot had lifted a mere inch off the ground before a strong hand was circling your wrist and spinning you back around.

The intensity of Cassian’s expression left you breathless, his eyes frantically scanning over your face, searching for the answer to an unasked question.

He must’ve found what he was looking for, for no less than a second later, his other hand was cupping your face before pulling you against him and pressing his lips to yours in a searing kiss.

You let yourself get lost in the feel of his mouth and the closeness of his body. A small moan left you as all thoughts disappeared, leaving your mind vacant of everything that wasn’t the male in front of you.

Finally breaking the kiss, Cassian lent his forehead against yours as he took in deep breaths, unable to contain his grin or control his breathing, especially at the sight of you before him.

You kept your eyes squeezed tightly shut, the pounding of your heart and your breath mixing with Cassian’s stealing you of all your senses as your mind tried to play catch up.

“Cass…what?”

But his deep chuckle reverberated through you before he pressed another kiss to your lips, the corner of your mouth, your cheek, your forehead, as though he couldn’t get enough of you, until finally…

“She’s not my mate.”

Your blank stare prompted him to repeat what he had said, grin still very much present as he rubbed his hands up and down your arms.

“Evalina. She’s not my mate—“

“But—“

Another kiss silenced you before he continued with a pointed look, telling you to let him finish.

“I don’t know what you saw the other day, but we bumped into each other at one of the markets, she’s just moved back from Dawn and we figured it was about time we talked and cleared the air.”

“But she said you were mates?”

This time Cassian pressed a kiss to the top of your head before leading you over to one of the bench seats that overlooked Velaris, softly taking your hands before explaining.

“No, she said she had found her mate. We saw the two of you talking earlier, I just assumed you already knew.”

“Who?” You asked before the pieces clicked into place, Evalina had just moved back from the Dawn Court…

“Bryn? From that new bar? They’re mates?”

“Yes, they are.” Another chuckle escaped him at your expression.

“Oh.”

Cassian gently nudged you with his shoulder, looking at you expectantly. But you still couldn’t entirely wrap your head around everything.

“Evalina and Bryn are mates?”

“Yes.” Cassian repeated in a bemused tone.

“But they’re so different,” You hadn’t realised you had said it aloud but Cassian just laughed in agreement, his thumb rubbing circles into your hand as he tried to get you to focus so that you could talk about where the two of you stood.

“The way she said it, she just seemed so smug…”

Cassian let out a small groan as a memory resurfaced.

“Well, she did overhear you and Mor talking about her once, something about her slim chances of even having a mate...” You paled at that, the pair of you had never openly shown your dislike for the female out of respect for Cassian, but after a few drinks you both tended to get loud and opinionated…

“Fuck, Cass, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make her feel… Shit, I knew I must’ve done something to make her not like me.”

Again, Cassian laughed and waved off your apology.

“Y/N it was over twenty year ago, trust me, it’s fine. Besides,” He trailed off, a sheepish expression crossing his features as he ran a nervous hand through his hair. “I might’ve been the reason she didn’t particularly…warm up to you.”

Not warming up to you was putting it lightly.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, she always had a suspicion, it used to drive me crazy, probably because I wouldn’t let myself admit it, but she was convinced there was something going on between us.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at that. Right. You still had to have that conversation, you just hoped you hadn’t scared him off with how you reacted earlier…

“You’re actually sort of the reason we broke up.”

Now it was Cassian’s turn to blush, his cheeks opting for a pink hue as he stared at the ground, refusing to meet your eye.

“Cass?” You gently asked. You had always wondered what had happened but never wanted to push him, their final fight had been explosive.

“Do you remember, you and Mor were going to see that play but last minute she couldn’t make it so you asked me to go with you instead?” You nodded. It had been so long ago but you would never forget that day.

“Turns out, I’d forgotten that Evalina and I were meant to get dinner that night,” Cassian seemed to hesitate before continuing. “For her birthday.”

Oh, well that made sense. After the play you had grabbed a late lunch, which turned into afternoon drinks that stretched well past midnight. Nothing had happened between the two of you, but keeping him away from her on her birthday… You knew how that would seem if Evalina already had doubts.

Noticing the slight cringe on your face, Cassian heaved a sigh.

“That’s not even the worst of it. When I got back, she was waiting up for me and I tried to make it up to her but,” Leaning forward, Cassian let out another embarrassed breath, still refusing to meet your eye. “I…I might’ve accidentally let your name slip out during... And, well, we broke up that night.”

You were stunned into silence, your cheeks turning red at the thought. Cauldron, no wonder Cassian never delved into the details surrounding the breakup. At least Evalina had since found her mate, you and Cassian’s tangled mess a long forgotten detail of her past.

However, you couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you. The reality of the whole situation came crashing down as you realised how much time you had both wasted.

“So even back then?”

Cassian looked at you, question dancing in his eyes that prompted you to continue.

“So even back then, you were in love with me?” You nudged his shoulder with your own before turning back to face the view of the city, hoping to hide your overwhelming grin.

“Long before then, Y/N…” He trailed off, voice filled with emotion as his hand softly came up to cup your jaw, turning you back to face him.

Words wouldn’t be able to capture the feelings and emotions you felt in that moment, so instead you simply whispered, “Good to know.”

You raised your hand to cup his cheek, softly caressing the stubble that lingered, your other hand tightened around his as you tilted your face up to meet his lips in a soft kiss, hoping to convey all the thoughts you couldn’t yet say.

*****

The two of you lost track of time, only breaking apart at the distant sounds of awe that filtered through the night.

Looking up, you watched on as the first few stars flittered across the sky, the music from the band inside trailing out to the balcony as the brigade of colours danced across the darkness overhead.

You quickly jumped up, turning to face Cassian, whose face was filled with adoration as he watched you, and grasped his hands to pull him up alongside you as you made your way to the edge of the balcony.

Cassian stood behind you, his muscled arms wrapping around your body as he pulled you tightly against him, his face half concealed in your hair as he watched the stars fly across the sky in silence, content in witnessing this moment with you by his side.

After a moment, you leant back even further against him, turning your head to place a kiss against his neck.

“In case you missed it before,” You whispered, “I love you too.”

“Good to know.”

His words were a mock whisper of what you had said earlier, but the smile that was still present as he tilted your face closer to meet his had butterflies swarming your stomach.

The kiss was filled wish such passion and love that it left you mourning for the time you had missed together, but longing for what was yet to come.

*****

Wooooo love our miscommunicative king and queen but at least they got there in the end. Of course Evalina wasn’t going to get in the way of a happy ending 🥲

Again, if you have any one shot requests for this particular series (or any requests for that matter), my inbox is always open.

Idk, maybe it can be about whether or not Cassian and reader are mates, some Starfall smut, or a little throwback to Cassian and Evalina breaking up because of Cass’ little slip up, I really loved that detail aha! The options are endless….

Thank you so much for reading 🥰

#cassian x reader #cassian acotar #rhysand x reader #azriel x reader #acotar #cassian x y/n #cassian x you #cassian imagine #acofas #acomaf #acosf #acowar #marley writes #rhysand acotar #azriel acotar #feyre acotar #a court of silver flames #a court of frost and starlight #a court of wings and ruin #a court of mist and fury #a court of thorns and roses

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AMITA for lying to everyone I know about my identity’s as a queer/neurodivergent person?

I (18M) am a bisexual, transgender man who is also autistic, ADHD, and OCD. When people hear this about me, even if they know me, I feel like they build up this image of me as an awkward, “cringy” 11 year old who’s obsessed with “cringy” fandoms. And while i have a qualm with this because I know they are looking down on people who are just less masked/higher support needs, I also dislike that they do this because it’s just not who I am. Without the labels, I mostly seem like just a normal dude, if not a bit nerdy.

I also used to be extremely bullied as a kid (7-12) to the point of a suicide attempt, mostly due to homophobic, transphobic, or ablest remarks about me. Since then I’ve completely changed community’s and do not talk to anyone i knew before high school.

When authority figures (Teachers, Show Directors, Investors of the teen programs I lead) apply ablest/transphobic stereotypes or prejudices to me, they also tend to be less,,, normal? around me. Less kind compared to other kids, call me an “inspiration”, or they’ll coddle me when I’m incredibly capable. I do a lot for someone my age- and I know the connections I make now at conferences and whatnot will help me in the long run. My dad’s family is poor, and my immediate family is more comfortable but not that much. I know I’m smart, and I can weaponize that to get a better life for my family by getting good scholarships and jobs in good fields. I can’t just let people who could be very important to my goals look down on me. So i just.. don’t tell them anything about me. They might assume Im odd or “not normal”, and for the most part I let them assume whatever, but if i’m ever asked directly about anything I deny it. Especially in relation to me being transgender; I have the very privileged ability to pass without any medical intervention, and I use that to pretend to be cisgender. Living in the deep south of USAmerica, most of who I am could make my social life very uncomfortable to downright miserable.

Here’s where the problem starts happening. when my social and (what i consider to be a) “professional” life occasionally touch, I wouldn’t be able to be out everywhere socially without someone I don’t want knowing finding out. So i don’t tell any of my classmates/friends/peers about any of my identities either. I hang out with queer and straight people, never be actively homophobic/ablest, and will be very vague about the two questions i’ve ever received about any of that stuff. It’s very, very exhausting to pretend all the time, every day, especially pretending that I’m cisgender because it’s a tricky game, but I can’t really back down and I’m afraid that I might get bullied again if I was ever open about it with classmates.

A few months ago, I was dating this guy, who i’ll call Kai (17M) Kai is also a transgender man, but does not pass at all and is comfortable with it. He’ll get shit sometimes, but also has essentially no straight friends. I told him I was queer when we became good friends, and then told him I was trans after we started dating. I also told him why I lie about being cishet or neurotypical, and while he didn’t seem happy he didn’t push it at first. I told him that I understood if he didn’t want to be in a secret relationship, but because of where we live and what I want to do I wasn’t comfortable with being out again. He said he still wanted to date me, and claimed he would support me, and we had a pretty good relationship overall.

A month after that, he started bringing it up again. He told me that I was more than my identity, and if people didn’t see me for who I am instead of stereotypes, it isn’t worth talking to them at all. And while I agree with the sentiment, it’d never be possible to just not hear someone if they were harassing me, and while I truely dislike a lot of the authority figures that I engage with, they are in the professional fields I’m interested in, and I’m incredibly lucky for getting where I am so early. Kai also said that since I am well known in our very small school (only 300 kids), being out could be a positive influence on what people think about autistic people or trans people. In a particularly heated fight, he even said I was doing a disservice or betrayal to my community by not representing or being proud of being apart of them publicly.

We broke up pretty soon after, but I think about what he said a lot. I know that I wouldn’t be the only out person at my school, and that my school is actually a lot better compared to most local schools, which are a lot larger and… dramatic, but I just don’t think I could be out without going back to how I used to be mentally. And Kai was right about how I could be a good influence on some of the meaner classmates- I do think some of my peers who I ingenuinely connect with might reconsider their prejudices if they knew I was transgender.

I’m intentionally choosing not to take the opportunity to do better. It wouldn’t ruin ALL my relationships with the authority figures I consider to be important holding, since it would just be my school, It might dampen one or two of them. Plus, I’m lying to pretty much everyone who knows me. They build relationships with a false idea of me, and I feel like an asshole sometimes because I’m not honest.

TLDR: I’m a transgender, autistic guy in a very bigoted community. Everybody thinks i’m cishet and neurotypical. AMITA for not being proud of who I am because of potential social losses, and AMITA for lying to people and giving friends/peers false ideas about who I am even if they would not be friends with me if they knew?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole #suicide cw

[evilminji]

Pondering Doors Again >.>

Thinking about a concept I saw in a Manhwa. "Dungeons feed of the death that occurs within them" and how the Protagonist went "alright, Bet. A stable and prosperous society for outcasts has a LOT of Death! What with the need to eat food and people growing old and thus, inevitably, at least SOMEONE dying every day".

Because FARMING is and always has been a slower but more profitable way to accumulate food then Hunting. More reliable too.

And? What better way too feed your hunger(HungryHungryHUNGRYItHurtSIMSO-) then by BECOMING a Trap Door? Not every ghost looks human. Not every ghost WANTS too.

Maybe you want to Live. Yes, you are fighting, fighting, fighting. Not even Death can take you. But given half a chance? Given the infinite freedom of the Zone and all of Time stretched out before you? Do you? WANT to think anymore? WANT to keep fighting FOREVER for every scrap of food to fill your endless NEED for food? Your obsession with being full?

You can stop.

Like meditation.

Instead of MAKING a Lair... become one. You could always change your mind, if you felt like it. Souls rarely if ever DO, but you COULD. Then? You wait.

There are house ghosts. Dwellings that die. You blend right in. Are you angry? Vengeful? Do you blame the world? Perhaps you'll call them in. Like Hansel and Gretel. Look upon my house made of candy, children. Isn't it tempting? Isn't it sweet? Come closer. Listen to my siren song.

Chomp.

But, maybe you are tired. Hungry. Old bones and cold, barren soil. Barely the strength to paint gaudy veneers over straining, decaying wood. Like long abandoned circuses. You try for the appearance of cheer, but your tattered visage. betrays you. Yet, just like them, while you may not be able to entice those you truely wish to come? Vermin find safety and comfort in your walls.

And is that not how nature heals? First the weeds? The insects and vermin? Little things that build to great forests over time? Blobs hide within in you. Safely out from underfoot. What do they care, if you can not provide them scenery? You are safe. And they? They feed you in turn.

Like little worker bees. Drifting out, gorging on ectoplasm, and returning. Nesting safely inside you, they radiate that Ectoplasm and leech it into the Lair around them. You feed. And Feed. And FEED.

You make more places to hide for them. Bushes. Trees. You only half remember them now, so the colors are off and the forms shakey at best. The blobs do not care. More flock to you in response. You grow stronger. Make more trees.

You finally, FINALLY attract a curious and skittish ghost. They linger by the entrance. Watching. Uncertain. They know traps and hunters hide out here. Who would leave a perfectly good Lair up for grabs? This is a trick. A nasty little trap. Right? It has to be! Their luck can not be this good.

But it is. Because bottom feeders find each other all the time. Lairs that have little to offer and Ghosts who couldn't possibly defend anything worth keeping. All the Zone is stronger then them, why not be weakling together?

And they always take the chance. Because hope is eternal.

Inching forward in a cautious float, ready to dash away, they eventually realize the Lair really IS up for grabs. It really CAN be theirs. Which of course... means they have to fix it up of course! They are THRILLED. Look at all this ROOM! Why, these trees are LOVELY. A good start! They just gotta tweak THIS and then THAT aaand... there we go! Oooh, now over THERE would be a great place for a- *excited muttering*

And a proper ghost? MUCH better at bringing in Ectoplasm then a blob. Then dive in and out, fetching plants to transplant, decorations, building supplies. They invite their friend to crash with them. Become roommates. Their roommate gets a partner. They meet someone. Eventually somebody has a kid. And so on and so on.

All the while, they are feeding their Lair. Do they know it's not a NORMAL Lair? Yeah. They aren't dumb. Blobs disappear sometimes, if no one leaves for too long. House ghosts don't do that (or so they're told). But? They aren't powerful ghosts. They are weak ones. They CAN'T defend one of the nice spots from jerks who want to take it.

But a Lair that can defend ITSELF? And doesn't seem to want to eat them? Meh. Whatever works, man.

And you know what happens? Eventually, you reach a sustainable mass tipping point. Enough ghosts, set up in houses and cabins and castles and caves. All within a single Trap Lair. That they radiate enough ectoplasm to sustain the Lair itself. Enough that it can FINALLY pull the infamous and legendary "never leave" trick.

What is that trick?

Simple! You are a ghost. You'd kinda like an apple. You get up to leave you Lair to go get one. Oh, hey, an apple tree! That's new. Oh, these are really good! You sit back down. You never leave. Why would you leave? You are happy and have everything here. Your friends and family are here. Have another cake. Sit back down.

That is the trick.

The Trap of the sort of Trap Door.

They are known as Honey Traps. Heaven's Gates. Dream Doors. And they build slow to become quite dangerous. Entire cities exsist inside them. Ghosts go in and never come out. The take the energy you produce, small kernel that it is, and feed it back to you. And Ghosts? Efficient generators that they are, produce far more then they are given. Little into more. Little into greater. Building and building.

Until it has the strength to weave dreams.

Trap and entice. Blind and numb you. Bread and circuses for the masses, pay no attention to the bars that keep you here. You LOVE the comfort of your cage! You can leave whenever you want! You just never want too.

The Lair makes certain of that.

@the-witchhunter @hypewinter @hdgnj @mutable-manifestation

#danny phantom #danny phantom prompt #dp prompt #minji's ponderings

[allkordelia]

Friends...to Lovers?

The sea dragon sigh throwing down her stuff on the floor before landing face first into her soft mattress, she been gone at sea for a year and half with her uncle sailing. They went to many places in westeros and essos starting with Lannisport and finishing with Lys, a exciting journey for the girl it took her ages to convince her parents to let her go but after a lot of begging and many promises later they allowed her to go and help with the trade.

Her time out at sea surprised her, she spent more time in the air than in sea but somehow her father's blood truely ran deep in her, it felt natural as she assist around the ship Sea Snake and help her uncle navigate and sail. While on her journey, she meet a lot of people during her time in the free cities and saw many famous structures the whole trip made her get a itch to explore more, which made her explore each continent with a brothel just out of curiosity to see the difference from the ones in king's landing. The ones that daemon took her to when they return to king's landing were pallid and dry from the fake moaning and overdramatic screaming were funny but disconcerting, she told him that after he was finished with one of his lady friends.

~

She watched as daemon walked out from behind the thin sheet that didn't really hide what they were doing along with two girls who had a satisfied smiles on their face, he put on his tunic and took a seat on the other side of the table before pouring himself a glass of mead.

"Enjoying yourself, cousin. I can always ask the madam to send a man or woman to keep you company." She let out a laugh putting the mead she been nursing for quite some time to her lips.

"Again I say no thank you, only here to observe and take in." He chuckled leaning against his chair watching the naked woman walk or dance around.

"And what are your foundings, cousin." He asked moving his cup to his mouth.

"Well, from only being here for few hours I have come to conclude that these men are shit at fucking." She watched with a wide smile as daemon spit out his mead and laughed, and she couldn't help but join him.

"How can you possible know that?"

"For one, the fake moans and overdramatic cries of pleasure these women sprout from their mouth gave it away, and the unsatisfied looks once they walked out." Daemon chuckled again shaking his head.

"I doubt that it matters just as long they getting paid good." She hummed in respose with a look.

"I guess, but if it was me I would want more money for putting in so much work pleasuring you only to get unsatisfied." She said with giggle, daemon looked at her with eyeroll and soft scoff.

"What would abstient little thing like yourself know about pleasuring a man." She didn't say anything to that making daemon look at her, she rolled her lips inward as she looked straight.

"Tell me it isn't so the daughter of the sea snake lost her purity." He whispered making her roll her eyes.

"Who was he?" He asked curious with a small grin, "...and give details did you suck his cock or just got right to fucking." She looked at him.

"No, but he was gladly to go down on me before we did it." She smiled widely making daemon eyes widen.

"A man with good taste..." he looked at her with flirtatious eyes making her shake her head, "...and who knows what he likes sounds like me...I like him." He says putting his cup to his lips, when he said that she made a noise causing him raised his brow at her.

"You wouldn't be saying that if you knew who is was." He gave her a look before answering.

"Is it that dornish prick, ser whatchamacallit caspian because if it is your dead to me." He pointed a finger at her making her giggle.

"No and it's not the very handsome ser criston cole, but the son of someone you despise." He was thinking of the person's he might be talking about but it didn't stick.

"I despise a lot of people fathers you have to be more specific, love." She sighed exasperating picking her cup again.

"Ser Gwayne. It was ser gwayne." She said before downing the rest of her mead, she glanced over at daemon wore a blank look.

"You fucked that slimy cunt's son have you no dignity." She sucked her teeth as he overreact.

"Fuck off, daemon. Gwayne is sweet and gently and very good with his tongue." Daemon groaned displeased at what he was hearing.

"Great. You just ruined my evening." She chuckled as she watch him pour more mead in his and her cup, as he pulled out small bag the tall curvy red red hair madam walked up to their table.

" Leaving so soon my prince, mysaria would be displease to see her favorite customer gone so soon." The madam said.

"She'll get over it." He says nonchalantly dropping a couple of coins on the table, the madam hummed before turning her head towards the sea dragon.

"I never seen you around here before, new?" The young girl looked up a bit taken back at the woman attention on her, the sea dragon nodded as she averted her eyes down. Unknowingly to the woman but the young girl was dressed like lad so she can walk the streets of fleabottom without being notice by guards.

"Have you ever been in a brothel before, my lord?" The young woman shook her head no.

"Well, your always welcome back any friend of daemons is a friend of ours," the madam hand landed on the woman thigh making sea dragon go wide eye, "...and because your so cute I'll be happy to be your first...on the house." The madam winked making the young sea dragon opened and close her mouth speechless.

"...my cousin will love to but it's past his bedtime." Daemon said standing up making her follow suit.

"Maybe another time." The madam smiled pecking the sea dragon on the cheek before walking away, the young woman glanced at daemon stunned making him laugh and pull her out of the brothel.

"You know you should do it, I promise I won't tell." He leaned his body against hers making her smile and shrugged him off.

"So, same time tomorrow." He ask as they turn a corner down an alley, the young woman shook her head.

"I can't I'm leaving with my uncle tomorrow." He stopped as she turned to him.

"Where?" She shrugged.

"No idea. He is taking me on my first voyage, which leads me to ask if you can watch over Elixia. I can't really take her with me." She gave him a tight smile he leaned against the wall next to her with small smile.

"You won't last a day at sea, you belong in the air...with me." He said looking at her making her roll your eyes.

"Do I now?" He nods before towering over her, the young serpent didn't look a bit taken as she raised her brow.

"I love you." He whispered making her smile.

"Love you too, buddy." She patted his chest before moving out from under him and walking away, daemon looked after her with a smirk. He hurried after her putting his arm around her shoulder pulling her close to his side as she giggles and put her arm around his waist, they both walked the streets of fleabottom laughing all the way to the castle.

~

She opened her eyes at the thought of daemon she wondered what he was doing at this moment, the door to her chambers were opened she didn't move to see who it was only hearing their voice.

"My darling?" The voice of her mother rang their her chambers making the girl shift and look at the door, a confused and unsure looked plastered her mother's face caauing her to sit up.

"Yes, mama. Is everything okay?"

"You tell me, prince daemon targaryen is in the courtyard summoning your presents." She furrowed her brows she been back for only an hour and he already knew she was home.

"I'll be there in a minute let me just close my eyes for few more seconds...." she close her eyes laying back down on her bed snuggling into her pillow, her mother stared at her for a minute before coming into the room.

"You been spending a lot of time with the rogue prince,"

"He is my friend and has been for a while now, he likes my company and I like his." she heard her mother make a noise.

"I hope you mean in a talking and dragonriding way." The young woman rolled her eyes under eyelids.

"Of course, mother and I told you what happened with ser gwayne out of respect. Do you think I am that stupid to do it again with daemon no less."

"Watch your tone with me, young lady. I know you are smarter than that and I trust you to make good decisions, it's daemon I do not trust." Her mother said.

"We all know the rumors. What he spend most of his time doing in fleabottom or silk street, and how he likes bedding lord's daughters and...his temper." Her mother sounded a bit scared making the young girl frown a bit.

"I know, mother. But, daemon is my friend he wouldn't do anything to hurt me." She heard her mother sigh before feeling the back of her mother's hand caress her cheek.

"I hope your right, but be cautious my love he is like a untamed dragon beautiful and magnificent from afar, but if you get too close he might burn you." She opened her eyes to look at her mother before the princess leans down to kiss her daughter's head.

"Do not be too long, my darling." Her mother said before leaving her alone to think about her words.

~

She walked out the castle to see daemon was looking up at the sky as the sun shined upon him, he looked different his hair was short and he wore a crown on his head.

"Does my eyes deceives me or is that daemon targaryen?" She spoke loudly with a wide smile catching his attention, he saw her and laughed jogged up to her. He picked her up as she wrapped her arms around his neck before he spin them around making her laugh, he finally put her down holding her at arms length to look at her.

"May, may have you changed." His eyes roamed over her features and body taking her in she gently shook her head, the only thing that changed was her hair no longer being its wild hair was now short length dreaded like the males in her family.

"I can say the same to you, nice hair cut by the way." She touch his silk hair that was sticking out from the crown making him swat it away.

"So, what have you been up to while I was away." She asked hinting at the driftwood crown that sat upon his head, he smiled with a look of triumph he opening his arms.

"You are now standing in the present of the king of the stepstones and narrow sea." She covered her mouth her hand trying to cover her smile.

"I can't belive it."

"Believe it. Now all I need is a queen by my side to rule." He says moving hands to her waist gently squeezing them, she hummed with a small smirk as he leaned his head against hers. She could tell that something caught his eye as he looked back to her.

"Your parents are watching us, I wonder what will happen if I kiss you right now."

"My mother would probably have you killed or she do it herself." She giggled feeling his hands snake behind her to her lower back just above her backside.

"One way to found out." He moved his head to the side to capture her lips only to be meet with her soft cheek.

"Nice try." He made a noise before giving her a firm peck against her cheek before pulling away.

"Is there somewhere we can go without prying eyes." He said looking over her shoulder she turned to see her father back to them trying to talk to his wife as she stared at them with narrow eyes, the young woman turned to daemon again nodding moving to grab his arm walking them out of the courtyard.

~

"So, how was your journey." Daemon asked as they walked the shores of diftmark, the tough woman turned to him with a pleasant smile.

"It was great met a lot of people even sailed a bit. Got to travel around the free cities visited some brothels and brought some treasure back as well." Daemon chuckled looking at her as she talk.

"Sounds like you had fun." She looked over at him with a pleased smile.

"I did...pity that it's over now and I'm back here in my prison waiting my sentence to be married." She said a bit bitter as they took a seat on a large diftwood tree trunk.

"Have your father and mother already found you a suitor?" He asked a bit tense.

"They have three house they wish to marry me into the arryns, the tully, and the starks. I'm kinda hoping for house starks just because I wish to see the snowfall." She chuckled as daemon didn't found what she said amusing.

"Why waste your time with some piss poor lord of winter, when you can marry me." She rolled her eyes ignoring his words as she played with a stick.

"Firstly, the starks are one of the most respected houses in westeros and secondly, my mother isn't your biggest supporter at the moment sooo..." she shrugged with pursed lips as she used the stick to draw on the sand.

"Well, your father likes me shouldn't that be enough." She snorted.

"No, I need both of my parents to like you or a good enough reason to marry you to put to rest that I'm in safe hands for my mother's sake." He looked at her with a look.

"What does that suppose to mean?" He asked offended.

"Nothing, it's just that my mother knows about your bad habits and she worries that I may get hurt." She heard him scoff as her eyes were still trained on the sand and her drawing.

"I beat a messager to bloody pulp out of anger one time...his fine now." He under his breathe uncaring making her look at her.

"I was talking about the whores, I didn't know about that." She said looking at him a bit alarmed, she knew he had a tendency to lash out but since she been with him she only saw it at the tourney years ago, but that was before they were friends and haven't seen a outburst of violence from him since.

"It doesn't matter now it was a stressful time during the war, and you know I wouldn't do anything to hurt you." He looked at her with warmth making her turn her head back to sandy ground.

"I know." She mumbled, he looks at her.

"Why do you do that?"

"What?" She asked not looking at him.

"Look away. When I show any sign of affection you turn away, why." She stop for a moment before going back to drawing.

"I don't know, I guess I'm not use to your affectionate looks." She heard him sigh.

"That's a lie."

"How so?" She said stopping what she was doing and looking at him.

"Because I been looking at you like that since dorne." She gave him eyeroll not believing his words.

"You call eye fucking me affectionate." He nodded.

"In my head, yes." She hummed shaking her head slightly, they sat there for a minute in silence when daemon moved closer to her before grabbing her hand and holding them in his lap.

"I love you." He said looking down at her hands.

"I love you, too."

"Enough to marry me." She sigh tilting her head to the side.

"Maybe. I don't know I just don't want you to hurt me" She said gently, daemon looked hurt at her response.

"You know I would never–"

"I mean emotionally, daemon. I do not wish to hear rumors of you in brothels well I'm stuck in some castle waiting for you or worst...pregnant and all alone." He looked at her before letting go of her hand and standing in front of her, she watched as he took off his crown and placed it on her head.

"I, daemon targaryen, stand here in front of the beautiful sea dragon asking her to be my wife...my queen." He gets down on one knee making her look at him, "I have felt nothing but emptiness since you been gone, my love. All I wish was for you to come back to me. All I ever dreamed about was you."

"I will give up everything for you the crown, the whores, I would even throw the iron throne into the narrow sea if you ask me too." the woman kept her eyes on daemon as he speak feeling tears well up, " ...because when I'm with you I don't feel like the rogue prince...I don't feel bored or angry all the time, you make me feel like daemon...just daemon...your friend and my soul mate." As he grabbed her hand she closed her eyes trying to stop the tears from falling.

"Will you marry me?" She opened her eyes looking down at the cold metal around her finger, she gasped slightly at the silver moonstone ring on her hand.

"Do you like it?" He asked watching her closely.

" I fucking love it..." she glanced at me him as he smiled, "...and I love you, issa jorrāelagon." She grabbed his cheeks pulling him into a kiss, he put his hands over hers deepen the kiss.

"You still didn't answer my proposal." He said against her lips, he didn't want to pull apart yet been waiting a year and half to do this.

"The answer is yes, dummy." She said back, he pulled her up to her feet holding on to her waist still kissing her.

Daemon couldn't resist as he put her over his shoulder making her laugh, she held on to the crown on her head as he look around for a spot for them to lay down. He walked up the sand dune before putting her down, she grabbed him by the collar of his leather black vest armor pulling in for another kiss before pushing down on the beachgrass and straddling him. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders making him do the same to her waist, they kiss each other roughly passionate as they bite and suck on each other lips causing the other to moan. Her hand snaked into his hand pulling it slighly causing him to moan lowly she did it again but this time she pulled it roughly tilting his head up causing him to grunt in pleasure and pain, unknowingly to him the sea serpent he love so much had started to unbuttoning his pants as her lips brushed against his cheek towards his ear.

"...break my heart, targaryen. I'll carve out your own." She whispered before her lips attach to his neck causing to him to grow hard.

"No better way to die but by the hand of the woman I love." He finally said back making her hummed in respose, daemon's hand went up her gown his thumb brushing over her sweet spot repeatedly making her loosen her on his hair. He flipped them so she was on her back and he was hovering over her, she groan and laugh at the same time from the special and impact.

"I let you do that..." he chuckled bending pecking her lips.

"Sure you did, my princess."

~

Daemon was on his side thrust slowly inside his lover from behind, the woman whimper pushing her hips back against him as he fucks her gently. It was mid morning when daemon woke up to found his lover in the mood for a quick fuck, before he had to get ready for the tourney.

"Ah, daemon..." she moaned grabbing his hand as it rest on her waist as he fucks her through her orgasm, daemon panted coming soon after making him lay slump next to her.

He pulled out making her whine from the lost before he rolled out of bed naked, the woman turned her head watching her lover walk over to the table to pour him some mead. She smiled observing him like this she founds him very sexy when his all covered in sweat it makes him look mystical in the sunlight, she shifted onto her back sitting up against the headboard as she continued to admire his beauty.

She linked her hands togther as her thumb rub over her ring that he gave her nearly a year ago, it amazed her how long its been since their wedding. All she could remember is being nervous thoughtout the whole ceremony even though it wasn't a big wedding more small with only house velaryon to witness it, daemon didn't wish to go back to king's landing so soon and see his brother making her question his reasoning on the quick proposal. He was very quick to dismiss it saying he wasn't ready to go back to king's landing just yet as the man they once knew, but as a husband and king with her by his side to show them how much he changed. After reassuring her about his commitment towards her made the wedding less scary then, and not soon enough was time for their consummation which they didn't waste time in undressing and dropping into bed. She and daemon soon left Diftmark traveling to Dragonstone to reside until he further notice, but after weeks of staying their daemon and her found out some interesting things.

~

Daemon was walking back to his chambers to fetch his wife when he saw walking down the opposite hall with a vacant look, "My love, are you okay?" He asked, she looked over at him in surpised before giving him a questionable look.

"What?"

"I said are you okay." She made 'oh' look before nodding.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I was just deep in my thoughts." She said dismissively daemon squinted at her but let it go for now before telling her he had something to show her, and grabbed her hand pulling her all the way to the hatchery. When they finally got there he left her to look for the maester about the surpised, as she waited and looked around she felt a sudden pull making her turn around in a circle before seeing a dragon egg nesting. She tilted her head to the side as she walked up it, she couldn't help but place her hands on upon it feeling it's warmth she notice egg was seaweed green with currant red fleckers.

"It looks like you found Elixia and Caraxes's hatchling, m'lady." The maester says from behind her she turned to see daemon with grin on his face as walk to your side, she looked back at the egg in astonishment before turning your gaze to daemon who picked up the egg and held it close to his chest like a baby.

"Do you know what this mean,issa jorrāelagon." He asked looking at her taking a step closer. (my love)

"What does it mean, my dear." She asked already knowing what he was about to say because was saying it herself.

"We may be getting a child...a heir...our son." He whispered the last words with a pleased look, the sea dragon had a watery smile as she held out her hand making smile and grab it before place it against her stomach.

"It looks like we don't have to wait too long for him, my love." Daemon didn't move his hand from her stomach as he try to register what she said, he finally looked at her before pulling her in for a kiss pecking her with all over the face he let out a victorious laugh as he looked down at her belly and rubbed it.

~

She smiles at the memory as her hand was on her swollen belly, she huffed feeling a kick. She called daemon making him pull his shirt over his head quickly before over to you, she grabbed his hand quickly as the baby kicked again they waited a moment before she felt another kicked. Daemon let out a chuckled moving his hand around her belly before kissing it, and got up to stand to kiss her on the lips.

"You look very handsome, husband." He looked over his shoulder smiling at her, he was getting his shoes on before pulling his vest over his shirt.

"Thank you, wife."

"You coming back right when i go into labor?" She asked as she tapped her fingers against her swollen stomach, he had a unsure look but it disappeared when turn to his wife.

"Of course, my love." He came over to her placing a satisfied kiss against her lips.

"One more favor before you leave, my darling." Daemon stood by your bedside with his hand in yours hands, "Please don't try to kill anybody out of respect for our soon to be son." Daemon hmmed.

"I try my best even through that is the best part of the tourney." She rolled his eyes at his bloodlust.

"Just don't kill too many of them." He nodding kissing her knuckles and then capturing her lips for a moment before pulling away.

"I love you, my princess." She smiled against his lips.

"I love you too, my prince." He leaned his head against hers and pulled back, he went over to the door to found septas and female servants behind the door I guess they were waiting for them. He opened the door wider as he stepped inside piling into the room, he eyes roamed over to his wife who looked at them worrisome before looking at daemon, he gave her a couraging smile making her give one back.

"Have fun, my love." She said as the servants started to shift around the pillows on the bed to make her comfy as possible, he gave her a quick and firm nod before walking out he hoped that she forget asking him to come back. He doesn't know if he could take the sounds of her screams as she delivers their child, he never told her this but he had a dream a very nightmarish dream that made him afraid to stand by his wife's side. He knew what happened to his brother's wife after praising the son from his dream he lost both of them a day, but at the time he understood he always thought he could do the same if it meant getting an heir. But, those feelings has changed he fears that the gods will punish him from his past behavior by taking away the only light in his life and so he promised himself he die before putting his wife through that whole ordeal, he even said if he had to choose he would choose her over their unborn child he don't think he can live with the reminder of his choice.

So, when he it was announced that wife went into labour not too long his heart beat inside his chest like a hammer to a stone wall, when the time comes he told his brother if word send for him to return to the castle for the deliverance was to tell them excuses and so viserys did when the first messgaer came to ask for the return of the prince to the castle. At that moment daemon was jousting with a unnamed knight that he didn't give a damn what his name was and won, and eventually had to beat to a bloody pulp after he tried to attack him from behind. As daemon bask in the glory again after another win he smiled as they cheered for him his eyes moved over to viserys, who was talking to the maester he notice something was wrong as they talk with timid before looking over at him with a grim and worried look he glance over at his wife's family to see her mother look upset and her father to look worried as they listen to the conversation. He soon walked out off to get his armour remove he threw his helmet on the ground before hissing at the squire to hurry up before stalking away, he soon runs into his brother and other two members of the council.

"What happened? How is she?" He said in a haste looking at the maester for answers.

"Everything will be explain soon when we get back to your chambers."

"No, I want to know now. Is my wife okay, my child? What? What! I need to know." He said growing agitated making him step towards who stepped back and viserys grabbed his shoulder only for to shove it away.

"Daemon. You need to stay calm and listen to maester mello he knows what he is doing–" Daemon cut off his brother with humorless laugh.

"I doubt that profoundly," he looked over at corlys as he descended walking up over to the group of men.

"My wife and I wish to know how is are our daughter and our grandchild." He said asked firmly looking at the maester with a stern look.

"Like I told the prince–"

"Good thing. I'm not the prince I am her father and demand to know what is happening." He said each word leaving no room for argument, maester sighed exasperating before explaining.

"It seems that the baby been breech, and we're trying to get it turn around." Daemon clenched his fist before walking around them hurrying to the castle, as he tries to get to her his wife's back was against the headboard as she panted as she clenched the bed in pain.

"Where is my husband, is daemon here yet." The servant at the door looked back at the princess.

"I'm sorry, m'lady. But, he is not." She grunted in pain as the septa's hand press down on her belly trying to get the baby to turn, she closed her eyes as she tried not twist and turn in discomfort as she silently pray to The Mother for her child safe passage out of her. She couldn't finish the prayer as the sharpe discomfort that came making her as she clenched the pillow by her side, daemon ran all the way to his chambers before peaking inside the room to see his wife in a puddle of her own blood and sweat making him step back and close his eyes.

He thought he could deal with the scene in front of him since been around a lot bloody body, but when it's the woman you love is hard to watch as she groan in pain. Daemon turned his head hearing footsteps come his way he saw the group of men walking towards him, the maester walked past him inside to check on the his patient.

"I wish someone told me that hardest part of this is seeing the woman you love in pain." Corlys hummed in thought as he stood next to him.

"I remember the day that rhaenys was in labor, no matter where I went I all I could hear is her scream echoing throughout the castle." Daemon looked at him with a reluctant look.

"Ho‐How did you deal with it." He saw a small smile spread across his father-in-law face.

"Against my maester and advisers better judgment, I walked in my chambers even rhaenys thought it wasn't "proper" for me to be there..." Daemon listen to corlys wordd it distracted him from his wife's torturing pain.

"But?"

"...but she changed her mind fairly quickly when it was time for her to push, I sat by her said the whole night and early morning holding her hand and whispering couraging words as she scream and squeeze the life out of my hand." He chuckled making daemon smile a bit.

"And in the end it was all worth it to see my babe born, our sea dragon and my eldest daughter." Corlys says fondly at the memory, maester mello came out of the room making corlys and daemon look his way.

"Good news, prince daemon. The child is no longer breeching and your wife can continue to push." Daemon let out a sigh of relief as corly patted him on the back.

"That's good..." he said about to walk in there when the maester stopped.

"My prince you can't go in there." Daemon looked at mallo with a vacant look.

"Who's going to stop me?" He asked before walking around only the maester following behind him.

"My prince, it's improper for you to be–"

"Fuck improper." He said walking inside seeing his wife covered in sweat, she turned her head to see her husband and smile weakly.

"My beloved you made it." He hurried over to her taking her hand in his own before kissing it.

"I'm sorry I'm late, my queen." He leaned his head against hers making her kiss her eyes in gratitude, but the sweet moment was over when she moaned in pain.

"It's time to push, my m'lady." She started shaking her head afraid she been waiting for this the moment she started her contraction.

"No, no, no, no, no. I'm not ready, daemon-ahhhh." She grabbed daemon's hand as the pain was overwhelming.

"It's alright, my love. I'm right here you can do this..." she shook her head as tears welled up and fell.

"No, I can't... hurt so much...I can't-ahhh..i can't." She whimper as daemon watched her helplessly as he couldn't do anything to stop the pain, he turned towards the door to hiss corly who motion with his head to the bed making daemon catch on. He got up from his knees taking his boots off with one hand before removing his vest and getting behind his wife, she scooted up a bit still in pain before falling back against his chest.

"Hold my hands and you got this if you can take a hit and get back up, you can easily push out this child." He whispered in her ear making her nod as she held both his hands.

"Okay, m'lady. Push!" The septa says, daemon cringe a the loud piercing scream that came from his wife as she pushed, it felt like a eternity when they heard the sounds of the baby wails. The tired mother falled back against her husband chest as her heart hammered in her chest, they took the baby away to get clean not a second later announced the gender.

"It's a girl." Daemon made a hummed noise a bit taken back wasn't expecting that targaryen dreams are usually right, he was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard his laugh.

"A girl...its a girl...how lovely." Daemon could help let a chuckle as he was giggling from the pain being over, but her that changed when she gripped his hands again as pain shot through her body again.

"My love, what's wrong? What is it. " She didn't say anything as she sat forward groaning, the septa passed the baby over to the servant girl and walked over to the bed and lifted up his wife's gown.

"There's a another." She said surpised getting back in position as lady velaryon started pushing without thought.

"By the gods, we're having twins." Daemon whispered starstruck, she shouted as she pushed before taking a breather and continuing. Finally, the pain was hopefully over she laid back limp exhausted from all the pushing but she was still alert and heart didn't stop hammering in her chest.

"...daemon...why don't I hear crying." She asked weakly, she try to lift her head to look at him but couldn't found the energy move her head from his chest.

"I-I don't know," he was about moved when she grabbed his forearm causing him to stop, she finally got to move her head to look up at him as he stared at the group of women.

"...don't leave me, please." Daemkn looked down at her pleading eyes as nodded settling down against headboard, he wrapped his arms around her front as he closed his eyes. Daemon never pray in his life for nothing not even when he was in battle, he felt it was useless and that gods didn't care to listen to their devotees pathetic whines and pleads. But, it's seems that he there's a first time for everyone, and seems this was his as he prayed the seven he could hear his wife barely audible prayer to The Mother. Like a miracle, the baby cries out making the ladies surrounded it sigh in relief before announcing its gender.

"It's a boy, your highness." Daemon let out a small sob at the sound of his son, he buried his face in his wife neck trying to hide his face. His wife let out a sigh her hand going to his hair raking it, she heard him sniffled before quickly wiping his eyes and containing himself.

"My sweet prince." She said caressing his cheek with the back of her fingers, he smiled at her.

"Issa gevie ābrazȳrys nyke ȳdra daor gīmigon skorkydoso nyke glaesagon mijegon ao." He said. (I don't know how I'll ever live without you.)

"Nyke ȳdra daor gīmigon skorkydoso nyke glaesagon mijegon ao tolī." She sigh before he kissed her cheek multiple times. (I don't know how I'll live without you too)

"Your grace, do you wish hold your childern now." They looked at the septas who held the twins.

"Yes, please." She said adjusting herself before the septa laid her som into her arms before doing the same with their daughter as daemon held her, the septas and the servants left the couple alone so they can a little family time.

"What should you name them?" He asked as he look from behind to your side, she looked at him with furrowed brows.

"I'm thinking you can name him and I'll name her, I have two good names for my little princess." She smiled looking over at the baby with mop of white hair.

"I think you should name them both, and I can name the next one." He chuckled when she gave him a look.

"Bold of you to think we're having anymore of these little monsters, your not touching me for at least a month." She said jaded looking down at the baby boy who had the same mop of hair like his twin.

"You wouldn't last a week before you come begging me to fuck you."

"Hush you. No cursing in front of the babes the last thing we need is their first words being fuck." He a small smile etched kts way up on his lips.

"Wouldn't that be something, and maybe on the sixteenth name day I can take them out to fleabottom like I did you." She rolled her eyes.

"If you take my childern to that place, I'll have Elixia eat." She gently caressed her baby's head, he watched her with love before he remember.

"I wasn't gonna come back to the room." He confess out of nowhere, she raised a brow at him.

"I was going to stay at the tourney until you were finish, I couldn't handle the screaming but than I talk to corlys and–"

"He told the day i was born and how he sat by my mother the entirely time, yeah he told me that story multiple times as a kid." She said with a small smile.

"I'm sorry." He said, she shook her head.

"It's okay, you came anyway even though it was late you made in time to see the birth of your childern." He hummed smiling at down at them.

"The second best decision I ever made."

"What's the first?" She smiled.

"Fucking you on the beach." She made a urge sound as she rolled her eyes as he chuckled.

"You know what I have decided to name our little prince after my grandfather, Aemon, and name our princess after the woman who birth aegon the conqueror, Valaena."

"I thought you said I could pick." He comments.

"I changed my mind." She gave him a mock smile before glancing down.

"Well, jest on you because I liked them both very likable and brave people to live up to." She nodded turning to her husband.

"We're parents." She said as the realization yet them.

"Yeah, we are..." he smiled as they both leaned in kissing each other.

~

"Daemon get your ass over here, it's hatching." She said placing Valaena in her cradle with her brother.

"I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming." He said walking over to her without a shirt, it been couple of months since the both of the twins and couple days ago since they return home to dragonstone when they decided to put a dragon egg in the cradle.

They were worried since they placed it just six moons ago and it haven't hatched, but now it was happening they watched as the egg shake slightly. The egg cracked revealing two dragons the lady wife gasped softly seeing the two dragon emerged, one was all green with fleckers of red on its body well they other was all red with fleckers of green on his body.

"Have you seen anything like this before." She asked her husband, he shook his head as he stared stunned at them, the green and red one moved closer to the babes making the sea dragon grab her husband hand.

The green dragon looked over at aemon moving towards him lowly with caution as aemon stared at it, the red did the same with valaena making the baby giggle in amusement. They both watched happily as the dragons took a liking to their riders as they spit small fires casuing the babies to squeal, the princess leaned her head on her husband shoulder Watchung with a smile well her laid his cheek on the top her head as they watch their childern bond.

#daemon targaryen x you #daemon targaryen x oc #daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen x y/n #daemon targaryen smut #asoiaf #asoif/got #asoif fanfic #a song of ice and fire #game of thrones #black!reader #black oc #x black reader #black reader #blackoc #house of the dragon #house targaryen #daemon targaryen x black!reader #house velaryon #hotd

[msfantasy]

Time Traveller

Summary: a short on how Y/n travels back in time and meets her younger husband.

Ominis Gaunt x reader

Ominis would typically wish that he was anywhere else but here.

Tonight, however, is different. Tonight the Gaunt family is joined at the diner table by a special guest, who just so happens to be a ‘distant’ relative from the future. When she first step through the manor, she had explained she is a Gaunt by marriage only to non-other than Ominis himself. He found it incredibly difficult to fathom such a concept.

Yet here we are.

Sitting next to her, he can smell a faint whiff of her intoxicating perfume. One cannot possibly smell this delightful.

She is obviously not capable of maintaining a refined composure as she continues to fidget in her seat as she fiddles with the objects around her. She often starts rattling off random pieces of small talk to fill the awkward silence which she is clearly not use to.

Ominis can sense his mothers growing irritations with the woman’s insistent restlessness. Afraid of the poor woman was about to suffer his mothers wrath. He reaches his hand out, placing a firm palm on her arm. He was about to gently tell her to ease up. Only she quickly shuts her mouth after muttering her apologies.

This takes Ominis aback. How had she known what he was about to say?

Regardless, Ominis mother makes an excuse and departs the dining table that evening along with his father.

Bored Marvolo bids a good evening, retiring to his room leaving Ominis and Y/n alone at the dinner table together.

“I’m sorry- I’m just not use to this level of quite.” She says leaning towards the milky eyed boy. A small smile crosses his face. “You know how it is… we’ll actually I suppose you don’t yet.” She heaves a heavy as leans in bonking her head into his shoulder. “Dear Merlin- I miss you so much. It’s odd isn’t it? Missing you and yet you’re next to me.”

“I suppose we have a loving marriage then?” He asks with amusement.

“Oh wow… if you knew what you’re like in future… you’d understand why that question is so funny.” A small laugh escapes him, finding great difficulty in imagining himself in a love sick state.

Ominis sits back in his seat, unable to comprehend a happy life. For such a long time, Ominis had come to terms with the cards life had dealt him. He was incredibly glad to hear that life does get better. “Please… I know you cannot overshare but please, tell me if I am happy… truely happy?”

The woman snakes her comforting arms around his shoulders and brings him into a tender hold against her chest. He was about to protest at her intrusive hold until he was cut off as she hushes his thoughts and pats loving strokes down his head. “This is how I hold our children when they’re upset or sick. Sometimes this is how I hold you at night when you had a bad day at work.” A blush of embarrassment crossed his cheeks. Surely, he doesn’t have his wife hold him in such a childish manner. Turning her head she places a chaste kiss on his temple the way mothers do when leaving their children on platform 9 3/4.

She’s so loving, so maternal, so safe. Ominis feels utterly safe in her arms. Merlin- he never wants her to let go of him, but she does release him from her grasp.

Her touch recedes leaving him desperate for her hold once again.

“Ominis my love?” She calls for his attention cupping his jaw. “I am filled with such sorrow, seeing how your life was. Just remember it won’t be long.” She stands pulling away from Ominis. His skin feels cold at her absence.

A colourful swirl opens up in the living room, a portal opens calling for the woman to return. “Wait! Tell me how I win your heart.” Ominis asked with slight desperation filling his voice.

A soft giggles escapes her lips. “The very first moment I beheld you, my heart was irrevocably gone.”

She steps through the swirl and was surrounded by darkness, she continues her journey in the aimless direction until a hazy imagine appears becoming more discernible with each step.

A man stands before her, his arms held open, patiently waiting for her to return into his embrace. Ramming into the man, she holds him in great desperation. “Offt!” He grunts at the force of her embrace. “You were only gone a day my love.” Ominis coos running his fingers through her rich hair.

J“A day too long.” She whispers as she buries her face into his shirt.

#Ominis gaunt x reader #Ominis gaunt imagine #Ominis gaunt x you #ominis gaunt x y/n #ominis gaunt x mc #Ominis x reader #Ominis imagine #Ominis x you #ominis x y/n #ominis x mc #hogwarts legacy imagine #hogwarts legacy x reader #hogwarts legacy

[loverofallthingssarah]

she's the only one for me

wednesday addams x reader

prompt: jealousy

warning: none

word count: 800 +

A/N: sorry for any mistakes or typos

loosely based on some lyrics from jolene by dolly parton but not the actual song itself

“Wednesday!” you yelled through the hallways of Nevermore, evermore frustrated by the second. Wednesday stood you up yet again for another secret meeting with Tyler. You tried to understand Wednesdays’ need to kept the relationship between you private, but what did you have to show for it.  You spent all the free time set aside to be able to be a couple with her alone and you were sick and tired of it.  Today was going to be the end of all that useless time.

You made you way around the whole campus until you found Wedesday and Tyler whispering amongst eachother in a quiet, vacant corridor. You growled beneath your breath and you saw the glint behind Wednesday’s cold eyes.  She was intrigued, and you throught it was by Tyler.  You shivered at the thought of her falling for the normy, he wasn’t anywhere near the calibar of person you would ever think would catch her eye. Marching forward, you spoke, “Wednesday?”

“Oh, Y/n.  I forgot about our meeting. I will have to reschedule at a later date.” she replied then turned her head back to Tyler.

“Don’t bother, Wednesday.” You wanted to scream and tell her how furious you were at the way she was treating you, but truely all you ever say yourself was a distraction for her.  What more could she possibly want from someone as dull as you.  She can have her choice of suitors, but you could never fall again.  

Wednesday head whipped around at your words but her stone facade made her true emotions refuse to surface.  She watched as you walked away truly upset at herself for letting her ego get in the way of her emotions.  She was only using Tyler as an distraction instead of facing on what scared of most and that was her feeling for you. She let herself indulge in you and this secret relationship.  Even after knowing she shouldn’t, you were just too addicting to her, but she knew she was only going to hurt you in the end.  Emotions never came easy to Wednesday, so instead she just never allowed herself to feel most of them.  Hatred came easily; love did not. 

Tyler nudged Wednesday motioning down to their scheme of breaking into his dad’s office at the sheriff station. She rolled her eyes at his eagerness, but Tyler would do anything to appease Wednesday. 

Weeks went by of you solely avoiding Wednesday at all cost, and as much as she wanted to find you- she didn’t.  This was a lot harder than you thought considering you had most of your classes with her, but you just sat as far from her as possible until it wasn’t.  Both of you got paired to work on a project together and you stomach turned at the thought of being alone working with her.  Your willpower could only stand so long. 

Wednesday stopped you rushing away after class, “Y/n.  Enid is going to be away for the weekend.  Come by tomorrow at 6.”

You nodded wishing you could use any excuse to get out of being alone with the raven haired beauty standing in front of you.  Her twitch eye twitched as she walked back in the the opposite direction.

The following day, you spent it dreading your meeting with your ex-girlfriend tonight. You gathered all your courage and made your treak up the stairs to Wednesday and Enids room.  You took a minute to collect yourself outside the door before knocking on her door.  Wednesday whips the door opens and motions you forward without so much as a greeting.  Looking around the room you noticed the obiance Wednesday had set up just for you, “What is all of this Wednesday?”

“This is my way of trying to make things right,” she steps forward trying to connect her lips with yours.  You back up, “Do you really think you just kiss me about it will all be better? I’m done, Wednesday.  I came to work on the project and that is all.” 

Her eye twitches again, “I thought that-” you interrupt her, “Well, you thought wrong. I’m done with how things were, Wednesday.  I’m worth more than spending my time pawning over someone completely unattainable. I know I’m not worth much, but I’m worth more than that.  And-” 

She quickly jumps in, “You are worth so much, Y/n! I’m sorry it took me so long to realize it.  I have been trying to find ways to prevent myself from feeling what it is that you make me feel, that I lost sight of what truly is important.  If you give me the chance, I will right my wrongs.  I’ll stop distracting myself with this incredulous missions with Tyler.  We can let the world know that, I.  Wednesday Addams, am completely and irrevocably in love with you.” 

You just stare at Wednesday as she catches her breath in complete shock.  Unaware of the vulnerability seeping through her veins.  Wednesday thinks your silence means her defeat.  Her head starts to hang low before you rush toward her.  Gripping her chin, you nudge her face up to yours.  A glint of tears shines in her eyes, “Oh, Wednesday.” you whisper before connecting your lips.

sfw taglist: @oh-mydarling @rainbow-hedgehog @peggycarter-steverogers @citizenoftheworld-stuff-blog @lanawinters-ily @lntlmate @sapphicforsarahh @strawberryshorttcakkee @dreamypqulson @goodeday2u @winters-witch-bitch

#wednesday x reader #wednesday addams #wednesday addams imagine #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday netflix #wlw imagine #lesbian fanfic #lesbian #lgbtq #wlw fanfic #wlw

[milk-geoculus]

I just watched a youtube video of a husky getting groomed (they had so so SO much fur)

And now I'm imagining having zhongli as a smaller dog sized dragon as a pet and me not knowing that his fur absolutely HAS to be groomed regularly especially after winter.

Is he just a pet or is he disguising himself as one to experience being a pet? I like both options XD

I also really like the idea of him considering pretending to be someone's pet and just happening to be a smaller dragon in the forest or something and then i find him as a young child and just think "i want that" and he just goes along with it allowing me to take him home and hide him in my room.

"doesnt he look like rex lapis"

It really strange how rex lapiz always appears at the rite of decension as an illuminated beast, but in all stories told by humans and even his statue he appears human. Also theres an npc (no i dont remember where to meet them) that talks about how since they live so far away it isnt often they get to come to liyue harbor. As a child that lives far away its always possible to not ever get the chance to see him lol.

Plus i think it would be funny to have people eventually find out ive been keeping a strange animal as a pet and immediately recognizing its literally rex lapis, but my child mind just will not accept it.

"rex lapis is huge isn't he? and he can speak. This lizard i found isnt big or capable of speech. Ive never seen a lizard like this before! Hes just a rare kind! And hes mine i found him first. Besides why would rex lapis let me keep him as a pet anyway? That would probably be rude." I would say holding him and petting his face.

And he would smile like *yes, it is as she said, i am just an ordinary lizard*

Im just over here giggling and kicking my feet in bed thinking about this. I need more zhongli shenanigans in my life. I love immortal beings just subtly trolling humans in a non dangerous way.

Imagine going about your business, maybe going to work or going shopping, and seeing some kid walk around town with a smaller version of your god on a leash or just in their arms. Maybe you're sitting in a park and you see this "lizard" just speed past after a flying disk, catch it with ease and trot back over to some little girl in the most proud manner like he really accomplished a truely difficult task and is ready to be praised and cuddled as a reward.

Aaaaaa

I can't handle the cuteness in my mind.

#milk post #genshin impact #genshin #zhongli #genshin zhongli #rex lapis #morax

[ineffable-human]

Season 2 Hot Take - We're Being Manipulated

Yes I know this is going to sound like a conspiracy theory, but is it really a conspiracy if its true? So, as someone who spent the last four years obsessing almost entirely about Gabriel's character and arc (do not get me started on him in S2) and not much else, I feel like I have a different approach to Aziraphale and his actions. I mean, I'm sorry but I just don't buy the fact that Aziraphale is so deeply traumatized that he would return to heaven just like that. I just don't.

Like, c'mon, season 1 Aziraphale, the utter bastard who straight up lied to God's (metaphorical) face, who got gut punched by some 'bad angels', who was sentenced to death, who tried to talk to God for help and got the run around, merged with season 2 Azirpahale who saw that heaven would just let kids die and not understand why it's bad (also please don't get me started on his 'you really were truly awuful' line, I cannot), who learned the that line between right and wrong is blured and that sometimes graverobbing can be good, who found out he could do magic the real, human way, would not just be like fuck yeah heaven is the good guys let's gooooo. I just don't buy it. And I want to trust that the writing in season 2 was purposeful and for a reason, because I want to trust that Neil Gaiman knows what he's doing (weird plot-device of the miracle block aside of course because idk how that could possibly be explained properly). And one of my friends pointed out to me that season 2 was/felt very influenced by the fandom. So what makes the most sense? That Neil Gaiman would just write some really weird and off-character stuff to match what the people want? Or that he would use the fandom's expectations to influence how they react to a situation and event in order to hide what's actually going on? I mean, look at all the information we're missing.

We don't know what Aziraphale's relationship was like with heaven between seasons (and I'm thinking he had to have some kind of relationship for the Bookshop to still be considered an protected embassy. Because let's face it, vindictive lil heaven isn't gonna keep a triator safe for no good reason).

We don't know the full conversation between Aziraphale and the Metatron (and the fact that Aziraphale's response after the whole Crowley as an angel thing is blocked off is the most interesting tidbit of all. We never actually find out what Aziraphale said, and we know he hadn't given Metatron a real answer before he went to talk to Crowley {yet the Metatron walks in after as if Aziraphale already said yes})

We don't know how and why it was so easy for Gabriel to sneak off after the trial. (Like, I know all the other angels are clueless, but the Metatron has clearly shown himself to have a strategic mind and, let's be honest, he would have seen something like that coming).

There's so much we don't know about, that's being hidden and held back, and we don't question it too much because it's easier to just fill in the blanks with our four years of headcanons and ideas.

And all the posts that Neil Gaiman interact with just further these ideas! I mean, let's face it, he's not gonna like this one because it's too close to the TRUTH (and also because he's busy and there's like a million posts a day but MAINLY BECAUSE OF THE TRUTH)

Aziraphale is a smart character, who knows that heaven is toxic. He's strong and stubborn, and I truely don't believe he's going to just slide right back into that abusive relationship without a Plan. Aziraphale doesn't want to go back to heaven because he knows they aren't really the good guys, but that's the argument he uses because that's the only one he knows how to use. It's his default setting. (and the Metatron is most definitely probably listening in on them so Aziraphale clearly can't say what he actually wants to say, which only contributes to their horrible communication skills).

Aziraphale doesn't need to learn that heaven is in bad shape. He already knows that. But what he didn't know was that he could fix it. He's spent 6,000 years seeing all the cracks in the foundation and not having the power to do anything about it. That's his whole arch in season 1; taking control and doing what he can to fix the wrongs he sees.

But even now the idea that he actually has the power or influence to make the changes he knows are needed is a foreign concept. And the Metatron offering him the job is kind of like Crowley offering him the food. Azirpahale didn't know he could want to actually change things. That he could be the one to put in a suggestion box. He's not going back to learn the hard truth, he's going back to change the hard truth before others have to suffer a similar fate.

Our ideas and expectations were shattered, but that's only because we were coming at it with those expectations. We let them cloud the real story and distract us from the TRUTH.

This whole entire season was a magic act of the highest form using fan-service and shotty writing (dear god please let it be on purpose) as smoke and mirrors. and we're falling for it.

(And while we're on the topic, may I just slip in as an added bonus, Crowley has only himself to blame for Aziraphale thinking him becoming an angel would be a good thing, because how can he expect to go around calling Aziraphale angel all the time and looking at him the way he does and NOT expect Aziraphale to just assume that Crowley thinks being an angel is the best thing since sliced bread????)

#good omens #good omens season 2 #good omens season 2 spoilers #good omens theories #good omens season 2 theories #you're not a conspiracy theorist if your theories end up being real #just sayin

[fallingforel]

prompt 22 with harry styles please?? xx

a/n I really hope you like it, because I personally love this one. also if you would like to request a prompt the list is here.

PROMPT 22: "you smell nice"

It was a casual day for Harry and I we don't have many of these with him being so busy especially with him recently finishing his album and then going straight onto Love On Tour round 2 he had recently finished his american leg, so naturally we were in LA chilling at his house.

"morning beautiful" Harry errupted from my side noticing I had woken up, Harry and I's love language was Tender Touching and loving pet names. So of course this made me blush, even though we had been in an established relationship by now.

"Harry, you have really got stop staring at me while I sleep it's creepy, not to mention how I'm not beautiful" "please you are the most beautiful woman in the world, I would rather have you over anyone any day" "really? even with bedhead? no make up? no eyelashes?" "If I had it my way... you wouldn't need any of that because your at your prettiest when your natural and just lounging around in your hoodie joggers and glasses. I love you so much Y/n and I wish I had you all to myself" chuckling at his answer knowing it simply possibly couldn't be true. "seriously? H that can't possibly be true." "it is and I plan every sense of the way showing you it, for eternity my love"

"stop it your too sweet" I say before scooting over to kiss him to my hearts content with no peeping eyes, to look at us judge us slap our faces on every tabloid imaginable. He reciprocated the kiss putting the same amount if not more love into it, I could really tell that he loved me when I was at my worst and it just proved that he was in it for the long run, I say that like he hasn't been with me for a healthy amount of years.

Breaking from the kiss I ask him "so darling H, what are the plans for today?" "I thought we could take a drive, then go have a nice picnic in the sun just us, mitch and I found the most secluded place the other week, I'd love to take you there sweetheart." "that would be so lovely H, I'd love it. Be nice just us. I've been looking forward to going into hiding for ages" "all in due course my love all in due course. We have to have breakfast first. Yoghurt?" he says adding in the question on the end. "Yoghurt." I say confirming what I wanted. He gets up and I try to follow, "no darling stay here I'll bring it to you" he says coming round to my side of the bed and giving me a chaste kiss on the lips.

And we had yoghurt with honey, raspberries, strawberries and honey. it was so lovely and perfect for the hot weather that comes with living in LA. After we had finished our breakfasts, I went and made my way to go and get changed for our picnic while Harry sorted out which food we were taking and drinks as well which didn't take him too long he then came and joined me upstairs getting ready himself.

Making my way downstairs I see Harry stood at the door looking me up and down. "God you truely are gorgeous" I had gone with the most natural look I thought was possibly considering it was in the 30s of celcius heat and I didn't particularly want to cake myself in a load of makeup. "stop it you" "what? I can't love on my girlfriend?" he asks stepping towards me and putting his hands on my waist moving mine up to go around his shoulders. "yeah, I suppose you can, god you smell nice. What is that? Did you get a new cologne, finally switch out MY gucci one" "HEY! it's not my fault I wanted to smell like you, you also smell good" "mmh sure H. What is it anyway?" "hold on I have it written here in my notes it's called "Tom ford, Tobacco vanille, you should wear it some day" "no thanks I'll stick to my gucci one thank you, god I love you H." "I love you too y/n/n"

a/n I really hope you liked it, because I personally love this one.

#harry styles x reader #harry styles #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #harry styles fic #harry styles fluff #harry styles blurb #harry styles boyfriend

[bitchkay]

When you really think about it

Guy, Aquia, and Zev are perfect examples oldest–middle–youngest sibling syndrome

Cus first of all Aquia gives such middle sibling energy

People really do not pay him no mind💀

If Aquia wasn't such a sweetheart he could really be out here in these streets and nobody would know and possibly not care and that actually kinda sad

People pleaser, especially in regards to Guy, he really just wants Guys attention and approval SIMPLY AS A BROTHER but doesn't think hes worthy of Guys attention because he admires him so much, hes really independent but hes good at making good friends/companions, he's something of a peacemaker I guess hes good at being a mediator I thinks, Aquias actually kinda shy and pretty complicit so he doesn't fit into the 'act out for attention' stereotype unless someone can prove me wrong

Aquia is quiet too, like have yall clocked how invisible Aquia would probably be without the Avari name attached to him

I think Zev is the only one that's really ever given him a chance to talk but at the same time Zev loves to talk and loves the attention

Zev annoying Guy and Jasper in the short stories

That literally has youngest sibling written all over it

I would know.

Definitely spoiled, just wants attention bruh, will annoy talk to his older brothers at any opportunity, very extroverted, open(bro has no filter), sense of humor of the family-- "You've gotten so big, how old are you? 18?" "I'm 23." feels like hes been the same age for too damn long

Also Zev is a whore(affectionate but also derogatory but in a "I care about you" criticism kind of way) the youngest child is often never truely seen as full grown or able to reach the same level as their older siblings and while I think theres other things going on in there as well as think it could be completely unrelated, I conspire that Zevs "leisure pursuits" are a way for him to 'grow up' a little faster

And then we have Guy

Specifically oldest son cus oldest daughter is a WHOLE different category.

Indifferent to most things at this point, stubborn, not very expressive, domineering, more or less tolerates his younger brothers but wont go out of his way to entertain them, but were the opportunity to arise and he thinks they deserve it hed take them out just for a brief respite cus they're still his baby brothers, entitlement, old enough to drink around parents and know the juicy family gossip with older folks, shows signs of narcissism, "When are you going to get married?"

Being a child prodigy of some sort dosen't help his case either💀

Like ok gifted kid😋😋

Let's be honest all three of these boys need to go to therapy💀

Well I think everyone can benefit from therapy--

But this family INCULDING RAHM AVARI‼ ESPECIALLY RAHM‼‼ they need some group therapy, family therapy in here

I feel like I have to talk about ages again💀

I've probably made 3 posts about how the fuck do you even perceive how old they are now I'm thinking about yk these three and what their age differences are implied to be but that in relation to the lore associated with this corner of Avari-- yall lemne stop before I go off on a tangent hold on

#court of darkness #guy avari #aquia avari #zev avari #voltage inc

[stealyourblorbos]

20 (intrusive) questions re: "what is your favorite memory" and "do you believe in ghosts" asked by @lyrslair & @motheroftorches

Some years ago mom was visiting me in China and requested a tour to the most "truely hardcore, authentic and impressive place" that was possible at the moment, and so we went to Udang Mountains. The place is older than infamous Shaolin, but less crowded because of the complex accessibility and harsh climate.

It's a taoist monastery complex built in the mountain forest about 1600-2000m altitude, connected with a system of ancient stairs and pathways. It's possible to rent a guest house inside the park or tea farm down near the mountain and hang around as much as you want.

So one beautiful day we got distracted with all the gorgeous views around and stuck at the top, the cable car was already shut down. We presumptuously decided to descend to the village at the foot of the mountain by ourselves...

Weather in the mountains of central China can be treacherous and prone to abrupt change. Dusk came quicker than we expected, it got cold and we realized we chose the wrong stairway and got lost somewhere in the forest on our way down. It was getting BAD. Mom was scared, I was upset, and we both got extremely tired.

When we stopped to fix the gear and stick some patches on our burning feet, we heard some rustling among the trees and fluffy white dog stepped out on the path, wagging its tail. He looked surprisingly clean and well-kempt for a stray forest dog and acted extremely friendly. For the next several hours he was patiently leading the way, looking back at us from time to time, waiting for us on the road splits and steep slopes. As if he knew what he was doing very well, because eventually we saw the lights of village down at the distance.

We thanked our furry hero endlessly. He refused to eat the sausage I had in the backpack, but let us pet him. I also took some pics of him with my DSLR cam. When we quickly stopped by the little roadside store to get a him a real treat and then returned, the dog disappeared.

Noone of the locals knew who the dog belonged to, and stray dogs were actually not allowed in the park because of its natural reserve status. But next day one grandma showed me an old little shrine of local deity, Erlang. Guess who I saw there?

All the pictures I took of him that night turned out to be overexposed, just a blurry ball of white fur 😊 and I never had blurry pictures before that.

His name is XiaoTian, 哮天犬, Celestial Dog. You can google him, there actually a lot of funny legends.

Thanks for reading! Man, do I have a lot of stories to tell.

Ask me intrusive questions here

#ask game #dogs #cute dogs #dogs of tumblr #traveling #chinese folklore #folk culture #legends #folklore #travel photography #wudang

[romancefranaticstay]

Cheaters get heated PART 2

Warnings: smut 💋, swearing, fighting

Category: smut 💋, fluff 💗, angst 👻

A/n: this is the first time I make a serie, and actually write stories. Feel free giving suggestions!! 💗💗💗

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The next morning…

Your yawning and you feel a little bit dizzy because of your drink last night. You forgot to tell your friends you left the bar, but it isn’t important now because your hugging the most caring man in the world.

‘Goodmorning princess.’ he said while giving you a kiss on the head.

‘Goodmorning Prince Charming.’

‘Am I your prince now honey?’ he says smirking.

Gosh why he smirking like that, it’s funny. But also really attractive. You get really dirty minds, but no you try to set it off.

‘Yes you are mine prince, mine hero sweetheart.’ you kinda feel weird saying that, but it feels good saying that to him.

He kisses you slowly on the lips, gosh he’s so romantic. His pyjama is so tight, you want to rip it off him,… but you don’t cause your to lazy.

‘What your thinking about princess?’

‘Nothing, nothing…’ why would you say that in such an suspicious way!

Jungkook smirks, and that’s when you realize he can see through you. He starts kissing you slowly but heated. His hand behind your head, for support. You place your hand on his chest, while your deepening the kiss. He taste so sweet, he give’s you an hole buffet. He make’s sure your comfortable and he place’s you on your back. It’s your first time having sex with him, so he wants to make it special. There is no hurry. He gets rid off his clothes so fast, you didn’t even realize he was alreaddy naked (just for you).

His kisses are getting really wild, you can’t control yourself and you moan in his mouth. He love’s to hear you moan just for him.

‘Your moans are like music to mine ears.’ so romantic.

He wants to pull your skirt off but as a gentleman he is, he asks: ‘Can i?’ You nod.

When your skirt is off, he pulls your panties towards your ankles, while he’s kissing you. You feel his hard cock against your thigh. He first rubs your clit.

‘You like that do you?’ yes you like that, but you can’t make an sentence anymore. The feeling is just overwhelming. You can’t stop moaning, even when he’s just starting.

‘Your so beautiful, so beautiful. All this just for me.’

Then you feel his hard cock against your clit, he slowly pushe’s it in your pussy.

‘J-Jungkook-k.’ you moan.

He slowly move’s in and out. The pleasure you get, it feels like a dream, but it’s real.

‘Say mine name, princess.’

‘J-JungKook-k.’

After that, he goes fast, really fast but still soft in a way. Let’s say you are really lucky. He tucks your hair behind your ear. He kisse’s whenever he can, whenever he wants to.

‘So wet for me, i am lucky.’ he says while kissing you.

When you feel your about to ‘cum’, you can’t say anything, their are no words in your vocabulary. It’s just to much pleasure. You moan just so hard that he understands what’s going on. He smirks again, you think: gosh he looks so idiot when he smirks like that, but he’s mine idiot.

‘Can’t hold it no longer princess?’ You simply nod.

But then suddenly you two hear really loud knocks on the door.

‘Open the dam door Jungkook!’

Jungkook ignore’s it, he wants you and the moment. Nobody can interrupt it now. Jungkook starts moaning really loud, you find him so adorable. You love the way he handels. You play with his hair. You truely can say, that you’re in ‘love’.

‘I am gonna cum, princess, cum with me.’ he says moaning.

The moment you both cum is so magical, you both moan as loud as you possibly can. He rest his forehead on yours and breaths heavily.

‘Jungkook!! Open the door!’ you both forgot someone was knocking on the door. Luckily the door from Jungkook has a peephole to look through. Guess who you both see standing outside, ofcourse it’s Yoongi.

‘Where is Y/N, now!’ he sounds furious, but why?

‘What the hell do you want? Like i said she isn’t here!’

‘Don’t lie to me, I heard someone inside ur dam appartement!’

You weren’t scared of Yoongi, but you just had sex, your tired. You don’t want to go outside. It’s also to cold so… you pass.

‘Jungkook ill just ask what he wants, i am the professional okay?’ Jungkook rolls his eye’s ‘Wait ill get an towel really quick.’ You went to get a towel for you and Jungkook to cover yourself. The towel is a little bit lose around your body, but what are the chance’s it will fall?

‘Yoongi, what do you want from me? By the way shouldn’t you return your chick to the farm?’ Jungkook whispers in your ear:’Good one.’

‘I know, I am funny.’ you answer back.

Yoongi is frozen when en sees you in a lose towel and his mouth isn’t functioning.

‘I-i, w-why you at Jungkook’s appartement? And why ur wearing a towel?’

‘That’s none of ur business.’

Yoongi expression is so cold, your freezing over there.

‘You know what, I don’t have time for this right now.’ you just slam the door in his face. That was really strong from you, but deep DEEP inside you feel guilty. You know he broke your heart but theirs something about Yoongi that give’s you goosebumps in a good way.

‘Want to go back to the bedroom?’ Jungkook ask smirking. You actually don’t want to anymore, not because you don’t love Jungkook. But because of the guilty feeling that’s toring you apart. The best excuse you have is: I have to go to work, it isn’t clever but it works.

‘I can’t, I have work, sorry.’ you say with an innocent voice.

‘Go dress up princess, I’ll see you tonight then.’ again smirking.

For work you wear a black skirt, a white collar, a black coat and black talons. You look very sexy, we all need to be honest. You give Jungkook a kiss goodbye, on his cheek. And you go out the door.

You work as the ceo of Chanel. Your a real fashionista. You like ur work, cause all your friends work there to. When Jimin, Lisa and Jenna sees you, they run towards you.

‘GURLL, where WERE YOU?! We were WORRIED!’ Jimin says.

‘We though you got kidnapped!!’

‘Cmon nobody can kidnap me, I would kick their ass!’ you answer Lisa.

‘Yea sure.’ Jenna laughs.

‘Excuse me, you think ur funny? I am strong!’

‘You can’t even open a bottle of water!’ Lisa laughs.

‘That’s different, by the way Jimin goes to the gym and he can’t do that either!’

‘OMG HURTFULL!’ Jimin shouts dramatic.

Your friends are really chaotic, and that’s why you love them. But their also idiots.

‘By the way we heard that Yoongi is looking for you… and he is not happy..’

The one thing you hate about ur job (now), is that Yoongi works there to. It’s gonna be hard to avoid him.

‘Why? And why is he angry?!’

‘I don’t know, he has no reason to it!’ Jenna says.

‘Yoongi is officially NOT COOL.’ Jimin says.

Jimin can be sometime’s a real teenager.

‘Imma head-out y’all!’ but so do you…

People think it’s really weird, cause they heard about the break-up between you and Yoongi. You don’t seem sad, but you actually are. You never show your true emotions, Yoongi knows. That’s something you have in common. You both show only your emotions to people you trust.

You enter your office and start working. Sometime’s people come in and say ‘we’re really sorry about you and Yoongi’ or ‘I hope your doing well’ always the same sentence’s. You try to get Yoongi out of your mind, even tho Jungkook seems so lovely so caring. It’s different. But you can’t turn back time now, you alreaddy slept with Jungkook.

You try to avoid Yoongi at work, and your friends help. Everytime they see Yoongi they’ll shout ‘DONUTS’. People are really confused why they shout the hole time donuts. But you forgot that Yoongi isn’t stupid, because everytime you see him, they shout donuts. Or everytime he sees you, they also shout donuts. So one moment, your at the lounge (place were people hang-out) during your break with your friends. And suddenly Jenna shouts: DONUTS. So you excuse yourself out of the lounge, but this time Yoongi follows you. He is not running but he is a fast walker. So while ur trying to get to your office as fast as possible you hear footsteps behind you. You don’t understand why he follows you. Why did he became obsessed with you after the break-up? You see your office and you go through the door. But when you turn around to shut the door and lock it. Yoongi come’s actually running in.

You aren’t scared but it’s weird. He is really fast and strong, so when he come’s running through the door he grabs both of your hands and pins them on the wall. With his leg he close’s the door.

‘What is your problem Yoongi?!’

He just stare’s at you, he looks through your soul. He pinned your hands above your head. And he just looked at you. His eyes were so pretty, but he broke up and then he kissed some chick. Why is life so difficult? He then puts his hand against your cheek and keeps staring. He tucks your hair behind your ear. The silents make’s this moment so uncomfortable but special.

He sighs ‘Y/N, mine heart is bounded with yours.’

That was unexpected. You actually still love him, but it’s wrong. If you leave Jungkook, he can just leave you again, and again…

You hear your friends at the background shouting your name. Yoongi whispers in your ear:’your mine baby.’ He let’s go of your hands and leave’s your office. You just stood there against the wall, shocked. Your friends then come in your office after seeing Yoongi leaving it.

‘WHAT HAPPEND?!’

‘Tell me what that sick bastard did to you!’

‘Did he touch you?!!!’

They all shout. Your poor ears. You couldn’t bring any words out your mouth, you we’re to stunned to speak. Your mouth still wide open.

‘Don’t you see she is shocked?! Give me a dam chair now, so she can sit!’ Jenna says.

You sit on the chair. ‘Did he touch you, yes or no?’ Ofcourse you will lie: ‘No.’ ‘Oof, tell me if he would ever touch you!’

‘Why are your eyes so wide, what happend?’ Lisa asks.

‘I think I still love him…’ you feel embarrassed because it sounds so stupid. But love is blind, never forget that.

‘No, no, no.’ Jimin shaked his head ‘Don’t do that to yourself.’

‘He’s right Y/N, he dropped you like a brick. And the brick landed on your mental health.’ wise advice from Jenna.

‘Girl I know you love him but come on, he is a bastard!’ Lisa is right honestly.

‘Imma just continue working, you guys…’

‘If you need use, call use okay, shout or something, okay?’ Jimin says while hugging you.

‘I will, bye you guys,,,’

Jimin and Jenna leave’s but Lisa stays.

‘Y/N don’t do stupid things okay? Call me and I can set you up with some guys! I got your back girl!’ She says smiling. Then she leave’s and your still in shock. His grip was so strong, you couldn’t get out of it. You decide just to go to Jungkook, he’s like a shoulder to lay on. You sneak out of your office and you go downstairs using the stairs. When you go outside you see Yoongi waiting. He sees you going downstairs and you two make eye-contact. ‘Dammit’ you swear under your breath. Should you call Jungkook to come pick you up? Cause you came here walking. ‘Be strong Y/N, be strong.’ you say to urself.

Luckily there are many people on the street walking, so you just walk past him. The hard part is behind you. You are walking but Yoongi follows you. You are now a bit scared. You decide to call an cab.

‘Cab!’ You shout when one passing by. Luckily it stops. When you wanted to go in, Yoongi said:’ Can i also use this cab?’

You wanted to say something but the driver says:‘Ofcourse mate.’

You two sit awkwardly together. The driver is concentrating on the driveway. Suddenly you feel his hand gripping yours. What if you said you want to get out, would that be embarrassing? No just do it, it’s now or never.

‘I will leave here.’ You pay the driver and step out. But Yoongi doesn’t stop, he also pays the driver and follows you again.

Your almost at Jungkooks apartment, and you see Yoongi nowhere. You knock at his door but no answer. Dammit he is not home. You forgot he has also an job. Then suddenly you see Yoongi walking towards you. What do you do? Punch him? No, you don’t want to ruin his perfect face. What do you need to do?!

Part 3 coming soon!!! 💋💋💋

No copying, no remaking, xoxo

#bts hurt/comfort #bts angst #bts fluff #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts yoongi #bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts jungkook #bts #bts army #bts jimin #bts icons #bts smut #bts jung jungkook #blackpink lisa #bts fandom #bts fantasy au

[brsb4hls]

Welp, judging from the possible spoilers, predictions and interviews I actually think the finale will go fine for every character, except maybe Sylvie.

That would suck, since she truely got the short end of the stick basically the whole show. I still hope for a decent conclusion for her arc, but you'll never know.

To me she is the only wild card.

What I think will happen:

*Loki will take over for HWR and stay at the citadel. I'm absolutely sure. He won't die, the MCU will keep him as an asset and for possible cameos.

The only thing that could go wrong here would be not giving him enough power to make it awesome.

*the tva will continue to exist. But just for monitoring. I'd be ok with that for the sake of the characters (not for the tva itself).

*the variants will get a conscious peek at their time lines and decide to stay at the tva, it will be bitter sweet and melodramatic.

(Mobius might see that his boys are thriving with another Don, OB loves the tva science anyways, Casey well duh, B-15 might stay out of responsibility or because she was meant to die on the tl or whatever).

B-15 officially takes a leading role, Mobius stays in middle management and keeps up morale. He's great at that.

*the multiverse will be free. We still didn't fully get to that yet, and one spoiler tweet claims that the 'lie' from the trailer is indeed the loom. The loom is pointless (in regards to keeping lines stable) and will not be fixed. The multiverse will expand.

The time lines will be stabilized by Loki himself.

*I like Brad as a character, but am ok with whatever might happen to him (possible death)

*Ravonna could get eaten or put back on the time line. Given her recent action she most likely will be an Alioth meal, unless they have one last surprise for her character. We did get a glimpse at her actual life though, so she might make it.

*Kang will have forseen everything up to Loki revisiting the citadel, but will not 'win' there.

The general speculative consensus is that the MCU can either keep him or exchange him for Doom as future villain, so it will be an ambiguous ending for Kang, where it just looks as if he'd won at first.

*Now Sylvie: narratively it would make sense to have her stay with Loki at the citadel. Kang asked both of them to take over.

They have been arguing over different philosophies the whole season, so both of them together would mean balance.

Sylvie is referred to as 'meaningful' and described as having 'a deep connection to Loki' in interviews.

But: the MCU doesn't exactly do couples (with few exeptions).

If the MCU wants to keep using Loki for cameos or even as Avenger prime (hey I can hope ;)), would they have to include her? Could they?

Loki by himself seems easier.

Sophia talked about saying goodbye to her character. (So no reprise of that role).

So Sylvie could either die (fuck that tbh) or get her own mission elsewhere (I'd be ok with that).

Or get reset in favor of little Sylvie if that would work logically (well, fuck that too).

(There will be a 'sacrifice' in the finale, but that could be anything tbh, it could also mean Loki saying goodbye to her and conciously erasing their meeting, if her life gets reset. Great for Sylvie, who would start over with no memories, very sad for Loki, convenient drama insert)

So yeah, I'm pretty sure I'll enjoy the finale, but that could be the only shitty thing.

It wouldn't matter much, of course. It's just a show and they hardly end the way I want (not you 'Lost girl', you did great. SPN also).

But I would love to be wrong in my pessimism and get pleasently surprised with a perfect ending.

#loki spoilers #loki #loki disney+ #loki finale #loki speculation #sylvie #mobius #b 15 #brad wolfe #ourobouros #casey loki #ravonna renslayer #he who remains #I'm still speculating to pass the time

[gryffintheparrotcat]

Discussion about durge & the overall theme of breaking the cycle of abuse or becoming the abuser in bg3 Evil Durge ending spoilers ahead

So I recently finished my evil durge run and during the entire game i thought to myself "Ofc embracing Bhaal is the bad choice here, it's a situation like Shadowheart and Shar. But honestly for my character it isn't bad at all, he enjoys being a murder machine and he'd love to serve his Father as the Chosen. This somehow doesn't feel as bad as other bad-ending choices, though I have no doubt the good choice will feel very meaningful."

And I kept that opinion pretty firmly till the end bc accepting Bhaal seemingly didn't have much consequence (Note: I previously never defied the Butler either so I hadn't experienced ANY punishments for that at all, my character wanted to kill, so did Bhaal, seemed like a win-win, despite knowing narratively speaking this would be the bad ending).

But the very last choice (technically second last if you count telling your party what you just did as a choice) in the game really brought to light the part of the dynamic I was still questioning till the end,

(everyone say hi to my evil Durge E'stir, he likes to murder and when Auntie Ethel fusses over him but he'd never admit that) Yes my character enjoyed killing blindly with no regard to whom, only caring about how many he'd kill, yes he enjoyed indulging in his urges, of course he was elated to learn he's actually Bhaals True Chosen, what better fate for a murder hobo than to be the very flesh and blood of the murder lord himself? But that very last 'choice', really showed that this wasn't a good ending, not even for him, because it isn't a choice and he'll likely never get to make a choice again, ever. As much as he'd have enjoyed bringing the world to ruin, it'll now never be out of his free will.

so much even that even in this moment of clarity (regret even?) he could not have made a choice.

the price for ultimate power was a total loss of control. And unlike with the companions, this price never seemed that drastic. Durge was never good, Durge never suffered at the hands of Bhaal, Bhaal has always been there, nurtured them. Unlike the others, this wasn't a path away from the light, this was never a choice of giving up on your goodness to embrace a dark power. Durge was already evil, this was just taking back your lost legacy. There was no moment before Bhaal, there was no humanity in the Bhaalspawn, a Bhaalspawn like no other. And yet the price paid is ultimately even more devastating than that of the other companions, yes Astarions soul is lost and his emotions get twisted, but as twisted as it is now he still has a form of free will (though it will never be the will of spawn Astarion again), same goes for Gale, yes he's no longer Gale Dekarios and won't act like his old self anymore but he's still acting out of an own will. Yes Wyll will continue to have to follow Mizoras will, but even then we know he can defy her, not without consequences but he can. (Side Note: I don't think Karlach even gets an evil ending? Like she imeadiatly dips on you if you slaughter the grove so her only bad ending is... well every ending but they're not evil endings) Halsin & Jaheira are entirely excluded, they're not even infected. And Minsc doesn't have a character arc either as far as I've seen (only bg3, ive heard he's in previous games (I shall play them one day)). The only two coming close to Durge in this are Shadowheart and Lae'zel but even then the arguement can be made that they still have a chance to look past their goddesses deception and break free. Not without high punishment of course, but the possibility is still there, Durge can have doubts & regrets all they want, they can do nothing about it.

Durge is essentially the narrative opposite of all other companions, the only one who goes from truely evil to getting a chance at redemption via the tadpole, everyone gets a chance at betterment via the tadpole (except Minthara lmao, she still gets that chance just not via tadpole, quite the opposite actually) and some were even questionable people before the tadpole (looking at you Minthara-) but even then they were all products of their environment. But can Durge truely be a product of their upbringing if they re quite literally Bhaals flesh and blood, solely created to bring ruin upon the world? And if the answer is 'No, Durge only exists to bring pain, by nature they're evil'... what's that prayer for forgiveness about?

#sorry if it got rambly at the end #i just think this is very fascinating #bg3 durge spoilers #bg3 spoilers #bg3 durge #bg3 dark urge #badlur's gate 3 #the dark urge

[sexiestsex]

It's so wild to me that like. t e r f s position themselves as being the ones to support detransitioners while also talking about them and their bodies in the most vile way. And while I understand that transition regret is real and very very hard to deal with and maybe seeking out people who validate the way you feel about your body feels good in the moment, I truely truely do not think it is a healthy way to cope with it. And obviously blaming the trans community is not a great way to go about it either lol.

I also think, we as a community are honestly also doing detransitioners a disservice by not acknowledging the ways that, doctors do pressure and expect trans people to conform to a certain transition path and even intentionally misinform you to get you to make your choices differently. This is how and why they are still performing unnecessary surgeries on intersex children. They want our bodies to conform as closely to one binary sex as possible and that means you have to do a lot of research about every single transition decision you make and can't rely on only doctor's information. It sucks and it's disgusting that they don't care about actually helping people be comfortable, only about making them conform but it's something you really have to keep in mind. No one is pressured into a transition, I'm starting to feel they'd rather we die than transition. But yes, once you are transitioning there are pressures to do it a certain way.

I'm sorry to everyone who regrets a decision they were misinformed about, that they were pressured into or otherwise didn't have full agency over. That just makes it so much harder to deal with the regret and i really can't give advice on it, except that, if you ever felt pressured into any decisions about your body, you should not be fighting against the availability of transition care but also join our fight for informed consent in medical care.

Informed consent is not yet a standard in any treatment but it really really needs to be. And there need to be consequences for doctors who intentionally misinform or don't inform patients. The insurance should not be allowed to demand one kind of treatment to cover another, especially when it's not a necessary treatment. The stories of medical malpractice you hear when talking to people are absolutely unhinged and abhorrent and put lives at risk.

The solution to absolutely none of them is less autonomy and less agency.

Originally I was gonna make this a body neutrality post, validating the right of all people to feel however they do about their bodies and their decisions about their bodies but arguing against this disgusting narrative of brokenness and being "ruined" that is spread to trans and detrans people but i guess I got side tracked. Anyways. You can find happiness in your body again no matter what you've been through, even when it's hard. I hope you find ways to enjoy yourself and your body in the time you have here. Other people can make it harder but it's still possible and you can still do it.

#trans #informed consent #medical malpractice #medical abuse #one of my parent's friends wasn't informed about the unnecessary chemo therapy the insurance demanded he do before his life saving surgery #lol #it's like. they really don't give a shit #idk we really should be trying to teach doctors about informed consent I don't think they know what that is #the shit my grandpa has been through.... ugh #but yeah I think I see a lot of trans people validating detransitioners but still being like 'you weren't pressured into this' #which is hard for me to believe too but like #within transition there's for sure pressures lol #and also like. i keep seeing people insist you're informed about xyz which. no doctor has ever mentioned bottom growth to me #none #they fucking suck at giving you information #and so much of the info they do give you isn't even accurate lol

[itsjustfire4]

Guys i have the sirius to my remus. I spend a lot of time in my head and i feel horrible a lot of the time. I dont like when people pay a lot of attention to me because it freaks me out, like they’ll find out something i dont want them to. I worry a lot and im crazy insecure. My bsf, whom i love, is very loud about his care. Dont get me wrong, im not at all complaining, i love him sm and i love that he cares about me. Its just overwhelming sometimes bc i feel like he makes a bigger deal out of some of my issues than they actually are. Hes protective and very expressive when hes worried about someone. Hes contantly asks me if im okay, checks up and asks if ive eaten properly, etc. hes more, forcedul in his care ig is the bast way i can explain in. Kind of hurried, as if ill disapear if he doesnt do something immedeatly. And i love that about him, truely, hes amazing, but i respond better to silent care. Which is what this boy does for me. He listens, he LIKES it when i ramble, he never talks over me, and hes quiet about his care in the best ways possible. When i told him about some home issues he didnt freak out, he made light of the situation and it was exactly what i needed. Theres issues in my life that i have never even said out loud, things im utterly terrified to tell anyone ever. And its like this guy knows exactly what i need. If i were gonna tell anyone these things it would be him. He doesnt make it a big deal, he doesnt ask anything else from me, just silently listens to what i tell him. Hes so gentle and sweet and caring in so many ways. The first timw i cried in fromt of him, it was terrifying bc i hate crying in front of people. He then told me im a pretty crier, and that make me feel so good. Like that calmed my worries instantly. I know he doesnt judge me and fuck its beautiful. I love him so much, hes perfect to me. Like if there was a person who was made to fit the final peice in my puzzle, it was him. However, im not putting him on soem sort of perfect petastole. Hes not perfect, never has been, hes awkward and silly and doesnt know how to respond to a lot of things. He has issues and struggles, things hes scared of and his limits, like every other human. But none of that matters, you know? Like i know hes not perfect but that doesnt make him any less to me. Hes the same guy that makes me grin stupidly when he tells me he loves it when i tell him about the stars. Hes the same guy that didnt talk to me for three days bc he was socially exhausted. Hes the same guy that still came back and asks me to hang out when he has some silly idea. Hes the same guy that was there for me when i came out to my family and comforted me when i was overhwelmed with my emotions. Silences between us arent awkward, we can just BE with each other. Like sit in the same room for hours and not speak and it not be even slightly wierd. Ive had a crush on him since we became friends like three years ago. I dont know if he feels the same at all. But i dont need him to return those feelings. I dont need to date him, i dont need anything more from him. His friendship is all i could ever hope for and its even better because hes become such a CLOSE friend in these years. He means more to me than he will ever know and i am perfectly content with what we have right now. We plan to move in together when we’re older and adopt disabled pets bc they deserve love too. We have ideas on how our household will work and who will do what. I dont want any of that to change, i will never need more from this man. I love him, i dont know in what way but it doesnt matter. Its the samw no matter what.

#marauders #sirius black #sorry for the rant #i love him #he>>> #hes amazing #remus lupin #im gay as fuck #men #ignore this #i just needed to share this #somewhere i was annonymis