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batrachised · 6 months

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me, fully in denial, watching the haunting of hill house: wow luke is such a sweet little boy :) excited to see his happy ending! :)

#i don't really care about ANY of these other siblings but LUKE #LUKE MY BELOVED #YOU DESERVE BETTER LUKE #haunting of hill house

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maryleclerc · 5 months

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𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞* — charles leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x model!reader

face claim: gigi hadid

summary: in which y/n and charles leclerc has been dated for several years, but they broke up and y/n find out she was pregnant but charles leclerc never it was his child.

warning: pregnancy, single mother, this is an social media au!, it’s just an imagination so please don’t take it seriously. before you read it, charles in this will be an arse so if you don’t like it you don’t have to read. i CHANGE alexandra username, just use as face-claim

i don’t own any of these images, also does not have any pregnancy experience

haven’t decide who will reader end up with so you can recom whoever reader should end up with OR maybe just like the title name, single mom. also don’t know which gender baby should be so im open up to you guys opinion!! 🤍 also please let me know what you think after read this au!. thank you!!

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yournameupdates Y/n Y/l/n reportedly reveals to Glamour Magazine that she will take a break from Model Industry after this week fashion runway with Versace Winter Collection. In the interview, she quote “It’s a little too overwhelming for me, and after 8 long years working in the modeling industry, I think maybe this is the right time for me to get little rest and spend time with my parents, siblings and loves one.” she also quote “I’ll come back next year, so don’t forget who I am”

Also don’t forget to watch “Y/N Y/L/N Answers The Web Most Searched Question!”

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y/nthegurl It’s just too much for her, so many things happen this year from the break up with Charles 3 months ago to everything that lead to this, she deserve someone better than him!!! Just 3 months he already move on

loverfory/n We will wait for you!!

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yourusername at mama papa !! 🧸🤍

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georgiaorlandoo Haven’t seen you since the broke up between you with Charles. But anyway, how are you?

⤷ yourusername I’m doing great!!! 🤍

⤷ henrypatinston_ @georgiaorlando Why did they broke up?

⤷ georgiaorlando Out of love, oviously ☹️

forevercharlesandy/n I will wait for you to come back!!

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charles_leclerc LA with my beloved @megansaintmleux

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y/nsgoddess Do you get déjà vu when she's with you?

ginnag_ People say whatever they want but i know he’s happy with his new partner

spilltheteahere I miss Y/n and Charles era 😩 i cannot believe it’s GONE!!

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deuxmoi The first pictures of Y/n after her announce of taking a “break”. Congratulation Y/n Y/l/n!!

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lannister122 What? she PREGNANT?

babessbos I’m not surprise, know this will happen, just sooner or later

jessicawreen I wonder if Charles knows anything? @ihavethebesst

⤷ ihavethebesst Idek, like he’s already move on so i don’t even want to talk about it

[ to be continue ]

#charles leclerc imagines #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x y/n #charles leclerc #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc blurb #charles leclerc fanfiction #charles leclerc smut

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anonymousbeefriendfanfics · 6 days

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Dating Lyney

Day #1 of writing for my beloved in an attempt to coerce him into showing up early. Come home, my little magician, I need you!

Please feel free to send me requests for what you want to see next!

Fandom: Genshin Impact Character: Lyney Warnings: Fluff, magic. Some mild spoilers for the Fontaine archon quest. Note: Some people consider Lyney to be a minor, so keep in mind that he's 18+ in this, even though there's no NSFW.

So you wanna date the rizzler huh? You'd better be prepared, because he's the world's biggest flirt. It literally never stops, no matter if you've been together five weeks or five years. He's always going to have something suave to say, always going to keep surprising you with little magic tricks. It's just how he is, especially when he's passionate about something - or someone. You'd best be ready to hear him say he loves you twenty times a day, and you'd better say it back, too, or else he'll get that adorable pout on his face and hit you with the puppy dog eyes. Sometimes you wonder if the man has a serious bone in his entire body or if Lynette inherited them all, but you know him better than that.

Lyney is such a gentleman. He's ridiculously charismatic, but he's also so, so sweet. He'll do anything and everything for you. He pulls out chairs for you, holds your hand while walking - you'll definitely have to stop him from draping his cape across puddles for you like they do in the movies. It's a little cheesy, sure, but it's so endearing with that sweet, lovesick smile on his face, and you can't help but love him more for it.

He's a very observant person. It just comes with the territory. He's trained himself to pick up on the subtlest little details, and while this primarily applies to magic and his work, but it also applies very heavily to you. He notices everything about you, from what you order at restaurants you go to on dates to what color clothing you prefer to wear to the way your tone and expression naturally shift as you talk about different topics. He memorizes you, so much so that he'll surprise you with things you've mentioned once in his presence, or perhaps not at all - he's quite good at putting pieces together and figuring out things behind the scenes, after all. You once asked him if he had the ability to read your mind after he pulled a slice of your favorite cake out of his hat, and he merely laughed and replied, "a magician never reveals his secrets, my dear~"

Speaking of which, his laugh is one of your favorite sounds in the whole world. The little chuckles and laughs peppered throughout his speech are lovely, of course, but you know they're mostly part of the show he plays for the audience. Your true favorite is the way he laughs when you're alone with him, when you say or do something funny or catch him off guard. There's something so magical about it, like you're getting a private glimpse of his beautiful soul. One of your favorite memories is when you got him to laugh so hard he could barely breathe, a genuine smile stretched across his face and a delightful sparkle in his eyes.

During the early part of your relationship, he's very guarded and secretive, despite his open and outgoing persona. Depending on your thoughts about the organization, he might attempt to hide being a Fatuus from you, just because he's terrified of your reaction. He puts a lot of effort into appearing absolutely perfect, because he believes you deserve nothing less than perfection. Even if he is honest about his work, he holds back his innermost feelings and desires for quite some time, continuing to play the part that is required of him. He cares dearly about you, and he's not about to let you go because of a careless misstep on his part.

It takes him some time before he learns to be vulnerable with you. He's so convinced that he always has to be perfect, that he has to be strong for his siblings and for you, and he doesn't allow himself to show any of the negative emotions that haunt him day after day. Slowly but surely, however, you will break that wall down - brick by brick, if you must. He begins to lower his guard when you are alone, to let the mask slip and show his true feelings, even if they aren't glamorous, even if he hates them. Once he trusts you enough to show you the truth that he hides from even his siblings, your relationship grows even closer.

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thehusbandoden · 9 months

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You Flinch During an Argument -Dabi

I like- sped through writing this, sorry if it sucks <33

Oh and the drabble kinda went outta line with the headcannons, but just a bit 😅

Edit: I'mma count this series as my 100 followers event cause why not?

Angst to fluff/ Comfort | Headcannons + a drabble | 963 words

Warnings!: Mentions of Dabi's backstory, mention of abuse (not in detail), mention of yelling, crying, thoughts of abandonment, flinching, self doubt. Let me know if I miss any!

Gif credit: @kilruas

Dabi would truly be broken.

As soon as you flinched he was send him back to his childhood, Endeavor screaming at his mother and siblings, the fear in their eyes as he did so.

The similarity left him stumbling backwards, making his way towards the front door.

You would quickly snap out of it, truly not knowing why you flinched. You knew Dabi would never hurt you, you knew that you were safe.

You would quickly realize that Dabi was leaving, and rush after him, panicking as you asked him where he was going, what he was doing, and why was he ignoring you.

Part of Dabi wanted to fall into your arms and be comforted, but he knew that that was wrong. He didn't deserve that. Or you, for a matter of fact.

And so with you crying and begging him not to go, he walked out the front door.

And he stayed away.. for a few months.

It was the second week of the fourth month when he came back, eye bags dark and turquoise eyes hesitant, scared, and lonely.

You would immediately jump on him, crying as you asked him why he left.

But, he still doubted himself and merily patted your back awkwardly.

And that was when you realized how terrified he was.

As soon as you were back on the ground you grabbed Dabi's shirt and pulled his face to yours, kissing him roughly.

As you pulled back to breathe you glared up at Dabi and his wide eyes.

"Dabi. I trust you. I don't know why I flinched that day, but I knew for a fact that you would xneverx hurt me. Phsycially at least. You broke my heart leaving like that."

At that moment Dabi realized what he really needed to focus on and lifted you back up, having you straddle his waist as he wrapped his arms around your smaller form, kissing your lips as a silent apology.

"D-Dabi?" You ask, voice hesitant as he grabs his work phone and jacket before sliding on his platform boots.

"Dabi, where are you going?" You ask, moving towards the man you've grown to adore.

"Dabi, answer me." You whisper, putting your hand on his arm.

Jerking his arm away, Dabi made his way towards your bedroom, confusing you further.

"Dabi! What are you doing?" You ask again, moving to keep up with the villain.

Dabi said nothing as he made his way towards the window, unlatching the glass before preparing to jump out.

"Dabi- don't go! Wait- lets talk about this, I know that it seems a lot worse than it actually is in your head!" You exclaim, voice wobbly as Dabi starts climbing.

"Dabi don't leave me!" You cry, grabbing onto his arm in a desperate hope to keep him here.

Dabi simply shook off your arm before taking off, causing you to mentally breakdown.

In your head you somehow did something wrong and now he was leaving you, going off to find someone better.

Breaking down in sobs, you desperately tried to hold yourself in some sort of comfort, silently begging for your Dabi to come back to you, knowing if you went out looking it would cause a scene.

~About four and a half months later~

You awoke to the soft knock on your window. Slowly blinking your eyes open, you sat up and yawned, wondering what woke you.

You stopped as another knock sounded from your window. You knew that knock. That knock belonged to your beloved Dabi, your one and only.

Rushing towards the window, you quickly unlocked and opened it, reveling in the site of Dabi, who looked quite uncomfortable.

"Dabi!" You exclaim, dragging him into your shared bedroom, careful not to hit his head on the window.

As soon as he was safely inside you jumped on top of him, wrapping your legs around his waist and arms around his neck. Out of instinct Dabi quickly wrapped his arms around you, making sure you wouldn't fall.

"W-why did you leave me?" You whisper, eyes moist as you bury your face in Dabi's neck, inhaling his comforting scent of campfire smoke and sandalwood.

"I- I was scared."

"Of what?"

"Hurting you, scaring you, loosing you." Dabi muttered, burying his nose in your hair hesitantly.

At that your sobs started, you clung onto Dabi as you cried, staining Dabi's dirty jacket with your tears.

Usually Dabi would bring you to bed, holding you against his chest while whispering comforting words to you. Or maybe even chuckling and sitting you on his lap, kissing you until you were too engrossed in him to think about what was making you upset.

But instead he awkwardly patted your back, his hold becoming a whole lot less certain.

It was at that moment that you realized that he was still terrified of what happened.

Slipping out of his hold, you faced Dabi, tears still falling down your face as you pulled Dabi's shirt, bringing Dabi's lips to yours you clashed them together, kissing Dabi roughly as you clung to his shirt, demanding his attention and trust.

Once your lungs demanded air you pulled away, glaring up at Dabi, whose cheeks were red and eyes wide.

"I trust you, fully." You mutter, pulling Dabi down so your noses touch, "I know you weren't going to hurt me and I know you never will. So please, stop doubting yourself. And make up for the lost time and kiss me."

At your words Dabi hesitated for a few seconds before smashing his lips against yours, pulling you against him as he greedily sought your touch, wanting to make up for the time he spent away from you.

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hs-is-loml · 2 years

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As I Am Yours. (a.t)

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!Fem!Reader (minor oc descriptions)

Summary: part two to bound! there would never be a moment where aemond wasn't found by your side in support.

Warnings: 18+ CONTENT (fingering, oral m! receiving, sex), minor mention of death, murder, angst, fluff between aemond and reader, banishment, incestual relationship uncle/niece, little family drama (UNEDITED)

a/n: i love you guys too much to not give you a part two, but i am sorry it took so long! there was just so much i wanted to add for this:)

word count: 6.1k

all translations of high valyrian come from google! english translations are in parentheses!!

masterlist - bound. (part one)

“Let it be known that Heirs Prince Aemond and Princess Y/N of House of Targaryen are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder.” the High Septon announced to the crowd as by Alicent’s request married you two under the Seven. “In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity. Look upon one another and say the words.”

“I am hers,” Aemond said as he kept his focus on you. Though it was not very hard for him, considering you were the only thing on his mind.

Never imagining the day would come that you would be able to marry your beloved so soon, and even with the obvious split between your families, they were able to join for the day in spite of their differences. Rhaenys, Helaena, and Alicent had helped you prepare for the day and warmed your heart for your favorite loved ones to help you on quite the occasion.

You wore a light gold lace dress with a long, caped train with small emeralds adorned all around the dress. You wore your hair down with curls with two crowning braids to flow to your back with an emerald tiara sitting on the top of your head. You were a magnificent sight to see with true beauty glowing from within you.

“I am his,” you said as you looked down at your conjoined hands.

“And she is mine,” Aemond said bringing your attention back to him.

“And he is mine.”

“From this day, until the end of my days.”

“With this kiss, I pledge our love,” Aemond finished as he pulled you in a long-awaited kiss. You smiled into the kiss wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands moved to your hips. You moved forward slightly to lean more into him and he let out a groan against your mouth. He stilled in the kiss, keeping your hips in place from moving further.

You hear cheers and whistles throughout the crowd as you continued to kiss Aemond. As you two separated from the kiss you saw to your right your family with a frown on their face at the witness of the union between Aemond and you. Though as you looked to your left seeing Aegon whistle howls as Helanea cheers for you. Alicent had silent tears running down her face as she was so proud of the people you and Aemond have grown into in the past year. Even Viserys watched from his chair with a smile on his face seeing his granddaughter and son marry one another.

She would never forget the day you stuck by his side in that hall against your entire family. She was so glad that Aemond found someone who would stick by his side no matter the cost. Aemond deserved that and so much more in your mind. You give your night stars to see them shine upon Aemond. As he would give his sun, just to make sure it would brighten your path. It was obvious to everyone that you two truly loved each other.

The only person that would make your special day even better would be your father, Laenor. Even after all these years, you would never forgive your mother for the hand she played in his death, making sure she knew your growing resentment towards her. It had gotten to the point where you thought not to have them at the ceremony, but against your better judgment, you allowed it for your siblings.

Everyone seemed to be having a good time at dinner as laughter filled the room. You and Aemond sat at the center of the table with your grandfather, Viserys, and Alicent sitting beside you to your left. Helena was seated next to Aemond, Aegon sitting beside her, and to the King’s left sat Princess Rhaenys and Lord Corly who sat at the head of the table with no one sitting from across him. Chatter was filled around the table with constant laughs of jokes.

“I would like to make a toast to my wonderful, darling granddaughter Y/N and my son Aemond,” Viserys started as he took a stand from the table leaning onto his cane for support. “I am immensely proud of the people you have grown into today. I have no doubt that when my time is to pass you both will make great rulers of the realm. You have my complete faith and luck for this union between the both of you. I, as both your grandsire and father, love you both.”

It pained your heart to see your grandfather in the significant pain he was in, but still pushed himself to tribute to you and Aemond made you feel so grateful for him.

“Thank you, Grandfather. I will make you proud” you said as you stood to give him a hug as he sunk back down into his seat.

“I know you will,” he whispered to you quietly. “You will become our savior, Y/N. You are who is promised. Do not forget that.”

“Thank you, Father,” Aemond snapped you out of the deep thought your grandfather’s words put you in.

“I would like to thank everyone for attending here today,” you stood from your seat and announced to the room. “Both my husband, Aemond and I truly appreciate all of you being here. The seven realms included all of us together, and it is my goal we are to better our upcoming future. Here is to peace and unity!”

“HEAR HEAR!”

“ALL HAIL TO THE PRINCE AND PRINCESS!” Aegon yelled from his seat with the people repeating his words. You laughed at his actions knowing it was more from the relief off his shoulders than congratulating you and your husband. You looked to Aegon and gave him a slight nod in appreciation.

“May I have this dance, My love?” Aemond asked from beside you offering his hand as he stood.

“Well, of course,” you answered with a wide smile on your face, placing your hand in his and allowing him to lead you to the center of the room.

Once you got to the center, the music started to change as they got ready to play the song of the first dance. Your hands split as the both of you bowed down to each other. People seeing you and Aemond dance to the song was quite shocking to most as they would have never expected their prince to do so. Though neither of you paid mind to be the center of attention in the room, it was your day no one could ruin that for you.

“Avy jorrāelan,” Aemond whispered to you as he leaned his forehead against yours. (I love you.)

“Se, avy jorrāelan,” you replied. (And, I love you.)

Aemond refused to have a bedding ceremony and you wholeheartedly agreed feeling there was no reason to have the men of the council watch. The King and Queen respected your wishes and came to the agreement that in the morning your handmaiden, Rena would check the sheets.

Believe it or not, you and Aemond have never gone further than getting off from the other’s mouth or hands. This would your first and his. You were senselessly nervous, but not a bit of you was scared. You trusted Aemond. Nothing would change that.

“We have waited too long for this night,” you heard Aemond say as you took off your jewelry and pins from your hair.

“You are just too eager,” you giggled while he came up behind you removing your hands from your hair.

He removed the pins from the tiara and unraveled your braids letting your hair fall relieving your scalp. His hands continued to massage your scalp making you let out spews of small moans. Then you felt warm kisses alongside your jaw moving down to your neck. You tilted your head to the side giving him better access as he left small bruises along your neck gently lapping them with his tongue after he created one.

He broke away from your neck letting you turn to face him. His lips pressed against yours and his hands moved to slip you out of your night dress which pooled around your ankles. You pulled away from the kiss to step over the dress and moved on to removing Aemond’s tunic. Your hands slipped under it allowing you to feel his toned torso. Once you removed the tunic, he pulled you back into a searing kiss. Grabbing your bear hips pulling you onto him. You felt the bludge from his pants and sneaked your hand to palm over it.

He moaned at your touch, tightening his grip on your hips. As you stood bare in front of him, he took off his pants allowing his hard length to spring up against his stomach. Of course, you have seen it before but never stopped you from worrying about how it would fit inside you.

“Wait,” you muttered as he approach closer.

“Is something wrong?” Aemond asked worriedly looking into your eyes in search of any regret or hesitation.

“I would like it if you were to take it off,” you told him referencing to his eye patch.

“Take what off?”

“The patch.”

“My love,” he replied with great hesitation.

You have seen his sapphire eye multiple times before he always took it off before going to bed but it would always be when you were already asleep. Sometimes you would be able to see him if you woke up early enough before him. You loved the way he looked, but you knew deep insecurities lay with him because of his scar and eye.

“I want to see all of you.”

“You have all of me,” he said pulling you against him. Which caused you to feel him pressed against you, he let out a moan at the contact.

“You know how much I love you.”

“And my love for you.”

“Please?”

“Go ahead,” he muttered looking down at you.

You raised your hands to the back of his head in order to remove the eye patch. Once you got it off, Aemond looked away from you not wanting to meet your eyes. You pulled his chin back to you and placed your hand on his scarred cheek letting your thumb gently glide over the scar.

“You are the most handsome man I have ever had the chance to meet,” you whispered in admiration for him.

“I do not need your lies,” he muttered in sudden coldness. You knew this was a sensitive thing for him to be able to be this vulnerable with you.

You cradled his face in your hands pulling him down closer to you, so you could press a kiss next to the sapphire that replaced his eye.

“I have never lied to you.”

“I’m sorry, My Love," Aemond regretted his harsh tone.

“It’s okay, there is nothing to be sorry about,” you replied pressing another light kiss near his eye. You led him to your shared bed, and you laid down on the bed as he went to straddle over you.

“Gevie,” Aemond said letting his hands roam on your naked body sliding over your sides. (Beautiful)

He leaned down to capture your breast in his mouth while massaging the other with his hand. You moaned at the feeling of him lapping his tongue over your hardened nib. He took it between his teeth and pulled on it slightly causing you to spew out curses and tangle your hands in his hair. He moved from one to another until you were a moaning mess.

“Aemond,” you breathed heavily as he without any warning slipped a finger inside you.

He slowly pumped his finger in and out of you before adding another to further stretch you for him. He took your moans by kissing you. His tongue explored your mouth as you both fought for dominance even though you knew he would win in the end. You felt your stomach tighten and your walls clench around his fingers.

“Let go, love,” he purred by your ear kissing over the small bruises he had left on you earlier.

He quickened his pace the lewd sounds of his fingers sliding in and out of you filled the chambers with your moans. You felt like a band snapped in your stomach as you released all over his fingers. Your body shook with pleasure as he worked you through your orgasm.

“My turn,” you smirked slowly sitting up from your position and pushing Aemond down onto the bed.

You took ahold of his length and pumped him with your hand. He let out low groans at the motion. You slid yourself down between his legs. You licked a long stripe along his shaft and slipped his tip into your mouth before pulling away. Teasing him with featherlight kisses on his thighs and along his shaft wanting to see him lose composure.

“Y/N,” he warned. “Now is not the time to tease.”

“Who said I was teasing?” you joked before slipping him into your mouth. Pushing yourself down his length slowly until you stopped where he hit the back of your throat.

Aemond gathered your hair out of your face and held it to the back of your head. With his other hand, he pushed you down further until you felt your nose pressed against his pelvis. Tears filled your eyes, but they encouraged you to please him even more. You let yourself still and try to take breaths through your nose as you let Aemond take control. His hips thrust against your face, and he fucked your throat raw.

Tears flowed from your eyes freely now, but you let him find his release by using you. That was until he stopped and guided your head all the way down his length. You felt the warm substance fill your throat as he moaned.

“Get up.”

Aemond found himself losing patience, which caused him to pull you up himself and flipped you around causing you to yelp at the sudden action. He slides his length through your slick and pushed the tip into you before pulling back out. He looked back down at you to lean down to kiss you once again.

“Aemond, please,” you begged.

“Patience, ābrazȳrys,” he smirked. (wife)

He pushed inside you slowly allowing him to sink into your warmth. He stilled for a moment inside you allowing you to adjust to his size. The feeling of fullness engulfed you making your mind a blur. Aemond groaned as you clenched your walls around him.

“Relax,” Aemond whispered.

He began rocking back and forth barely pulling out of you before pushing back in deeper. He bottomed out to quickly push himself back fully into you. He repeatedly brushed against that spot in you causing you to tightly wrap your legs around his waist in order to pull him closer to your body. He grunted as he felt you squeeze your walls around him tightly. The moans that left your lips encouraged him to quicken his pace as he had a bruising grip on your hips.

“Ao issi ñuhon,” Aemond groaned against your lips. “Say it.” (You are mine.)

“Nyke aōhon,” you replied with heavy breaths as you felt your release approaching you. (I am yours)

“As I am yours.”

“Aemond,” you moaned.

“Now, love,” he commanded.

Sweat glistened on both your bodies as you released around him, Aemond searched for his own release still snapping his hips against yours. Your body felt like it was on fire from the overstimulation. You felt yourself reaching your third orgasm as your walls closed in on him again. Aemond stopped his thrusts and hilted deep inside as he filled you with his cum.

“There. Maybe in a few moons, we will see you all nice and round with my babes,” Aemond said as he pushed more into you as if he were trying to push his cum more into your womb.

“Good-sister! You are glowing like the sun,” Helaena smiled at you as Aemond and you approached the table for breakfast.

“Thank you, Helaena, that is very kind of you,” you thanked taking one of her hands in yours and giving it a slight squeeze in appreciation as you took the seat beside her.

“How was the wedding night?” Aegon teased from beside Helaena with a knowing smirk.

“Brother, I will make you not able to enjoy such pleasures if you keep talking,” Aemond warned as you giggled at their banter.

“Children,” The Queen scolded from her seat. Your grandfather was the only one missing from the meal as everyone took their attendance. Even Rhaenrya and her family were there eating silently.

“Sorry, mother,” the two apologized as if they were two kids caught stealing from the kitchens.

“My sweet child, you and Aemond must visit Driftmark soon. The tides have been calling for you,” Lord Corlys told you.

“Of course, grandfather. Aemond and I were actually discussing a few nights ago,” you smiled at him.

“How wonderful! We will get your old chambers ready as soon as we arrive back,” Princess Rhaenys said joyfully.

“Baela, Rhaena, how are my brothers treating you?” you asked turning your attention to the two young ladies who still held a grudge against you but now for the favoritism from your shared grandparents.

“I do not see how it is any of your concern,” Baela snipped.

“Baela,” Daemon warned.

“What she meant was they are great,” Rhaena responded for the both of them.

“I am glad to hear,” you tried to say gently.

There was a knock on the door and Alicent told them to enter. A messenger approached the table going towards you which made Aemond quickly stand in front of you in defense. You saw a letter in the messenger’s hand, so you motioned for your husband to stand aside allowing the messenger to hand the letter to you.

“A raven came in this morning, it is addressed to you, My Princess.”

“Why, thank you,” the messenger left the room in a rush after.

You opened the letter that was a notice that someone of the name Addam of Hull was going to arrive at King’s Landing within the next moon. You wondered who the person was for them to address the letter to you. As you tried to recall the name, you noticed everyone still staring at you waiting for you to tell them about the letter.

“Does anyone know an Addam of Hull?” you questioned as you searched everyone’s faces for some sign of confirmation, but you noticed Rhaenrya and Daemon give each other a brief look of worry though you chose against mentioning it yet.

“Is that who wrote?” Rhaenyra questioned with underlying fright looking down at the letter in your hands.

“Yes.”

“I have never heard of an Addam of Hull,” Alicent told you.

“I am not completely certain, but I do believe he is the one who bonded with Seasmoke a few moons after Laenor’s death,” Corlys wondered aloud.

“My father’s dragon?” your eyes widen at the revelation.

“HE IS NOT YOUR FATHER!” Daemon shouted springing up from his seat and slamming his fists down on the table.

“He was more of a father than you ever were. He is my true father, the one who loved and protected me!” you snapped back at Daemon who stared at you with a look of hurt glazing over his eyes.

“Sweetheart, calm down,” Rhaenys soothed.

“I recommend you sit down, Uncle. Unless you want to be excused from the table,” Aemond told Daemon menacingly.

“Daemon,” Rhaenyra pleaded to her husband.

“It will do you good if you remember whose blood you are,” Daemon spat as he sat down.

“That is rich of you to say as my brothers and even myself are considered bastards,” you laughed at the hypocrisy.

“Y/N!” Rhaenyra scolded.

“What? I’m telling the truth,” you scoffed getting up abruptly and walking out of the room with Aemond following behind you.

“My love,” Aemond said from behind you catching up easily with his long strides.

“Aemond, they know something,” you said in exasperation turning to your husband.

“And we will get to the end of it, but we must keep our minds clear.”

“I think I know who Addam of Hull is.”

“Who?” Aemond questioned.

“You will think I have lost my mind,” you whispered with hope filling your heart.

“I would never judge you.”

“Aemond, what if-”

“Y/N, I know what you are going to say, and I do not want you filling yourself with hope on assumptions.”

“Aemond.”

“My love, I know you miss him,” Aemond pushed a piece of fallen hair from your braid behind your ear before lifting your chin with his finger to meet his eyes.

“More than anything.”

“I do not want you to hurt your heart if it was not true.”

“I know it is absurd but what if?”

“That is exactly what it is. A what if. I am not saying it’s not possible, but it is unlikely. We held the funeral for him. You wept for weeks over the loss. I do not know if you could go through the grief again,” Aemond said taking you into his arms as you placed your head into his chest with tears flowing from your eyes.

“I do not know either,” you murmured.

“Grandfather, it is me,” you sat next to Viserys beside his bed holding his hand and waiting for him to gain some sort of conscience.

“My Y/n. Hello, sweet child,” he said softly between breaths. You smiled as you noticed he remembered your name.

“Grandfather, I am here to tell you a story. Like you used to read to me,” you told him.

“What story is it today?” he questioned.

“The Song of Ice and Fire.”

“How wonderful,” he replied with aloofness.

“Aegon saw absolute darkness riding on those winds, and whatever dwells within will destroy the world of the living,” you started retelling what he told you all those years ago. “When this great winter comes all of Westeros must stand against it. And if the world of men is to survive, then a-”

“Targaryen must be seated on the Iron Throne,” Viserys said with a smile on his face.

“A king or queen, strong enough to unite the realm against the cold and the dark. Aegon called his dream ‘A Song of Ice and Fire.’” you continued. “This secret, it’s been passed from king to heir since Aegon’s time. One we must promise to keep and carry with protection.”

"From my blood come the prince that was promised, and his will be the song of ice and fire,” Viserys finished quietly.

“What was that, Grandfather?” you questioned.

“You. Are. The. ‘Prince’. That. Was. Promised,” Viserys answered with difficulty.

You thought back to your wedding night when Viserys told you, 'You are who is promised." At the time you

“Grandfather, I am afraid I do not understand.”

“You, my child, are the one to untie the Seven Kingdoms. You will bring peace to our people. Justice will serve under your reign,” Viserys said with full clarity giving your hand a light squeeze.

“Grandfather, I am scared.”

“I was too, but you will do great wonders.”

“I love you, Grandfather.”

“And I-i l-love you, my s-sweet Y/n. Y-you have done-e me proud,” Viserys coughed.

“I owe everything to your guidance,” you admitted to him.

“You are my legacy, Y/n. My gift to this kingdom was you,” he told you. “But now it is my time to reunite with My Aemma.”

“You have been an amazing grandfather and king,” you cried silently from his side as he took his last breath. “MAESTERS!”

“Y/n! What happened?” Aemond rushed into the room looking at you weeping at his father’s side knowing it only meant one thing.

“He is gone,” you croaked.

“I am glad, he left this world with you by his side,” Alicent said as she entered the room kneeling beside you.

“I am not ready,” you admitted.

“No one ever is,” Alicent comforted guiding you to stand letting Aemond take you in his arms allowing the maesters to get to work.

“It is your great good fortune and privilege to be here to witness this, a new day for our city. A new day for our realm,” the day has come for your and Aemond’s coronation. “A new reign to lead us.”

Anxiousness filled your body. You were standing next to Aemond in your coronation gown that resembled a bit of your wedding dress, but now it was pure white and lacing gold. The white represented the new light within the kingdom.

“May the Warrior give them courage. May the Smiths lend strength to their sword and shield. May the Father defend them in their need,” the High Septon recited. “ May the Crone lift her shining lamp and light their way to wisdom.”

“The crown of the Peace passed down through generations for the King,” Alicent announced holding Viserys crown for Aemond.

“And a new, forged for the new Queen. Made from pure Valyrian steel and the finest jewels representing each house,” your grandmother Rhaenys told the crowd. Which was filled with thousands of people.

Standing at Alicent’s side were Aegon, Helaena, and Otto. To Rhaenys’ side were Corlys, Baela, Rhaena, Jacaerys, Lucerys, Rhaenyra, and Daemon. It was an obvious split between the two families. Conjoined together by you and Aemond who stood in the middle of them.

“Let the Seven bear witness, Y/N AND AEMOND TARGARYEN AS THE TRUE HEIRS TO THE IRON THRONE,” the Septon shouted as both Alicent and Rhaenys placed the crowns on you both. “TO YOUR KING AND QUEEN!”

All of a sudden Aemond turns to face you after the crowns are placed and kneels before you.

“All hail Her Grace, Y/N, First of Her Name, Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm,” Aemond bowed to you.

You turned to look at your grandparents who were also bowing before you, and so were your siblings, Aegon, Helaena, Alicent, and even Otto. You notice from the corner of your eye that Rhaenyra had her head lowered beside Daemon as he was the one only who refuse to bow to you.

“Y/N the Queen!” Aemond finished off as he lifted his head to meet your eyes.

You lifted the ancestral dagger given to you by Lord Corlys from the House of Velaryon. The feeling was surreal. You looked to the audience in front of you who cheered in your honor. You only wished that your father and grandfather were there to see you.

“Y/N the Queen! Long live Y/N!” the crowd chanted.

“NO!”

“What was that?” Aemond sneered at the speaker.

“SHE IS NOT SUPPOSE TO BE QUEEN,” Daemon spat.

“YOU HAVE NO PLACE TO SPEAK TO YOUR QUEEN LIKE THIS,” Aemond barked back at Daemon.

You turned your attention to your husband who pointed BlackFyre at Daemon’s neck. Rhaenyra looked as if she were to burst into tears at any time. Baela and Rhaena looked at you with pleading eyes to do something to stop Aemond.

“GUARD! Please take Daemon and Rhaenyra Targaryen to the dungeons in await of a trial on the charges of the murder of Laenor Velaryon,” you commanded walking up to Aemond’s side. You place a hand on his forearm to guide his arm away from Daemon.

“You have no proof,” Daemon laughed as guards surrounded him and Rhaenrya.

“I have enough,” you said in anger.

“YOU KNOW YOU DID YOU, COWARD!” Lord Corlys shouted from his place. Princess Rhaenys stood next to him with unshed tears filling her eyes.

“Grandfather, please calm yourself. In the luxury of being royal, you are allowed a trial before further punishment. You will wait until further notice,” you pointed to Daemon and Rhaenyra who was being dragged by the guards.

“WHAT THEY DID WAS TREASON!” Corlys petitioned the court in the throne room.

Aemond was very adamant that you were to sit on the Iron Throne. Not even willing to allow himself near the chair itself. He stood near the front of the clearing of swords with his hand on the hilt of BlackFyre.

“Lord Corlys, I agree with you wholeheartedly though I do want to hear their reasoning for the murder of my father,” you told him.

“YOU KNOW THEIR REASONING!” he shouted back in rising anger though it was not towards you but at the situation.

“Lord Corlys, that is the Queen you are speaking to,” Aemond warned him.

“Husband, it is alright. I understand his frustration,” you said trying to calm everyone down.

“For the murder of my son, I want their head,” Corlys sneered at Daemon and Rhaenyra.

“Grandfather, this is a trial and they will have a chance in defending their absurd actions,” you snipped in. “Prince Daemon and Princess Rhaenyra, please come forward.”

“Y/n,” Rhaenyra tried to call for you. “We never meant any harm.”

“No harm?” you scoffed. “You are responsible for the murder of my father, Ser Laenor Velaryon.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Daemon started.

“We did not murder him,” Rhaenyra quickly pushed out of her mouth the guilt getting to her.

“What?” your expression was filled with shock. “No.”

“We threatened him,” Daemon shrugged.

“In what way,” you spat. “My father would have never left me.”

“With your life,” Daemon sneered.

The council gasped at the revelation. Questions floated around the room with the number one being “Was Laenor Velaryon alive?” no one knows. Daemon did not realize he just outed the truth of their actions, and that it was treason to threaten the life of the Queen. Rhaenyra looked at her husband with betrayal in her eyes. For she did not know that was what Daemon threatened Laenor with for him to “go away”.

“ENOUGH!” Aemond yelled. “I have had enough of this nonsense. YOU THREATENED THE LIFE OF THE QUEEN! FOR THAT I WILL HAVE YOUR HEAD.”

“Aemond,” you said taking his attention away from Daemon. “I have their punishment.”

“And w-what will that be, Your Grace?” Rhaenyra managed to get out.

“You will live in banishment with your families away from Westeros and stripped from your titles on the condition you must tell me, what you actually did to my father. And where his whereabouts are,” you announced to them. “If you choose not to cooperate with my given terms, I will let my husband be your executioner.”

“HE GOES BY A DIFFERENT NAME!” Rhaenyra blurted.

“Who cares where that cocksucker is,” Daemon scoffed. “I AM YOUR FATHER NOT HIM!”

“You are not a father of mine,” you snapped quickly quieting him.

“DAEMON, QUIET! THIS IS YOUR FAULT! STOP MAKING IT WORSE!” Rhaenyra snapped at him.

“And what is the name?” you questioned with your heart beating out of your chest in anticipation.

“Addam of Hull.”

The air left your lungs at the name. You looked at Aemond who had a wide smirk across his face and looked at you with a slight nod. Corlys and Rhaenys held each other in comfort at the news that their son was alive. You did not want to believe it. Your father is alive even after all these years.

“Take them and their families out of the keep with no belongings and make sure their dragons are in the pit while they leave,” you commanded the guards.

“Y/N, you must find it in yourself to have mercy,” Rhaenyra pleaded.

“Your family has done far too much to mine,” you spat. “This is me, giving you mercy.”

Everyone had left the Throne Room except you, Aemond, your grandparents, and a few of the guards and sworn shield. After the last lord left the room, you found yourself rushing to your grandparents' arms for comfort. Rhaenys held your head against her shoulder as you cried at the sudden relief in your body. After so many years of grieving for the sudden loss of your father, for it to now be revealed that he never died was unexplainable.

“Your Grace, there is someone at the gates,” a messenger came into the room alerting all of you.

“Well, who is it?” Aemond asked impatiently.

“I believe he said he goes by the name Addam of Hull? If I am not mistaken,” the messenger responded.

“Let him in,” Aemond commanded. “Quickly.”

“Aemond, what if he does not recognize me anymore?” as you made your way to your husband’s arms.

“You are unforgettable. He would never forget his daughter,” he answered.

“Introducing Addam of Hull.”

A man with a hood over his head walked into the throne room in silence. He avoided eye contact with everyone in the room until he came in close distance with you and Aemond. Which is when he slowly took off his hood showing a bald head. The man that stood before you was someone you knew all too well.

“My Queen, My King,” he greeted the both of you.

“None of that,” you whispered walking closer to him.

“I know you do not know who I a-” you cut him off with a bone-crushing hug.

He returned the hug immediately. You held onto him as if he would disappear the second you let go. He still smelled the same way he used to when you were a younger child. You buried your face into his shoulder letting out silent sobs.

“Father,” you pulled back to place your hands on his face to fully look at him. “You are back.”

“I am so sorry, my little love,” he apologized with tears flowing down his face. “I never meant to leave you, but I did it to protect you.”

“Father, what did they do to you?” wiping the tears off his face.

“He threatened him with such extreme measures, but I could not risk your life,” he cried pulling you back into his arms. “My sweet daughter, you mean for more than life itself. I would do it all again if it meant you would stay safe.”

“I have dealt with them,” you told him. “We will never have to worry about them again.”

“What?” he asked confusion filling his face.

“They are banished,” Aemond confirmed from behind you.

“My son,” Rhaenys cried out making her way to you two with Corlys trailing behind her.

“Mother. Father.”

“I will kill them,” Corlys sneered as he took his son into a hug.

“Grandfather, it is dealt with,” you calmed him. “There is no worst fate for them than my punishment.”

“They live with no title or fortune to their name, Lord Corlys. They will suffer greatly wherever they settle. It will be known even beyond Westeros that they are traitors,” Aemond reaffirmed to them.

“We will not stoop to their pettiness,” you told Corlys.

“Oh, my sweet daughter, look how much you have grown,” Laenor said softly admiring you. “I am sorry for all the time I have missed.”

“I understand, father.”

“You make a wonderful Queen,” Laenor complimented.

“I could not have done it without our family,”

“How much have I missed?” Laenor asked.

“Too much,” Rhaenys laughed. “Never again.”

Aemond wrapped his arms around your waist from behind you. You leaned back into his chest enjoying the reunion between your father and grandparents.

“Thank you for being my support,” you told Aemond.

“You deserve only the best of what life offers.”

“Aemond, truly, I love you, and thank you for sticking back by my side all these years.”

“You were by mine first,” he whispered into your ear. “I have loved you since the first moment I ever laid my eyes on you.”

“And I will love you till the end of my days,” you told him.

“Until our last breath,” he finished.

“I have news,” you raised your hand up to his scar, caressing the scar beneath his eye patch with your thumb.

“And what might that be?” Aemond raised his eyebrow at you in suspicion.

“I am with child, Aemond,” you smiled up at him. “I have already checked with the maesters to confirm.”

“I’m going to be a father?” he whispered in happy disbelief placing his hand on your stomach.

“A great one to our child,” you said as Aemond started to rub his hand on your stomach already imagining the child growing in you.

“Are you with child?” Rhaenys gasps bringing your attention back to your family which you gave her a nod.

“I’m going to be a grandsire?” Laenor yelped joyfully.

“Speak for yourself. I am going to be a great grandsire!” Corlys laughed excitedly.

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen x you #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen fanfic #hotd x reader #hotd fanfic #reader insert #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #aemond targaryen smut #aemond the kinslayer

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Sanji transitions to a woman living her best life with her crew. The vinsmokes find out the typical reactions indifference (They're kind of like kaido. Yeah, they're terrible, abusive, neglectful but they're not transphobic Jud is but the siblings are not).

Her sister is upset that she never got to spend time with sanji as sister.

Ichiji doesn't like that she looks so much like their mother it makes his feel something he doesn't know what it is happiness sadness maybe both but not enough to truly care about his sister.

yonji feelings are complicated. He's really angry, really angry. Looking at her bounty just makes him scowl she looks so nice and pretty. She also looks so happy and free not worried about judgment or slander from family and peers he hates it. He hates this weird feeling and he hates sanji. She's happy and living her life with her loving and accepting crew and he's stuck at home unable to open up about anything without backlash

( the weird feeling is envy specifically gender envy. Trans girl yonji she would be the most cold hearted girl on the planet but she'd be so pretty)

Niiji stopped caring about Sanji when she left the second time. Her being a girl now doesn't change anything and besides you could see the signs from mars of course she's a girl. He used to watch her play with her sisters doll all the time before throwing them in the moat

Jud nobody cares about his opinion

Transfem Sanji my beloved yayyyyy I love these asks!!!!!!

Reiju would be extremely happy for Sanji, of course, but a bit sad she couldn't be able to help her sooner. Because maybe- And this is unfair but- If maybe Sanji had been born a girl, perhaps Judge would've let some of the stuff she did slide the way she let Reiju be a little bit more emotional. Everything would've ended up the same, yes, but Reiju can't help but wonder. And also, she's dying to see her and her crew again to finally spend time with her sister. She isn't sure if she'll ever be able to do it, but Sanji's wanted poster kind of keeps her hopes up.

Ichiji is conflicted. Because he shouldn't care about Sanji at all. He doesn't care. Is she a girl now? Good for her. Whatever. She can do whatever the fuck she wants with her life. And yet he keeps finding himself staring at her wanted poster rather often, and seeing her mom in her. And he- He didn't care about his mom either. She's dead. It doesn't matter. But there's just something about Sanji now that makes him feel... Warm and melancholic and he hates it. He tries to avoid the subject completely.

Ohmygod- I love the idea of trans girl Yonji being jealous of Sanji's life and having gender envy. That's- That's so good. She shouldn't be able to feel like this and she should not want these things like her sister but she wants to be like that. Be free like that. And that makes her so, so angry and violent and she's constantly talking shit about Sanji only to feel better but it only makes her feel worse.

Niji is... Complicated. Because he doesn't care. But I think he'd also be jealous of her. Like- Jealous of her being happy and free. But he accepts it better than Yonji because Yonji goes all sentimental and violent and visibly jealous about it while Niji tries to be more like "Huh? I don't give a fuck about her. Why should I? Why do we even keep mentioning her? And besides, you didn't know she was a girl? It was obvious from a mile away. Not that I care. Because I don't care. She rejected our pretty kind invitation to the family again because she's an ungrateful bitch, anyway" but he actually does care and it frustrates him but, anyway, it's not like she's here anymore so he doesn't think about her. I also think he'd be annoyed about her looking like their mom btw he says she doesn't deserve it since it was her fault she died (and then he realizes what he said and he shouldn't have said it because in theory, he doesn't care about their mom dying).

And you're right, nobody cares about Judge. But I think it'd be funny if he complained about Sanji and misgendered her all the time while the siblings keep getting the pronouns right and they kind of... Defend her? To some extent? They start to develop stronger feelings as time passes by and I just think it'd be great for them to finally lose it with their dad because "at least she managed to find herself, we don't even know who we're supposed to be" and it doesn't matter which one of them says it, because it affects all of them equally and they have the biggest identity crisis ever only because their sister finally is happy and they want to be like that too.

#vinsmoke siblings my beloveds i love them they're so complex i am going to put them in the microwave and watch them spin #one piece #black leg sanji #transfem sanji #vinsmoke ichiji #vinsmoke reiju #vinsmoke niji #vinsmoke yonji #vinsmoke judge #vinsmoke siblings

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I’ve been trying to bookmark the fics that I like more often so I can actually remember where to find things, but I like the idea of talking about them here more too. I’ve been blown away by the talent and creativity in this fandom and I want to shout it from the rooftops!

With that in mind, here are some Spirk fics that I’ve loved lately!

Time After Time by spaceisgay (ChancellorGriffin)

Summary:

Sam Kirk’s younger brother James is posted to the Enterprise on a six-month rotation. Spock, preoccupied with thoughts of his sister, regards this as an unique opportunity to study another pair of adult siblings in their natural habitat.

That is very much not what happens.

My thoughts: guys I feel absolutely insane about this one. It’s just so, so good. It was one of the first Spirk fics I read when I started getting into it a few months ago, and I just reread it last week because I wanted to know if it was as good as I remembered. It very much is!!!

Highlights: sibling feelings, horny mind melds, THE DINNER TABLE SCENE, dungeons and dragons.

Entering Orbit by museaway

SUMMARY:

Jim escapes to Iowa to avoid the media frenzy following the Narada incident, but a late-night miscommunication results in Spock turning up on his front porch.

My thoughts: this was great to read after watching Star Trek (2009) a few weeks ago. I don’t love the Abrams movies but there is some really spectacular fic out there for them that almost makes up for it.

Highlights: Bartender Jim and cooking for each other.

Not in Front of the Klingons by @android-and-ale

Summary: Our beloved Old Married Spirk have been sent off on yet another diplomatic mission. They’re an (in)famous presence in Federation politics, so really, everyone should know what to expect from them. If you bug their rooms you deserve what you see and hear.

Enjoy canon level “diplomacy,” the eternal mediocrity of conference centers, and lighthearted middle aged sex.

My thoughts: this is DELIGHTFUL and I adore it. Old married Spirk has become one of my favorite things to read lately and this nails it.

Highlights: the way they banter and laugh during sex. They’re so comfortable and happy together, it’s lovely.

The recitation of names by Moreta1848@jennelikejennay

Summary:

Two hundred crew members died in the attack on the USS Farragut by a sentient cloud creature. Now the ship has to limp home with traumatized survivors and a borrowed crew. Lieutenant James T. Kirk is doing the worst of anyone, but he won't admit why and doesn't want help.

One of the borrowed crew is Lieutenant Commander Spock. He feels a strange magnetism toward the troubled lieutenant, but the chain of command and his duty to the ship must always come first.

My thoughts: I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the idea of the recitation of names. It’s a beautiful way to grieve, and having Kirk and Spock do it together here is such a moving way for them to get to know each other.

Highlights: unplanned roommates, a lot of feelings about therapy/healing, just a lot of FEELINGS.

the yeomen of the garden (and laundry) by @cicaklah

Summary:

“So you and El-Tee Kirk?” Greig said as Spock came to collect his clothing again after yet another incident. “Is something going on there?”

Spock just blinks. “Which Kirk brother are you referring to?”

Greig shrugs. “I didn’t know there was more than one of them.”

Spock nods. “I am not in a relationship with Sam Kirk, if that is what you are asking.”

Greig gives him the finger-phasers. “Oh cool, cool, that's what I thought. Sweet. Tell your buddy to get better okay? His chest must be so raw after everything he’s been through to damage so many tops.”

My thoughts: this whole series has been a blast to read, but this is probably the one that has stuck in my head the most. There’s something about seeing what other people are up to on The Enterprise that hits me in the right way, and I love the laundry guy here.

Highlights: the garden, laundry workers having all the best gossip

K'diwa: A Steamy Novel of Interspecies Romance, by Jim Kirk by branwyn

Summary:

Jim wrote a romance novel just to prove he could. Then someone leaked it on the public Starfleet server, and suddenly his embarrassingly smutty and sentimental Human/Vulcan love story is all over campus. Luckily for Jim, no one knows that he’s the author. Unluckily for Jim, someone forwarded the novel to the staff of the Vulcan embassy. Now, every Vulcan in San Francisco is reassessing the logical merits of taking Human bondmates.

Spock reads a Human/Vulcan romance novel because he can hardly avoid it. Suddenly, he is consumed by the need to locate the author, ascertain their wellbeing, and instruct them in the way of Vulcan mating bonds. Luckily for Spock, it doesn't take long to identify the author as Jim Kirk. Unluckily for Spock, Jim is unconscious and surrounded by interested Vulcans who also read the book.

My thoughts: this was so fun to read! I love Jim writing a romance novel, I love how they set up all his friends at the Academy, and I love Spock falling in love with him through reading his work.

Highlights: all the Vulcan culture stuff was interesting, and I really love Gaila in this one.

#star trek #spirk #fanfic #star trek tos #ao3fic #james t kirk #spock #spirk fic #fic rec #what I’ve been reading #I’m relatively new to tumblr and don’t know the etiquette of tagging people in rec posts like this lmk if I need to change it up

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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐔𝐓𝐘 an aemond targaryen / reader fanfic

pairing—aemond targaryen / f!reader

tags—friends to lovers, fluff, love confession, couples' first kiss, other fluffy happenings such as aemond removing his eyepatch and the reader immediately worships his skin in the form of kisses and praise, vague meaning of flowers references, reader’s looks or house not specified, no use of y/n.

warnings—mentions of aemond's trauma and the effects it had on him

word count—~3.6k

—aemond had always understood what it meant to be a prince and the duties that came with it. duty became such a big part of his life that he had come to terms with it, and even begun to look forward to some parts of it. but then when his eye is taken from him, all of aemond's musings are for naught and all his dreams are taken away - including his hope of being loved by his future wife, and loving her in return. or, at least that's true, until you come into his life.

author's note—yay first aemond fic!!! this was originally supposed to be a little concept, that turned into a blurb, that turned into a kind of shitty one shot, that turned into a full fledged fic that i am actually quite proud of. this is not my usual type of fic, nor does it read like it, but i think i really like the concept and how some of it turned out. plus, who doesn't like seeing happy, in-love aemond? i know i do ! enjoy xx

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aemond understood duty and sacrifice earlier than most did. his mother had sacrificed endlessly for him and his siblings, and it was through her that aemond learned how to go about his duties with grace and honor. he watched as his brother wailed and rebelled against his own, including those of his birthright, and how he continued to hurt their beloved sister helaena, the people of king's landing — even the servants that brought him wine and dinner — in the process. and so, aemond learned the importance of doing his duty without complaint. he had learned that as a prince, he had more responsibilities and duties to perform than others his age -- for the sake of his father and mother, his family name, the throne, the realm -- and there was nothing that he, nor anyone, could do about it. it was just his lot, and yet, it was still much better than most.

there was one duty in particular that he had thought long and hard about, however - one that he had come to take great comfort in during even the worst of his family’s toils. he knew the day when he would have to be betrothed to another was not far off, and that one day he would have to marry some young lady, and do his duty to her and her family, as well as his own. and though he would most likely have no choice in the matter, he had decided that he would not perpetuate the same pains his father impressed upon his mother, his siblings, and even upon aemond himself.

nay, he would treat his lady with the gentle care and the tender love that she deserved, whoever she may be. he would provide for her needs and be there for those of his children -- so contrary to the way his father was with aemond and his siblings sired by his mother. and though he may not have a choice in the course of his own life or which lady would spend it by his side, there was a little lingering spark of hope in his chest that maybe one day, his lady - whoever she would end up being - would learn to love him the way he had already vowed to love her.

but then his eye had been taken from him, and everything changed. almost all marriage proposals and discussions of possible betrothals stopped. it was as if his partial blindness - forced upon him violently and against his will - would burden the honor and reputation of any future wife's family the moment her hand was given by promise of betrothal to him — aemond, the one-eyed prince.

his mother had attempted to comfort him throughout it, but aemond knew the truth of it. his disfigurement had maimed him, robbed him of a normal complexion and — according to the rumors that followed him in the form of whispers and jeers thrown at him by the court — any masculine beauty he may have grown into through the dwindling years of his youth as well. it became painfully and quickly obvious that the mishap with his nephews an cousins had cost aemond that love he would've fostered so loyally. and so, he quickly found himself buried beneath the depths of a lonely abyss, with only vhagar, himself, and a fury burning unresolved in his heart to keep him company.

but then you had arrived at court, and aemond couldn’t remember when exactly it had happened, but he soon found absolute pleasure in your company. you were, in his eyes, the embodiment of the summer sun, of soft rose petals and sweet dornish perfume. and you seemed so devoted to showering him in unrelenting and constant kindness. you, with all your golden jewelry hanging about your perfect neck, and adorning the loving hands with which you always reached to comfort him. you, who matched his intellect of the histories, and admired his mastery of the sword. you, who seemed to look past his disfigurement, who - if anything - admired the strength he mustered every day to face the world and the woes it threw at him with poised grace and elegance. you, who saw not a monster, a maimed crippled, or a besotten little boy that had grown into a bitter man. but you, who saw him for his worth, for his loyal soul and kinder dispositions, who tended to the ashes of his heart until a fire burnt anew amongst the cold catacombs in its depths.

aemond loved trying to teach you little bits and pieces of high valyrian amongst the quiet rustling of the giant wierwood's red leaves as the late afternoon breezes blew through the godswood. he secretly revelled in the way you would lay your head upon his lap and let your curls tumble across his thighs and cascade down his knees, giggling and blushing at his teasing when you mispronounced words here and there. he would love the late nights spent with you in the heart of the archives, before the raging fireplace, reading stories of old valyria to each other in hushed tones. and it would be his turn to blush as your delicate fingers brushed the soft strands of silken silver out of his face as he read, solely because you had convinced him to let his hair down for the evening, mumbling all the while about how you "adored seeing his wonderful face". he would look forward to the walks with you in the gardens, where every turn and loop was taken until the two of you would lose yourselves in the rows of flowers and beneath the canopies of the trees - all for the sole purpose of obtaining a few more moments of quiet, uinterrupted companionship alone with each other.

it would be on one of these walks together through the gardens that you give him a handwoven crown of eucalyptus, baby’s breath and the occasional dandelion, and insist upon calling him "my king” despite his protestations that a wandering ear might find your words treasonous. but you insisted, and aemond found that he couldn’t resist the smile that continually pulled at the corners of his mouth. his face ached from the constant pleasure you pulled from him again and again in hushed murmurs and gentle teasings, his heart would ache alongside his face everytime you smiled at him, cheeks rosy and painted in the golden afternoon sunlight. you tell him you’d commit a thousand acts of treason if it meant you got to see him smile the way he did then. and in the sweet silence that follows when he looks down at his hands resting upon the pommel of his sword that he finds the confession lingering in the depths of his heart — he would follow you into a thousand deaths if it meant you were always this sweet to him in every life in between.

aemond loses himself as the afternoon goes on. he becomes lost in the way you wrap your gentle hands around his bicep when he offers you his arm, and press your cheek into his shoulder in the aftermath of the fit of laughter one of his jests causes, cheeks red and chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. it’s as though he can feel his darkened and bloodied soul entangling irreversibly with yours amongst the warm summer air and the sweet scent of the blooming flowers.

and it was there, amongst the blooming hydrangeas that the two of you had ended up, so close that your hands, which lingered on his chest, served as the only source of space that remained between you and aemond. it was there, hidden amongst the blooming hydrangeas, that his hands had settled upon the small of your back, pulling you close as he tangled his lithe fingers into the silken ribbons lacing up the back of your bodice in an attempt to keep them from shaking. his lips would inch closer and closer to yours until aemond could feel the heat of your blush radiating from your loving cheeks, and aemond’s name would fall from your lips, hesitant and so uncharacteristically shy that he could feel his heart ache with every beat in his chest.

aemond could scarcely remember the longing that had lingered in your irises as he hesitated, longing that hid itself behind flickering eyelids and long eyelashes as you closed both your eyes and closed whatever distance may have remained, your lips falling upon his own and ending the tension that threatened to snap aemond’s very heartstrings.

but how could he remember what came before, when it was what followed that was a thousandfold sweeter and more memorable?

absolute relief would wash over him when you don't shy from him or the passion that burnt like dragonfire in his heart, but rather met each stroke of his swelling, pink lips and dutiful tongue with your own as though your heart was perfectly attuned to his. he could only remember the absolute elation when you respond with soft, tender fervor, as you meet him over and over again, fingers pressing into his chest all the while, burning holes through his tunic, through his skin and musculature and blood, straight to his heart. aemond could only remember feeling surrounded by the hydrangeas, which spilled their scent so readily into the summer air, and your sweet perfume (the one so captivating that he was sure it had to be from the most expensive source in dorne) — the feeling of your love and affection, suddenly laid out in its entirety, for him and him alone, overwhelming him slowly.

aemond is so lost in his absolute elation that he doesn’t even notice when your hand falls gently upon his scarred cheek so reverently that even his nerves sing a song of comfort rather than their usual wail of pain.

in fact, it is only when you finally pull away, and your fluttering lashes reveal a gentle shine of pleasure dancing about your eyes, that he realizes. aemond would go to pull away frantically, wishing he could make his disfigurement disappear. and so he makes to leave, the wreath of foliage and the love with which it was woven sitting forgotten about the crown of his head still. a familiar chant rang like an alarm through his mind, growing louder by the second: shame, shame, shame. it shut out all else, as the feeling railed into him over and over: SHAME.

but before he could make his escape, a soft tug at his wrist pulled him back to reality, the warmth of your kind hands against his skin slipping beneath the hem of his sleeve until halting, just there, above his pulse point. all thoughts immediately dissipated into blissful silence and that shame which constantly plagued his ego seemed to evaporate, and the strong urge to forever ally himself to you taking its place with reckless abandon and without a thought given to self-preservation.

"do not run from me,” you whispered, desperation clear in the buzzing summer air. “please, aemond."

and oh, how his heart aches at that -- the soft calling of his name from your sweet lips, spoken in reverent tones that you seemed to reserve for him and him alone. he looks back at you, downright heartbrokenness clouding his remaining violet iris as if bracing for the insult and the collection of his shattered heart in the aftermath. another realization would hit aemond then: he was irrevocably in love with you. and a word from you could do just that — shatter his being into a thousand wounded splinters with just a few carefully chosen words, whether those words spoke of kindness or worse, it did not matter.

but then that worry dissipated into relief, one which had begun to feel more and more familiar under your loving instruction, as your other hand tucked a strand of silver, pulled free by the heated nature of your engagements only moments prior, before falling once more to the curve of his strong jawline and nestled itself along the strong ridge of bone there. your fingers would tuck themselves against it just so and aemond would melt into the touch you always gave him so freely and so sweetly. your thumb would trace the scar which he finds so abborrent, absolute adoration lingering in your irises before you lean in until your lips were only inches away from his once more.

“you are so beautiful, aemond,” you murmur, words so saccharine he is surprised he can’t taste their honeyed residue lingering upon his lips in the wake of your kisses only moments prior. “i only wish that you could see it.”

aemond can’t help but fixate on you in that moment, your fluttering eyelashes, and the impossibly heated dusting of rose decorating the bridge of your nose, and the faint birthmarks and freckles that dotted your face revealed themselves to him by your closeness. its then he notices how your lips shine with the combination of him and you, and how your eyes travel from the accented dip of his cupid's bow, to his strong cheek bones, and finally to the leather patch that bisects the the craggy pink scar, hiding the worst of the injury from view.

“especially here.”

tears well in his eye, stinging with the unspoken promise that his heart would always belong to you, from this treasured moment on.

“hmm, you flatter me, my sweet girl,” aemond hums, the words ache in his throat and upon his tongue as he speaks them, regretting the little ounce of betrayal that seems to seep like poison into his words — evidence of his heart still preparing for the worst. “but there are many more men of greater beauty than i, who are more deserving of your heart than i could ever be.”

“what are you saying?” you ask, hurt now entering the stage of your beautiful eyes, as they held his gaze with such devotion as if you wanted him to see the glimmer that turned dark and cloudy with confusion.“did you not-”

“i am saying that you have been my greatest delight, my brightest joy and my most beloved companion these past years,” aemond begins, heart aching so profusely at the hurt that begins to well up in his heart alongside the wetness in the corners of your dazzling eyes. “but you deserve more than i could ever give you. i am not worthy of you, and i could never hope to be.”

"but aemond,” you begin to protest, only for him to tilt his head down to capture your lips once more, his desperation bitter upon your tongue as he presses his lips to yours with such fervor and such sadness.

“you deserve someone as beautiful and as kindhearted as you, who can give you all that you could ever desire and-”

aemond’s voice is hoarse at this point, as though his vocal chords were just as strained as his heart strings. tears of his own began to cloud his own vision, throat constricting under their weight as he tries and fails to swallow down the pain in his voice.

“show me,” you say in the wake of his pause, perfect lips pouted as you try in vain to hold back a sob.

it is aemond’s turn to be confused then. why would you, sweet, beautiful and kind you, wish to not only waste your time with him in the gardens, sharing kisses that tore aemond’s soul into shreds of contrasting regret and elation, but to gaze upon his life’s greatest horror as well? why would you wish to expose yourself to such offending ugliness?

“i love you, aemond,” you say then, the same desperation straining your voice the way it had aemond’s mere seconds ago.“and i can't pretend that you don't occupy my every waking thought, that you do not fill my soul with undeniable and unwavering happiness. i can't pretend that your beauty doesn’t rivals that of the stars themselves. so just show me.”

your name falls from his lips, but it is a mere whisper upon his tongue.

“it is not pretty.”

“aemond,” you say then, “please?”

aemond finds he cannot bare to see the heartbreak in your eyes for much longer, and so he bends to your whim for what was likely to be his last and final time. he pulls the leather patch from his eye with careful, deft movements that wouldn’t allow for any lingering hesitation, to reveal the sapphire gleaming in place of his other eye.

a short gasp fell from your lips then, followed by a shaky exhale that had the tears burning in the corners of aemond’s eyes finally blur what remained of his field of vision. his sharp mind worked desperately to recount and commit the feel of your lips moving upon his to memory, as aemond feared he would no longer be the subject of your time and affections now that you had truly seen him — all of him.

the feeling of the leather sliding against his fingertips as it fell through numb hands to the ground by his feet barely even registering, the pain in his heart too great. he didn’t even feel the usual relief of his long platinum and silver hair falling in silken curtains as you reached and released it from the little leather cord that kept his hair neat beneath the strap of his eyepatch.

"i love you. unequivocally, unfailingly and wholly so," you say finally, your thumb roving the taught skin of his scarred cheek with holy-like reverence. his single violet eye dared to meet yours then, and aemond could feel his heart skip a beat. tears had begun to fall down the sweet slope of your cheek, and yet you still held his gaze with unwavering softness.“do not tell me that you are undeserving of my attentions. i will decide who i deem worthy of my heart, and i swear to you, aemond targaryen: not one man in all of westeros and the free cities combined could ever be more deserving of it than you.”

a silence falls then, and you press a hasty kiss to his lips once more - petal soft lips nestling into the curve of petal soft lips, teeth clasing against teeth, love pouring into each other’s hearts. an upward quirk of your lip has aemond’s self-loathing surrendering under your tender hand, and the fall of it back into quivering sadness has him swearing — to the mother, the father, the stranger, whoever may have been watching over him in that moment — that he would never do such a profound disservice to your loving heart for as long as he should live.

"my king of my heart."

the endearment fell into what little air kept aemond at bay from you with such ease, and yet, here aemond was — a fool trying to convince himself that you did not love him, that you couldn’t possibly love someone such as himself, despite your every effort to lay the intentions of your heart bare before him to prove the extent of your love, true and sweet and wonderful, to him.

oh, the seven damn him.

"darling," he managed to croak, the endearment falling from his mouth with more emotion than aemond had ever shown in his life, the weight of his love heavy on his tongue.

aemond couldn’t help but envelope you wholly in a hug right then and there. his sturdy arms ensnared themselves with your being once more, hands finding the base of your skull and the supple curve of your hip, hidden to him by the curve of your luscious skirts, to gently pull you into him before he buried himself into the most passionate embrace he could possibly muster, as though it would make you see that passion and devotion that burnt like dragonfire in his soul for you and the love which he too held in his heart of hearts for you, and you alone..

and when he finally releases you, with tears of happiness gleaming in his violet eye, the sun shining in the sapphire of his other, and a heated blush dusting the paleness of his sharp, aquiline nose and accented cheekbones, he can't help but smile and huff a laugh through the constriction his tears held upon his throat. he brushes away the tears of your pain and your hurt with gentle thumbs before placing the first of many reverent kisses to your forehead as a final realization hit him — as though it were an enlightenment gifted to him by the seven themselves.

he couldn’t remember the last time he had ever truly smiled for anyone but you.

you - his girl of flowers and sunshine, his darling who had tended to the flames burning hot in his dragon veins for years despite his lack of acknowledgment, his lady of kindness and sweet, unbowing reverence, his beauty, his most beloved friend — smiled then, and aemond swore he saw the stars themselves shining in your gaze, shining all for him.

you.

"marry me," he pleads then, hands wholly enveloping your own as he gently takes them and places a kiss to the very fingers that had woven him a crown of pure intention, everlasting love and the strength and power of your heart. "please, my sweet girl, i have been such a fool, all these years, and i… i -”

“yes. yes, i know exactly,” you laughed breathlessly. “i thought you would never ask, my dearest love.”

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #aemond targaryen/reader #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon fanfic #house of the dragon fanfiction #hotd fanfic #hotd fanfiction #house of the dragon #hotd #usersin #useroldtowrs

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theelast-straw · 4 months

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10 BL Boys I Want Carnally

10 BL Boys That Make Me Feel Things™

(not sexual, not romantic but a secret third thing)

okay so I wasn't exactly tagged in this but I saw several people doing this and I'll take just about any excuse to scream about my favorite characters so I'm just going to very sneakily join in on this trend 👀

there is absolutely no ranking to these bc I couldn't rank them if I wanted to

(also I changed the name a little bc my ace ass is literally physically incapable of wanting anyone carnally but I still have lots of thoughts lmao)

1) Tharn (The Sign)

I mean. is literally anyone surprised that this is where we're starting?

he's the nicest person out there. he can kick your ass if he wants to. he lost his parents at a young age and is absolutely convinced that everyone he loves is doomed to die and he keeps seeing visions of people dying and he's told again and again that those he has wronged in a past life - which he doesn't even remember - are still out to get him and yet he has so much kindness left for the world??

also he can be such a little shit and knows exactly how to tease Phaya back I love him so goddamn much.

(also that mole-)

2) Kim (Kinnporsche)

was he also on my characters I'd hit with my car list? maybe. and what about it.

I love him so much. he's such a badass but he's such a loser. famous singer who falls for a fan he was supposed to be investigating but is too emotionally constipated to admit it. badass son of a mafia family who can kick ass but only if he wants to. who does it like him honestly

(it also helps that he's played by just about the prettiest man alive)

3) Babe (Pit Babe)

did I start watching this show ironically? yes. is every mention of alphas and mpreg and that mama/papa thing hitting me like a brick and causing me 9000 psychic damage every single time? also yes. did I absolutely fall in love with the show and just about every character in it? you bet your fucking ass I did.

but I especially love Babe. he's just so babygirl. special alpha man who has to act tough and strong but just wants to be babied by his dumbass loser (affectionate) alpha boyfriend. like, he's actually so goddamn soft?? I love him.

4) Guy (Bake Me Please)

I think we all knew this was coming. I was literally gushing about him for half of the episodes. Guy my beloved. that show did not deserve you.

he spends the entire show supporting his crush's every decision and trying to make sure he's okay literally how could you not love this man

(yes he was a petty bitch for like 5 minutes there but he immediately apologized for it the next episode. properly. unlike certain other people-)

5) Sprite (Twins)

he's so himbo coded. himbo of all himbos. the himboest. not a brain cell in that head. he's my little dumbass I love him.

he deserves so much better than what he's being put through. someone please just love and support him for who he is. and also take him away from that family

(please talk to your boyfriend tho I am begging)

6) Wei Wuxian (The Untamed)

MY BELOVED. I could write essays about him. he's such a great character I love him so fucking much. if you ever had to bear witness to me talking about him.. I am so sorry.

sassy emo bitch with a flute and a tragic backstory who's seen as evil by just about everyone but only ever had the best intentions. absolute fucking dumbass. kicks ass. always smiling despite the circumstances. loves his siblings so damn much. doomed by the narrative. what more could you possibly ask for

7) Zhou Zishu (Word of Honor)

I'm trying so damn hard to keep this list to one character per show and it really took me a while to decide if I wanted to include him or Wen Kexing but ultimately it was Zhou Zishu for me

just.. god. him. assassin sect leader just trying to retire who keeps getting dragged into the biggest bullshit but doesn't really mind bc the bullshit comes with a mysterious pretty man. also that whole god damn nail thing. I have so many thoughts and feelings about that but this post would get too long if I got started on those-

(also actually pulling the "I'm literally dying" card to get out of chores is so fucking valid of him. more characters should do that)

8) Milk (Choco Milk Shake)

he is quite fucking literally a reincarnated cat, of course I love him. I could list reasons for why I love him but it would be the exact same reasons just about every cat person on earth lists for why they love cats so. but here's a quick summary, just in case:

petty. dramatic. knocks over glasses. silently loves you so fucking much.

9) Tew (My Dear Gangster Oppa)

I really did not expect to love him this much? greenest of green flags (except for the plot line we shall not talk about). can and will kill people and is fine with it (seriously it is so refreshing to see a mafia character not having a huge moral dilemma about being in the mafia). both a badass mafia man and a gamer guy who doesn't know how to talk to people and is absolutely whipped for his gamer bf.

also scars make a person just about 110x more attractive I don't make the rules. even if the scars are weird and yellow, it's the thought that counts.

10) Tian (A Tale of Thousand Stars)

I? love him??

I just love how he sets out to do something for someone he didn't even know because he feels like this person deserves that much at least and how he ends up genuinely loving and caring for those kids and the village and this inner conflict he's having the entire time but hiding oh so well and how he actually calls out his parents on their rich people bs and-

tagging everyone who reads this far and wants to do it. seriously. I mean it. if you want to do this, please go ahead and say I tagged you. I love reading everyone's thoughts.

#this list is just me going “i love him sm” ten times in a row lmao #apparently my type is just pretty man who is secretly a loser nerd #the sign the series #kinnporsche #pit babe the series #bake me please the series #twins the series #the untamed #word of honor #choco milk shake #my dear gangster oppa #a tale of thousand stars #thai bl #kbl #danmei

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delcakoo · 9 months

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i’m sure most ppl expected this so i’m not gonna make a big deal out of it but!! yes i am going on hiatus for an unspecified amount of time.

it’s honestly quite simple, i’ve just been losing interest in most aspects of kpop aside from the music, which makes writing for it a lot harder than before. i also dealt with a lot of burn out for months and still forced myself to write which only made it worse. lastly, i’m an executive of two clubs at my school this year on top of all my classes, so finding time to write would be even worse than it was before :’) !

YEAh that’s kinda it! for now my works will stay up, moots can dm me for my disc/spotify!! even if we’ve barely spoken pspsps i wanna stalk ur music cmere 🤲 a special shout out to my emoji anons too, you’re all amazing people ilysm, especially those that have been stuck with me for so long <3 (u know who u are!!)

i’ll try and check in here every so often to chat, esp if a new comeback for enha/txt happens!! love u guys and stay safe <3 you may send an ask if u have any questions!

extra stuff i wanna say to moots below! (it’s all word vomits i’m sorry)

RAVEN. MY WIFEY. my BELOVED blr wont let me tag u but you already know i adore u sm playing roblox with u is so fun even if that one banana game was kinda ass!! 💖 thank u for being so so sweet when putting up with me all the time and raising our fav corgi daughter with sm love <3 i hope u get more confidence in ur writing because your fics are always so creative and well written, and in yourself too bc a certain mf thats name starts with J and ends with N is MISSING OUT. 🙄🙄 ok im still gna be annoying u all the time so. bye ig….. smooches

@seongclb katto u deserve an award for putting up with me in dms ilysm 😞 watching the promised neverland together brought me so much joy and i still have a ss of you calling gilda a tractor ok i love u!!!! i would read your fics all day any day u are so talented and ur photography skills are amazing, i hope we get to keep in touch WE SHOULD FIND ANOTHER SHOW TO WATCH TGTHER !!!!! i need to fix your lack of anime knowledge ‼️ PLS KEEP WRITING AS WELL ENHABLR NEEDS U!!!!

@soov reirei my gf i aspire to be as confident and funny as you, you’re literal sunshine and always make my day better even with just one interaction <3 thank u for being so welcoming my first days in walmart enha and raising sushiwon with me!! as well as entertaining me by dying in genshin every 3 seconds <3 (WE NEED TO PLAY AGAIN) oh and KEEP WRITING BB. i will rise from THE DEAD WHEN IT COMES OUT OK U CAN DO THIS ML!!

@haknom kangaroo karaoke keys we may have had only a few convos but they were all so fun like PLAYING BRAWL STARS WAS HILARIOUS we ate the house down in duo showdown idc. and beta reading ur fics was such a treat esp while watching u plan new smaus every other day 🫶 also your music taste is MUWAH gimme some more recs pspsps !!! KEEP WRITING OKKK?!

@kynrki kimmy kimmy kim one of my first ever moots <3 your writing is always such a joy to read and your energy is amazing, thank you for giving me a chance when i was too shy to ask anyone else to be moots LMAO 🫶 plsplss keep writing you’re so gifted and deserve the whole world LOVEE UU

@bitehee cavvy my big sibling :((( i love u sm kshsdknd its been a while but i really hope everything has been well since you moved and you’re still being as cool as ever <3 im gonna replay a pokemon game in ur honor perhaps mystery dungeon 👁️ ? anyway i look up to u and think u are so cool, one of my fav hee stans ever ever!!! remember u have my disc if u ever wanna chat 🫂 !!!

@sunoksunny sunny <3 my other gf. i remember our first vc u had this goofy pfp i cant remember what it was but like u are so easy to talk to and funny?! and PRETTY??? your fits are always stunning and your singing is beautiful ugh the whole package fr… and. we need. to play. genshin!!! I REDOWNLOADED IT FOR U OK WE WILL DISCUSS THIS SOON!! ILY

@slytherinshua ZANNY. u are so easy to talk to we match each others energy so perfectly?!? I HOPE U AND TUALHA CONTINUE BEING THE COOLEST EVER and ur writing is top tier so pls keep going‼️ thank u for being so sweet to me as another one of my very first moots i appreciate u sm <3333

@flwrshee riri !!! we haven’t even been moots for long but i had to add u in here because u need to know that ILYSM. you’re like an adorable energetic little sister that always makes me smile T-T thank you for taking time out of your day to reblog my fics with so much sweet feedback and i wish u the absolute best always!! if u ever need anything pls dm me on disc i would love to chat with u more, and make sure to keep writing bc u have SO much talent!!!!

@wonieleles sia SIA i genuinely miss talking to u sm i NEED to come back to walmart enha :(( we don’t talk much besides our little interactions in the server but each time you make me smile. you’re so so smart and admirable, i hope you keep up the hard work bc i know you’ll go so far and HAVE MORE CONFIDENCE!! you’re so beautiful okay ily 😞🫶

@sultrybaby kel 😭😭😭💖💖 you’ve literally been a day one THANK YOU for always checking in on me even during your ridiculous NONSTOP EXAMS. 💀 another one of my big siblings on here fr you are such a real one and i care for u sm!!! i hope everything has been well for u?! pls feel free to message me for anything okay <3 I LOVE U SM thank u for sticking with me all this time 🫂🫂

i have so many moots so i can’t write smthn for everyone but i love u all okay <3 AGAIN if u wanna keep in touch thru spotify or discord dm me muwah

#delcakoo #so anyways… uh who watched the barbie movie!

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plantsjustwannahavefun · 3 months

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Gonna shamelessly hijack the Good Omens tag to implore my fellow fans to watch Our Flag Means Death if you haven't already. The Venn diagram of the fans of both shows is practically a circle. There's like 99% chance you're gonna love it as much as you love Good Omens. It's the same type of show. You want amazing queer representation? You want characters overcoming their trauma from abusive upbringing and strict social hierarchies and learning that they deserve to be loved as they are? You want comedy mixed with drama mixed with tragedy (with promise of happy ending) mixed with some of the most heartwarming and healing moments you've ever seen on TV? You want older characters having their coming-of-age, discovering-themselves, learning-to-live-authentically type of story? You want a deeply passionate and downright insane fandom where the creators and the actors love and respect their fans as much as the fans love and respect them? You want an amazingly written original story that was created as a passion project and whose creator is fiercely protective of their vision in the streaming climate facing an increasing risk of marvelisation? That's the show for you. OFMD and Good Omens are practically twins separated at birth.

And, my fellow OFMD fans, please keep doing the same! Let's do a Good Omens To OFMD Pipeline Challenge. Our beloved sibling is currently trending and generally doing better than us, we need to stick together! We're allies, not competitors. Who knows, we might even end up on the same streaming website together if the adoption campaign succeeds! Personally Amazon is definitely my nr 1 choice for a new home for OFMD, not only they already have Good Omens but they seem to be have been treating the show pretty well and giving it the budget and attention it deserves.

#good omens #ofmd #our flag means death #save ofmd #adopt our crew

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