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doevademe · 1 year

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I really like Hades (both in and outside PJO) and I think he's the best godly parent (as far as Olympians go). I was wondering if you could take as a prompt an instance where it's just him an Nico discussing Percy (since they're happily engaged but Hades doesn't know yet) where Hades would be complaining about his nephew as usual, making Nico wish he was deaf or turned into a plant, a deaf one, but his dad actually ending up admitting, in his own way of course, that he likes Percy (I just love him as a character and how he only lets a tiny little fraction of his affection show and it's meaningful, lowkey wishes we knew more about him and Maria). Nico is positively shocked and announces their engagement (him and Percy actually planned on telling Hades together but Nico couldn't help blurting it out from sheer happiness) now it's Hades turn to be shook (cause one of his sons is actually going to live a happily married life, doesn't happen often) but let's his son know he's happy for him, for them. I just want Hades to bask in Nico's happiness for once, and I trust you will make it as in character as possible 😊

When normal people wanted to talk to their father, they would usually call them or visit them. When they wanted their father to go to their home, they would send a text or, once again, call them.

Nico was not normal people, sadly.

His father tended to drop by unannounced whenever he felt like it, and going to visit him involved requesting an audience or being barred from meeting him by one of his three obnoxious secretaries.

On top of that, he couldn't go with his boyfriend to inform him of their engagement, because Nico's father would throw people in the dungeon first, ask questions... whenever his immortal ass remembered he had put Percy there.

So, that left Nico requesting an audience with his father so he could invite him to dinner, where he and Percy would break the news.

They had agreed to do it together, and that this time, he actually needed to be invited. Because if they had learned anything in their years together, it was that Hades only showed up on his own when they didn't want him to.

"Hello, father," he said, bowing a bit. He thanked the Fates that Hades happened to be free right then, instead of weeks down the line. "You look well."

"Do I?" Hre asked, seemingly surprised. "There's a new entrance to the Underworld from the Labyrinth, the judges are threatening to go on strike unless they get paid more, and the last welcoming party in Elysium ended with three damned sneaking in and now the heroes are complaining about the Furies flying over them looking for the intruders."

Nico blinked for a few seconds before shrugging.

"And yet this is the least paperwork I have seen in this room in years," he commented.

And his father chuckled and stood from his throne, ruffling his hair.

"So, what brings you to my throne room?" He asked, shoulders dropping a fraction of a milimeter. For his father, that was a lot. "Is your work slowing down? Because you're more than welcome to tackle any of the issues I have here."

"It's not that." He shook his head. "It's about... well, it's about me and Percy."

Hades glared as the temperature around them dropped a few degrees.

"Is that idiot making things hard for you?" He asked icily. "If he is—"

"Things are going well between us!" He said quickly. "It's just... Percy thought you could come to dinner say, next Saturday? You know, so we can actually prepare."

Hades sighed and went back to his throne, sitting.

"That boy would be more tolerable if he wasn't constantly trying to win my approval," he said. "Then again, with a deadbeat as my brother for a father, it doesn't really surprise me."

"He just wants things between you two to be less tense," Nico tried to reason with him, knowing it was just a matter of time before he started one his critiquing rants.

"Was it me who started hostilities, Nico?" Hades asked, raising an eyebrow. Nico groaned. "It was him who assumed me the villain more than once, when I'm the only one actually following the rules my brother makes and then breaks. That boy..."

Sometimes, Nico found himself wishing he could become deaf at will. It would be the most stupid of superpowers, but so useful when dealing with gods, his father included.

Hades never forgot a slight against him, and he was more than happy to recount them whenever he wanted.

"He spent years ignoring you, my son, when it's clear you're his perfect match," he continued on. "I would have sent every single one of my hellhounds after him if he didn't make you happy, yet he never thanks or appreciates—"

"Wait," Nico interrupted him. "You think Percy and I are... the perfect match? You agree that he makes me happy?"

Hades's eyes widened. He closed his mouth and shook his head.

"He... his love for you seems genuine, but that boy loves in such a way that he endangers the world around him to protect his loved ones," he said, avoiding his look. "You would be better off with... this son of Calliope who—"

"You warmed up to him," Nico said, unable to contain his smirk. "You approve."

"I... you said it's none of my business who you date," he muttered. "But if he makes you happy, then... yes, I find him... agreeable."

It almost seemed like his father would choke on those words. Nico's smile widened.

"My father likes my fiance~" he teased. Half a second later, he realized his mistake as his father's eyes widened and his mouth hung wide open. "I... I mean—"

"You are... engaged?" He asked in a thin voice that was so unlike him. "My son is engaged... to Perseus Jackson?"

"I... look, we planned to tell you together, that was what the dinner was for," Nico said desperately. "There would have been a proper asking for permission and everything just... please don't vaporize him, father."

"Nico," he said, his voice, posture and expression betrayed nothing. "Remember what I once told you, back in Portugal?"

Nico winced.

"Please father!" He cried. "Percy's death can be avoided, you just need some time to get used to the idea!"

"Not that, boy," His father rolled his eyes. "What I said about my hope for my children."

Nico stopped to think, what had he said, again?

"That... you wanted your children to find happiness," he said slowly, coming to a realization.

"Are you?" He asked seriously. "Does my brother's spawn make you happy?"

Nico nodded.

"More than anything."

Hades gave him the smallest of smiles.

"Then I have nothing to complain about," he said. "I'll free my schedule for that dinner."

"Father?"

"He still needs to ask my permission, just as I asked Zeus to marry Persephone." Hades looked at him, his smile turning sadistic. "You are not to tell him that I'm aware of this."

"But why?" Nico asked. "You said you approved already!"

"Your father has so very few pleasures in his life," he said simply. "Watching Perseus Jackson squirm is but one of them."

#Percico #nico and hades #my writing #writing prompt #ask #anonymous #I hope you like this one

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monstersandmaw · 2 years

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Like Moon and Tide - Part Five (Final part, nsfw)

Disclaimer which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

Thank you so much - this was one of August’s sponsored stories, and I had to get it in before the end of September! Dremora lad is the last one from that batch, and it’s half written already. I need to type it up though, because I wrote it when my laptop blew up and I didn’t have access to it.

Anyway, without further ado, here’s goth and witch lad’s final part.

Content: warnings for some discussion of traumatic childhood events, including kidnapping by an older male relative, being temporarily drugged and incapacitated. Other content is super fluffy though, and very intimate and sweet, with a super tender shower scene too :) Wordcount: 2740

Part One, Part Two, Part Three (v. light nsfw), Part Four (nsfw)

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Niles pushed himself up on shaky arms and stared down the length of his skinny, tattooed, messy body at Luca and smiled sadly. “I… I didn’t tell you because…” he sighed and added with a wry smile, “No, I can’t have this conversation now, like this… Let me get cleaned up and I’ll tell you properly.”

Luca was staring at him like he couldn’t quite believe he was real.

“Luca?”

“Yeah,” he croaked, blinking rapidly. “Sorry. I…”

“Are you alight? That was a hell of a lot of magic you just channelled.”

Luca’s eyes flashed gold. “Through you,” he said. “Without warning and without your consent. I… I’m sorry, Niles. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s alright,” Niles said, sitting up properly and accepting the tissue that Luca distractedly handed to him as he swung his legs off the bed. “Hey, look at me.”

Luca sighed, closed his eyes and hung his head. A second later, he turned to face Niles and opened his eyes again.

“I knew what you are,” Niles said softly. “I knew what happened was a possibility at some point, even if I didn’t actively open myself up to your magic. We should have had this conversation earlier, but I didn’t think sex of all things would trigger my abilities as a conduit.” He reached for Luca’s hand and squeezed his warm, tanned fingers tightly. “It was an accident, that’s all. And… it felt amazing,” he added to try and get that crestfallen expression off Luca’s face. “Come take a shower with me and we can talk about it afterwards.”

Luca eyed the black eyeshadow and heavy mascara that still adorned Niles’ eyes and smiled faintly. “You’ll want some makeup-remover if you’re showering,” he said. “I’ve already smudged it.”

“Or you could use your magic to clean it off,” Niles said with a quirked eyebrow. “I’m sure there’s a spell for that…” It was a white flag, and an open invitation to channel around him already, and Luca took it for what it was.

Hesitantly, Luca reached over and cupped Niles’ face in his right hand. “Close your eyes for me?” he murmured.

Niles obliged, and he sensed the moment Luca’s magic kindled back to life again. The warm tug of it drew him in like the proverbial moth, and he let himself tumble towards it.

Luca paused then exhaled shakily. “Oh dei,” he swore softly, “Sei bellissimo…”

He passed his thumb lightly over Niles’ eyebrow and then across his eyelid in a barely-there sweep, and, after repeating the same on the other side, he leaned in close and kissed him while Niles still had his eyes closed. His warm, soft lips brushed tenderly against Niles’ and he moaned quietly.

“All done, amore,” he purred, and Niles smiled.

Soaking up the closeness and the new intimacy of simply being in each other’s presence, they hardly felt the need for words as the shared a shower. Words would come later.

Amid the swirling steam, Luca pressed his bronze body against Niles’ marble white, and Niles tipped his head back into the water for Luca to wash his hair out. Luca’s strong fingers circled slowly, decadently, across his scalp, the foam making tiny crackling noises in his ears as the bubbles burst. He closed his eyes and let out a long, broken moan, and rolled his sharp hips against Luca’s. They were both half-hard again. Luca pressed one hand to the apple of Niles’ pale throat and then slid his touch over the ink on his collarbones and down to catch him around his narrow hips and tug him close, all the while massaging the last of the lather from Niles’ hair with the other.

Niles had never felt so cherished in all his life.

The idea of smelling like Luca’s products had been heady enough to get worked up again, but the intimacy and reverence of the care in his touch got him the rest of the way there, and Luca saw to that too. He closed his slick hand around his cock and eased him through the gentlest orgasm he’d ever had, without ever letting go of his waist with his other hand. When Niles shuddered and spilled with a weak cry, he rested his forehead against Luca’s sturdy shoulder and let his beloved witch support him though the last of it.

When they were done and the water was in danger of running cold on them, they stepped out and dried off.

“Any chance I can borrow some pyjamas or something?” Niles asked, perched on the edge of Luca’s white bed in only a towel, with a smaller one still wrapped around up his hair. “Don’t feel like getting dressed in all that again…” he said as he eyed his crumpled pinafore dress and blouse. “You do own clothing that isn’t Edwardian waistcoats and posh trousers, right?”

Luca laughed. “Don’t tell anyone, but I have some tracksuit bottoms somewhere… I even wear them on occasion. Here, I’ll get something for you. You want some boxers too?”

“Please,” he said, and the blotchy, lingering blush across his collarbones and neck from coming in the hot shower darkened a little. He loved the idea that they were far enough into their relationship that they could borrow each other’s underwear.

Downstairs on the sofa in the front room a little while later, with Tobias curled up on Luca’s lap in the fading afternoon light, and two steaming cups of Earl Grey tea on the delicate little antique table, Niles took a deep breath, and began his story.

“My grandfather was a witch,” he said into the stretching silence. “He and my grandmother lived in Armagh — where I grew up — and my grandmother was a conduit.”

“Like you.”

“Not quite. Turns out I’m actually more of a… a lens. For the most part, I can choose when to take that magic and whether to focus it. A conduit can only channel passively.”

Luca sucked in a breath and then hissed, “Holy shit. Do you know how rare conduits like you are?”

“I do now,” replied Niles darkly. He stared into his teacup for a moment and then looked up at Luca to find him paying close, intense attention once more. With another little exhale, he continued. “I used to stay with my grandparents a lot during the school holidays while my parents were working, and one day my Granda decided that… that he wanted…”

Feeling the nausea rising already, Niles tried to compose himself with another shaky inhale. Tobias looked up suddenly from Luca’s lap and gave a soft ‘mrrp’. Then, to Luca’s obvious surprise, the black, three-legged cat levered himself upright and stepped carefully off Luca’s knees, paced along the sofa to Niles like he was walking along a garden fence, and headbutted him gently in the centre of his chest. Then he curled up in Niles’ lap and appeared to go back to sleep. When Niles’ pale hands gently came down to stroke along the cat’s head and back, a soft, contented purring filled the silence of the room.

Luca’s eyes were sparkling softly, fondly, when Niles looked at him, and he smiled faintly. “He’s never been like this with anyone else,” Luca rasped and then cleared his throat. “Please, go on if… if you still want to.”

Niles nodded. “So…”

It was in fact marginally easier with the warm weight of the cat in his lap to occupy the part of his brain that wanted to keep stalling and fidgeting, and as he stroked the soft, black fur, and the cat’s rhythmic purring permeated through the contact, his anxiety ebbed away enough to get the rest of it out.

“Granda decided that he wanted more power. He wasn’t particularly powerful within his local coven, but he wanted status, or some bullshit. He was always a bastard to my grandmother, who by then had already had one small stroke…”

Luca’s golden eyes turned hard with anger and disgust. “Oh dei, Niles,” he breathed, already knowing the answer to his question, “Because your grandfather used her to channel more magic?”

Again, Niles nodded. “Most likely.”

Luca’s upper lip actually curled into a small snarl. Using a conduit like that until they cracked was… an unspeakable act.

“So… he waits for me to come over as well, because he thinks he knows by then what I am, even if I don’t understand it fully. Grandma had tried to talk to me a bit about it, on the rare chance we had to be alone, but I was twelve and I didn’t really want anything to do with all his witchy stuff, you know? I thought he was a freak, and he scared the shit out of me.”

Tobias shuffled a little, turning his sweet little paws inwards and flicking his tail.

“So Granda meets me at the door when my da drops me off before work, and I say goodbye to him. He says ‘I’ll see you at the weekend, son’, and drives off.”

Luca’s tanned skin was starting to look ashen, but he kept quiet.

“Granda smiles and waves him off too, then bundles me into the house, gives me a glass of squash, and makes me drink it. Turns out it had something in it that made me sleepy, and I wake up in the basement sometime later, tied to a chair. The sick fuck planned to use Grandma and me to channel a shit-ton of magic into some kind of amulet that he could then wear to give himself some kind of perpetual power-up.” There. He’d said it. He exhaled and felt shaky but relieved all the same.

Luca reached reflexively for Niles’ knee and squeezed him. “I’m so sorry,” he said, openly appalled and sickened.

Niles managed a weak smile and a shrug. “Turns out I’d left my bag with all my stuff in the car. Da found it when he got to work and decided to drive back instead of waiting til the end of the day.”

The silence fairly rang with the fact that if his father had waited, Niles would probably have died, and Luca read it in his face and blanched.

“When no one answered the door, da got worried. He round went through the side gate and got in through the back door, and came down to find Granda halfway through his fucking ritual, burning us both up while the whole room spun around like some kind of tornado. Da knocked Granda to the floor, which knocked him out, and…” he shrugged again, feeling a prickle of panic around the edges of his mind.

The rough rasp of Tobias' tongue across the back of his hand startled him back to the moment and he stroked the cat affectionately between the ears in thanks.

“Long story short, Grandma died in hospital a few weeks later, and my parents cut all ties with him. Not long after that, we moved to England anyway.”

Luca’s voice was small and wavering. “Do either of your parents have magic?”

Niles shook his head. “No. Ma knew a lot about it, and told my da about it all, but neither of them has magic.”

Luca inhaled deeply, held it, and then released it slowly through his nose. “Niles, can I hold you?” he said at long last.

“You’ll have to ask your cat,” Niles grinned, and Tobias raised his head to shoot Luca a flat, dirty look.

“Please, darling?” Luca begged his familiar. “Please let me hold him?”

With a disdainful, long-suffering meow, which made Niles think Luca might pay for this later, the cat rose, headbutted Niles’ chin this time with a final purr, and then leapt gracefully to the floor, stalking from the room without a backward glance.

Despite his long, lanky limbs, Niles climbed easily into Luca’s lap and let himself be held, and eventually Luca broke the silence by kissing him on the forehead and drawing back to regard him with his amber eyes glassy and wide. “Thank you for trusting me,” he said. “I can’t even begin to imagine how you must have felt about me after what you endured back then. I had no idea…” He pursed his lips to keep from crying and added, “Grazie, amore.”

Niles, with his knees resting on the sofa cushions to either side of Luca’s thighs, and his arms wrapped around Luca’s neck, ground his hips against him and kissed him silly. After a while, he felt Luca growing hard and it wasn’t long before Luca leaned back, tilted his head into the cushions and moaned. “Dei, I feel like a teenager again,” he chuckled ruefully.

“Can I blow you?” Niles whispered, and Luca closed his eyes and bit his lip.

“I’m so worked up,” he warned. “I shouldn’t be, but… the way you feel in my arms, amore…”

“Let’s see how long I can tease you then,” he said as he slithered off and knelt between Luca’s legs. He ran his hands up Luca’s thighs and slipped his fingers beneath the elastic of his waistband. Luca lifted his hips, and Niles drew down both sweatpants and underwear in one. He leaned over him and licked up the underside of his hard cock before giving a few, teasing kitten licks just under the head. When Luca whimpered, Niles wet his lips and took Luca all the way to the back of his throat.

Yet again, Luca’s magic flared bright and golden as he surrendered to his arousal, and Niles concentrated enough to take his magic and hold it carefully, as if in cupped hands. “Oh fuck,” Luca cursed immediately, chest heaving. “Oh fuck, when you do that… I can’t… I can’t… Niles… amore please… oh gods that feels so good…”

“My mouth or your magic?”

“Both!” he choked, unable to stop himself bucking his hips upwards into Niles’ mouth again, pushing needily past his wet lips and back into the delicious heat of his mouth.

Niles pulled off him three times in total — whenever he felt Luca’s balls tighten and heard him begin to pant and gasp — and on the last time, Luca practically sobbed.

“Let me have it, Luca,” Niles said, and Luca knew he wasn’t talking about physically letting go or fucking into his mouth.

In a gesture of absolute trust, Luca opened himself completely to the full extent of his magic and let all of it pour into Niles, and Niles, ready this time, held it like a chalice while it suffused his whole body. Warm, golden, vibrant: Niles held the very essence of what made Luca who he was, and as he cradled it and caressed it, he heard Luca gasp. His hips lifted, his torso contracted, and Luca hunched forwards with a yell as he spilled down Niles’ throat. As he did, Niles returned all his magic to him in a rush, and he almost screamed in ecstasy, practically doubling over, hands flying down to grip Niles’ hair so hard it ached.

Niles wondered for a moment if Luca was going to pass out as his orgasm ripped through him with renewed force.

Finally, Luca stopped coming and collapsed back into the sofa, breathing hard, cock still twitching and drooling the last of his release.

Waiting a moment or two after swallowing him down, Niles suckled gently on Luca’s sensitive cock and let it soften a fraction against his tongue. The weight of it and the feel of him in his mouth made him giddy, but the trust Luca had shown him almost made him cry.

For a long few minutes, Luca lay spent and pliant against the cushions, and barely had the strength to let Niles tuck him back into his clothes before he climbed into Luca’s lap again.

“I love you,” Niles whispered as he leaned his body against Luca’s softly rising and falling chest.

He wasn’t sure Luca had heard him — that he wasn’t asleep — until Luca brought his arms up around Niles’ waist and hugged him so tightly he wheezed. “I’m yours, amore,” he whispered against Niles neck, making goosebumps shiver all along one side of his body. “I’m yours.”

“My very own witch,” Niles grinned, kissing the shorter hair at the side of Luca’s head, just above his ear. “Who’d have thought it.”

“Yours,” Luca simply replied without any sign of letting go of him or loosening his hold.

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The End! I hope you enjoyed their story. If you did, please consider reblogging it as well. Thanks for coming along on this very drawn-out journey! And thank you for sponsoring it if you did!

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#I know it's not nearly as popular as the other content I post but these two hold a special place in my heart.#witch x goth #male witch x male goth #mlm #sponsor a story #I hope you like this one

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gallawitchxx · 1 year

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🖤 barber!mickey & (not so) shaggy!ian 🖤

here's the 49th installment for this week's @galladrabbles prompt: karma by @stocious

catch up/read in full HERE -- updates weekly! [ read scenes one & two in their entirety ON AO3 ]

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His ears are wide open, yet unable to grasp much meaning, so Ian lets his eyes try.

They wander towards the warm, yet curious glint of Lucia’s smile, to her worn and weathered hands pushing away crumpled cash, and the soft and secret stare they share as she relents, taking what was once Ian’s, then Mickey’s, now hers: like an endless knot of karma, weaving seemingly disparate actions into the whirling wheel of will.

His thoughts grow dangerous and hopeful as Mickey turns, then stops dead, like he knew Ian would be there, but is still surprised to see him.

#GOOD MORNING HAPPY SATURDAY I HAVE DRABBLED FOR 49 WEEKS STRAIGHT #3 MORE MAKES AN ENTIRE YEAR!#holy fuck (reverent)#also hi happy weekend i love each & every one of you #i hope you like this one #icymi: mickey speaks spanish #ian does not #but he can still see what's unfolding in front of him ya know?#barber!mickey my sweet #shaggy!ian my pet #shameless #shameless fanfiction #galladrabbles #ian x mickey #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #bee writes 🐝 ✍🏼

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yaboyhoney · 6 months

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Okok hi there!

I saw the first raihan and piers x reader and i LOVE how the reader sets them up!

is it fine if i can request how did raihan and piers thought before making the reader their third?

Raihan and Piers are so down bad for each other but they recognize that something is missing, so to speak.

Their dynamic works great but it's somehow better when you're around. It never feels out of place when you're with them on their dates.

Raihan would be the first to admit that he's got a bit of a crush on you before Piers would admit the same. So then the two try to come up with ways on how they can introduce the idea of the three of you dating each other.

Raihan wants to do something flashy, Piers wants something more honest. They go back and forth until ultimately deciding that they should go along with your vibes instead of theirs.

#aw heehee thank you for reading that old post #i hope you like this one #raihan x piers #raihan x reader #piers x reader #my writing #headcanons

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waitingforthesunrise · 1 year

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poeem poeem if u dont mind

i ate spicy food today like, a sandwich with chilly peper and a sour cream and doritos as chips

I want to feel as though

the universe can still stir me. burn me.

sensations are a penny a pound; unreachable.

today I will try. today I will reach for

a burning, a coolness, a salty

snap of my heart.

#hello lovely anon #I hope you like this one #sorry its a little weird #original poetry #have a beautiful day

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luanna801 · 1 year

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hmmm... jonathan/mina, blood?

It scares her, when she begins to notice the change.

Her head is pillowed on Jonathan's chest, and at first the sound of his heartbeat is merely comforting; a reminder that, no matter what the future may hold, in this moment they're both alive and together. It's a soothing sound really; one steady thump after another, like an oceantide lapping against the shore. Each pulsing gush of his blood rushing through his veins: the rhythm mesmerizing her as easily Doctor Van Helsing's hypnosis, pulling her into a trance as she feels the pulse thrumming under his skin, rushing towards her...

Her mouth is at his throat before she realizes it.

Jonathan merely makes a sound of contentment, his arm tightening around her shoulders, but the true horror of it presses upon her in an instant, and she shoves herself away from him roughly, recoiling to the far side of their bed.

"Mina, what on earth-"

He sits up haphazardly, momentarily nonplussed, and she can feel her heart break as the truth dawns on him. In a quick, unconscious movement, his hand flies to his neck.

Mina doesn't scream then, as she did on that other night, but she feels as though her soul is screaming from the very depths of her.

Jonathan reaches for her, murmuring words of reassurance, but she cannot hear him. His pulse still pounds in her ears, joined now by her own; her heart racing with terror as she thinks of how close she came...

I will never hurt you, my love, she promises silently. If it comes to it, I will spill my own blood before yours.

#dracula #dracula daily #jonathan harker #mina murray #jonmina #replies #anons #jonathan and mina #otp #bram stoker #fanfic #my fanfic #dracula fic prompts #I hope you like this one #a classic trope but fun to write!

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balmacedapascal · 2 years

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girl, i am back!!!! and completely in love with your single dad!Harwin 🧡🥺✨ can we get a "how can i help?" in that verse?? bonus points if it's rhae asking 🥴😭🥺

(this is for a modern single dad!Harwin au that I mentioned yesterday and might eventually flesh out into a full on story but the concept is Harwin is raising Jace and Luke on his own and has recently reconnected with Rhaenyra, whom he grew up with and hasn't seen in years. Jace and Luke are his kids in this, not theirs. at least not biologically. okay i hope you like it <3)

It only took one night for Rhaenyra to discover how quickly plans could change with someone who had children. Her and Harwin had managed to meet up a handful of times since they'd first bumped into each other, grabbing coffee or lunch when they could to try and catch up. And tonight was the first chance they'd had to make plans for dinner. The first time it would be something she might actually consider a date. The whole thing was still a bit casual, the two of them dancing around the conversation of where this was going. But she was looking forward to spending time with him, time that didn't have a timer on it for when they both needed to get back to their responsibilities. And when he'd offered to cook for them rather than going out to, she'd been happy for the chance of a potentially intimate night together.

What she hadn't expected was little Jace to answer the door when she rang the bell at half past seven. "Um, hi Jace. Do you remember me? I'm a friend of your dad's."

"Yep! He said you were coming over for dinner. And he said that we were supposed to be on our best behavior. And he said to let him know when you got here. And - oh! Come on, you can come and see the fish me and Luke got last month. DAD! Miss Nyra's here! I'm showing her my fish!"

And before she could process anything that had come out of the little boy's mouth at a mile a minute, she found herself in a surprisingly tight grip and being pulled into the house, just barely getting the door closed behind her as she stumbled along behind the six year old. She wasn't sure exactly where Harwin was but she found herself being led down a hall lined with an assortment of photos of all three Strongs that she would've enjoyed inspecting if given the chance. Instead, she got a brief glimpse before finding herself in a bedroom filled with books and toys and games and little Luke in some kind of dinosaur onesie playing with a slew of action figures. He didn't do much more than look up and give her a sweet smile before going back to his toys.

There was an aquarium next to the window that Rhaenyra found herself kneeling in front of, listening with as much attention as she could manage as she was given a rundown of every type of fish in the water with as much detail as the little boy could manage. She wasn't sure she'd remember any of it by the time he was finished but it seemed best she make the effort until she was able to break away.

"Jace, I told you to let me know when she got here, not hide her away in the room you two absolutely didn't clean up like I asked you to. You don't get to hog the new guests all for yourself." Jace's explanations were interrupted at the sound of Harwin's voice, getting both her and the boys to turn towards the doorway. He looked good, despite being dressed down for a night in. A kitchen towel was draped over his shoulder and he'd pulled back his hair into bun that seemed to be fighting its constraints. The smile he offered her was sheepish but sweet and she tried not to think too long on how there was suddenly a swarm of butterflies in her stomach.

"But you said we could show new people the fish when they first come over," Jace argued, leading to a staring match between father and son for the ten seconds it took her to stand and join Harwin in the doorway.

"They were very impressive fish," she added, getting a smile from the boys and a head shake from their dad which seemed a good enough compromise. "How about you tell me more about them later, Jace? Does that sound okay?"

"Okay." And just like that the boys went back to playing, Jace joining Luke on the floor to pick up where she guessed they'd left off when he'd met her at the door.

For the second time in ten minutes, Rhaenyra found herself being led down the hall, this time by a much gentler and less demanding touch. She followed Harwin back to the living room where she was treated to another sheepish smile as he turned back to her. "Hey, sorry about - well, all of it. They were going to have a sleepover with some friends from school but I got a call right before we were about to leave that the other kids are down chicken pox and I didn't have a chance to give you a heads up. I know I promised a nice relaxing night and you've already been bombarded with every fact he's managed to retain on angelfish and neon tetras. If you want to raincheck I understand, really. Especially since you look like you came straight from work and-"

"Harwin! Stop, breathe, relax." He did as she instructed and she couldn't but reach for his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze even though it seemed a hug might have done him better. "It's all fine. I may not have a ton of experience with kids but I am aware that they should take top priority. And I'd have a lot more issues with you still sending them off to a chicken pox infected household so I could have an adults only dinner. Now, please, how can I help?"

There was a pause as he looked down at her, almost as if he was still processing everything between them. And then she blinked and his lips were on hers, a soft kiss that lingered for a heartbeat as his free hand reached up to cup the side of her face. It surprised her, leaving her off balance for a moment before she leaned into the touch and kissed him back. When he pulled back, the smile he wore had relaxed and she felt one mirroring it on her own lips. "Just come keep me company while I finish things up and that will be more than enough." Another quick peck and then the hand holding hers pulled her in the direction she assumed was the kitchen.

And when he lifted her up onto the countertop instead of letting her go over to one of the stools, she could feel the flutter in her stomach once more, relishing in the oddly comforting domesticity of the quiet moments before the patter of little feet came echoing down the hall to join them.

#modern rhaewin #rhaewin fanfic #hotd fanfic #harwin strong fanfic #rhaenyra targaryen fanfic #thank you for sending me prompts and keeping me writing #i hope you like this one #single dad harwin au #mine*#mywriting*#chara: harwin strong #chara: rhaenyra targaryen #chara: jacaerys velaryon #chara: lucerys velaryon #i feel like this might be ooc for everyone but lets just go with its modern so of course things might be different

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ihateleviack · 1 year

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Mmmmm uncool, dude. Everyone knows you gotta strive for the heart hands in pictures.

I had to force myself to not post this so soon but now I don't care. I love my boys and nothing's gonna stop me from putting them in meaningless scenarios that only makes sense in my head.

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2. Sam genesis on insta https://pin.it/1nqYop6

3. https://th.bing.com/th/id/R.c0d685605abf6f201fd58de88f03065a?rik=UgJIuw%2fX0%2f52wA&pid=ImgRaw&r=0

(Captain's clothes was from my mind)

Also extras:

Like a sequel to this: https://www.tumblr.com/alpha-man-supreme/696489635612868608/selfies-press-f1-for-help-i-love-them-so-much?source=share

#friday night funkin'#Tankmen #senpai fnf #I hope you like this one #I know I do😋#Next time I want to draw helmetless Tankmen #or them hanging out with Pico #I got ideas😏😏

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sylvies-kablooie · 3 months

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i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.

#i often wonder about how many things would be considered classic or high art had they only received the marketing #how many short films that were made for class could have been the most powerful thing you'd ever seen? if you'd seen them?#“you know the greatest films of all time were never made” etc etc #but like. these works of art ARE being made. it's just enjoyed by a smaller audience with equal impact though #i think about this one furry i used to follow on insta who had the coolest worldbuilding ever. it's been years.#thought prompted by that sketch of nimona from ten years ago that was just for a character design #posted to the creator's tumblr and now it's nominated for best animated feature film at the oscars #and by the genuine emotional reaction a fan comic made me feel. how much work had gone into it. how beautiful it was to me.#idk what to tag this but i hope whoever needs to hear it does #writing #writer #fandom #fandom culture #artist

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endusviolence · 2 months

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Rowling isn't denying holocaust. She just pointed out that burning of transgender health books is a lie as that form of cosmetic surgery didn't exist. But of course you knew that already, didn't you?

I was thinking I'd probably see one of you! You're wrong :) Let's review the history a bit, shall we?

In this case, what we're talking about is the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft, or in English, The Institute of Sexology. This Institute was founded and headed by a gay Jewish sexologist named Magnus Hirschfeld. It was founded in July of 1919 as the first sexology research clinic in the world, and was run as a private, non-profit clinic. Hirschfeld and the researchers who worked there would give out consultations, medical advice, and even treatments for free to their poorer clientele, as well as give thousands of lectures and build a unique library full of books on gender, sexuality, and eroticism. Of course, being a gay man, Hirschfeld focused a lot on the gay community and proving that homosexuality was natural and could not be "cured".

Hirschfeld was unique in his time because he believed that nobody's gender was either one or the other. Rather, he contended that everyone is a mixture of both male and female, with every individual having their own unique mix of traits.

This leads into the Institute's work with transgender patients. Hirschfeld was actually the one to coin the term "transsexual" in 1923, though this word didn't become popular phrasing until 30 years later when Harry Benjamin began expanding his research (I'll just be shortening it to trans for this brief overview.) For the Institute, their revolutionary work with gay men eventually began to attract other members of the LGBTA+, including of course trans people.

Contrary to what Anon says, sex reassignment surgery was first tested in 1912. It'd already being used on humans throughout Europe during the 1920's by the time a doctor at the Institute named Ludwig Levy-Lenz began performing it on patients in 1931. Hirschfeld was at first opposed, but he came around quickly because it lowered the rate of suicide among their trans patients. Not only was reassignment performed at the Institute, but both facial feminization and facial masculization surgery were also done.

The Institute employed some of these patients, gave them therapy to help with other issues, even gave some of the mentioned surgeries for free to this who could not afford it! They spoke out on their behalf to the public, even getting Berlin police to help them create "transvestite passes" to allow people to dress however they wanted without the threat of being arrested. They worked together to fight the law, including trying to strike down Paragraph 175, which made it illegal to be homosexual. The picture below is from their holiday party, Magnus Hirschfeld being the gentleman on the right with the fabulous mustache. Many of the other people in this photo are transgender.

[Image ID: A black and white photo of a group of people. Some are smiling at the camera, others have serious expressions. Either way, they all seem to be happy. On the right side, an older gentleman in glasses- Magnus Hirschfeld- is sitting. He has short hair and a bushy mustache. He is resting one hand on the shoulder of the person in front of him. His other hand is being held by a person to his left. Another person to his right is holding his shoulder.]

There was always push back against the Institute, especially from conservatives who saw all of this as a bad thing. But conservatism can't stop progress without destroying it. They weren't willing to go that far for a good while. It all ended in March of 1933, when a new Chancellor was elected. The Nazis did not like homosexuals for several reasons. Chief among them, we break the boundaries of "normal" society. Shortly after the election, on May 6th, the book burnings began. The Jewish, gay, and obviously liberal Magnus Hirschfeld and his library of boundary-breaking literature was one of the very first targets. Thankfully, Hirschfeld was spared by virtue of being in Paris at the time (he would die in 1935, before the Nazis were able to invade France). His library wasn't so lucky.

This famous picture of the book burnings was taken after the Institute of Sexology had been raided. That's their books. Literature on so much about sexuality, eroticism, and gender, yes including their new work on trans people. This is the trans community's Alexandria. We're incredibly lucky that enough of it survived for Harry Benjamin and everyone who came after him was able to build on the Institute's work.

[Image ID: A black and white photo of the May Nazi book burning of the Institute of Sexology's library. A soldier, back facing the camera, is throwing a stack of books into the fire. In the background of the right side, a crowd is watching.]

As the Holocaust went on, the homosexuals of Germany became a targeted group. This did include transgender people, no matter what you say. To deny this reality is Holocaust denial. JK Rowling and everyone else who tries to pretend like this isn't reality is participating in that evil. You're agreeing with the Nazis.

But of course, you knew that already, didn't you?

Edit: Added image IDs. I apologize to those using screen readers for forgetting them. Please reblog this version instead.

#transgender #trans history #transsexual #transphobia #Magnus Hirschfeld #holocaust #holocaust denial #book burning #j.k. rowling #jk rowling #just in case you missed what i mean by all this: go fuck yourself anon :)#trans people have always existed #and we will always exist #if you really wanna pick a fight with me over well-documented history then you better bring in some sources to back your shit #queer history #queer #lgbt+#lgbta+#lgbt #lgbt history #edit: i finally got around to those damn image IDs. i am so very sorry for totally forgetting that's my bimbo moment of the month #also real quick i thought about adding an image of the actual building but the only one i can find has a Nazi parade in front of it #it was taken the day of the book burning raid and honestly if i were to include it then i'd add it to the first few paragraphs #and i think the story's better told when you uphold the hope Magnus Hirschfeld and all the researchers he worked with had #also keeps being brought up: yes Hirschfeld was a eugenicist. it was a popular belief set that was only discredited after WW2 #Hirschfeld died in 1935. he literally didn't live long enough to see science turn against those beliefs and practices #considering how he changed his mind on transitions i like to think he would've changed his mind on eugenics too if he'd lived

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