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rookiesbookies · 3 months

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Captain John MacTavish x His wife x Sergeant Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish

I dont know how it would happen but i'm imagining sweet little Johnny ‘Soap’ Mactavish meeting Captain MacTavish and his wife. I guess this is me rewriting what happened bc Im made we’ll probably never see Neil as his boy again.

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Smut smut smut under the cut for my lovely mutual @shotmrmiller of my John and his wife meet sweet little Johnny au thing.

Also @glitterypirateduck this one is for you and #soapitup

“Bhean,” he whispers loudly, following it with squirrel noises, motioning for her to follow. She walks out of the recreational room. He nuzzled bis face into her neck, letting her know he was nervous about what he was going to say. “I'm getting serious deja vu.”

“Talk to me, Goose.” A shameless quote of their favorite date night movie from when they dated made his nervous face crack a smile.

“I have this crazy memory,” he mumbled into her neck, she always worried he’d hurt himself craning it down like that so often.

“What about, don’t leave me on cliff hangers, Mr. MacTavish.”

“Do you remember our first time together?”

“Skiing or fucking? Because I remember both very well.” He chuckled at her bringing up his failed skiing attempts from a vacation they went on.

“Making love, Bonnie.” He hummed, “would you believe me if I told ya it’s because I had done it before?”

“Considering baby you told me he’d call me mommy? Yes. Yes, I would.” She hummed. “You also found my clit really fast which makes that really reasonable in retrospect.”

“What if, like my future self taught me at that stage, we teach him how to make love to you so he can charm you with the monster.” It came out more as a question, making his nerves hammer against his chest. He was more than sure he beloved wife would say yes, but he didn’t want to risk making her uncomfortable or saying it wrong.

“He does really want to impress me,” she mumbled. “Fine. But there’s ground rules.”

“Of course, Mo chridhe, anything.”

“Just the tip, you know how I am about hygiene. I don’t fully try young you to keep everything clean. He swears to secrecy and if I ever think for a second he mentions this im ending his blood line. And you stay with us. You are my husband after all, not the boy.” The Captain nodded with every word. He’d make sure. He knew the Sergeant would want no harm to come to his future wife, and the Captain didn’t need a scorched relationship.

“Thank you, Mo leannan, it’s what helped me keep up hope I could lock you down when I met you when I was his age.”

“So it was a memory and more than deja vu?” She asked with a raised brow.

The Captain just simply nodded, planting a kiss on her temple, “you’d tell me if you wanted to back out right? If it made you uncomfortable?”

“John.” She was serious, she never called him just ‘John’. “I expect the same from you. And you’d know I’d never keep that from you.”

She reached up to his face and gently rubbed it. He melted just a little bit into her touch. “I assume you don’t plan to do this on base?”

“No, but that’s the hard part.” “I’ll handle it, go tell the mini you,” she said softly, planting a kiss before walking away.

The Captain sighed and let his shoulders relax, he knew he was so lucky to have her. The sergeant was about to be the lucky one though.

He made his way down the hall and stole his past self from a conversation with Gaz. “My wife and I have decided to give you an opportunity to learn more about her.” He said in a low deep voice. “I will be teaching you about her body so you can please her but there are ground rules she set and a few of my own.” Once he covered his wife’s, he got on to his own, “do not bite her, dig your nails into her, or ignore me if I tell you to do something. No coming inside either and don’t try anything.” Sergeant Soap nodded along, “I’m not sure you’re actually listening, sergeant.” The Captain growled. Soap’s eyes went wide, “Captain me, sir, I prayed last night for an opportunity to feel her skin, honestly I was just expecting to be allowed to shake her hand.” The younger Soap grumbled, “believe me, I’m all ears.” “And none of that ‘I have a latex allergy so I can’t wear condoms’ crap. I know we don’t have that allergy. You will be wearing one.” “You’re so no’ fun,” Soap mumbled. “Fine.”

The Captain didn’t entirely know how he felt about the kid creaming his wife. Sure, it was him, but it was a younger, rowdier, dumber him and not his same body. Getting married meant he was the only one allowed to cream pie his wife, and yes, it is a version of him, it wouldn’t be the same as him doing it. Even if his wife is on birth control and enjoys them, he knows he’d get jealous, way too jealous. Besides it’s his job anyway, he signed a paper to be able to do it, and this kid version gets to just randomly do it.

“So when do I get to show mo bhean how a younger body is better to make love with?” Sergeant asked, patting his older self on the back. This made the Captain flip until the voice of an angel spoke up.

“Ya mean when you meet yer own damn wife. Ya wee-” the Captain’s rage was cut off. “Tomorrow night. I’ll be there ahead of schedule to prepare, my husband will drive you.” She said, walking past the two with effortless grace and a sway of her hips. She flicked a piece of hair back over her shoulder.

The next 24 hours were full of different forms of tension for younger Soap. He was eager, so eager, almost too eager in the Captain’s eye. The Captain’s raging jealousy made him almost want to shut down the whole thing.

When he loaded the sergeant and himself into the old truck he sighed. “Remember the rules?” “Of course.”

“Can’t believe you still own this truck.” “She’s carried me through a lot.” “When you meet YOUR wife, she’ll appreciate it. Square bodies are her favorites.”

The rest of the drive was small talk. The sergeant saw a notification appear on the Captain’s phone and snatched it up, since the captain was driving. He back read the short conversation from this morning between the Captain and his wife, who had been the notification. ‘Mo chridhe you better not warm yourself up on that clarty vibrator’

‘You expect him to be able to get me warmed up enough?’

‘Its a teaching experience, mo leannan’

‘I don’t want to make him wait too long, I remember how impatient you were <3’

“Does she think ima div?” Soap looked at the Captain and asked. “Reading my personal texts? Real professional, ya eejit.”

“Does she think I can’t make her feel good? Or make her feel like she’s on Eccie?”

“No, she just doesn’t want you to wait too long. She does this. I bought it for her first time I left on a long mission, now she uses it to take away the fun part of getting her warmed up.”

“So she thinks I'm a fandan.”

“Dinnae fash yersel.” The Captain sighed, “we’re here and the least ya can do is make her feel good as a thank you.”

When he dragged his younger self into the hotel room, it finally set in that he was going to be cucked. By a younger him. Fucking his wife.

He knocked on the door twice and it kind of felt like his wedding night all over again. There she stood in a silk robe, eyes only on him with a gentle and soft smile. It's a smile she only gave when she was nervous, he gave a similar smile back to let her know he felt the same. It was subtle, but he reminded him this was indeed his beautiful wife.

“Go strip in the bathroom and sit down in the chair when you’re done, we need to talk.” The Captain said sharply.

“Aye aye Captain,” the sergeant mumbled, walking into the bathroom.

The Captain’s hands immediately found his way to his wife’s hips.

“Are you nervous?” He asked, holding her close with his mouth near her ear between kisses he placed in her hair.

“Of course,” she said softly into his chest.

“Do you need to back out? We can leave and forget all about this if you need.”

“Do you need me to want to back out?” She asked soft, turning her head to look up into his eyes.

“No, I don’t think so, mo bonnie lass.” He said, planting a kiss on her forehead. “Give me a safeword to give him and a safeword for emergencies.”

“Two levels of safe words?”

“Just in case I don’t hear the first one, he’s kinda loud.” She giggled and placed a kiss on his neck.

“Bubbles for him and Soap for emergencies.”

“My old callsign?”

“I never call you anyway,” she said softly, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Can I undress you and keep that privilege to myself?” All he needed was the little nod she gave before he moved to untie the robe.

The lace blue bra she had been taunting him with with the matching panties drove him crazy. She ran her hands up and around his chest as his opened the clasp with one motion and undid the hooks holding the straps over her shoulders so she didn't have to remove her hands from his torso.

He sunk down lower as he planted sloppy kisses down her body and removed her underwear. Lovely pacing a kiss at her lower lips before trailing bite marks backup as the Sergeant exited the bathroom.

“I thought you said I couldn’t bite!” He accused as he watched the Captain leave a hickey on his wife’s chest.

“YOU can’t, I can.” This made the younger Soap look offended. The Captain smirked at the Sergeant’s face. “My wife, remember. Not yours.”

His wife just ran her fingers through his slightly grown out mohawk, a means to sooth him.

Captain MacTavish moved to his wife’s ear and whispered softly, “may I told yer hand through this, mo ghraidh?”

“Gu sìorraidh is gu bràth,” she said back, pointing to the tattoo on her collarbone. When Soap heard it he almost fainted.

“She knows the language?” Sergeant Johnny asked.

The Captain hummed, pulling his mouth away from the dark hickey he was leaving on her neck, “learned a little bit for me.”

The Captain gave his younger self a once over before landing a sarcastic remark as his eyes landed on the bush, “glad to know you haven’t started shaving yet.”

“You trim?”

“Occasionally,” the Captain pulled his waistband down a bit, nuzzling into his wife, “I wax for special occasions. Yer lucky I found one who doesn’t care.”

The Captain locked his fingers with his wife’s, gently herding her to the bed. He laid her down gently and got her into a good position, shoving a few of the lousy pillows under her waist to offer a better angle.

“How are you?” He asked softly, rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand. “Ready as I can be,” she said with a soft giggle, as he bent down to plant a kiss on her lips.

“Sergeant, come here.” The Captain commanded, pointing at the foot of the bed, his wife couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her as she dropped her hand over her face. The Captain moved his wife’s knees apart with his free hand, the other still lovingly holding her’s. Johnny got on his own knees as John commanded him as he spread his wife’s pussy lips apart with his fingers. “Ya see that?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, sir,” John corrected Johnny. He basically gave his younger self a tour of his wife’s softest pieces. Telling Johnny her favorite things that he does and what she reacts best to. Johnny was so enthralled with her body he could move his eyes anywhere else. Especially when John put his fingers inside and curled them suddenly making her gasp so Johnny knew how far in her g spot was. The way her body jolted and softly raised as the gasp left her lips was his new favorite thing. He was so jealous he didn’t have her yet. That she wasn’t his wife yet, that he didn’t have the liberty to mark her body yet. “Get to work,” the Captain said, patting Johnny. He didn’t need to say it twice because Johnny went right in.

The wife brought her free hand down to her mouth to hold in the gasps and moans as Johnny ate so eagerly. John was usually slow and sensual, to the messy and a vehement eating that was happening at her core was a much different sensation. John gently pulled her hand away.

“Checkin in with ya, are ya doing good?” he asked his lovely wife. Her eyes couldn’t focus, her mouth gaping and shutting.

She gave a nod and a hum as her body started to clench as Johnny inserted fingers between her legs and curled, making her body lurch towards the sky and gasp. The Captain gently placed kisses on her face, her velvety cries just make Johnny want to do it again. “She’s even prettier from this view,” Johnny mumbled, spreading her apart with his fingers.

“She donnae like condoms but imma make ye wear one anyway,” Captain Mactavish told his younger self before placing a kiss to the forehead of his flushed wife, still coming down from her orgasm as her husband ran his fingers through her hair as her breathing slowed with her closed eyes. John threw the condom at Johnny, who quickly rolled it on before standing up. “Donnae force it in, go in slow.”

Johnny positioned himself, putting one of the lovely wife’s ankles to his shoulder before giving it a soft kiss. He didn’t dare pull her down the bed like he would have normally done, he walked on his knees to meet her. Hands sliding down her legs to lift her ass, one he saw as so perfect.

He slowly slid it in as John kissed his wife’s face, holding her hand. She was more than used to John’s dick by now, but she was far from used to Johnny’s pacing. So much energy and stamina, not to say John didn’t have it but John was definitely more about making love than he was about fucking or just having sex.

Once she started to grind her hips, Johnny’s face lit up and he immediately started a toe curly, back arching pace. His tip bullied her g spot, making her mouth fall open but no sound falling from her lips.

John cooed at her as Johnny bullied her soft parts, not caring about his own pleasure, solely the pleasure of this goddess in front of him. Once he was sure he had found the spot, Johnny folded her a bit more to hit it a bit deeper, making sure everything was dragging against her.

The only thing that left her were whines, she felt her melted brain might just spill out her ears as the white, staticy heat built up.

A nice ring built up around Johnny’s cock as he began to roll his hips. Her pulsating cunt milked him so much he felt an almost numbness in his fingers as all he could do was hold her and roll his hips as she let out a broken moan and came. Her husband’s voice echoing around her head with praises and loving words.

It was down right impossible for Soap to not come from her body's pulsations so he did. He wished it hadn’t been into a condom but he was grateful he just got the chance.

John gave him a look and Johnny took it knowingly, going to get a warm and damp towel. He handed it to John who began to clean his wife up, nodding to Johnny to let him know he could leave.

Johnny didn’t know it was so John could reclaim his wife with some slow sensual sex and lots of love bites.

John, unlike Johnny, was going to come inside. Johnny looked at the photo he had taken of himself with the wife of Captain John from the night prior, "I'm going to marry you. Yer the one I've been looking for."

#cod x reader #call of duty #john soap mctavish x reader #john soap mactavish #captain mactavish #soapitup

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calummss · 1 year

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Neymar Jr Drabble

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summary: cute domestic fic of dentistry student reader and neymar because why not

pairing: fem! reader x neymar jr

words: 650

a/n: i dont even keep up with neymar but i saw fans were starving in the ff compartment so i whipped this up. also who do you think will win the world cup?

It was a chilly December day as the midday’s light sprawled across your books that were piling up on the table. Every inch of wood covered with texts, essays, flashcards, books and tools for your study session. Occasionally chills raised goosebumps on your skin, layers of clothing and blankets not stopping the cold from affecting you. Yet you enjoyed days like these. As hard as studying was, the relaxation of being at home and enjoying your own comfort was unmatched. You were humming your favourite song as you copied the last of the page’s information on restorative dental work when you heard the doorknob followed by the swinging of the door that lead to your study space at the end of the hall so that you could focus better.

‘Decided to finally get up?’ You joked, your nose still stuck in your book paying no regard to the person that had walked in.

‘Mhmm,’ he hummed softly, the floorboard squeaking beneath his steps as he walked towards you.

Neymar’s arms wrapped around your shoulders, pulling your back into his still warm chest, kissing your cheek repeatedly as you giggled. You patted his arm, turning around to kiss him properly.

‘You know, I’ve learned a lot of English since being with you,’ his deep voice sent vibrations down your spine.

‘Oh really?’

He spun your armchair around so that you were facing him. He lowered himself on his knees to be on your level, his warm eyes staring into yours.

‘It’s because of the lack of Portuguese you speak.��

‘I know,’ you protested with a pout, your hands finally letting go of your pen, reaching towards his face to cup it gently. ‘I know how to say some things though,’ you paused briefly, grinning at him. ‘Ainda me lembro do nosso primeiro beijo.’ [I still remember our first kiss.]

‘Oh meu deus [Oh my god],’ his face scrunched together the second you finished your sentence with a smile. A smile he so deeply loved. ‘That was so disgustingly corny yet adorable. Do it again.’

You could feel a warm flush on your cheeks as a small chuckle escaped your lips, ‘Ainda me lembro do nosso primeiro beijo.’ You repeated the same sentence slower, inching closer to his face as you spoke every word.

Heat arose from your stomach to your chest. His lips were getting closer and your heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t the first kiss but his presence made you nervous like a little girl.

‘Seeing you sitting here like this makes me realise how much I love you and how attracted I am to you.’ He rested his forehead on yours, his eyes still carrying the sin from the previous night. ‘But the images of you bouncing on my cock last night are still driving me crazy,’

Your whole body tingled, the feeling of his frame leaning on yours, as his arms wrapped around you felt like a sin. His lips brushed against yours; softly, passionately. His hands cupped your face as his lips crashed into yours, lips plump and smooth against your own. His arms found themselves to your back, pulling you closer than was possible. You gently grabbed his jaw, slowly pulling away from the kiss, deep down not wanting to break apart from him.

‘Don’t distract me,’ you smiled at him, his face still in your hands.

‘I love that you are studying but technically you don’t have to. You know that, right? I’ve got you covered.’

‘Well I’m not like that,’ you snuck a quick kiss before twisting back the chair so you sat in front of your notes again. ‘Now leave. I have an exam coming up and if you want to be my future patient who’s satisfied with my service, you better leave me to study.’ You scolded.

‘Of course, Doctor.’

‘I love you.’

‘Eu te amo tanto.’ [I love you so much.]

#neymar #neymar jr #neymar imagines #neymar jr imagine #neymar headcanon #neymar fanfic #neymar x reader #neymar x you #neymar jr x reader #neymar jr x you #football imagine #champions league imagine #world cup #neymar jr fanfic #neymar imagine #neymar jr imagines #neymar fluff #neymar angst #neymar smut

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blackopals-world · 9 months

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May I request a Maid!Yuu x Riddle Rosehearts with the classic trope of “keeping the relationship a secret until they can’t,” please?

feat. Riddles Mom as the antagonist

I could not ignore how good this sounded

The Help

"Your mother? That's wonderful, I'd love to meet her." Yuu said cheerfully as they took an apron off the hook.

"No, you don't. I don't even want to see her but she's coming to visit." Riddle said stepping behind his partner and tying the apron snugly at the waist. "You do remember what I said about my upbringing right?"

"Of course I do. But we can't change her coming so we can't worry about that. We can only remain hopeful that the visit will be pleasant. Even if it isn't being polite is important. After all meeting your in-laws is very important for every relationship." Yuu said sagely.

"...about that." Riddle said nervously.

Almost immediately Yuu narrowed their eyes. They didn't like the sound of that.

Riddle sighed.

"I dont want her to know about us." Riddle said flinching waiting for Yuu to yell at him.

Of course that never came. They would never raise their voice, especially not at Riddle. Yuu only sighed sadly, their shoulder slumped in disappointment.

"I'm sorry." Riddle help one on Yuu's hands.

"Are you ashamed of us?" They asked.

"NO! Never!" Riddle shouted quickly "I just- just don't want her to hurt you. She'd hate anyone I date if she didn't choose them. She would threaten you. She might even get Crowley to keep you from me or worse kick you out of the school."

Yuu didn't like hearing this but relented.

"Fine...fine ugh." Yuu let out a huff of exhaustion. "what's your plan?"

Riddle's plan while not ingenious it was practical. Just pretend we aren't dating. Simple and easy.

Yuu when about their business as usual as they served tea and food in the garden. They kept their head down as they worked.

"I heard you won first place in the equestrian show as expected." Ms.Rosehesrts said over her cup of Earl Gray.

Yuu's mouth twitched in irritation. They chalked it up to the choice of tea the woman asked for.

Did she really ask for the acidic bergamot Earl Grey when the spread clearly called for something less intense? The fruit tarts and chocolate cakes just don't go with that tea. Fortunately, Yuu knew Riddle's tastes well and added vanilla and cream to his cup.

"Do you usually drink such sugary drinks? I swear without me you can't manage yourself." His mother sighed as she looked at the light-colored tea compared to her dark sugarless cup.

Riddle opened his mouth to respond be he was interrupted.

"I'm apologies Ms.Rosehearts. But as the head of the Heartslabyul dorm Master Riddle must set an example. He takes his tea as the great Queen herself did. It is his cross to bear as dutifully follows the rules." Yuu said their head bowed.

The mother shifted her gaze to the servant and glared.

"And who are you?" She asked. The question was rhetorical, she was very aware that Yuu was serving them but her question was more to remind the servent of their place.

"I'm a student here. I work as a maid as well to earn extra money Ms.Rosehearts." Yuu said timidly.

"Oh, I see. Well isn't that lovely but you would do well to mind your own business. It would serve you well in your future line of work." The mother stated.

Riddle tried to interrupt to take his mother's attention away but before he could Yuu spoke.

"I understand. I will keep that in mind." Yuu said looking at the ground.

That clearly wasn't what Riddle's mother wanted to hear as she frowned.

"You understand what? Speak up child and look me in the eye. Perhaps it's too much to expect a servant even an amateur would know how to answer properly. Honestly, even poor parenting is no excuse." She continued.

Yuu nodded and lifted their head. Their face was red and their lower lip trembled.

"My apologies again ma'am. I understand that I shouldn't interpret or comment on your discussions. I also understand that I should properly address you." Yuu said their voice wavering.

"Really then? Then how can you address me as Mr.Rosehearts? You call my son master but fail to show me proper respect. You will call me Mistress as you should." She demanded.

"Mother!" Riddle cut in.

"Quiet! How dare you speak over me! And you!" Ms.Rosehearts pointed at Yuu. "I'm waiting and I'm losing patience with you!"

Yuu felt like a stone was lodged in their throat. Their face felt hot and their eyes stung.

"I-Im sorry. May I b-be excused? I should g-get back." Yuu wanted to leave as quickly as possible.

Riddle's heart dropped into his stomach as he saw the fearful expression on Yuu's face.

"No, you may not! Honestly how useless can you be? This is why I never raised my son to be like people like you. Weak, sniveling, and worst of all failures!" Ms.Rosehearts lips curled in disgust.

Tears streamed down Yuu's face as they tried to keep a straight face.

"Mother! You've gone too far! You have no right to talk to them that way!" Riddle pushed his mother aside as he stood between them. "Yuu don't listen to her. She knows nothing about you, about us."

"Riddle, how dare yo-"

"Be quiet! You have said enough! You have not only embarrassed me as your son but you have thoughtlessly insulted my partner! Do you have any empathy at all? Do you think of anyone else but yourself?!" Riddle turned on his mother as he yelled in her face.

"Riddle!" She tried to yell back.

"I said stop talking! Perhaps it was too much to hope that you would act like someone with basic human decency let alone like a proper mother! Do you think this is how you should act toward someone I love? You talked alot about respect but you don’t even know what that means! You only know fear! I want you gone now!" Riddle pointed to the exit as he held Yuu close as they cried.

Riddle's mother turned bright red as she prepared to lash out at the pair. Then she felt a hand on her shoulder. She whipped around to see no other than the college's potions professor.

"Ms. Rosehearts I had the displeasure of watching you not only make a fool of yourself but you had the nerve to insult my pup." Crewel growled "You have a lot of nerve to speak to someone else's child like that let alone your own. I hope that in the future you will rethink coming to this campus and even looking at my child."

Riddle's mother clenched her jaw as she saw Riddle comforting his beloved. She then huffed and turned to exit.

"Before you go I wanted to tell you that I got in contact with father. Don't worry about me coming home. I won't be living with you anymore." Riddle said glaring at her.

"Are you okay?" Yuu asked gently running a hand down Riddle's back as he buried his face in Yuu's chest.

"I should be asking you that. I'm sorry. I should have stood up for you earlier." Riddle said.

Yuu laughed.

"You stood up to her though. That's more than I could do; she isn't even my mother. Riddle you were courageous." Yuu said kissing Riddle's cheek. " I may not have a mother-in-law but I'm sure we can manage when we become a family."

Riddle buried himself further, his ear were bright red.

"I haven't even proposed yet. We are hardly family. I still need Crewel's blessing and you know he's hard to please." Riddle can already feel the glare the professor would give.

"On the bright side, it'll be easier than asking your mother for the family ring." Yuu laughed.

(If it helps you can imagine Crewel standing behind Riddle's mother with a chair aimed at her head the entire time. Made me feel better at least)

#maid!yuu #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst riddle #riddle rosehearts x reader #twisted wonderland riddle #riddle rosehearts #divus crewel #twst divus

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soggyriceee · 11 months

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Moth to a flame part 3?

Moth To A Flame | Konig NSFW

| first of all, I just wanna say thank you for all the support on this story. when I say I was not expecting to make this a series I wasn't. I literally was listening to the song and got some really good inspiration for a quick little smut and kept it pushing lmao. im so glad you guys like it and I hope to write more long stories in the future! in this part I will say Konig is a little crazy, and a lot of mentions about stalking, mommy king(hehehe), and aggressive sex are mentioned. also horrible German translation. if these are any triggers to you please please do not read this part! thank you again ily all sm <3 |

four months have passed since you moved away. you and your boyfriend now live in New York, working a daytime job as a school nurse. you finally decided to put your college degree to work. your boyfriend worked at the same company, got a raise and is planning on taking you both out to Cancun for the summer. and of course,

you got the abortion.

it was the least you could do to help make your boyfriend feel better. the last thing you needed was to be alone in New York, a city too big for someone to learn on their own. you were happy. contempt. Konig was out of your life and you were able to focus on your boyfriend now.

however, arguments and trust issues were inevitable after what happened. as much as your boyfriend loved you, he couldn't trust that the same thing would happen again. whether it was Konig or someone else. a ring light camera was placed at the front of your apartment door, checked by him every night for Konig but also any suspicious activity. "its more so for our safety." he had told you a few days ago. but you knew it was more to prove his doubts wrong.

Konig harnt reached out to you. he was blocked on everything, completely ghosted. but you knew that wouldn't stop him from looking for you. you just hoped it wasn't anytime soon. the abortion was already a big step into the right path for you, Konig coming in and ruining that path was not what you needed. you were happy where your life was now, you were happy with your boyfriend. Konig would never be an issue again.

that was until you heard a knock at the door of your office. "come in~" you said sing songly, expecting another high schooler to come in with some lame excuse to be here and not in class. you paid no mind to when the door open, finishing putting the rest of the cough drops into the jar. "what can I help you with?" you asked, back still turned.

it was quiet for a moment. then, you felt two strong arms wrapping around your waist. you gasped, turning quickly. there, Konig looked down at you, a wide spread smile on his face. "Meine Liebe, ich habe dich so sehr vermisst.." he whispered, leaning down placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

to say your heart felt like it would jump out your body was a humungous understatement. you know it wasn't your fault this time it was happening. but you still felt beyond guilty, and most of all scared. pushing him back, you moved to the front of your desk. " h-how.. how did you find me- how did you get in?" you asked, trying to swallow the lump in your throat. "dont worry about that my love.. im here now. im here to take you back home." he said, tilting his head slightly.

he looked around, humming softly. "this is a cute office. very you like." he said, smiling at the photos of you and students you had grown close to over the last few months. but he didnt really care about that. he cared about getting you back to "home". "I am home Konig. you need to leave me alone im serious this time. im happy here im happy with-"

"but you aren't. I know you aren't. I know you miss me meine liebe. I miss you too. think about you all the time." he said, another smile coming across his face. he moved closer to you but you backed away. he sighed, crossing his arms. he was unhealthy. he needed serious help. help you simply couldn't offer him. "how long are you going to play this game." he said, his tone more serious, his eyes shooting you daggers.

"im not playing a game Konig you need to move on. you cheated many times. you lost your chance to be with me." you said, looking to his side. he wasn't one to get angry, so you weren't worried about that. you were worried about falling for his gaze, his puppy eyes. " gosh those were mistakes. I regret it. I love you. I love you please come back to me." he begged, his voice going from demanding to desperate.

he moved forward again, this time following you until your back hit the wall.

shit.

he placed an arm on the side of your head, the other moving for your chin. smiling, he tilted his head. "dont you see.. no matter where you go, how many phone numbers you make. ill find you, like I always do. and ill fuck you good, like I always do. ill have you leave him and be with me. who you really wanna be with." he whispered, his eyes moving down from your lips to your covered breasts. your chest rose and fell quickly, tears brimming your eyes. you hated him. but you hated him even more because you know he was right. he always fucks you good. he always finds you.

"please.. please leave me alone." you whimpered, fighting back the tears. he ignored your cries and moved his hand to your tummy, frowning. "our baby.. where is it? you should be a lot bigger by now." he said, stepping back a bit.

at that moment you had remembered the abortion, cursing yourself for allowing it to slip your mind so quickly. "where is our baby?" he asked again, his eyes going back to dark, angry ones. you opened your mouth to say words, but none came out. what were you to say? what if he really got angry with you this time? but he had the right to know. and you knew that. after all, he was the father.

"i..I aborted it Konig.. it wouldn't have grown up with its real father anyways." you replied after a moment. you couldn't bring yourself to look at him. you knew all to well he wasn't going to have a pleased look on his face.

silence filled the large room until finally, he spoke up. "well. we can always try again." he said, turning to the chair at your desk. he rolled it out, sitting on it. "come here." he said, patting his lap. but you didnt move. he smiled, shaking his head. "always been defiant. I remember when we first got together I had to train that pretty little mouth of yours to not talk back to me. now look at you. thats what happens when you mess with boys, libeling. not men."

his words didnt bother you in an annoyed or angry way. unlucky for you, it made you clench around nothing. and he knew it did. he knew you loved being talked down on while being treated like a princess. he knew exactly how to turn you on and he was abusing that knowledge right now. " I bet you missed being thrown around, fucked like some worthless toy and then babied right after. dont you?" he stood from the chair, making his way back over to you. " you miss your mouth getting fucked, filled with cum. swallowing it all. making a mess on my dick.. fuck I think about it all the time. those pretty little eyes of yours looking up at me. mascara running down your face while I slide myself down that tight, tight fucking throat of yours." he said, looking down to your throat before quickly looking back into your eyes.

wet wasn't even the word to describe the situation going on in your underwear. you cursed yourself mentally for allowing him to talk to you like this. but you couldn't stop him. because he was right. your boyfriend, no matter how hard he tried, simply couldnt man handle you the way you loved. the way you needed. he was gentle, afraid to leave so much as a hickey on you. but he was slowly becoming more open to it, especially since seeing Konig pounding you from behind. he wanted you to stay, he didnt want you to move on to another. or back to Konig.

"Konig you need to leave.. im not coming back to you. you messed up far too man-"

" so let me make it up to you libeling.. lassen Sie mich um Sie kümmern.." he was now standing right infront of you, looking down at you. you couldnt look away. the way he spoke to you in his mother tongue turned you on, always. even if you couldnt understand every word, his deep voice and accent made it hot. his hand slid up your nursing shirt, gripping your covered breast. you bit down on your lip, closing your eyes. you couldnt give in. not this easy.

shoving his hand down, you stepped away. "Konig leave or ill call the police. ill write a restraining order anything to get you away from me." you finally said, fixing your shirt. "your so hot when you try to act all tough maus.. fuck its making me so hard." he said, pulling at his pants buckle. your eyes flickered down for a few seconds, but it didnt go unnoticed. "see dont fight it maus.. I know you want me to fuck that tight little pussy of yours. make you cum all over me. in this office of yours. you want me to fuck you on your desk huh?" he whispered, unbuckling his pants and slowly pulling his already hard dick out.

the tip literally dripped pre cum, dropping to the floor. it made you whimper, only fueling his craving for you. "Konig.. please leave." you whispered out, but it wasn't confident enough for him to believe. he smirked, turning down towards your chair once again. "maus dont you see how hard I am? I need you. I crave you." he said softly, eyes looking at you so "innocently".

his hand gripped the base of his dick, a sigh coming from him. he leaned over, spitting onto the tip and moving his hand down his shaft, slowly back up. a quiet groan left his lips, his head resting back and looking to you. he sped up his hand movements, keeping eye contact onto you. small, desperate whimpers slipped from his lips as his hips bucked up. "oh maus.. please~" he whimpered, his chest rising fast, falling at the same rate.

you whimpered at him, wanting to go and slide down on his dick. not matter how badly you wanted to keep up with the happiness you had in your life right now, you needed him. he saw your confusion and smiled, taking his other hand and reaching out. you hesitated, but slowly walked over to him. his movements slowed down, his eyes looking up at you. "please.." he whimpered.

you knew this was wrong. and you hated how much he always found a way to wrap you around his finger. how he always managed to get you beneath him, fucking into you relentlessly. and you hated how he always came back into your life when you were happy. you hated how badly you craved him, no matter how far away he was, or how bad he treated you.

you couldn't process anything until you felt him pull you down onto his lips. and you couldnt stop yourself from kissing him back. your hands cupped his face, forcing your tongue into his mouth. he smirked against your lips, pulling you onto his lap. you grazed over his exposed dick, sitting right front of it. you pulled away, a long strong of saliva connecting you two.

" maus.. i wanna fuck you so bad. please." he whispered, his hand sliding up your shirt, pulling your bra down and playing with your nipple. you whimpered, nodding your head quickly. "c-can I lock the door?" you whispered, looking down at him. but he was so focused on your nipples, and playing with himself that he same time. you assumed he didnt care, and continued to pull your shirt up and off.

he wrapped his arms around your waist and stood, sitting you on your desk. "imma fuck you... send you back home with my cum swimming around inside you. you want that?" he said, pulling your pants down. you hated how much you wanted to say yes. it was killing you. but the way his tip ran up and down your slit, teasing your entrance as he whispered filthy words into your ear, you couldnt help but whimper out a pathetic 'yes'.

thats all he needed to hear from you before he slid his full, thick length into your tight cunt, a deep groan coming from him as his head pressed against the top of yours. a gasp slipped from you, your hand covering your mouth. as hot as this was, fucking in your nurse office with the door unlocked, it was risky. in fact, you could loose your job. but he wanted that. he wanted you to have a reason to leave and go back with him, no matter how crazy or detrimental the reason. " so fucking dirty.. getting fucked on your office desk-shit- I bet you want someone to come in here and see this tight cunt getting fucked huh?" he whispered, gripping the back of your head, pulling it so your eyes met his.

he was hot. you couldnt admit it. the way he looked as he fucked you made you go feral. his hair sticking to the top of his forehead, eyes locked onto yours as small whimpers and groans left his pretty little lips. he could say the same for you. the way your tits jerked up and down every thrust he gave, your desk squeaking along with it. your hands gripping onto him as you gave him small, pathetic begs. "say it louder baby.. what do you want? be a big girl for me." he whispered, pulling his now shiny dick out, slamming it back into you. your hands gripped him harder as his grip on your head did too. "f-faster.. please" you finally were able to muster out.

his hips waited no time to move faster, feeling every vein and inch of his thickness move in and out of you. it was heaven. no matter how much you hated him, you couldnt stop yourself from letting him fuck you. anywhere. anytime. you guys were like magnets, no matter how hard you both tried you couldnt keep away from each other.

the more time went on, you realized the tears forming in konigs eyes. they weren't from pleasure either. " k-konig?" you asked, your hands falling to his lower stomach. but he kept going, no matter how hard you tried to stop him, he kept going. "I-i hate you.. so fucking much. I hate y-you because I know I c..I cant live with or without you-fuck.. I-i crave you even when I shouldn't.. I fucking hate you" he cried out, small whimpers coming every now and then from him.

for a moment you had to stop and think about what he just said. but, he didnt give you much time. the more his tears fell the faster and harder his thrusts became. the more aggressive he became. he let go of your head but pushed your body back, your bare back hitting the cold desk, pens and papers falling to the floor. "k-konig" your whimpered, your legs wrapping around his waist. "I-im gonna..cum soon..fuck!" he groaned, his head falling into your chest. his hot tears covered you and you could've sworn you heard 'mommy' fall from his lips every now and then. it made you clench around him seeing him so vulnerable, so emotional while fucking you.

he took one of your legs, pushing it up so your foot rested on top of the desk. his thrusts became deeper, the sound of your moans growing louder. his hand quickly found your mouth, silencing all the whimpers and moans that slipped from you. "m..mommy im cumming~" he cried out, his thrusts becoming more and more sloppy.

his sudden change in persona threw you off guard, but you liked it. too much. the closer he got the more he chanted 'mommy'. and you could tell, he was really close. "m-mommy I-ill hold it back.. ill hold it back till y-you cum first~" he whimpered into your chest, his arms finding your waist and pulling you up into him.

your hands quickly found his hair and tugged it, moaning how good you felt. "k-konig keep going.. im so close~" you moaned, your head falling back off the desk, eyes shutting closed. he growled, slamming deeper into you, stabbing your squishy g spot each time.

the knot in your stomach quickly came undone and not too long after, he came with you, his grip on you tight enough to snap you in half if he really wanted. he whimpered as the last bit of his cum shot into you, small 'plat plat's coming from beneath you two. he pulled out, watching the mix of cum pour out of you as if you were a waterfall, dropping to the floor.

heavy breathing filled the now silent room as you slowly lifted yourself up. "ill get you a paper towel." he said softly, shuffling over to the counter and grabbing the roll. he brought it over, getting to his knees and slowly, spreading your legs. taking the towel he ran over your pussy slow, collecting the cum. it was silent. you didn't know if you should bring up what he said, what he called you.

he sensed your tension and looked up at you from below. "I meant every word I said. I hate you. but I hate you because I love you too much to let you be someone else's. nobody.. nobody has ever made me this crazy.. ever. you've unlocked a part of me that I didn't know existed. I didn't know I had. my heart hurts seeing you happy with someone who isn't me, having a life with someone who isn't me. and what hurts more is to know I caused that." he spoke, his voice soft.

you looked down at him, your chest hurt. you opened your mouth to speak but no words came out. "you dont have to say anything. ill leave you and your boyfriend alone." he stood, throwing the papers away. "im moving back to Germany." he said, looking down at you. and you couldnt lie, your chest felt like it was tightening. tears began to pool but you looked down.

" I leave in three days. I just.. wanted to say goodbye. I guess. I know you hate me, I know you want me to leave. and I love you enough to do anything that will make you happy. if you-"

your hands wrapped around his shirt collar and you pulled him down, slamming your lips to his. his large hands slammed against the sides of you, holding himself up. he immediately kissed back, moaning into the kiss. thats when the tears fell.

"please..please dont leave.." you whispered, pulling away. you looked up at him, looking for anything that said "I won't".. but his lips formed a small smile, his hand meeting your cheek. "your happier without me.. you know you are." "I dont c-care. I cant ha-have you not here. please"

the tears kept falling and he caught each one, flicking them from your face. " oh meine liebe.." he whispered, pulling you into a hug.

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

2 years had passed. you were pregnant. again. getting married in a few months too. you were excited because you felt like you were happy, for real this time. you stayed in New York, working at a new school more uptown. it was great, you were happy now.

" okay chicken orrr steak?" you asked your fiancé, rubbing your baby bump as you stared into the fridge. your soon to be husband came behind you, kissing your neck and putting his hand on top of yours. "chicken. we can make Alfredo." he said. nodding, you grabbed the meat, putting it in the sink to defrost.

" ill go run you a bath and we can get ready to go to the bakery. im excited to taste all the new cakes." he said, taking your hand and kissing each knuckle. " me too. especially the Oreo one. pleaseee at least try it. for me." you pouted. "your gonna say no to your pregnant fiancé?" you smirked, pointing to your belly.

you were due exactly 3 months after your wedding. so you both decided now was the perfect time to get married before you both had no time. "I guess I cant huh." he laughed, opening the bedroom door. you sat at the edge, watching his tall stature move to the shared bathroom.

as you watched him from your bed you smiled, thinking of all you both had been through. maybe it was the hormones, but you felt the tears well in your eyes. and it didnt go unnoticed either. " meine liebe? whats wrong?" he asked horridly, rushing over and wiping the tears from your eyes. you smiled and shook your head, placing a high kiss on his cheek.

"I just love you a lot. thats all." you whispered. he smiled, lifting you bridal style before kissing you passionately back. " Ich liebe dich mehr, meine liebe."

| tried to be cool and only highlight when y'all knew he was speaking at the end hehehe anyways guys this is like.. the end! if you guys would want one where the outcome is different and she stays with her current boyfriend lmkk cause I can do that too. but yea like I said thank you all so much for the love on this mini series <333 |

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Tame the Dragon

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Targaryen!reader

Summary: Daemon has asked you to marry him, but you have to wait to talk with King Viserys until Rhaeneyra and Laenor's wedding takes place. As you and Daemon try to hide the affection you feel for one another, everything gets more complicated with you being betrothed to Jason Lannister.

Warnings: I’m not a native English speaker, strong language, incest, mention of sex, mother abusing her daughter

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A/N: @schniiipsel requested me to write a few more chapters to the series, so here I am! To be honest, I am not entirely pleased with this part since there is not much of an action in it, but I had to build up the story :) There are a few more parts I'm currently planning to write, we will see :3 If you want to be added to the taglist for the series (or for my future works about Daemon Targaryen in general), just let me know!

| Part 4 |

You woke up to the feeling someone gently caressing your cheek. When your eyes slowly opened, you were greeted by Daemon’s soft smile, which was reaching his purple pupils. A similar smile formed on your lips as you spoke. “Morning.”

Daemon cupped your face and leaned into you to leave a small kiss on your lips. “Morning, sunshine.”

“I could get used to this,” you whispered against his lips while running the fingers of your left hand in his silver hair, “waking up to the sight of you.”

Daemon chuckled as his lips wandered down to your neck. “I wasn’t aware that you were so eager to have me by your side, Princess.” He spoke in between kisses. “Or rather in your bed.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “I though you’ve had enough of this tease the Princess game last night.” You said as he raised his head to look at you.

“I can never get enough of you, Y/N.” He told you before pressing his lips against yours. Even though the kiss started out passionately, it quickly evolved into a rather soft and loving one. Then, Daemon slowly parted your lips. “Come now, we should get dressed.”

Both of you were, seemingly, lost in your own ocean of thoughts for no one said a word while you two got dressed. Since Daemon only had his nightwear, he wore them once again; you changed into a black dress with long sleeves and a low-cut.

To break the silence and ask the question which had been roaming in your head since last night, you cleared your throat. Daemon looked at you with questioning eyes as he brought a glass full of water to his lips. “Will you talk with the King about… us?”

Daemon paused before taking a sip from the water. “About the marriage?” he asked to be sure. You nodded at him. He drank some water before responding to your question. “I will, Y/N, I still stand by what I told you last night. But,” taking a few steps towards you, Daemon cupped your face, “not today. My brother has too many things to worry about and I don’t think it’d be the best idea to tell him that I want to take you as my wife, who is still betrothed to Jason Lannister. We should wait for a time in which he is in a pleasant mood.”

You had completely forgot about the wedding.

The celebrations for Rhaenyra and Laenor’s wedding were beginning at the present day with a feast at night, then, for the remaining six days there was going to be a tournament during the day, and a feast during the night. All the Lords and Ladies from the noble Houses and families were gathering at King’s Landing.

Which meant that Jason Lannister would be there, too.

You nodded at Daemon’s words. “Of course, I have forgot about the wedding,” you spoke quietly. “You know your brother better than I do, so I trust you in this. But Daemon, please be quick.” You closed your eyes as you took a deep breath. “I don’t know how long I can bear this wedding nonsense with Jason Lannister.”

Daemon left a quick kiss on your lips. “I will, I promise.”

The doors of your chambers were opened.

You, instinctually, tried to step away from Daemon as you thought of a sensible excuse for having him in your chambers at that time of the morning in his nightwear. However, Daemon didn’t let you step back as he held your hand.

The moment your mother walked in from the doors; you knew all hell was about to break loose.

With a deep frown on her face, Delaena Targaryen looked at you and Daemon. “What is happening here?” She asked with a demanding tone as Ser Ryden closed the doors. When her looks wandered down to see you two holding hands, her eyes widened. “I want an explanation, now!”

Slowly, Daemon let go of your hand and began walking towards the door. “You will have the explanation you desire, Delaena, when the right time comes.” He told your mother with his usual Daemon-attitude. “I will see you around, Princess.” After winking at you, he opened the doors and left your chambers.

You could literally see the fire of her rage inside her blue eyes as your mother turned to face you. “You stupid girl, what have you done this time?” She spoke between her gritted teeth, holding you firmly from your arm. You tried to shake her off, but you stopped struggling when you heard her gasp -she had seen the marks on your neck.

Then, she slapped you.

“How could you let him touch you, Y/N?” She literally screamed at you as you held your cheek and took some steps back. Your eyes were filled with tears -not because it physically hurt you too much, but your pride was badly hurt. “Your uncle? That troubled man?!”

“He is the only one,” you spoke after wiping away the tears, “who doesn’t use me to mend their political shit!”

Your mother let out a condescending laughter. “Do you really think that he cares about you?” she asked with a scornful tone. “All that Daemon cares about is power, Y/N. And you are a bigger fool than I have thought if you really do believe that he will change, just for you.”

You began to shake your head hysterically. “No, you don’t know what you are talking about!”

You knew that what you shared with Daemon was something special. You had been feeling it in his touches, in his kisses, and in between his words. He had been the one asking you to marry him -there was no other way he could get even more specific.

No, she is simply trying to confuse me. I will not let her push me away from Daemon.

“Fine, believe in whatever you want,” your mother told you as she threw a red, silk scarf at you. “Use this to cover those fucking marks on your neck, for the Gods’ sake! Your husband will be arriving shortly and the last thing I wish is for him to see you like this, marked by your uncle!”

You didn’t realise how hard you were clenching your fist -your long nails had sunken so deep into your palm that blood started flowing down between your knuckles.

Delaena Targaryen pointed at you in a threatening way before she left your chambers. “This will be the last I hear about this nonsense about you and Daemon. I won’t warn you again.”

[Time Skip]

When you returned to the Dragonpit, you had been riding your dragon, Virion, for hours.

After your fight with your mother, you knew you needed some time away from everything and everyone not to do or say something you would regret -you needed time to calm yourself down. Of course, the only way you could be by yourself, was up in the sky, accompanied by your dear Virion.

You hated your mother deeply for everything she had been putting you through; however, she was still your mother -even the thought of cutting your ties with her completely made your heart ache.

It is so unfair, you thought, that she could be so cruel to me, but I cannot mirror the same to her.

As if she doesn’t love me at all.

With the sleeves of your dress, you wiped the tears rolling down your cheeks. You gave yourself the permission to cry only when you were alone with Virion (or when you were being scolded by your mother); however, back in the Dragonpit, someone could always walk in on you.

While you were floating in the sky, you had a lot of time to think about the situation you were currently in -that you had to wait for Daemon to talk with King Viserys and in the meantime, you had to act completely normal around him. Which was, of course, going to take a lot of effort since his mere presence was enough to intoxicate you.

About Jason Lannister, you had decided to keep your façade around him as best as you could, trying to give him the image of the Targaryen Princess he thought he was going to marry, so that no further complications would arise before the King was informed about the situation between Daemon and yourself.

“I knew I would find you here.”

A smile formed on your lips upon hearing his soothing voice coming from behind you. After placing one last kiss on Virion’s nose, you turned back to face Daemon, who was leaning at the wall with his hands crossed over his chest. You could make out a small smirk on his lips.

“I must say that you know me rather too well, my Prince.” You spoke with a playful tone while you walked towards him. “Don’t you think so?”

Daemon’s eyes were lingering on your lips. “In that case, I would wish to know you too well more often, Princess.” He said, causing you to giggle at his words. Then, he leant into you and pressed his lips against yours. You shared a short, but passionate kiss.

You sighed. “I find it so hard to hold myself back when you are around me,” your voice was slightly louder than a whisper. “Tonight is going to be a proper challenge.”

Daemon winked at you as he made you hold his arm. “But it makes the sex even better -the more you long for it.” You were blushed, but at the same time, you were quite turned on. “Come now, Princess, your mother was looking for you everywhere.”

You didn’t even try to hide it when you rolled your eyes. “What does she want this time?” You asked with a weary tone as you walked to the exit.

“The Lannisters are here, enjoying a little chat with my brother.” Daemon responded, you could clearly feel the annoyance in his tone. “He is expecting you, too.”

“Great,” you muttered under your breath. “I have no desire to see that fuckface.”

Daemon chuckled at your words; it always amused him how much hatred you could actually carry under that pretty face of yours. “Your enthusiasm to spend some time with your future husband astonishes me, Princess.” He teased you, which he enjoyed quite much.

“Says you, who was quite eager to crush the said husband's head, if I recall it correctly, my Prince.” You teased him back as you walked towards the Godswood. Daemon sent you a deep look, which sent shivers down your spine, because of excitement, for he was giving you the exact same look as he did the previous night before he fucked you on that damned table.

I cannot let my mind wander off to the memories from last night, doesn’t matter how tempting they seem. You casted one last longing look at Daemon as you arrived at Godswood. For the moment I recall them, the more I want him, again.

“There she is,” you heard King Viserys speaking, which brought you back to reality. “My beautiful niece!” As he casted a look at Daemon, whose arm you were still holding, he smiled at you. “I see that my brother was right -you were with Virion, I assume?”

You immediately wore your political façade as you nodded at the King’s words with a soft smile on your lips. “You of all people, your Grace, know how much of a passion I have for flying.”

Your eyes slowly met those of your mother, who was standing next to a tall, golden-haired, and fairly handsome man -Ser Jason Lannister. His younger twin brother, Ser Tyland Lannister, was speaking with the other members of House Lannister. Upon seeing the warning look inside your mother’s eyes, you slowly let Daemon’s arm go.

“I didn’t now you had such a close relationship with your Uncle Daemon, Princess Y/N.” Jason Lannister told you as he handed you a glass of wine. You tried hard to resist the urge to roll your eyes at his words. As if he knows anything about me. Idiot. But before you could answer, Viserys spoke.

“Yes, Y/N has always been special to Daemon -a relationship which sometimes makes me jealous.” The King said; of course, he had little idea what he was really talking about. You bit the insides of your cheeks to prevent yourself from laughing; however, Daemon showed little to no effort as he snorted. You sent him a warning look.

You took the glass from Jason’s hand as you sent him a fake smile. “Daemon has been the one closest to me ever since I lost my father, my Lord.”

“Rather too close, I would say,” your mother spoke with a somewhat scolding tone. Her silver dress was literally shining under the sun. Your eyes winded at her words. She added. “It is quite unusual for an uncle to care so deeply about his niece -not to mention that it is Daemon we are speaking of.”

What is she doing?

Daemon placed his left hand on the small of your back as he spoke. “Unlike you, Lady Delaena, I am capable of showing love.” You could see your mother getting tenser by the second. “Of course, I would not expect you to understand, since you are, in the first place, incapable of showing love and affection to your own daughter.”

You could swear your mother had gone red in the face. Viserys looked weary as if he had been expecting Daemon to make a scene. Jason Lannister, on the other hand, was very much shocked at the turn of events.

As if he hadn’t done enough to taunt your mother, Daemon left a small kiss on top of your head. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a small business to attend to.”

The confusion inside Jason Lannister’s eyes quickly turned into jealousy as he watched Daemon walk away.

[Time Skip]

The hour you spent with Jason Lannister felt like a year.

To let you two get to know each other better, Viserys and Delaena had left you two alone in the Godswood for an hour. All Jason could talk about was his golds, his castle, and how fine of a knight he was. It could have bored you to death if you had to endure it a little longer.

From a fair perspective, Jason Lannister was a fine man, and the lion was probably the dream of many ladies around Westros. However, being a dragon, you found little joy in playing with the lion -he was too small, too weak for you. Of course, you knew very well that you could wrap him around your little finger with ease if you gave him the slightest bit of attention, but there was no fun in it.

He was no fine match for you.

After the King and Delaena Targaryen returned to the Godswood, you quickly started a conversation with Viserys about how fine of a knight Jason was and left the two of them talking about their adventures as you walked away silently. Pouring yourself a glass of wine, you heaved a sigh as you sat down, the voices of the others fading into the background.

Upon hearing the footsteps approaching you, you turned right to look at the person. The look inside your violet eyes softened almost immediately when you saw Daemon walking towards you.

“Have you come to rescue me?” You asked him while you made place for him to sit near you.

Daemon casted a look at his brother and your betrothed before seating himself. “It doesn’t seem like you are in need of that, Princess.”

You took a deep breath as you leaned back, your eyes were on Jason, but you could feel Daemon looking down at you. “Have you ever seen a dragon eat a lion, Daemon?”

Your questions caused him to snort. “I have seen many dragons eat many sheep, but a lion? No, I haven’t.” He responded and took the cup from your hands, which made you turn your eyes to him. “But I would love to see such a thing. Must be quite amusing, I assume.”

You watched him as he drank from the cup he took from you. At that moment, all you wanted to wish for was to be betrothed to Daemon, so that you would be free to kiss him and taste the wine on his tongue at the present moment.

He was all in black, other than his silver hair and pale skin. Even though you loved it more when the moonlighted melted in his hair; the sunlight gave it a breath-taking touch, too.

When he saw you looking at him as if he was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen, he took a deep breath and placed the cup on the table in front of you. “Y/N,” he breathed out your name, causing the memories from the previous night to resurface. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Why?” You found yourself asking with a low tone, which held the longing you felt for him.

Daemon’s eyes wandered to your lips as he spoke. “It makes me want to rip off your dress and have you right then and there.”

The urge to place your hands around his neck and pull him into a kiss was so strong that you had to fold your hands on your lap. “I find myself thinking about last night,” you whispered at him, your look racing between Daemon’s purple eyes and his soft lips. “Every time I lay my eyes on you.”

Daemon took a deep breath and closed his eyes. The way he struggled to hold back was turning you on so much that you could feel yourself getting wet. “Bisa bantis, tolī se kisalbar, jaelan naejot māzigon naejot ao, dārilaros, se qogralbar ao ēva ao epagon nyke naejot tepagon ao iā keligon.” Daemon spoke in High Valyrian, still maintaining a low voice so that no one would hear him. [Tonight, after the feast, I want to visit you, Princess, and fuck you until beg me to give you some rest.]

You found yourself sighing when you heard his words, trying not to rub your thighs against each other. “Kesan sagon jurnegēre naejot naejot ziry, ñuha dārilaros.” [I will be looking forward to it, my Prince.]

The intense moment you were sharing with Daemon was interrupted by someone calling at you. When you saw that it was none other than Jason Lannister, your pain in the ass, you couldn’t help yourself but roll your eyes. Daemon snickered at your reaction.

“Princess,” Jason Lannister said as he approached you and Daemon. “Would you be so kind to join me on a ride? I have brought the finest of our horses.”

You forced a kind smile to form on your lips as you stood up. “I would love to, my Lord, but I should get ready for the feast -it is getting quite late.” You could see the disappointment inside Jason’s eyes but at the same time, there was a hint of jealousy, too. “I will see you tonight.”

#daemon x reader #daemon x reader smut #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen smut #house of the dragon #house of the dragon fic #hotd #hotd fic #daemon x rhaenyra #matt smith #game of thrones #smut

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yelshin · 1 year

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☆ NEW FRIENDS ! ⠀⠀

Masterlist | Main Masterlist

An: I decided to add a side story (and no this wont affect the main plot) | Wc: 4k

Tags: Young [Name] adopting scarameow :D

You and your mother were walking back to your car after picking you up from school. As you two approach your car you suddenly heard a small cries and it sound like... A kitten?

You tug your mothers sleeves while pointing at the direction where the sound of crying is coming from. You carefully approach it and saw s very very cute and small kitten inside the box but it seems like its starving for DAYS.

"Mama! Look look!" You excitedly point at the box causing your mother to peak curiously and gasped when she saw the poor state of the kitten "can we keep him please?" You begged your mother while giving her those puppy eyes; your mothers weakness.

"Fine... BUT in one condition!" You jumped and ready to hear the condition your mother was about to set "no staying up late" you nod your head in excitement and picked up the box and head to your car.

"We should probably buy some things for this new kitten, what do you think [Name]?" Your mind was occupied by something else, which didn't go unoticed by your mother. "Thinking names for him don't you?" She looked at you at the rear view mirror and you nod, "Well I can't just call him little meow meow... He needs a name!" Your mother chuckled at the nickname 'little meow meow'

"Well how about... Kunikuzushi! Or in short Kuni!" You liked the new name for little meow meow- or should we say Kuni, You heard a small meow from Kuni "i think he likes it" your mother chuckled and continue to drive to the pet store

Once you arrived you immediately asked your mother to buy almost everything at the store; using "but he needs these!" As an excuse, but you knew that even if you asked her to buy those your mother wont hesitate to spend money over a random kitten you two found. (Like a mother like a daughter)

"These are quite expensive [Name]. Are you sure he needs this?" Your mother sweatdrop while pointing at the cat tree "mhm! We have a lot of spaces in the house so why not add a little bit of decoration?" She could only sigh at the fact yiu just stated, its true that there are many spaces in your house but your mother is also worried that she's spoiling Kuni too much that it might get bratty in future.

"Dear he needs to take a bath first" you whined but decided to give up and let Kuni take bath first before eating "while i bathe him, can you prepare his food?" You immediately followed your mothers orders, causing her to chuckle.

You never had pets before even if you wanted to have one but you're afraid that you might raise the pet wrong, so you took this opportunity to test your skills at handling animals first: a kitten.

"Does the food needed to be wet?" Now here you are, scrolling at Google trying to find some helpful advices when feeding kittens, as you were reading you noticed the whoke process needed measuring... Of course as a kid, you know none of those. "I should ask mama about this.." you hop off the counter and run at the bathroom, knocking on the door lightly

"Come in!" You heard your mother shout, you busted the door open and started asking your mother a help for measuring. "Measuring? What for?" She tilted her head in curiosity, finding it a little bit amusing that you asked her to help you at measuring. "For Kunis food!" "But dear making Kunis food usually dont require specific measurements... Unless you're using Google again don't you?" She caught you red handed. You just scratch your cheeks in embarassment "well i don't know how to take care of any animals and.. i wanted the best for Kuni, sorry mama" you hung yoyr head down and you felt a small pat. You look up to your mother, only to see her smiling at you

"Its alright dear, no need to apologize over nothing, infact i was relieved that you asked for my help! But aside that, can you grab his towel?" You're glad you have same view as your mother, Always like cute things.

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lindalofbroome · 5 months

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14 - Foreshadowing

But always, just as he was about to fall asleep, the other, darker thoughts came creeping back, and made him afraid to close his eyes. Finally he did sleep — a shallow doze filled with nightmares. He was back in Sheba's hut. But now its four walls were made of rock, dripping with water and slime. And Sheba was huge, her nose long and pointed, her hair greasy grey tails swinging like thick ropes around her grinning face, her eyes red and piercing. Strong Jonn and his mother stood there with him, but they made no move to help as the Witch bent towards him, closer and closer, till her face was all he could see and her breath scalded his cheeks. "If you are the only one afraid, skinny rabbit, you are the only one with sense," she croaked. And she opened her mouth to scream with laughter, but she had no tongue, and the inside of her mouth was as yellow and smooth as cheese. ROWAN OF RIN Ch 3 The Heroes

i was planning on doing one of sheba's prophesies because those are always 😘👌 idk theres something so fun and i guess also satisfying about having a cryptic riddle foretelling the future and having it slowly unfold over the course of the story

the fate's hand prophesy in Zebak is probably my favourite because i looooove the symbolism of the group as the hand and also what a cast of characters 😌💖

the plot arch of Travellers is also one of my favourites and big fan of the secret enemy prophesy too. big fan of all the themes of change to embody metamorphosis throughout the whole story!!!

i just did a maris art so i didn't want to use the prophesy in Keeper of the Crystal and honestly when i chose sheba i honestly was envisaging the one in Bukshah where she and unos were huddled in the hut with a raging fire and the whole intense atmosphere, piercing eyes of intent, her snarky wisdom.

but i ended up going with the original, the first, the beloved, probably for nostalgia lol. Rowan of Rin was my first rodda book but thats not the only reason it's one of my top tier favourites. i love its story and its themes of bravery and how the saviour of the village was not a mighty warrior, but a gentle and kind soul.

but oh my god before i started sketching i randomly remembered rowan's dream after visiting sheba and like. ive read this book a bajillion times okay. but i only jUST saw a parallel?? i dont think it's a coincidence??? but i remembered that sheba's eyes were described as piercing and red, and i remembered that because i was like woah thats intense. aND YOU KNOW WHO ELSE HAD RED EYES. THE DRAGON. i remember this only because of when i drew the dragon of the mountain that one time.

so i go back to look at the dream scene. obviously this whole scene kinda went over my head the first time because i was like. eight. give or take. but when i picked it up again when i was older, i quite liked how kinda whacky it was? and i was like wow this is the weirdest and truly the most dream ive ever read lmaoo. i was like wow rodda really wrote things that rowan experienced recently and was thinking about aND made it whacky and weird.

and something i always thought was the most weird was that sheba is described to have a mouth full of cheese, and i always took it as yeah. rowan gave her cheese. it's haunting him now lol. but now?? with my eyes opened??? cheese = food, stuck in her mouth. you know who else had food stuck in its mouth?? the dragon of the mountain.

i was intending of drawing the dream itself but it was going to be a whole thing lol so i just drew when rowan was helping the dragon hahaha but behold my madman red string connection parallels ✨

He was back in Sheba's hut. But now its four walls were made of rock, dripping with water and slime.

mountain top cavern, snowy and icy and probably a bit gross

And Sheba was huge, her nose long and pointed, her hair greasy grey tails swinging like thick ropes around her grinning face, her eyes red and piercing.

ngl i've found this description to be a bit [raises eyebrows] because stereotypes, but now it's like. oh maybe big nose is actually just dragon snout.

sheba definitely has an intense gaze normally, but a red and piercing gaze is like the intimidating but pained and fearful gaze of the dragon.

i got nothing for her hair. could just be description for her. could be folded wings maybe. maybe the dragon of the mountain is an Eastern dragon type even.

Strong Jonn and his mother stood there with him, but they made no move to help

jonn is, of course, weak and pinned to the wall by this point and cannot help.

i don't think jiller is as literally relevant, but we can kinda say that she cannot help also because she had to stay behind to look after annad etc

the Witch bent towards him, closer and closer, till her face was all he could see and her breath scalded his cheeks.

drawing rowan's attention to the face, uh. divine? guidance towards the answer.

sheba's breath was hot like the dragon's fire breath.

"If you are the only one afraid, skinny rabbit, you are the only one with sense," she croaked.

im choosing to interpret this as like, his fear gives him pause and allows him to consider. he seeks knowledge, before he acts, in contrast to his elders who act first, know later. kinda like benefits of Deer In The Headlights mode O-O lmao

could also just be a reminder, even affirmation that he and he alone can solve the villages problem and save it from disaster

And she opened her mouth to scream with laughter, but she had no tongue, and the inside of her mouth was as yellow and smooth as cheese.

perhaps opening her mouth to cackle can parallel the dragon unhinging its jaw, looking like it's about to eat you whole, but doesnt

cheese stuck in mouth = animal bone stuck in mouth

..oh my god??? i actually think this is just my headcanon but at the end of Bukshah sheba says "that the medallion she gave [rowan] may look like base metal, but it is made of pure gold, and she expects it back the moment she returns. she says that you could not take her place in a thousand years, whatever you may think" via allun, and idk when it happened but i think i did in fact imagine that rowan would be the wiseman some day. due to his insight, his experiences, his level-headiness and stuff like that.

sheba could just be messing around, enforcing being a spiteful and jealous old woman, but just passing on the message that she wants the medallion returned.

but also. maybe she knows he's gonna take her place someday, and she is hinting at it to him. i would imagine this definitely going over his head at the time, since he's you know. a child. but who knows, he's pretty discerning. anyway

it could perhaps be argued that sheba gave rowan the dream alongside the map, but i doubt it. i choose to believe it's his own. maybe im grasping at straws here about it being a supernatural dream, but if it is,,,,,,,,, it could be just the beginning for rowan.

#roddacember 2023 #roddacember #lyn's roddacember prompts #postlyn #postlyn art #emily rodda #roddaverse #rowan of rin #jonn of rin #dragon of the mountain #//#maybe thats why sheba tells her riddle prophesies #she gets whack ass dreams and she's doing her best to translate ;-;#she's trying #sheba misunderstood mean bitch my beloved <3 #i would be so scared of her if i lived in rin but as a character i love her

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rzyraffek · 2 years

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Fallout characters with plus size s/o!

(Swf)(also by s/o I mean main character😈)(they them pronouns)

(Funfact:back in the days(midage) plus-size people were seen as richer, better taken care of, because it meant that they didnt have to work they ass of And could affort food. And I feel like it would be similar in apocalipse world😈)(and in ancient rome chubby girls were seen as top tier wife materials) (those are my honest thought about characters and how they really would react, so if one of them seems mean, im sorry)

Fallout3

Butch- okay we all know he is an asshole, he would bully them with his super mega cool gang. BUT when they save his mom he will respect them madly, and feel guilt. Sadly there was no time for apologising because s/o was busy looking for their dad. Oh I forgot to mension, he is great example of this cringy prompt "he bullies you because he loves you"🙄 But after s/o came back to valut he went😳 specialy if s/o got some cool scars/piercings/shaved heas/tattoos. Also He will bully Amanda for kicking them from valut. And then probably leave too, its boring without them. And he finds strech Marks hot (they are super hot for him) (when they meet in wastelands he will apologise and simp)

Charon- bruh he simply doesnt care, about their looks. Fuck when they met he didnt even care about their peronality. It was simple they point he shoots. But later after long time and work Charon finally starts to belive them that he isnt just another tool, another weapon. For them he was a person with his own history and opinions and thats what got him in love, not their looks. Of course it took a long time for him to get use to the idea of being his own free person But he slowly warms up to it. Also no matter how much they weigh he can pick them up easly. He sucks at any kind of comunication but Hes trying

Fallout new vegas

Raul-just like charon- He doenst care about their looks. He seen all types of people, before and after bombs.

Boone- this guy judges everyone, doesnt matter if u are top1 skinnies person ever or the most musuclar ever, he will judge you at first. Later he turns into smol bean that needs comforting and hugs. He is this Type of person to never talk about his emotions but He will open up later. He will Just hug them from behind and say some unholy stuff🙄men🙄

Benny-tbh he feels like guy Who would be more into plus-size people than skinny. Also He would spoil them with complements. He has No opinon about strech marks,they are Just there thats all. If any of his chairman would even Look at them in wrong way... guess Who lost job today😎. He would love cuddles and BENNY THE SMOL SPOON🤯

Vuples-this bitch, this little crazy furry. He would say a lot of mean coments. But if his future s/o proves that they are as strong(and even stronger) than average person He will stop. He Just tried to intimidate them, and tried to find easy spot. He wont apologise but wont do it ever again. And deeper into relationship He would love to hug them and say good stuff about their looks (not complements more like honest good words idk how to explain)

Arcade-finds it cute, specialy if s/o has big tights. At first he wont comment on it(he is raised well, he know that its rude to coment someones body) but if they get along he will let them know that they look stunning🥰 Just imagine him resting his head on their legs and reading random book then falling asleep.

Joshua Grahm- he is a chirstian boi he would neve-😳lourd have mercy😳😳 he thought the only women he needs in his life is holy mary but oh my. He is lucky that he has whole body covered in bangades. If he could, he would blush. Bonus points if s/o belives in the same God as him. He will invite them to prays together, if they arent religious he will still invite them in hopes that they will join him🤯 he is in love with their chubby arms and/or legs. And hes the last one to judge their strech marks(his skin care is worse than my math grade i dont think he cares about their ether) (also strech marks arent caused by bad skin care that was a joke please dont cancel me)

Ulysses- he knew them for years, he doesnt care and will bomb anyone mean to them. Imagine romantic afternoon, firecamp, s/o sitting On ground fixing their gun/Reading magazines and ulysses Just laying On their lap or stomach and telling stories. He been thrue alot, most of it may be scary but there were some good parts and thats what he is focusing on at this point of his life.

I will make seperate one for fallout 4 characters later. Its just a lot of them and im sleepy.

And by s/o dont mean nesecary romantic relationship, i just didnt know what to call it? Because theres no way in hell im putting y/n in this (unless somone request)

Also if u got offended im so sorry(im not jokin i really apoligise) and im not skinny aswell so some of those ideas i got from my own expirience and life🥰 its 2am btw

#fallout new vegas #fnv #vulpes inculta #arcade gannon #fnv companions #fallout 3 #fallout charon #butch deloria #boone x courier #craig boone #fnv arcade #joshua graham #ulysses #fnv ulysses #benny gecko x reader #fnv benny #benny gecko #raul tejada #fnv raul

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Hey what are your thoughts on more recent appearances of Rip and the Time Masters in DC like in flashpoint beyond and Stargirl the lost children? My feelings are… complicated to say the least

Hiiii okay so I am a big Johns hater (not a secret i say this all the time LOL) SO i honestly did not like the writing or use of the time masters characters in those recent stories. I feel like it's extremely weird what they chose to do with Corky's character and im hoping its ignored/retconned as they move forward.

I also did not like the treatment of Jeff in the little snippits shown. For some reason (Johns writing) he wrote Corky to belittle Jeff's character and i noticed even in the artwork jeff was drawn standing away from Rip and Bonnie..ummm I did not like that.

One thing I will say I do think it was "okay" that we were shown Jeff taking Rips side vs Bonnie taking Corkys side on whos fault...whatever time shit was happening was...... but also.. Corky is a literal child again (where he was like..18 or at least 17 in TM 90s) and I dont think theres any canon ground to stand on of Jeff actually disliking corky either way (even Rip didnt dislike corky in the og 60s comics it was just a thing in the 90s to add to the story of Rip not trusting people and being a dickhead bc paranoia was taking over his whole life literally). I just think it was probably a dull way to show that Jeff knew Rip first, and Bonnie, of course was raising Corky. But theres probably better ways to show that.

I do think Bonnie standing against Rip or calling Rip out on shit while still being a Time Master is cool, wish Johns could write that interestingly outside of her throwing a few statements out like "of course its rips fault it always is" or whatever. But of course we didnt get that bc they were too busy doing whatever the fuck with Corky in stargirl.

Also, i hate that they're back in those ugly ass green and red onesies it makes me so MAD. Why does bonnie have a cowboy hat? Why is corkys hat an actual living raccoon??Why cant people save the day in t shirt and jeans. Sigh!

Glad they're back, though. Rip is so pointless to me when his history and team goes ignored as the existence of them adds so much to his character. Now we just need someone who can handle that to take the wheel. Someone who instead of treating the other Time Masters like bg characters will treat them like the main characters of that team because guess what? They are. Rip is not the only person who is important or interesting.

Sorry usually i would add panels or exact quotes but i dont wanna go look at those comics again 😔👍 also sorry if this does not make sense.

In the future, since Johns is leaving dc, i would like to see actual interactions with the Time Masters and Booster and such. Would be neat to see how they fit into the canon now together. I did like the little line in the christmas special where its shown when Booster sees Rip that he knows there must be some Time Master stuff going on. I just really need to see the other members of the team be able to do things too. I also want to see where Rips interactions with the Linear Men fall into this as well bc they have teased them a few times too (we saw old man rip in those umm generations comics a few yrs ago).

I ALSO wonder what this means for the canon of Booster being considered a "time master" because now thatd be like adding your dad to your friend groupchat like sorry guys hes gotta hang out with us.

#im hoping this means that the time masters will no longer refer to some large organization in the dc canon and is just back to being #a few weirdos and some kid that tags along #bc rlly the time masters lore from like lot or whatever where theyre like time cops or shit drove me NUTS

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princesssmars · 2 years

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something new

a monet de haan x reader

your first gala in the upper east side, and a certain princess catches your eye...

first | previous | next

a/n: need her bad idk.

warnings: maybe a little bit of monet being ooc? idk ill set it up in the future 😭. neglectful or just kinda a hole parents bc all these kids are messed up. enjoy .

wc: 1.731

when you're parents told you they were moving the company's main office (and essentially your whole life) to new york city, its safe to say you were more than just a little upset. like, upset enough to crash one of your dads cars, but you managed to hold yourself back from doing that. barely.

granted youre family had moved around a bit when you were younger, but youd been in maine for 3 years now and had finally settled in and made actual friends. and the scenery wasnt half bad either.

but as you ride in your parents limo down the streets of manhattan, you cant help but feel isolated. cold. like the citys skyscrapers are mocking you. and dear old dad lecturing you on proper gala etiquette is not helping.

"and remember, everything you do and say reflects on us and the company. be smart about your actions and choose your words wisely. especially to your new peers. none of that sarcasm you oh so love."

ah, yes. the students of constance billiard. the children of the powerful and rich, the next great minds of our future...

a glorified description instead of calling them all a bunch of annoying privileged assholes. granted you were also privileged, but you knew how to at least act like a decent person.

the limo eventually rolls to a stop outside of a grand building, the flashes of paparazzi cameras slightly blinding you. you put on a fake smile anyway.

once inside your parents leave you to mingle with potential new business partners. or a new social circle. same thing.

so here you are, wandering the halls and rooms of the museum, eventually making youre way to the open bar and grabbing yourself a drink. non-alcoholic of course, wouldnt want drunken you causing a scandal and ending up in the gossip blogs by the morning.

"sure you dont want something stronger?" a voice sounds from your right. it comes from a man, or a boy rather, probably around your age. hes tall with pale skin, tired eyes, and sunken cheeks. "trust me, around these...vultures, youre gonna need it."

you laugh through your nose, tipping your head and glass torwards the stranger. "believe me i would if could but uh...expectations and all that. you know how it is."

"hm, sounds familiar. but uh, no, my dads are more the "we'll always support you and ignore the stupid shit you do" type. which i guess works out great for me." he says, taking a long sip of his drink.

he seemed a bit troubled, but then again, every kid here was. comes with the cash.

"try having your parents be both overbearing and absent at the same time. mindfuck isnt even the word." you sigh, smiling when he chuckles after you.

sharing this much with a stranger isnt the smartest move, you know. but youre feeling reckless.

as you both continue witty conversation, you feel eyes burning into your side. you glance to your right, and you luckily manage to keep your eyes from widening as a pretty pair of brown eyes connect to yours.

the boy (whos named you learned is max) follows your line of sight. his eyebrows raise and he wears a sly smile.

"ah, see you've caught monets eye. wish i could say shes harmless but..."

monet. you repeat the name a few times in your head. you like it.

you're brought back to attention when you feel a cold hand on your shoulder. max smiles at you and nods torwards the other side of the room.

"cmon, let me introduce you"

"who is that?"

"hm?" luna hums, too busy on her phone to pay much attention to what her best friend is speaking. she needs to pick the best pictures of julien tonight to post, after all.

monet sighs, tapping the dark-haired girl aggressively on the shoulder and pointing to where max sits at the bar, indulging in what seems like a pleasant conversation with an attractive stranger.

luna squints her eyes and hums. "hm...they do look familiar... let me check." she goes back on her phone, quickly tapping before showing the screen to her best friend.

"her name is y/n l/n, daughter of edmund and marianne l/n, renowned for their investments in colleges and college funding. family is in between old and new money. only recently moved here to new york. she's most likely going to go to constance so we should see her around..."

the girl trails off her sentence as she notices the other still staring contemplatively in your direction. she realizes and laughs lightly. "i see youve picked your next prey."

she tries not to laugh louder as monet's head whips torwards her, an unconvincing scowl on her face. "no, its because shes new and already talking to max. we need to make sure shes not a threat. thats all."

"whatever you say, hun." luna sighs, texting a blunt message to the afromentioned boy.

come over. bring that girl with you.

there werent many times in your life you were nervous - enough that you could count them on one hand. but now, being led over to some of the hottest most intimidating people you've seen tonight by a boy youve know for 10 minutes, its safe to say youre a little on edge.

"y/n, i, regretfully and against my will," he starts, whispering the last part under his breath making you purse your lips trying not to smile, "introduce you to my group of friends."

the next few seconds of silence makes you feel like a 7-year-old introducing themselves to their new class. luckily, one of the girls, with light brown skin and buzzed down hair gives you what seems like a genuine smile. "hi there, y/n, im julien. this is obie, luna, and monet. its nice to meet you."

she introduces herself and her friends that sit to her right; a boy with curly brown hair and an abnormally large forehead, a tall girl who wears a pretty but almost...scheming? smile, and then the most gorgeous girl youve seen tonight with brown skin and brown twists.

you meet the gaze of the last one. monet. shes staring you down with lidded brown eyes that watch your every move like a hawk. you stare back challengingly. the corner of her mouth raises with a smile.

"sit down. we dont bite." there was a glint in monets eyes as she spoke, hoping you pick up on what she wants to say. unless you want me too.

you unwillingly break eye contact when you sit down across rom her and next to max. he slightly nudges you, and laughs when you see his expression and roll your eyes.

"so y/n, are you new around here? how are you liking ney york so far?" the one called obie asks.

you squint your eyes as you think over your answer. "yeah, my parents just moved here for their business. and the city is fine. a little...duller than what i had in mind."

"maybe you just arent looking in the right places." monet speaks up, moving her hand from propping up her face to reaching over her leg.

"really?" you ask, resuming the charged eye contact between you two.

"really."

"shes right, most generic tourist shit is worn out by now," max speaks up, lifting his drink up in the air to you. "us natives would be happy to show you around to all the truly unique spots."

you dont show it but his enthusiasm to include you makes you feel warm inside.

"i'd...really appreciate that. thanks. but only if its alright with the rest of you. wouldnt wanna intrude in your little social circle."

you turn towards the other four, waiting for their responses. julien and obie look inviting enough, luna looks indifferent yet intrigued. monet is wearing a blank expression.

luna whispers into her ear.

she smiles.

"we'd be happy too."

max smiles and claps his hands.

"fantastic. welcome to your own little circle of hell."

the night continues and so do the conversations. occasionally throughout the night you go back into the habit of observing people and direct it to your new acquaintances.

how obie doesnt look quite that comfortable around his so called friends since childhood.

how luna and monet stick together like the creepy ass twins from the shining.

how juliens side of the conversations sometimes go stale.

how max drinks and drinks.

rich kids with rich kid problems.

eventually the night ends and you say your goodbyes after exchanging information. you smile and laugh with max, whos not quite hammered but does have the slurred speech and looseness in his body of someone who does, who is glad to have a friend who "doesn't have a pogo stick far up their ass" and eager to show you around the city in the forthcoming weeks before school starts up again.

as you wait outside on the curb waiting for the valet to bring your car back around and parents to stop smooching up to the other business people that went to the gala, you spot a figure slowly coming up to your left.

"ive gotta say, youve made quite the little introduction tonight, l/n" her smooth voice directs to you, staring out ahead of her before she looks to you at your slight chuckle.

"i barely did or said anything, max was the one to introduce and talk for me most of the night."

"you didnt need to. you're fresh meat. everyones going to be intrested in you regardless."

you smirk. "is that why you were staring holes into me all night?"

she moves her mouth to speak before who you assume to be her mother walks up beside her and tells her their car is here, the girl nodding as her mother leaves yet again.

"you're lucky you met us tonight, l/n. we'll knock you into shape soon enough." she tells you before walking after her mother. it sounds like a promise and a threat wrapped into one.

you meet eyes before she gets inside her car.

you feel the tap of fathers hand on your shoulder, urging you to get inside your vehicle.

as you sit inside the car, your parents conversation dulls as you watch the city streets pass you by.

they all seem a bit brighter, you think.

ooo the way i had to force myself down and finish this. i feel like the way i wrote this and y/n in general flip flopped but idk i'll fix it. thinking of making this a series but dont wanna get ahead of myself. sorry this took so long 😭😭

#aki menzies #audrey hope #gossip girl reboot #gossip girl reboot x reader #gossip girl x reader #julien calloway #luna la #monet de haan #obie bergmann #monet x reader #monet de haan x reader #black reader in my mind but applies to all #need her bad

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viis-here-idk-why · 7 months

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Say hello to Kingdom of the Local Anthill!

Say hello as well to my first micronation oc post, hopefully of many hehe

Also if youre here from the poland tag, this is a polish micronation, so, feliks child feliks child

Sadly, i was only able to find information on this micronation through the microwiki page, since i couldnt find any other pages for it. Any help on finding out more would be very much appriciated!

So! About Pietr! Immediately i will say, i chose the name purely because it sounded nice, any input on better names would also very much be appriciated! But for this post, i'll be sticking with Pietr

Once again, since there isnt that much info i could find on the micronation, for his personality i kind of hima'd it (aka, just bullshitted it)

He's cheery, literally a one year old, as the micronation announced its independance only a little over a year ago, but he tries his hardest to seem older, and cant say his age without adding that technically the anthill has existed since the 1950s, so he'd be the oldest in the group (and then gets glared at by seborga)

He tries to be very formal in his way of speaking, but struggles a bit with that, as he tries to copy what the macronations around him say, and the main one is Feliks, so he's mistakingly integrated a lot of slang into his hyper-formal way of speaking. (Hutt River and Molossia help him with that)

He takes his role as a personification very seriously, so seriously that he often will point out if something around his house could hurt or bother the ants! He has made feliks "throw out" anything that has a scent that ants dont like (he still has everything, just doesnt use it in front of pietr) and acts offended and as if he dislikes the scent as well (he actually enjoys lots of the scents, but thinks he'd be bad at his job if he admitted it)

Of course, he will start telling ant facts to anyone that he sees, and talks a lot about them with the micronation group

In his little backpack (made by eduard, nobody can tell otherwise) he carries everything that his overly worried family makes him bring around: bandaids, disinfectant, a snack just in case, and of course, his Carpenter Ant Plushie(TM)

Onto how everyone around feels about him, his family loves him, he's the little baby, and they all try their best of raising him.

Feliks and Tolys are trying to parent, and doing fine somehow? They bring him everywhere, and listen to him ramble about ants for hours (Tolys asks enough questions to keep him going on and on)

Eduard is the cool older brother, he brings him places when tolys and feliks are busy, and makes him stuffed animals and wooden toys (i have a stupid little headcanon that eduard really likes sewing and just making stuff in general)

Raivis is,,,,trying? He's already friends with most of the micronations, so he often accompanies him to the meetings, but he doesnt really know how to act around him, so whenever they talk he doesnt really say much, and mostly listens. (Once again, i have a headcanon that raivis is trying to figure out how the aging process works, so he's probably waiting to see how quickly he ages and also praying that he doesnt become older than him one day)

His closest friends in the micronation group are probably Hutt River, as he looks to him for advice on how to be a proper prince, he would ask Seborga but my personal version of him is not the friendliest*, Republic of Toku, and Rose Island (other micronation ocs i might maybe talk about in the future, for now just know that one is a space nerd, and the other is a fish nerd)

*I have completely different characters for seborga and molossia, and might change hutt river a bit as well, i will make sure to share them in the future!

Outside of his family and the micronation group, he doesnt really know many other people, since he's just a toddler

Well, well, well, guess who actually reached the end! I dont have anything more to say currently! If i find more i will add!

For reaching the end of this stupid little ramble, have Pietr in timeout

Also, here's the link to the microwiki page if you'd like to learn more!

#oop #just realized the theres a dot in the reference sheet #oh well #im not fixing it #OMG AND IN THE WRITING????#why do i suck at this ;-;#well #youre keeping this #hetalia #hetalia oc #aph poland #?#ehh #its for the feliks enjoyers #aph micronations #hws micronations

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cata-strophes · 6 months

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I just found you and im like in love with all your art!!!! Do you think you could like catch me up on your ocs? Like a little introduction to them? Cause I am invested! I hope that's not too much to ask!

(Funny story, i was writing this and wrote a lot and then my power went off and i lost what i had written L)

Thank you!! :D And of course!! Im sorry this took so long, when i saw your message i realised i dont have a lot of actually-colored drawings of my ocs (that arent dante), so i ran to do some quick sketches (and got busy in the middle of it)

In the world of my OCs, some people are born with powers, but they have consequences and drawbacks if they're overused.

There is an Evil Bad Guy(tm), who, of course, wants power, and so when a kid is born with a strong enough power, it's more than likely they will be taken to join the ever-growing brainwashed army of Evil Dude(tm). Evil Villain Guy(tm) also carries forward... tests and experiments, to see if it's possible to evolve these powers and overcome their drawbacks.

This guy is my poor special little guy, Dante, and by that, I mean he's the one that I make suffer for my own amusement, i'm sorry, Dante.

He doesn't know his age, but he guesses he's in his mid-20s.

He was one of the child soldiers the Evil Villain Man(tm), and has been with him since he has memory. Now all he wants is revenge against him, and doesn't care about much else.

He was a favourite, because he was the first one to survive the tests and evolve the powers he has. (drawbacks are still a work in progress)

His power allows him to create limbs made from shadows, he specialized in wings. Altho he started only creating two wings, with the tests, he started calling more and more wings to his control, and they eventually stopped looking soft and feathery, and started looking more and more leathery, and he stopped using them to fly, more like spider legs to help support him and that he can turn into extremely dangerous and sharp weapons.

This guy over here is Nicholas. He is *drum roll* Evil Villain Guy(tm)'s older son!

Nicholas is in his mid-20s. He also has a younger brother, Theo, who is in his early 20s.

He was raised in blissful ignorance until he was a teenager, where he started figuring out his family's dark history. He started questioning his father's authority more and more, until, when he was around 16 years old, his own father commanded his assassins to get rid of him.

He was left for dead, but little did they know he had been hiding self-healing powers, and managed to survive and ended up joining a rebellion against his father, meeting Dante again ten years later, when he escaped. His brother is still with his father.

I'm very bad with names and can't choose, I have at least twenty options for each, but these are also some very important guys for them. All of their designs might change!! I'm still playing around.

The woman to the left is the leader of the rebellion, she took Nicholas in and knocked some sense into his head when he was pushing his body and powers farther than he should. She has electricity on contact powers, she uses it for the most shocking punches, or for charging whatever metalllic weapon shes holding to make it Hurt. Her drawback tho, is a loss of fine motor skills, her hands shake a lot because of this.

The guy in the right is Dante's uncle. Dante's uncle was a renowned knight, when he learnt that his brother, sister-in-law and nephew, his only family, were all wiped out in an attack, he lost his control and threw himself to battle with no second thoughts. His power is something of future visio; it doesn't go too far, just a few seconds or minutes (although he might get a few days or weeks worth of it in dreams), which made him unstouchable in battle. The drawback is the lost of his own eyesight. He is blind because of the overuse of his powers, and can really only notice light and very blurry shapes if he focuses (he usually doesn't). When he got tired of fighting he up and left, trying to forget and be forgotten, finding a village in the middle of nowhere and staying there to pass his days.

UNTIL his war-buddy, mister-in-the-center-drawing, came looking for him. They used to be the closest friends and he spent years looking for him after he vanished from the face of the Earth. He doesn't have any powers, but he is very much to Dante's uncle's levels of swordmanship and whatever-knights-do-ship (with the exception of. you know. literal future vision powers). They are boyfriends now.

Also Dante and his uncle meet later on, and this meeting is the reason Dante doesn't go off the deep end as it was very much looking like before. Dante's uncle knows Dante's real age and birthday, he never forgot.

#ask #original characters #original character #doodle #theoverlordofall #even though ive had their stories in my head for years #im only now working out details and figuring out how they actually look #like i literally chose nicholas name today #might give dante's uncle longer hair

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retrospectislame · 9 months

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(long post)

FNAF Security Breach Ruin theories that I'm sure people have thought of already but I'm still gonna post here because I havn't been able to stop thinking about this game:

(theories are seperated with a 🎈)

(also keep in mind that this is just my personal little theory ramble, I could absolutely be wrong)

🎈 I dont think we ever hear the real Gregory's voice in ruin.

Even when the mimic (That's what its called right? Or at least thats what we're calling it? Idk I'll just go with it) is chasing Cassie, when he's saying, "You were never supposed to go to the pizzaplex" and "Do you really have any other option?" (or smth like that-), I think that is still the mimic pretending to be Gregory.

Why? (more after break)

Well first of all, the instructions during the chase are coming from the walky talky that the mimic has been using to communicate with Cassie throughout the DLC. And like, don't get me wrong, but im pretty sure Gregory wouldn't be able to hack his way into the radio frequencies that the walky talkys are using. The same can be said for the speakers in the elevator before Cassie falls. To maybe even have a chance at communicating with Cassie through either of these, he would probably have to be in the building, which he explicitly says (even if it is the mimic talking) he isn't.

Also, Gregory talks about the M.X.E.S security system that was put in place to keep the mimic down there, but how would he know about that? And how would he know about the mimic being trapped down there to begin with? I mean sure, there is speculations that he had been living in the pizzaplex for a little bit, but i dont think that a evil, sentiant animitronic living down in the basement of a children's pizza place would exactly be considered public information, even if it is just among the employees. Not to mention that he probably wouldnt even be looking for that kind of information in the first place if he was living in the pizzaplex.

Finally, (even though I'm sure there's more things to back this up, I just don't want this to get too long lmao) how would Gregory even drop the elevator? Like I don't this theres a button labeled "button to drop the elevator thats in that old ruin under the pizzaplex," and to actually cut the cords he would have to be there which he isn't. The mimic is the one who most likely dropped the elevator, and if it wasn't them specfically, it was probably someone/thing that was working with them. (or also possibly the fact that that elevator is probably decades old and has probably had no maintainance whatsoever during that time and has also retained at least some fire damage and-) (<also, if the elevator did fall out of just extreme damage, the mimic probably knew that and thats why they led Cassie there)

🎈 But this also sprouts another question:

Why did the mimic drop the elevator?

Well, my theory is that it wanted to disguse itself.

I'm gonna say now that I don't fully know how most of the animitronics work (especially when it comes to the mimic) but I think that it's going to use Cassie's body as a way of hiding itself when it eventually (maybe) makes it up into the real world.

I also think that we may see Cassie again. How far into the future, I'm not sure, but I think we'll see her again eventually. Of course, if my theory happens to be correct, it's not going to be Cassie, but instead the mimic in disguise.

🎈The last thing I wanna talk about is just a few questions that I have now that ruin has been released:

How do Cassie and Gregory know each other? What is their relationship with each other? Are they friends? Siblings? Two runaways that met on the streets? How did they meet? Where the hell are these kids' parents?

Did Cass and Greg meet before SB or after? (before ruin of course) If they met before, then that raises a lot of questions. (How did they get separated before SB, why didn't he mention her at all during SB, etc. etc.)

How did the mimic contact Cassie at all? It probably chose her because 1. It already had a sample of Greg's voice, probably from when he went down there in SB, 2. She's a child, she's guillible enough to go wherever her friends ask her to go. But how???? The only possible way I can think of is call, text, maybe leave her a note, but I don't think she has a phone considering she's like 8, and leaving a note would require literally going to her house, which the mimic obviously can't do.

Who installed the M.X.E.S system in the first place? Was it one person trying to keep the mimic a secret? Was it Vanny? Vanessa? (considering the rabbit, it may be, but im not sure tbh) Was it the company that runs the pizzaplex just trying to hide the past wrong-doings of the previous owner and make more money?

Is the Glitchy Rabbit Thingy(TM) really evil? If you think about it, it may have only been trying to stop Cassie because she was disabling it, which would unleash the mimic and allow it to escape. Maybe the rabbit isn't as bad as we think.

Where is Music Man? Y'know the big one. Did he just retain so much damage that he doesn't work anymore? For a little bit I had thought that the giant endoskeleton in the daycare theater may be him, but after comparing the two, it's clear that they are just not the same model. (Music Man's arms are skinnier, it wouldn't make sense for him to have a jaw considering his mouth is a screen, head shape, etc. etc.) Speaking of which:

What the hell is that giant endoskeleton for? That's what I really wanna know. And why is it only there in the AR mode?

What does M.X.E.S stand for? I feel like that could be really important.

Uhhh, that's all I got for now I think. Thank you for coming to my ted talk lmao I don't really know how to end this-

#feel free to contridict me #or tell me if something doesnt make sense #i just sorta writing this as it came to me so some things might be off #i would love to talk to people about this #retro's rambles #fnaf sb #fnaf security breach #fnaf sb ruin #fnaf dlc #ruin dlc #fnaf theory #security breach ruin #security breach theory #ruin theory #fnaf gregory #fnaf cassie #gregory #cassie

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chromaji · 4 months

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FE Fates ask game 14, 18, 30 and 36?

14) Talk about something you wish they'd bring back in future titles!

I think it’d be cool of them to bring back something in the vein of Dragon Veins. Something that you can activate in battle for different effects. They were fairly situational & often not worth it in Fates iirc. So I think there’s a few other ways they could go about something like it.

One way is to keep the more situational vein styles as Fates, but make the “Dragon Vein” of the map be able to be activated no matter where, and by any character. Similar to how Engage handles Corrin & Camilla. Only thing is that each map’s vein could only be used a certain amount of times, to make up for how anyone can use it. Like lets say chapter 1’s vein summons a 3x3 healing square around the user. This vein can only be used twice, but again, anyone can use it anywhere. Or maybe it COULD be like Engage where it’s the same preset list of veins every chapter. idk.

Another way is the way that Fire Emblem: Cerulean Coast (an FE8 romhack) does its “Leylines”. In earlier versions of the game, I saw that Leylines were like Fates’ chapter-specific veins, but they could be used by anyone. In the version i’m playing, every Leyline does the same thing; heal you to full, raise your attack, and allow you to move again. I really like this style. Sure there’s no “ooh i wonder what this does” moment, but it’s a nice, reliable feature. And of course, there’s only a handful of Leylines per map. Like 2-4 on average from what i’ve seen.

18) Favorite VA performance?

Roger Rose’s Niles (& Takumi)

Stephanie Sheh’s Beruka

Brianna Knickerbocker’s Charlotte

Matt Mercer’s Shigure

These are the ones off the top of my head!

30) Two characters that should have had a support together?

How on gods green earth did Reina & Orochi not have a support together.

Same with Ryoma & Scarlet.

36) What’s a Fates alt you want in Heroes? (Fallen, Seasonal, Legendary, everything is fair game go wild)

BERUKA ALT BERUKA ALT GRAGHHHHGHGH!!!! I dont even know what type of alt i’d want for her its just… its been seven years intsys. its been seven years. I dont wanna be like “idc what alt style at this point i just want one!” bc there’s some alt variations i wouldn’t really care to see beruka in. Like no intsys i wouldn’t want child alt beruka

#asks #whats funny is that my current voiceclaims for a pair of ocs i have is… niles & takumi.#like you gotta be kidding me.#though i thiiink the michael sinterniklass version of takumi fits the oc a little better #i’d have to compare at some point

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babblingbear09 · 2 years

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Reginald Lied — He Didn’t Purposefully Adopt New Children

At the end of S2, the siblings make it to 2019 only to discover that their father has adopted 6 new children (plus Ben). We all assumed that due to their disastrous dinner back in 1963 (and potentially Diego’s words to Grace) that Reggie decided the Umbrellas were failures and not worth adopting again.

But, in S3, we learn new information. All the Umbrellas’ mothers died before they were born. This means that Reggie lied, or at least bent the truth when he said he picked different kids — he never even got the chance to adopt them in the first place.

Now, you can say, but he could have still planned to adopt different kids so what does it matter? But I don’t think that was even the case. Bear with me, this is a little long.

In the UA universe, changes to the timeline happen immediately.

What I mean by that is that is if you make a change to the past and jump forward, you see that change applied — you don’t have to wait 50 years for the timeline to catch up. Once a decision is made, time adapts around it and the future automatically reacts to that change. Whatever butterfly effect, whatever new decisions made, are automatically played out. We see this when the Umbrellas mess around in the 60s and then jump to 2019 and all the changes they made effected the timeline.

The only thing that we’ve seen that changes a timeline once it’s set in motion is time travel. In S1, Five shows up and tells Luther about the apocalypse then goes off with the Handler. This changes the timeline. From there, we see that change automatically effect the timeline in the Day that Wasn’t.

Then Five comes back and undoes the day. If he’d jumped to the end of the day, he would have automatically landed in the events we saw — Klaus finding Dave, Vanya finding the book, Allison and Luther dancing in the moonlight, etc. Instead though, he jumped to the beginning of the day and changed the whole thing.

Okay. Changes to the timeline automatically and instantly affect the entire timeline. The only thing that derails that is more time travel. Back to the main point.

Reggie still planned to adopt the siblings even after they met in the 60s.

The fateful “Light Supper” happens midway through S2. The Umbrellas make a bad impression and then DO NOT interact further with their father. So any changes they made should have already changed the timeline as the season progresses.

Except they dont.

A few episodes later, Five and Luther confront Old Man Five and OG Five opens a portal home. And notably, NOTHING HAS CHANGED. The Umbrellas are still adopted, Klaus still throws a fire extinguisher, Viktor is still poised to destroy the world. You’ll note that the apocalypse in the 60s also didn’t happen. That’s because Diego already time traveled in with the info they needed. So while the rest of the siblings were trying to reach LSD Viktor, they’d already saved the world as far as the timeline was concerned. Five opening the portal proved that. From the moment Diego landed in Allison’s living room, the world was effectively saved.

At this point in the show, they’d already had the disastrous dinner and never met their father again, but we see he still adopted them and raised them the same.

What Changed?

So what changed the timeline? The only thing that could have — more time travel, namely the Commission. This is speculation of course, but the Commission attack on the barn must have changed something for Harlan. Maybe in the original timeline Viktor is less tired from killing half the Commission and gets the whole marigold. Maybe without seeing the danger first hand Sissy and Harlan go to 2019 or maybe Harlan is just less traumatized and handles his powers better. We don’t know.

But we do know that the future only changed after the Five v Five fight which was after the dinner with Reggie. If given the choice, he would have still adopted the Umbrellas and just lied to save face after he couldn’t find them as babies.

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