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Oaths~ Part 1/3 (Ser Harwin Strong x Reader)

᯽ Please note that this is an overall Part 21 to the series Growing Strong. The masterlist, and part 1, can be found HERE ᯽

Pairing: Ser Harwin Strong x Tyrell! Female Reader

Warnings: GOT typical sexism, canon divergence, mentions of past character death, super mildly suggestive themes

Summary:

But the core issue at hand was not of your own fate, or even your husband’s. You did not think yourself as strong as Rhaenyra; having to bury any one of your children just might destroy you. And Rhaenyra had pleaded with you to consider all of your options. If betraying a friend of many years and sacrificing whatever semblance of honor House Tyrell still had could ensure the safety and survival of your children, why would you not consider it?

A/N: As stated in the preview, I have no excuses, only apologies. Thank you to everyone who has continued to read this story. 🖤 And to anyone who's new since the last update, welcome. I hope you all enjoy. Next part is planned to be posted 11/23.

The late night had given way to the earliest hours of the morning.

After finding a mutually agreeable means of which Harwin and you could expend some of your pent up energy, sleep had finally claimed you at long last. However, not unlike the vast majority of nights over the past few weeks, your sleep was light and mostly dreamless. Not even your arrival at the haven that was Dragonstone had been sufficient enough to subdue your inner turmoils and ever-growing fears.

It was not long at all before you rose. It was prompted by a gentle, but still very apparent, dipping of the mattress beside you.

You blinked several times, trying to will the haziness away. You felt your face scrunch, a frown coming to your lips as you looked over at the space beside you with mild confusion. “Harwin?”

Though your sight was still a bit foggy, you took the silence that followed as your answer. Most assuredly, had someone besides the two of you been so bold as to have entered your chambers unannounced, Harwin would have had some sharp words at the ready for them.

If not a well placed strike with his fist or sword.

Once the grog had lifted, you were able to make out your husband’s figure standing across the room. His back, still bare, was towards you. In the blink of an eye, he had swiped up whatever it was that he sought, and moved to return back to the bed without delay. You lifted up the sheets for him as he neared, and he softly smiled at you in silent gratitude.

He hastily settled into the bed once more, tucking the sheets back around himself before scooting over closer to you. He pressed a brief kiss to your temple, and his next words out of his mouth were little more than a quiet mumble. “Forgive me, My Love, I did not mean to wake you. You should get some more rest, whilst you still can.”

Between the mere fitful bouts of rest you had been able to snag thus far, and the simple fact that you knew your husband was now wide awake, it was abundantly clear that there was little chance of Harwin’s suggestion coming to fruition. Instead, with a raised eyebrow, you pivoted, “What do you have there?”

Sheepishly, as if knowing his own refusal to succumb to sleep was part of the reason you would not be resting either, Harwin presented you with the object he had deemed necessary to retrieve from the other side of the room at the odd hour.

The letter from Dowager Queen Alicent Hightower.

“I could not sleep,” Harwin explained as he cautiously began to unfold the letter. With the seal having already been broken by you earlier, the parchment gave him little resistance at all. “I know you wished to discuss this with me later, but my curiosity got the better of me.”

It was as best a time as any to have the conversation, you supposed. You had wished to discuss Alicent’s letter with Harwin immediately after returning from dinner with the royal family- before the two of you had gotten swept up in one another. But in hindsight, you had no qualms about how you and Harwin had chosen to spend the time that had passed since.

Besides, Queen Rhaenyra expected an answer from the two of you in the morning, by way of whether you and Harwin attended the council meeting she intended to call.

You had been wary of Harwin’s reaction to the letter ever since it had been presented to you. You carried that hesitancy with you still, and silently watched with an increasing sense of apprehension as Harwin read the dowager queen’s letter line by line, word for word.

The look on Harwin’s face as he finished reading over the terms was practically indiscernible. Perhaps that was what gave you pause the most.

“Say something, Dearest,” you bid him pleadingly after a moment, concern painting your every word.

Harwin’s eyes remained locked on the parchment in his hands.

Since the day you had met, he had been mindful of his infamous temper, and how he managed it, around you. But something of this nature was almost completely uncharted territory for either of you.

You reached out for his closest hand slowly. “Harwin?”

Hearing his name, along with your hand coming to rest upon his own, finally snapped your husband out of his stupor. Harwin blinked up at you blankly one, two, three times. “... I do not know what to say.”

Of all the ways you had imagined Harwin would react to Dowager Queen Alicent’s letter, a lack of a reaction altogether had not been a possibility that you had considered. Regardless, you felt the response was completely valid.

You pursed your lips, still waiting for Harwin to make the first move.

As you had initially expected, anger was the first emotion Harwin eventually settled on after the shock had passed. His brows furrowed sharply, his normally calming eyes turning dark in the already dimly lit room.

“The nerve of that woman. Is the dowager queen truly so daft as to believe her demands are anything less than an insult to any one of us? Not only would we be stripped of our own birthrights, but how could she truly expect us to disinherit Selwin in such a disparaging fashion? … The Crown may have many powers, but whilst members of our blood still live, the line of succession for House Strong and House Tyrell is business of none other than its current lord and lady.”

You remained silent, sensing that was not the end of Harwin’s musings. Your suspicions were proven true less than a moment later.

“And I’d rather eat my own boot before pawning off my son to carry a sword for that insufferable Cole, let alone that oaf of a cousin of hers all the way over in Oldtown.”

You fought your initial instinct to laugh at your husband’s chosen phrasing. “If we take the Usurper’s offer, it would mean sacrificing our plans for our houses’ inheritance, yes.”

You had intentionally refrained from acknowledging Harwin’s final phrase- any topic dealing with the disgrace that was Ser Criston Cole had the propensity to send your husband on a long-winded tangent. Perhaps rightfully so.

“If we take the Usurper’s offer?” Harwin countered. He looked over at you with wide eyes, and in a tone more imploring than harsh, he questioned, “You cannot seriously be considering such a thing?”

Despite knowing that Harwin meant no harm, you could not help but flinch. Fortunately, the movement was so miniscule, Harwin had not even perceived it. Withdrawing your hand from Harwin, you sat up straight, taking the sheets on your side of the bed along with you. As serious of a conversation as it was, conversing in anything less than a decent state would have felt a bit improper.

“I do not wish to concede to the Usurper’s terms,” you assured him truthfully. “But our queen has asked us to at least give some thought to it, and I agreed to heed her. We owe her just as much, do we not? The realm is on the brink of war, Harwin- we cannot pretend that whatever decision we make, whether it be to support Rhaenyra or join ranks with the Usurper, will be entirely free of consequence.”

Harwin sighed, making him sound even more tired than you already knew him to be. “I know, My Love. But conceding to these terms would be foolish at best, and could spell disaster for our family at worst… Did you read of their intentions for Luciya?

A grimace that sprang to your lips at the thought. Still you persisted. “She would have a title of her own…”

“And though I think she is equal to her brothers in deserving as much, and though I believe with my whole heart that she would grow to be just as capable as her mother in shouldering the responsibility that would come along with it, would any of it be truly worth the price we would pay? The price she would pay? We would be selling our daughter to your foul cousin’s son. Is that something you could make peace with? … Whether or not you’d be able to stomach it eventually, I do not think I ever could.”

You suspected Harwin would have a difficult time coming to terms with any betrothal arrangement for your daughter, but the point he was attempting was fair. If the proposed betrothal and subsequent marriage went through, Luciya would be nothing but a pawn in the long-standing and twisted game your cousin Lord Garrett Redwyne had been attempting to engage you in for the better part of twenty years. If wed to Luciya, the young Lord Justan would inevitably become Lord Tyrell in all but name. And far be it from your cousin to rise above attempting to exercise control over his son as a means to achieve his own ends.

“I detest the very thought of it, Dearest. But they are both young, and would not have to wed for some time. And in the meantime, I would still rule in Highgarden as regent. Ten years, if not more, is ample time for us to find a way to undermine the betrothal. We could agree to the terms now, and make our own arrangement, one more agreeable to us all, for Luciya after.”

“And how would such scheming transpire, when your every move will be scrutinized by an advisor of the Usurper’s choosing?”

It was your turn to sigh. Though sleep did not call to you, your mind felt suddenly heavy. Your eyes fell to your hands, where your fingers weaved in and out of one another with absentminded worry. “I understand that all I have said may seem futile. But I am only wanting to ensure we have discussed this matter thoroughly.”

“That you are attempting to see any good at all in this egregious proposal from the dowager queen speaks to more than just that.”

Your fidgeting hands stilled when Harwin’s gently captured them. You took a moment to watch your entwined hands, before looking up to meet his gaze.

Harwin’s eyes held nothing but love and concern. It was a damning combination that had proved you as more than a willing victim to his multitude of persuasions time and time again. It was so moving- practically overwhelming, really- that it was very tempting to look away. But you could not.

“What is on your mind?” he pleaded. “If you have any doubts, share them with me. There is no need for you to shoulder such burdens alone.”

Never, in all your years, had you doubted your decision to support Rhaenyra as the successor to her father’s throne. Nearly twenty years past, your own father, joining many other lords and ladies of Westeros, publicly swore such an oath. When he’d passed, your brother had done the same.

And when fate had placed the lordship of House Tyrell upon your own shoulders, you too had made such an oath. Now, you were bound to Rhaenyra’s cause by honor. Honor you had inherited, both by the name of House Tyrell and by the actions of your father and brother, and honor you had intended to carve for yourself. You had knelt before King Viserys and publicly swore that you, your house, and each and every one of your bannermen would uphold Princess Rhaenyra as King Viserys’s one, true heir.

Even as the years passed, and when not one, not two, but three sons had been born to King Viserys since your father’s oath had been made, doing anything but keeping the honorable word of House Tyrell was simply unfathomable. The thought of breaking the oath you and your predecessors had made had never, ever crossed your mind.

Until today.

It was no mere whim that tempted you to break your oath. Just the thought of betraying Rhaenyra was nearly painful. So harsh was the idea, that it almost outweighed the fear that her inevitable wrath would inspire.

But the core issue at hand was not of your own fate, or even your husband’s. You did not think yourself as strong as Rhaenyra; having to bury any one of your children just might destroy you. And Rhaenyra had pleaded with you to consider all of your options. If betraying a friend of many years and sacrificing whatever semblance of honor House Tyrell still had could ensure the safety and survival of your children, why would you not consider it?

You were a Tyrell long before you had become Harwin’s wife. As the lady of your house, you owed just as much to the Tyrell name as Harwin owed to that of House Strong. You and Harwin were blessed with a union that was mutually agreeable, and working together to further the interest of both your houses proved easy more times than it did not. But ultimately, the fate of House Tyrell, and the furthering of its line, rested upon your shoulders alone.

Becoming fully entrenched in a war was a gamble, and a risky one at that. Whatever glory House Tyrell could possibly earn from bloodshed in a quest to restore the rightful heir to the Iron Throne would be all for nought if you paid for it with the lives of any of your children. What was the point in furthering the grandeur of the Tyrell legacy if there was no one left to inherit it?

…

Neutrality was not an option, so it was a shame that Alicent’s terms were simply unacceptable. Not only were the terms demanding, but you had little to no faith in her ability to keep whatever petty promises she had made. Perhaps her intentions, however misguided as they were, were as pure as she suggested in her letter… But Otto Hightower’s certainly were not. And, as Aegon’s supposedly chosen Hand of the King, it would only be a matter of time before that forked tongue of his earned him the Usurper’s ear and trust. Whatever power the dowager queen believed she may still have of her drunkard of a son would undoubtedly dwindle with time.

Your family’s safety could not be guaranteed, regardless of what Targaryen heir House Tyrell chose to support. But you knew, beyond all other doubts you may have held, that you would not meekly step aside and let others dictate your fate. You would not sign away the future of your children to save your own neck. And you would not be bullied into silent obedience.

“I am bound to House Tyrell, as you are to House Strong- but I will not side against you in this. We must be united in our decision.” You lowered your eyes, your line of sight falling upon your intertwined hands once more. “We will support Rhaenyra, as we have both sworn to do.”

“But?” Harwin encouraged.

“We cannot lose. Rhaenyra must succeed.”

The unspoken sentiment behind your words clung heavily in the air between you.

Failing to win the war would mark you both, along with Rhaenyra, and any other of her supporters, for certain death. And you had an eerie suspicion that the Usurper’s method of choice to place you into the hands of the Stranger would likely be more fiery in nature than merciful. None of you, not even the children, would be likely to escape the resulting flames of his ire.

Harwin’s grip on your hand tightened. It should have been almost uncomfortable, but at that moment, it was particularly grounding.

“She will. If war is to come, so be it. But when the grounds have been scorched, the flames have dwindled, and when nothing but embers are all that remain, Rhaenyra will be the one atop the Iron Throne.”

You let out a joyless laugh. “You say it so simply. It almost makes me want to believe you.”

“Then believe.”

Something about Harwin’s insistent and clearly intentional flippancy of the matter did wonders to shatter the tension that had been built. You let out a half-heartedly frustrated huff and turned to look at him with narrow eyes.

“You are far braver than I to place so much faith in Rhaenyra’s imminent victory.”

“Nay, I doubt that very much… Although, perhaps I am better at feigning my courage.”

Despite everything, you found a small genuine smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. “Perhaps you have chosen the wrong path in life then. A fancy for acting would have suited a traveling performer far better than it would a lord.”

Harwin grimaced playfully, the thought crafting a rather amusing image in both of your minds. Harwin, in colorful garments, performing dramatically, and most definitely comedically, for an audience? It was impossible not to snicker at the thought.

“Though you propose quite the humorous painting of my life, taking such a path as that would not have led me to you.”

“Some would argue that there is more to life than finding love, Harwin.”

“Perhaps some would. But a life without love, and a life without you, is not one I’d care to live.”

You smiled through the overwhelming feeling his flattery so often bestowed upon you.

“Shall I?” Harwin questioned, raising Queen Alicent’s letter with his free hand.

The flames in the fireplace across the room were very demure by then, but certainly still hot enough to fulfill Harwin’s intent. Once you confirmed your consent with a quick nod, Harwin rose from the bed for the second time, letter in hand.

As he approached the fire, your mind felt suddenly more at ease. Harwin was willing to admit that supporting Rhaenyra was not without risk- but you both knew it was the honorable thing to do. Loyalty was earned, not bought. Rhaenyra had won the loyalty of House Strong and House Tyrell before either you or Harwin had ever had a true say in the matter. Your queen’s victory was not guaranteed, but Harwin was confident in her ultimate success. It was hard not to take heart from his steadfast belief.

But as soon as Harwin tossed the letter into the fire, and the parchment began to light aflame before being reduced to ash, words from your last conversation with the dowager queen echoed in recesses of your mind.

“…When loyalties become one’s only purpose for being, you will be lost to the bigger cause. Your loved ones will soon be as good as dust, if they weren't already.”

You shook the eerie thought from your mind as Harwin returned to bed with a smile on his face.

“Now,” he began, plopping rather unceremoniously back onto the mattress. His unruly curls fell haphazardly into his face as he propped up his arm to support his head. Finally, he turned to face you. “How are we to convey our unyielding support to the queen? A formal letter, signed and sealed? A dramatic declaration before the court?... Or, presenting her with Otto Hightower’s head on a spike, perhaps?”

You rolled your eyes with light hearted scoff as you turned over and mirrored his posture. “No such theatrics will be required, I’m afraid. She intends to call a council meeting tomorrow morning. Our attendance will be sufficient in reassuring her that she has our support.”

Harwin hummed thoughtfully, his eyes glistening and soft smile unwavering as he looked over at you. “Why, morning can’t be more than a few hours away by now…”

You reached over to absentmindedly brush some of his curls up and away from his face. “So it would seem.”

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence.

“Now would be the most opportune time to rest,” Harwin admitted. “‘Tis almost a shame I do not feel tired in the slightest.”

“Is it?”

Harwin eyed you unabashedly, and without a trace of shame. “No.”

A freeing laugh escaped your lips as he unceremoniously pulled you closer to him, his lips brushing against your neck.

Unlike what felt like a leisurely pace of a day before, something in the air of the new dawn suggested that something meaningful was about to transpire on Dragonstone.

The shared guest chambers of young Tyrell-Strong lords, while nearly cavernous in nature due to the dark and cold stone walls, were still comfortable enough. And despite the rather eventful last few weeks, Derrik found that he had slept more easily there than he could recall in all his recent memory. With the warmer weather and changing season rapidly approaching, the luxurious furs provided were more than sufficient to keep warm. And that was just as well- fire of any sorts still left Derrik, and his younger brother Selwin, feeling fidgety and anxious. And leaving any fire unattended, even a small one, whilst they slept was simply not an option.

The fire at Harrenhal had been many years ago. Some of the finer details of that night had been lost to memory, but some of the more harrowing moments Derrik had seen that night were stuck with him still. The horrid images had never strayed too far from his mind.

Perhaps they never would.

After a surprisingly fruitful night of rest, Derrik and Selwin had risen on their own before the sun. Without much direction otherwise, it was not long before the elder of the two suggested they meander back out into Dragonstone’s halls. Selwin had been a bit apprehensive about it, just as he had been the day before. But a few quick words of reassurance from Derrik was all the motivation his younger brother needed to ultimately agree. It wasn’t that Derrik desired to cause trouble- it was quite the opposite, in fact. Besides, Selwin was far more inherently likely to find himself in mischief than Derrik ever had been.

But something was brewing within the realm, and even on Dragonstone, isolated from the mainland, he could feel it just the same. And as Prince Daemon had so tactlessly pointed out the night before, Derrik was near the age his father Harwin had been when he had first come to King’s Landing. His father’s knightship had followed shortly thereafter.

It wasn’t a knighthood Derrik sought, but the Rogue Prince’s comment had reiterated what Derrik had known for some time: he was no longer a child. Most anyone in the realm, if asked, would readily agree that he was a man. Even if he was a considerably young one at that.

And with the realm on the fringes of war, he longed to be more. He wished to be more than some entitled young lord idly passing the time, waiting in the periphery of the political arena until the Stranger met with one of his parents and the torch was finally passed off to him. Be it House Strong or House Tyrell, the holdings of one was to be his inheritance. So too would be the name. And Derrik longed to be of use in whatever way he could to help his family and secure their safety- their survival.

Though some holed up just across Blackwater Bay, over in King’s Landing, there were no immediate enemies to stand up against. Even if there were, Dragonstone was as well-guarded and patrolled as the Red Keep at the moment.

All of this led Derrik to the inevitable conclusion that the most viable way in which he could be of use to the family was to conduct a bit of information reconnaissance.

The rising sun’s rays had yet to reach most parts of the castle as the Strong boys’ soft footsteps echoed off the stone corridors. Though many armed guards were undoubtedly awake and about, if the queen and the rest of the royal family had yet to rise, it was easy to infer that the protectors would be more centralized near their living quarters instead.

They had come across the kitchens during their perusal of Dragonstone the day before. What had seemed like an observation of little import at the time had proved to be quite the opposite come the new day.

Because of their intent, or perhaps by just pure sheer luck, Derrik and Selwin made it to the kitchens without having been detected. As the boys descended the stairs on light feet, all the usual sounds of a kitchen coming alive could be heard from within the archway at the bottom of the landing. There was an unspoken balance to be struck- the two knew they needed to close enough to the bottom of the stairs to hear anything of significance, but the closer they drew, the more they risked being seen from those within. Regardless, it was a hurdle that both of the Strong boys were mutually agreeable to tackle.

Once they could reasonably hear the voices from within the kitchens, Derrik silently gestured for Selwin to follow his lead. The two pressed their backs against the nearby wall in an effort to remain out of view. After a few more careful paces forward, the two paused and listened with bated breath.

“... -Maester Gerardys has requested hot water be brought where?”

“The Sea Dragon Tower.”

“But I have already taken out all the pots of hot water the royal family requires for the morning. Why must I drag another all the way over there? Aren’t our guests being accommodated in the Windwyrm?”

"The Sea Dragon Tower is where they have put him.”

“Him?”

“The Sea Snake!”

At this, Derrick exchanged an intrigued look with his younger brother briefly as the conversation from within the kitchens continued.

“The Sea Snake? When did he arrive?”

“His ship docked no more than a few hours ago. Her Grace the Queen thought it best to keep his lodgings closeby to her own.”

That was not surprising to Derrik at all. It was an ill-kept secret that Lord Corlys’s fleet and well-seasoned sailors would be a boon of great magnitude to whichever Targaryen he ultimately chose to support in their vye for the Iron Throne.

“Princess Rhaenys has been with him since they arrived; I heard she refuses to leave his side. Poor woman. She might just be one of the strongest women in all the Seven Kingdoms, but I have always said her only weaknesses were her husband and their children- gods rest their souls.”

“How does Lord Corlys fare? Does Maester Gerardys think he will live?”

“He suspects as much. Although, with all the great hopes placed in his healing capabilities, I do not know if he would dare say otherwise, even if it were true. Regardless, as it stands, Maester Gerardys says the wounds are certain to haunt Lord Corlys for the rest of his days.”

“Do you think he will be well enough to attend the council meeting Her Grace has called today?”

A meeting with the queen’s council was to be held? That was news to Derrik. Judging by the surprised look on his face, it was news to Selwin as well.

“Perhaps. Maester Gerardys said he was lucid at some point, although it comes and goes. If he is awake, I am certain Lord Corlys will at least make an attempt to be present. Although, I would not be surprised if Princess Rhaenys does not try to dissuade him, if only to ensure he continues to get some rest.”

“Well, the Sea Snake’s presence at her council meeting is not the only one Her Grace will be anticipating, I would venture.”

“Whatever do you mean?”

“I ought not tell-”

“Then you best not.”

“-However, yesterday morning, I had gone to the queen’s chambers to retrieve the pots of hot water that I had brought in earlier that morning. When I arrived, the doors were closed, and I realized that Her Grace was present.”

“And so, you left, so as not to disturb her?”

“That was my original intent. But then I overheard Her Grace from within, and she was speaking to another-”

A gasp. “Surely you did not-”

“-I did not mean to, but my curiosity got the best of me, I suppose. I overheard Her Grace speaking with Lady Tyrell.”

“That is what all this fuss is about? Why, that is hardly surprising at all. The two of them are known to be close.”

“The Usurper knows this as well. Apparently, Dowager Queen Alicent sent Lady Tyrell and Lord Strong peace terms on his behalf, all in the hopes of persuading them to join his side, and to turn cloak against Her Grace.”

Another, if not more appalling, surprise. After another quick glance at his younger brother, he determined that Selwin looked just as disturbed at the notion as Derrik felt. Neither of their parents had made any mention of such terms… not that he would have wanted them to, or believed they would, ever accept such an offer.

“That is a bold move, to be sure, particularly when their family is being hosted by Her Grace here. But how is any of it relevant to the council meeting today?”

“Her Grace strongly advised Lady Tyrell to discuss the matter thoroughly with Lord Strong. If they attend the council meeting today, she will interpret that as reassurance that she has both of their houses’ support.”

“... And if Lady Tyrell and Lord Strong do not attend the council meeting?”

“Her Grace shall have her answer either way.”

“Please?”

A moment of silence was followed by a soft, yet regretful, sigh.

“I am sorry, but I do not think it wise.”

The hopeful looks on Derrik and Selwin’s faces fell. In the chambers their parents were given for their own accommodations, it appeared that you and Harwin had had great success in making yourselves feel right at home. The two of you sat at the table near the fireplace, breaking your fast. On Harwin’s lap, Luciya sat with a smile, taking food off of his plate as she pleased.

The scene was not unlike one Derrik might have witnessed at home. But Highgarden was leagues away. And beneath the seemingly calm exterior, he could sense something was amiss between you. The sun had just risen, and yet, your shoulders were tense. Even Harwin, who was normally quite expressive and joyful around Luciya, was more quiet and reserved than normal.

Not even Derrik’s revelation that the Sea Snake had arrived in Dragonstone, and was believed to attend said council meeting, was enough to sway you to give in to your sons’ request. It did, however, cause a look of surprise to flash across your and Harwin’s faces- a fact that Derrik allowed himself to take some small joy from.

“How did you learn of the council meeting?” you inquired, raising an inquisitive eyebrow at your sons as you refilled your goblet.

“I- We- It is of little consequence,” Derrik sputtered, ultimately deciding against confessing the truth, lest he lose all of his leverage, existing and potential. “The queen has called for one, has she not?”

“She has,” you answered carefully.

“And you and Father have been invited to attend?”

“Aye,” Harwin supplied.

“Will you attend the meeting?” Selwin chimed in. “We know the Usurper and Dowager Queen Alicent have sent you terms to try and win your support. Do you mean to accept them?”

You cleared your throat, narrowly avoiding choking on what Derrik suspected was wine. Once you had regained your composure, your lips settled into a frown.

Across the table from you, Harwin did a double take, though he was still mindful to steady Luciya as he did so. “How did the two of you come to learn about the dowager queen’s letter?”

“What terms the Usurper offered in exchange for the support of House Tyrell and House Strong?”

“Does it matter?” Selwin countered, giving Derrik a look of bewilderment. “We cannot accept them!”

“We?” You echoed, chuckling dryly. “I do not recall the two of you being addressed in the dowager queen’s letter. It was only addressed to your father and I. Was it not, Dearest?”

Harwin merely hummed, seemingly finding Lucyia’s attempt to snag a loaf of bread off his plate suddenly far more interesting than the conversation at hand. After a moment of her struggling, he gave her a helping hand, ripping off a portion of the loaf and depositing it into her small hands swiftly. The frown upon your lips softened, eventually giving way to a fond smile as you watched the scene from across the table.

“It may not have been addressed to us, but if you intend to agree to them-” Derrik held out a hand to stop his brother from protesting beside him- “we deserve a say in that decision as well.”

The room fell into a brief, uneasy silence. It was not often that any of you had argued with one another. Every family had squabbles, or at the very least disagreements, and your family was no exception. Even so, disagreements were a rare occurrence. You and Harwin had instilled respect and understanding in both Derrik and Selwin from a young age. Discussion, not aversion, of problems had always been the example set for the Strong boys.

But the stressful events over the past few weeks, combined with tiring travel and an undeniable uncertainty about the future, weighed very heavily over you all. And Derrik knew that if he did not redirect the conversation, and soon, an argument would be the least of his concerns. Stirring up unnecessary strife would not be helpful in the slightest, particularly when to be of help was the only thing he had had on his mind that morning.

“Is that so?”

Though you appeared somewhat affronted, based on your raised eyebrows, crossed arms,and puffed up chest, the neutrality of your tone betrayed you. You might have been asking Derrik to explain his rationale- but you were not demanding it. Instead of forcing him into a corner he had so neatly placed himself in front of, it almost seemed as though you were giving him an opportunity to free himself. It was as though you were posing a challenge to him.

A test.

“Selwin and I’s cooperation with the terms are essential to the Usurper’s proposal, are they not?”

When the contemplative look on your face faltered slightly, Derrik’s assumption was proven correct. Though you recovered quickly enough, he took the opportunity your slip presented to press on.

“You and Father are too close to the queen. Perhaps Aegon is as daft as everyone jests him to be, but anyone with their wits about them would know that Otto Hightower is anything but. And if he is counseling the Usurper, he would be certain to impart to his liege that, should you and Father be welcomed back into his good graces, Aegon would be foolish to trust the two of you outright. However, if Selwin and I were to be installed in your places-”

“I will admit to this,” you interjected, holding up a hand. “Dowager Queen Alicent does mean to displace us both. After we will have sworn our allegiance to Aegon, she would have your father and I renounce our titles. But what would transpire with the succession beyond that is not what the two of you may think.”

Selwin asked quietly, “What would happen?”

You looked away from Derrik then, turning to Selwin with a softer look in your eyes. Though the root of which was still unknown to either of the Strong boys, you offered Selwin a sympathetic smile. “‘Tis nothing I would burden you with the details of, My Darling.”

“And far too insulting to repeat,” Harwin agreed under his breath, breaking off another piece of bread from the loaf and handing it over to Luciya.

Anxiously, Derrik prodded, “So, you will not accept the Usurper’s offer?”

“No.” Your attention shifted once more to Harwin, who gave you a reassuring nod that was so subtle, Derrik might have missed it, had he been looking anywhere else. “As we have sworn to do many years ago, your father and I will support Rhaenyra as the one true Queen of the Seven Kingdoms… But as for the two of you, neither of you have yet made any such oaths. And as long as that remains true, your presence at the council meeting this morning will not be required.”

Gods, you were stubborn. Fortunately for Derrik, it was a trait he had inherited from you. A trait he was rather proud of.

“It may not be required, but let us attend anyway. Let us observe, let us help. I wish to be more than a mere pawn in all of this. As much as you and father may try, neither of you can protect us forever. If the realm is to go to war, we will be vulnerable. It is time for you to teach us what you kno, and to help prepare us for the responsibilities that Selwin and I will one day inherit. Arm us with the tools and knowledge that we need to fight for this family… to survive.”

For a few long moments, all was quiet, save the soft crackling of the nearby fire. Harwin’s eyes flickered between Derrik and Selwin, and you. However, your focus was reserved for your sons alone. Your eyes narrowed, your lips in a tight line, the look on your face was ruminative. 

Meanwhile, Derrik stood tall. He met your strong gaze with what he hoped was a look just as firm. Selwin shifted on his feet beside him, visibly uneasy with the tension.

Even Luciya went still in Harwin’s lap, her interest in the food having been temporarily abandoned in favor of taking in the suddenly silent shift in the room. Her wide eyes flitted to Harwin, to you, and to Derrik and Selwin with a speed Derrik had not thought was possible.

  …

Finally, you rose from your seat. Wordlessly, you stepped around the table, plucked Luciya from Harwin’s hold and settled her into your own arms. Then, you turned, and walked across the room. You came to a stop before your two sons, and gave them each an appraising look.

“So often you are soft spoken. It has been far too easy for it to slip my mind just how clever you truly are,” you told Derrik, gentle pride lacing your tone. “But I needed this reminder. As I also needed to be reminded that you and Selwin are no longer boys, but young men… Will the two of you forgive me?”

Derrik did not hesitate. “There is nothing to forgive, Mother. I know you mean well.”

“And still, I will strive to do better,” you promised the both of them. Balancing Luciya in one arm, you reached out with the other, and grasped one of Derrik’s hands in your own to punctuate your point. After a brief squeeze of his hand, which Derrik could only interpret as a form of gratitude, you turned to Selwin.

Selwin watched silently as you smoothed out the collar of his doublet, which had likely gotten disheveled during the escapade to the kitchens earlier. Once you were satisfied with your efforts, you smiled at him, sparking a smile that mirrored your own to be returned.

“See to it that you tidy yourselves up a bit before the council meeting. It would not do for any member of House Tyrell or House Strong to appear anything less than impeccable.”

“Yes, Mother,” Selwin vowed, his smile deepening as he and Derrik’s victory had begun to be realized within his mind.

“And do not speak unless you are spoken to,” you added seriously. “We narrowly avoided a spat with the Rogue Prince last night, but I do not believe we are fortunate enough to get away with such a feat twice in two dawns.”

Derrik nodded obediently. “We shall keep quiet.”

“Good… Now, I ought to return Luciya to Bryna’s care.” You raised your daughter further up on your hip, and met her inquisitive gaze. “Unless you wish to attend the council meeting as well, Sweetling?”

Luciya said nothing, and once she realized that all eyes were upon her, she turned and shyly buried her head into your shoulder. Laughingly lightly, you smiled at your sons once more before heading towards the door.

Once you had disappeared from view, Derrik waited an additional few moments to allow for you to make your way down the corridor. Once he was certain he would not be overheard, Derrik turned to Harwin and raised an eyebrow.

“We could have used your support, Father.” For a moment, Derrik had lost all hope that you would make any concessions at all.

Harwin merely smirked. “You should know well by now that your Mother and I are of the same mind on most matters. And even when we were not, I have better sense than to question her judgment in front of the two of you…. There are not many things in this life that instill any sort of fear within me, my sons, but the wrath of your mother is certainly one of them. I can only hope you heed this lesson for when you have wives of your own one day.”

Selwin rolled his eyes playfully as he crossed the room to take the seat that you had abandoned. Derrik followed after him at a leisurely pace.

“Besides,” Harwin continued, pausing briefly to finish off his goblet of wine, “I was led to believe, as young men, that the two of you were more than capable of having a simple conversation with your mother, no?”

Derrik groaned tiredly at his father’s light hearted teasing.

A/N: Thank you for reading!🖤 Next part is planned to be posted 11/23.

#harwin strong #harwin strong x reader #house of the dragon #ser harwin strong #ser harwin strong x reader #ser harwin strong x y/n #ser harwin strong x you #harwin strong x y/n #harwin strong x you #hbo #ryan corr #hotd #got #house of the dragon fanfiction #house of the dragon fanfic #game of thrones fanfiction #game of thrones fanfic #harwin strong fanfiction #harwin strong fanfic #ser harwin strong fanfiction #ser harwin strong fanfic

[meliora-box]

Ghoap Family AU :)

Cw: slight MW3 spoilers, ABO(or Trans!Soap whichever you want)

After that close call with setting off the bomb, Ghost absolutely refuses for that to happen again, so he begged and pleaded with Soap to please stay behind, because he can’t live with himself if death actually does take his Johnny away from him, and to his surprise Johnny actually agreed.

They go on leave, back to their nice house in rural Scotland, and a month into their leave they found out they were expecting a baby, which was why Johnny spent most of the mornings super sick and being super sensitive to certain smells (example: Simon’s cologne, to both their dismays)

Of course Simon stays home with him, after telling the rest of the team what was going on (Gaz immediately begged to take role of uncle), and they found out they were having a baby girl, to which Simon happy sobbed at, because he’s always wanted a daughter. They get her nursery prepared, clothes, toys, crib and baby swing ready, and they both loved getting the stuff ready for her.

It wasn’t until when Johnny was 6 months in did Simon get the news he has to get back into the field, as they have a new lead on Makarov. And Simon at first refused, as the baby was supposed to arrive in 3 months, but Johnny told him to go, that he’ll be ok and he’ll go stay with his family so he won’t be alone. Finally after a long talk, Simon goes back to the field, for 2 whole months.

The team is flying back to base after finally defeating Makarov, which gave Simon the chance to finally turn his phone back on, as he hasn’t talked to his partner in a few weeks.

Right as he turned his phone back on, hundreds of missed calls and messages flooded his phone to his surprise. The first messages he looked at was from Johnny,

“I went into labor early, something wrong with my blood pressure. Please respond as fast as you can, I don’t know what to do, Si.”

Of course Simon panicked, this was from last week! Surely he can’t have gone into labor early, he was only 8 months pregnant at this point, is he and the baby ok? So Simon calls his mother in law, who he last received a text from yesterday, telling him to call as fast as he can. They talked, his mother in law said both his husband and daughter were perfectly fine, despite the baby being 4 weeks early, to which he sighs in relief at.

He spots both his mother in law and Johnny, who was holding a small bundle in his arms. And he didn’t care that Price, Gaz, or whoever the hell was right there, he snatched his skull mask off his face and ran to his partner and *very gently* pulled him in for a hug, and kissed every inch of his face, while muttering apologies for not being there for him, while Johnny just laughs in relief.

Johnny pulled away first, pulling the blanket down to reveal a tiny newborn baby girl, full head of dark hair and peacefully sleeping in her parents hold. To which Simon just stared in awe at her, and how tiny she looked even in Johnny’s arms.

“Isla Elizabeth, you know, your mum’s name.” He said with a smile, already settling baby Isla into Simon’s, now without the gloves, arms.

And Simon just cries, holding his baby girl so gently, marveling at how small she was in his arms, tinnier as she’s a premie. She gently shifts in his hold, getting used to the new person who’s holding her, and she opens her eyes, dark brown eyes exactly like his, exactly like his mothers, and he just sobs more.

Years later, when Isla is already 5 years old, Simon and Johnny find out they’re having another baby, well more like babies.

“You asshole, how the hell did you get me knocked up with twins?!” Johnny would yell at Simon, chasing him around the house with a slipper while Simon runs away trying not to laugh, while Isla runs after them, laughing loudly, not understanding what’s going on but just wanting to be involved in what seemed like fun to her.

Aaaaand that’s it! Yall can tell I rushed at the end with this, but in my excuse Its 12am and I’m sleepy😭😭

#soapghost #ghostsoap #ghoap #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap family Au

[fixfoxnox]

could you give alerudy fic rec’s? I’ve been trying to find good ones where they’re the main pair, but man is it difficult. (sorry about the red text tumblr dark mode is being difficult rn)

I will indeed! Fair warning none of these are terribly long (there aren't a lot of longer AleRudy-focused fics in general) and a lot of them are NSFW/feature NSFW

My literal favorite AleRudy fic that I've ever read is this one called The Tailor's Son by IJustWannaAskSomething. It's an alternative backstory for how they meet and fall in love and it is genuinely one of the best fics that I think I've read in the fandom in general. It's Rudy focused (which I love) and is just super fluffy with not a drop of angst in sight!

I've mentioned before, but I love the AleRudy dynamic of Rudy who has been living with his feelings for so long and handles them through hookups. My favorite one of these is i could be your holy ghost by tippytulip. It features a first chapter with a little Rudy x Soap action and some Jealous Alejandro. This fic is NSFW and also Rudy-focused!!

What Love Does To A Man by Hentaiisgreat123 is just a cute little fluffy one shot between these two with Alejandro being head over heels for Rudy (as it was meant to be). No NSFW, just cute guys being cute and in love!

Okay so, this next one was (I think) meant to be an entire fic, but the author has only written one chapter and, considering it was posted in February, it may not be getting another update. That being said, I hate the weird stigma that has popped up of people shitting on unfinished/abandoned fics and avoiding them all together. Some of the best fics I've read have been unfinished. The concept and first chapter of this fic stand alone fairly well as is, and it's good enough that I think people should take a chance to read it. It is Relax, Colonel by WinkEyeTightenTie. Also NSFW!!!

My Dear Husband (Marry Me Again) by your_executioner is a cute little isekai/alternate universe's crossing type of fic. Essentially when Rudy almost dies in the fire from the game, he somehow get transported over to an alternate universe where he and Alejandro are married! Super cute, slightly angsty. Just a good quick fic of Alejandro and Rudy being pushed into action by a universe where their other versions have their shit together lol

me gustas tu by ghvstsymphvny is a story that essentially gives its own backstory for how Alejandro and Rudy met and how they finally decided to get their shit together. It's a fairly angsty fic (though you won't be able to tell at first) and does feature Valeria as Alejandro's ex as part of the backstory. Very good read!!

The Course of Fire by Kabbal (Aledane) is a 5 +1 fic that is essentially 5 times of Alejandro being whipped then the one time that he finally does something about it. It's cute, slight bit of angst in the middle, and spicy toward the end. I love it and I love Alejandro being whipped for Rudy which is what this fic provides!!

Now for two straight up NSFW Fics I've enjoyed:

Save a Dream, Ride Me by LazyOne. Rudy gets a cowboy hat and slowly drives Alejandro insane with it. Nuff said.

One Night (Tonight) by MoMoMomma. AleRudy ABO fic where Graves says some shit about Rudy to Alejandro while he's captured and it sets Alejandro off :) This is genuinely one of my favorite NSFW fics that I've read for the ship and I stop at it literally every time I go through the tag to reread. Just the concept is so good dudes

#thoughts with luke #you asked luke #luke's fic recs #alejandro x rudy #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #alerudy

[reallyromealone]

BONTEN MASTERLIST

Mute reader ☁️

Reader gets turned into a baby☁️🍼🌟

Himbo reader🌟☁️💖

Drunk pick up lines🌟☁️💖

Drunk pick up lines 2🌟☁️💖

Drunk reader 3 🌟☁️💖

First day of school ☁️🍼

Single dad! Reader x Bonten🌟☁️🔪

BONTEN x house husband reader cuddles 🌟☁️💖

Naughty text🌟⚠️💖

Dad!Bonten x volleyball playing son reader ☁️🍼

Volleyball player reader 2 electric boogaloo ☁️🍼

Baby sees dead people ☁️🍼🔪

Baby sees dead people 2 ☁️🍼🔪

Dad!bonten x son reader proposals ☁️🍼

Beach day! ☁️🍼

Readers day off 🌟☁️💖

Demon reader goes to the zoo 🌟☁️💖

Reader praising bonten to cat 🌟☁️

Italian mechanic 🌟☁️

Dino onsie ☁️🍼

Reader sneaks out Dad bonten ☁️🍼

Sick baby reader ☁️🍼

Another sick reader ☁️🍼

Mountain man! Reader 🌟☁️

Dad! bonten x puppy persona! Toddler reader ☁️🍼

Baby fever house husband reader 🌟☁️

BONTEN trio x dilf reader 🌟☁️💖

Asexual reader 🌟☁️

Newest member 🌟☁️💖

Parrot reader ☁️🍼

Cupcakke 🌟☁️💖

Super baby ☁️🍼

Master negotiator 🌟☁️💖

Sugar daddy! 🌟☁️💖

Todoroki reader! ☁️🍼

Recruiting the eldest Haitani 🌟☁️💖

Readers boyfriend serenades him ☁️🍼💖

Hair cuts! 🌟☁️💖

Phones!☁️🍼

Drunken grievances 🌟☁️💖🔪

Back to you Diane! ☁️🍼

Grocery!" ☁️🍼

Pocket mysteries ☁️🍼

Gang son ☁️🍼

Christmas tree ☁️🍼

Stylish hair! 🌟☁️💖

Gala☁️🍼

Trees ☁️🍼

Wisdom teeth ☁️💖🌟

Happy birthday 🌟💖☁️

Birthday ☁️🍼

Silver tin 🍼☁️

Meetings ☁️🍼

School meeting ABO ☁️🌟💖🔪

School meetings 2 ☁️💖🌟🔪

School meetings 3. 💖🌟☁️

Snow white reader ☁️🍼

First words ☁️🍼

Body issues 💖🌟🔪☁️

Locked in 🍼☁️

Hoard. ☁️🍼

Sorry we ruined your stash. ☁️🍼

Hair cut. ☁️🍼

Fly. 🍼☁️

Whipped cream 🍼☁️

Bratty heats 🌟💖⚠️☁️ A/B/O

Hair cut 2 electric Boogaloo ☁️🍼

Cookies ☁️🍼

Neglected baby. ☁️🍼

Time out ☁️🍼🔪?

Pressure ☁️

Neglectful nanny 🔪☁️🍼

Just a hoodie. ☁️💖🌟

Big brother lawyer. ☁️🌟

Kindergarten teacher ☁️🌟

Bad baby food ☁️🍼

Scenting stuff A/B/O 💖🌟☁️

Forgotten birthday 🔪☁️

Softest hair ☁️🌟💖

McDonald's ☁️🍼

RanRinKaku with a sweet boyfriend 💖🌟☁️

A new friend ☁️🍼

Balloons! ☁️🍼

Loud noises. 💖🌟🔪☁️

Meeting Shoyo ☁️teen reader

Pidgeons 🍼☁️

Lost 🍼☁️

Tiny dog dad 🌟☁️

Womb tattoo A/B/O 🌟💖☁️⚠️?

Gravity baby 🍼☁️

Buff himbo House husband ☁️💖🌟

Sexy texts 🌟💖☁️⚠️

Pocket monsters ☁️🍼

Ninja baby 🍼☁️

Meeting their son A/B/O ☁️🌟💖

Bonten trio x dilf reader 2💖🌟☁️

Forgotten pills omegaverse 🌟💖☁️🔪

Forgotten pills omegaverse ☁️🌟💖🔪

#mikey tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #bonten x reader

[rarepears]

April 2023 Masterpost

shen qingqiu adopts a pregnant cat; luo binghe Misunderstand everything AU

surely there’s some sort of plant that can be grown on the burial mound other than radishes au

Endeavor x mbj AU

shen jiu's fan satisfaction meter AU

madam wen married Yue qingyuan after his husband’s unfortunate death to control his unruly stepsons AU

bleach abo - Ichigo presents as an omega after losing his powers AU

give me that Architect X Sung Jinwoo fic idea because i need this weird AF au to exist

a transmigrator transmigrates into peak lord ming fan and messes up mdzs AU

geralt transmigrates into mobei jun au

the Cang Qiong food fight AU

batman gets a lap dog named after him AU

Shang Qinghua is actually a god… and he still wrote PIDW AU

Yue Qingyuan has two sons... who are reincarnated with memories! Shen Yuan and Shang Qinghua au

endeavor x gin

SVSSS X Yu-Gi-Oh where SY finds an ancient Chinese fan that contains the spirit of SJ AU

tywin lannister x sung jinwoo

time traveling obi wan pretends to be a professor specializing in the study of the Jedi Order au

sung jinwoo somehow ends up dating kim kardashian au 

wen ruohan recruits shen jiu into the wen sect before yue qingyuan finds shen jiu au

Shen Jiu is forced into an arranged marriage to an Arabian Prince AU

where OPM!SY au is actually one punch man! shen yuan AU

shen jiu gets a thirsty onlyfans system so he never goes to cang qiong au

Jiang Cheng finds out that qi qingqi X yu ziyuan was once a Thing while he finds himself a cultivation partner from Cang Qiong AU

han yoojin x liu qingge: aka the sugardaddy! liu qingge AU

isshin kurosaki x endeavor aka ichigo gets the todoroki shouto as his stepbrother AU

Gojo Satoru as Skull de Mort (KHR) AU

imagine good old Gandalf transmigrating into Old Palace Master... au

Nie Mingjue X Meng Yao - married AU

Moshang reverse AU where SQH is a fictional demon lord and MBJ is the peak lord that wrote him AU

if the Qing generation was written like they are the millennial gen and their disciples gen z… AU

luo binghe and the Super Saiyan poodle look au

SVSSS x Journey To the West AU

endeavor x ukitake

toshiro hitsugaya (bleach) x endeavor (BNHA) au

when SY transmigrates into SQQ; shen jiu transmigrates into airplane’s body and airplane transmigrates into shen yuan’s old body AU

squalo superbi was reborn as katsuki bakugou au

#masterpost #masterlist #svsss #mxtx #star wars #the untamed #mdzs #bleach #bnha #boku no hero acedamia #the scum villain's self saving system #khr #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

[kairiscorner]

tired husband miguel o'hara request is fulfilled ! 🫂

keep em coming babes, i got time, ideas, and a head that's super delulu 👉👈

ALSO THANK YOU ANON, INGAT RIN PO KAYO <333

#miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #miguel o’hara x reader #character ai #c.ai #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #atsv imagines #atsv

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

A God's Gift

⚔️ All Previous Parts Here ⚔️

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO (knots, slick, mpreg), Viking/god Col, fae Dom, birth chapter, somewhat graphic descriptions of birth, Big Warning™️ for momentary fear of losing a child (it's only for a moment but if you're sensitive skip please, take care of yourself!), scared Dom, strong Col, drug use (sort of), siren song, accidentally cuming untouched, hand job, helpful big brother Cia, super helpful Tom, Col discovering his power, panic, biting/marking, teasing, babies ☠️ rating: mature/explicit ☠️ shared ideas by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

"I- I don't know if I can do this!" Tom's voice was a harsh whisper in his lover's ear, his hands were squeezing the halfling's wrist tight. "And gods I definitely can't do this! Look at him Mush. He's so strong but they are trying to break him!"

Modig's eyes were a little wide but he still almost laughed. "You think the babes that insidious?" He hummed back, pressing a soft kiss to his mate's sweat wet temple. "Dom can and will do this and sweetheart-" He bit back a chuckle as he pressed his palm over the selkie's small bump. "It's a bit late for that."

They'd been locked in what was fast becoming a sweat lodge for hours. Tom was starting to genuinely worry for his best friend. They had to light their fires it grew so late and though the babe fought sleep valiantly he eventually succumbed and was curled around his mother's belly. Dom was attempting rest but the pains were growing too close, they could tell even Kol'son was starting to get anxious. They'd thought with so many they'd just push each other out from the pressure but no. They weren't sure if they were holding each other back or if it was just slow labor. Technically he wasn't even meant to be in it yet.

Kol worried for his mate and he worried for their friends- he could hear them whispering, the hut wasn't that big. All he could do was pet through his wife's hair or rub his back. He was trying to be comforting and yet his children were refusing to come out. As his fear grew his power did as well. He could feel it pulsing in the room like a live thing. The beast inside him was scratching to get out, demanding that he shift and let the wolf lure them out, but Dom had asked him to stay and he would help in any way he could.

The siren started to whimper in his half asleep state, the next wave of pain building fast. "Da-mmm-" Dom whined, groping around for his husband's hand. He was stripped down by this point, laying directly on his best friend's fur. "Summat feels- f- fuck!" His voice broke in a cry and suddenly a new scent joined the other's clouding the room. Kol's nostrils flared and his ear tried to twitch, it was almost a noise he could hear when his mate's water finally broke.

"What now?" Tom asked but a calm came over him. He only let himself panic when Dom was resting. He never failed his prince, no matter what he was feeling. Even though their relationship had shifted so drastically since finding a home, that hadn't. He moved to crouch behind him and when his knees hit so much wet he cursed under his breath. "That now. I see. Damhnaic, will you kneel for me?" He tried to ask gently but when he didn't move an inch Tom moved instead. His gaze met Kol's, their eyes locking for just a moment but that was all it took. "Get your arse up brat prince. Would you like their first impression of you to be how bloody weak you are?" He slipped into their old tongue, something to comfort and rile the boy.

Dom's eyes had never snapped open so fast and when he moved next it was to turn and slap his kin's shoulder. The jerky movement made something ache even worse in his belly and he cried out, thankful when his god caught him carefully. The moment their skin touched though, the second Kol'son pulled him chest to chest a heat washed over him that he knew was his daidí's power. It plunged through him, calming his mind and warming his heart. When it rushed through his belly he felt those butterflies flare and he was surprised that even his arousal reacted. His body was needy for something, it was just too overwhelmed to know what. When those reflective jade eyes landed on his love's he wasn't surprised to see that in-between violet that happened when Kol fought his shift. He was surprised though by the noise they heard next, a small soft howl.

Kol didn't mean to jump but when he felt warm fur brush his leg there was a small part of him that thought 'spider!' and reacted. When he looked down though he was glad he didn't move to brush it away because it certainly wasn't an arachnid. No… "Ciarán?" He asked and the blonde pup next to him yipped. It was strange, he no longer felt the intense need to shift and it hit him all at once. "Um… I think I did that." He mumbled sheepishly as he met his wife's steady glare.

"Ya fink?"

"Um… with the-"

"Wiv the magic? Yeah. Caught tha'. Wha' the fuck Kols?"

The chieftain was surprised they were able to have a tiff in the middle of everything happening but when Dom got frustrated he had it out right then and there. Even as a thrall he'd been obstinate. No matter how many spankings he gave him his wife would always be a brat and he loved every second. "I didn't mean to! I was trying to help you."

"Yeah? 'Ow- 'ow- so-oh gods!" Those pinprick fangs clenched tight and Dom's body shook as felt something inside him move.

"There we go, good boy. Just spread your legs. You certainly know how to do that." Tom mumbled as he helped his best friend get his legs better positioned under him. They all laughed, even Dom somehow, but it was such a pained noise it hurt his heart.

"Fink you such a badarse alpha- making me pup shift and me- me fucking- bastard!" Dom was worked up and truly thankful for it. It was far easier handling that much pain when full of frustration. It felt like he had something to prove, though he wasn't sure what. "Pick 'im up! Tha' whine gonna break me 'eart." He whimpered before biting gently at his lover's mating mark. Something about the shape of it soothed the fear and pain. It helped. Everything about the man helped.

Kol'son rolled his eyes, he wanted to be focusing on Dom but he scooped up their tiny pup and plopped him over his shoulder. A small pink wiggly tongue licked the tears off Dom's cheeks and in the midst of his pain the siren smiled. "Ya know… he's pretty damn cute."

"Oi, come off it. Now who knows if he'll- fuckme- if I'll get a seal pup!" The sentence turned into something like a scream but Ciarán never backed down. He didn't squirm off his father's shoulder and he didn't bark unless it was to soothe Dom. The alpha was always proud of his heir but gods he was being an amazing little champ. Better than uncle Mush was handling it, that was for sure.

The faint scent of herbs filled the room and they were all surprised when the seer blew smoke around them. Dom had meant to do it completely sober but at the same time he didn't think he'd ever been more thankful to the fae. He was hurting too much for it to get him high but it eased the ache just enough he could breathe again. His head fell back, his body relaxing until the moment fingers teased over his core. "Oh- oh shit." Kol laughed softly, and the prince relaxed when he realized the touch was his.

"Daidí?"

"I can feel them. It's time ástin min." Kol'son whispered, pressing gentle kisses over his wife's face.

The fear was cold in Dom's chest but first he met the small pink eyes of his son- not yet an alpha, and then the violet of his husband's. He couldn't stop what was to come no matter how scared they were over being able to protect them. They just had to trust themselves and each other. He was shocked when a warm hand curled around his soft cock, his mate was trying to distract him from the pain as the first pup crowned. Gods it felt like a fire was burning through his core and lighting him up from the inside out. The pressure was almost more than he could handle but Mod filled the room with smoke and everything started to blur as his daidí stroked him off.

Tom felt nothing but focus and pride as he watched his prince fight through immense pain. The herbs were affecting even him but he tried to stay alert. Somehow even though he'd been so terrified just moments before when he saw the dark head of hair and squirming small body make its way free of his kin a tiny part of his mind and heart looked forward to enduring it for himself. "Almost there." He soothed, rubbing Dom's back. He and Kol'son both reached for the babe but they were distracted when Cia wriggled off his perch and tumble rolled onto the fur below them. For a moment he laid on his back and wagged his tail but when Dom let out a cry of relief the puppy rolled over and toddled to his brand new sibling.

Dom gasped, time was moving strangely and everything hurt but when those feet fell free and he didn't hear a cry he started to worry. He glanced down, wondering why no one was reaching for the babe but what he found made him quiet as well. His little boy was licking over his siblings face and nose and finally- "That's our girl." Tom laughed but it was a wet sound. Dom didn't have to look to know his best friend was crying.

"Girl? I got my princess? My… other princess." Kol corrected but he choked on tears. There was a lump in his throat he couldn't swallow and he so badly wanted to look but they weren't even close to done and his wife needed his attention. Cia yipped happily, even growling at Tom when he tried to clean the girl with a towel but when the next wave of pain gripped the siren they all focused on him. Tom took their daughter as Mod filled the room with haze again. Perhaps it wasn't best for the little ones but every Viking grew up like that. "Fuck princess I'm so proud of you. You're doing so good. Can you give me another?"

Dom wanted to say no. He wanted to slap or claw that beautiful smile of his mate's face until the bastard tried pushing something that big out himself. He'd barely gotten a look at his daughter before the next started to move down but she was bigger than he worried she'd be. He was scared they were coming far too soon. He answered the only way he could, a sharp nod and a pitiful cry but he pushed. It felt like he was breaking but he pushed.

Ciarán stayed close, his head butted against his mother's thigh to give him strength. He could scent blood but over that was the smell he knew was his baby siblings, fresh bread. They smelled so yummy but he promised himself he wouldn't even nip them. His sissy hadn't tasted very good anyway. When the next was free he moved to clean them too, something in his instincts told him it was good for them and when Tom said it was a boy he howled. Well… he tried to. He tried so hard to sound like his daidí did but it came out small and sweet. He'd been asking for a brother and he tried to thank his mother with a quick yip and a lick over his foot. He tried to be a good calm boy as he watched uncle Mush Mush take the boy and clean him up but he was vibrating with excitement.

Dom couldn't do it. There were tears streaming down his cheeks, blood and slick on his thighs, milk on his chest from the baby's cries, and he was trembling so hard he could barely stay up. There was one more, at least that's what he thought, but his body was trying so hard to give up. It didn't matter though, whoever was coming next was fucking determined and so was his alpha. "Omega you will listen. You will push for me until all our children are free. After all you've been through, is this where you give up?"

Dom's eyes narrowed in a glare and he bared his fangs. Kol'son just arched a brow and stuck his tongue out but he smirked and hissed when his wife lunged for him and bit over the same spot he marked him the first time. He let his mate suckle to muffle his screams and he tightened his grip as Dom started pushing again. He didn't know how long they'd been pushing but he could feel the sun rising outside. He could sense his people waking up and his aunt and uncle pacing outside. "Almost- almost-" His voice felt like a growl and he tried to keep a good grip around his lover's dick. The boy was mostly soft but he knew the stimulation helped. His own was throbbing honestly and he wasn't quite sure what that said about him.

Dom pulled off his husband's chest and screamed as the babe popped free and didn't even wait for Ciarán's cleaning to start fucking wailing. The sound was like music to him though and he started to laugh. He felt on the brink of madness from all the pain and happy chemicals warring in his mind. He just wanted to feed his babes and pass the hell out but something felt… strange.

"One more." Kol'son growled, pressing his forehead hard against Dom's. They were drenched in sweat and getting higher than he thought the mushroom man had meant for them to but he met Dom's eyes and sent as much strength to him as he could.

The fae sighed when another wave of emotion hit him, his husband was trying so hard to help. He'd been denying it all month, he hadn't wanted to test fate with so much hope but as something tore through him he knew. "Let it out." Kol whispered, his alpha present enough Dom had to listen and Mod covered his ears as the siren did just that.

A scream filled the room that hit Kol'son in the soul. It was the most heart wrenchingly beautiful thing he'd ever heard. His wife had been humming for his pleasure for years but this? This was the full power he kept so carefully locked up and it bowled over him like the strongest wave. He felt as if he were floating in the middle of a warm ocean, nothing had ever been so peaceful. When he felt the water suck him under he didn't mind. He didn't need to breathe. He couldn't see anything but golden eyes. He couldn't feel anything but peace and heat and overwhelming pleasure. His knot pulsed but his hips didn't thrust. The water would take care of him. It was like the hottest mouth surrounding him, sucking him, working him to that peak and when he reached it everything was gentle.

The world slammed back into focus as Dom's voice broke in a whimper, Kol'son could feel cum dripping down his thigh as he choked as gasped for air but he shook it all off. He had to. The siren song was replaced by deafening silence as if the other siblings waited for their newest addition to cry. Dom collapsed against the Viking's chest, his whole body sliding down until his mate helped him lay out more comfortably in the nest. He couldn't rest though, not until he heard it. Heard them. "Tom?" His voice was barely above a whisper.

When he could focus well enough he looked to see his kin gently rubbing the babe's chest as Cia licked their face clean. His breath caught in his chest. Why weren't they crying? Gods he knew it was too good to be true, how could the universe bless them so without punishing them? He'd never been lucky before he met Kol. "Daidí?" He whined, reaching out a spasming hand that of course the god took. He could feel his lover quaking too. Tom moved, taking the small form in his hold and he crawled closer, placing the little one on Dom's chest.

The first thing he noticed was how small they were, the second was that it was certainly a 'he'. "Come on lil one. Please? For mumma?"

The chieftain refused to fear the worst, he hovered close and pressed a breathy kiss to the baby's belly. There was just a little force behind it as if he could push a breath into them. "Wake up for daidí." It was almost a prayer but he was the only god here and with that thought he closed his eyes and kissed the child's forehead, over his heart, demanding his pup to- "Wake up. Wake. Up."

The breath was sharp and loud in the quiet room but it was the sweetest sound Dom ever heard and with it he let himself cry. His puppy yipped and bounced next to them but it was the sound of relief escaping his mate that told him what had truly just happened. He knew his god would write it off to timing but he knew better. He wasn't the only one bringing life that night.

The man laughed, his violet eyes filled with tears as they shared a smile over their boy before he finally looked him over. Ten tiny fingers, ten tiny toes, but as those small legs wiggled he caught something else. "Oh fuck baby- he's… he's an omega. Momma's little mini." He chuckled, noting how the dark wispy hair matched and the eyes. Oh gods above his eyes. A brighter gold than he'd ever seen before.

Dom knew there was more to come. He had other things to birth and pain to suffer but he didn't care anymore. He spread his legs and let Tom work on the cords and anything else and instead he focused on the tiny prince on his chest. The pup was the runt of the litter but he fit perfectly on Dom's chest. In his hold. "The overs." He huffed, looking to the pile of babes and thankfully Mod moved to help. There was a stain on his pants that Dom vowed to ignore and never speak of but he felt badly. He'd never used his full voice before that night. He could tell his mate was still feeling it. "Did… daidí did I do good?" He couldn't help but ask and his Viking beamed down at him.

"You did perfect ástin min. Fucking perfect."

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BABIES! Naming them will come next and all the cuddles. Seems like the little pack found their power 👀 poor Mod. I hope you enjoyed it! 🖤☠️

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Get to know your fic writer prompts, answer however many of these you are inclined to: 22, 35, 39, 63, 64. And I think I can answer 43 for you 😂 but if you have any elaborations… please.

22. Are there certain types of writing you won’t do? (style, pov, genre, tropes, etc)

Not sure I'd rule it out on principle, but I certainly don't write a lot of fluff, and I don't think I'd want to. Don't really write any comedy/humor, either, but it's more lack of talent there.

35. What is one essential thing to remember when writing a villain? 

This is cliché af but if I'm trying to write a villain for fic where I'm trying to make a serious point, it's "they're the protagonist of their own story" and have complex emotional lives and motives for what they're doing. That said, when I write porn, I sometimes enjoy writing characters who are fully aware they are being evil sadistic bitches and simply dgaf because uhm I can relate.

39. Share a snippet from a WIP

“You need to tell your husband,” Maeve is letting the word melt on her tongue, “to back the fuck off and leave us alone.”

“You know I ain’t responsible for the cunt just because he’s decided he wants to play beauty and the fucking beast with me, right?”

Billy still has his own place, but he likes staying over at Vought Tower more than he cares to admit. Homelander is clingy and needy and willing to do just about anything if it’ll get him Butcher’s time and attention. He’d be lying if he claimed he wasn’t enjoying Homelander serving him breakfast in the morning, pouring him tea naked on his knees or making Billy feed him little morsels of French toast dipped in milk, begging to let him suck on his fingers. He is absolutely ridiculous in ways Butcher could have never foreseen, and he's enjoying it more than he should.

“Fascinating,” Maeve says. “I can’t decide which one of you is the beauty and which one is the beast.”

“I’m the beauty. Obviously.” Butcher bends over and starts kissing her, his hands searching for her bra under her shirt.

But Maeve isn't having any of his distractions this time and pushes him away. “Tell him to back the fuck off, I mean it, Butcher.”

“Know what?” Billy says. “I’ll do you one better. You can tell him yourself, and I bet you'll even get yourself an apology.”

Maeve burst our laughing, spitting her coffee half across the table. “An apology? From Homelander? What are you smoking these days?”

This time, it’s Billy’s turn to laugh. “Oh, I promise you you’ll get one. Tell you what, if you don’t, I’ll clean for you naked for a full month. How does that sound?”

Maeve grins. “Deal.”

43. Do you take a sadistic joy in whumping your characters, or are you more the "If you hurt them I would kill everyone and then myself" kind of person?

LOL I mean, what can I say. I love torturing my blorbos and making them beg (and I occasionally also love exploring the psychological aftermath of the ordeal). But I don't really enjoy gore, mutilation, or anything like that. Yes, it's gotta be unbearable for blorbo in the moment and he'd do anything to make it stop, but I want no organ damage or even a character death (I've made one character death exception in a fic, but I don't enjoy seeing my blorbos tortured if I know they're going to fucking die from it; definitely a massive instant turnoff.)

63. Something you hate to see in smut.

A couple of things. First, I guess, is basic mistakes, like, no lube of any kind during anal sex unless you're in ABO verse I guess, which I actually also kinda hate for no particular reason. Basic anatomy, too. Brings out my inner Stannis Baratheon. Then I just have a ton of super specific squicks that'll absolute ruin a fic for me. For smut I otherwise adore, I try to ignore them, but it's hard because they're instant turn-offs. I am hellafucking particular about any tickle fics I read, and it's almost impossible not to ruin one for me at least a little bit lol.

64. Something you love to see in smut.

Lots of things, light dom/sub dynamics, lots of begging and whimpering, big fan of bondage. Loss of control. Las Vegas State of Mind was super hot. Also dubcon and fucked up dynamics. Big humiliation kink. Trying to decide if I should count whump as smut because some of it sure is for me lol.

#asks #deliciouskeys #thank you!!!

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Here's How You And Your Partner Can Engage In Some 'Gratitude Sex'

How grateful are you for your sex life?

Shellie R. Warren

Nov. 22, 2021 06:51PM EST

When I wrote the article on how to have "comfy sex" for the site (check out "What Is 'Comfy Sex'? How Can You Get More Of It?"), someone wrote me and asked, "Where do you get this stuff from?" Honestly, a lot of it I make up although what initially inspired my "different kinds of sex" ideas is a piece that I wrote a while back entitled, "8 'Kinds Of Sex' All Married Couples Should Put Into Rotation." Personally, it is my heartfelt belief that a part of the reason why some people — especially those who are in long-term relationships — find themselves getting bored with sex is that, far too often, they only look at it from a physical perspective. And yeah, if all you're thinking about is how intercourse literally happens and whether or not you're going to get an orgasm from it, not only can that get old, real fast, it can also keep you from experiencing so much more of what coitus has to offer…if you choose to stay open to it.

Since this is the month when all-things-gratitude are the focal point, I figured that now would be as good of a time as any for us to explore what it means to enjoy some "gratitude sex" with our partner. Sex that, yes, let's them know that you are grateful for being able to experience something so precious with them. Yet also taking another approach on gratefulness — sex that is "pleasing to the mind or senses; agreeable; welcome". Ready?

1. Customize Your Presentation

One of the things that I like so much about the place where I get waxed is the atmosphere; especially the bathroom (and I can't say that about many bathrooms, chile). It's super clean. It's decorated in a really warm and inviting way. And it smells amazing. And all of that makes me more comfortable about taking off all of my clothes and going spread eagle in order to get the job done. My point? You know, it's interesting because, when I was having a convo with a husband recently, he said that something that he doesn't think that women recognize a lot is how much ambiance matters to a man. "I know society makes y'all want to think that as long as we can 'get in' we don't care about much else but that's actually some real bulls--t. I like candles. I like soft bedding. I like a sexy scent. Men like the right setting too."

I totally get this because when we take out the time to "set the stage" when it comes to sex, it sends the message that we've put some real forethought into planning out the experience…because that's how much our partner means to us. So, definitely make cultivating ambiance a top priority if you want to engage in some gratitude sex. Even before you touch each other, it lets your partner know just how much you adore them and are grateful to share what's about to go down.

2. Set Aside Some “Atypical Time” for Nothing but Intimacy

Remember how I said in the intro that a definition of grateful is "welcome". I've shared in a different article before that another husband once told me that he's someone who likes lingerie outside of sex. "If a woman only wears it before sex, it sends the message that she thinks that we don't care to see her being sexy AF outside of the bedroom and that's simply not true. Honestly, I like lingerie when my wife is just walking around the house. Once it's about to go down, she can be butt naked for all I care."

An atypical time to wear lingerie. Copy that. Do you know what else men are "welcome" to? An atypical time for intimacy. If you always do it at night, switch things up and initiate in the morning. If the weekends are more your thing, catch him off guard on a Tuesday afternoon. Something else that's cool about gratitude sex is when you aren't caught up in the routine of the act, when you "break code" a bit, you are basically saying, "I am so glad to be with you that I want you now" — and if now is at a random time of the day or night, who gives AF? So be it.

3. Tell Your Partner What You Appreciate About Them. Sexually.

When it comes to the semi-long list of top reasons for why so many couples end up calling it quits (including married folks who end up getting divorced), if there's one thing that I don't see mentioned nearly enough but absolutely should, it's that they don't feel appreciated by their partner. I get why that's so important too because when you appreciate someone, that means you value them, that you are fully conscious and aware of what they mean to you, and yes, that you are grateful for them.

Since the focus of this piece is all about physical intimacy, take a moment and ponder — when's the last time you verbally expressed the things that you appreciate about your partner, strictly as it relates to what happens in your boudoir? Maybe you appreciate how good they are at dirty talk. Maybe you appreciate how they take their time. Maybe you appreciate how much they care about you gettin' yours (and how they are able to tell when you don't). Maybe you appreciate how they pick up on your non-verbal affirmations or the fact that they are fully present, even after the act is over. Far too often, we take people for granted in areas where we think they should automatically know how we feel. If you want to be a master at gratitude sex, never assume — always express.

4. Be Compassionate in Your Foreplay

A grateful individual is typically a pretty compassionate one as well. What do I mean by that when it comes to sex? Well, the main definition of compassion is to see someone suffering on some level and have a desire to relieve it as a direct result. How this can translate into intimacy is, if your partner is totally down but you know they had a long day, how about offering them a massage? Or if it's evident that they are super stressed out, how about giving before receiving (if you know what I mean)? Or if they are feeling a little self-conscious about their body as of late, why not treat their sensitive areas as spots that you want to love on the most?

Synonyms for compassion include empathy, grace, mercy, tenderness, and heart. Putting yourself in your partner's shoes. Giving them favor when their performance may not be totally up to par. Being patient with them the way you want them to be patient with you. Bringing a "Force MDs spirit" into the bedroom (the real ones know). Caring about their feelings and emotions. All of this defines what it means to be a compassionate lover — what it means to incorporate compassion into your foreplay.

5. Speak Your Partner’s (Sexual) Love Language

I say it often because I totally believe it to be so — one of the biggest mistakes that are made, on the regular, in relationships, is folks are too caught up in giving their partner what they want to receive instead of what their partner actually desires. This can be the case in the bedroom too. That's why, last year, I penned "Are You Ready To Apply Your Love Language To Your Sex Life?" for the site because how your partner may want to receive sex may be different from how you prefer to. 

Words of affirmation folks like seductive expressions. Physical touch people are big on erogenous zones. Acts of service individuals appreciate a cleaned bedroom. Quality time folks cherish afterplay (more on that in a bit). Gifts people like a little something that's waiting on their pillow before foreplay transpires. Pretty much, in every area of a romantic relationship, you can never go wrong with knowing what your partner's love language is. When it comes to sex specifically, do you? And if so, do you speak it fluently?

6. Fulfill a Sexual Fantasy

Again, another definition of grateful is "pleasing to the mind or senses" and fulfilling a sexual fantasy of your partner (as they do the same thing for you) definitely qualifies. When I'm in sessions with married folks (especially ones who have a somewhat extensive sexual history with other people), I'm big about pushing them to fulfill fantasies. Why? Well, aside from the fact that it's erotic as all get out, oftentimes a fantasy is something that hasn't actually manifested outside of one's mind…yet. 

So, if one or both people are feeling a little uncomfortable or insecure about their partner's sexual past, something that can help to "drown out" those emotions is to create new experiences with one another because, I can almost guarantee you, that no matter what you and/or your partner may have already done, there are still things on your sexual bucket lists that you still have yet to do. Do those things together. What in the world are you waiting for? Because having a whole set of customized sexual memories is definitely something to be truly thankful for.

7. Get into Eye Contact Sexual Positions

Wanna know if someone is truly present with you? Wanna know if you are truly present with someone else? Maintain eye contact. You know, I actually read an article that said when folks go out of their way to avoid making eye contact, it can mean that there are walls up, they don't trust you, or that they aren't being very genuine. And while I wouldn't say this 100 percent applies, across the board, in the bedroom (because some sexual positionsavoid all eye contact and yet are still pleasurable like a mutha), I do think that if you and yours are never in some variation of the missionary position, that should be discussed — because if there is a time when you should want to feel like you are totally connecting with your partner, it's when he's inside of you and again, eye contact helps to make that happen.

8. Make Afterplay a Top Priority

A complaint from women that I tend to hear a lot when it comes to sex is how often men will fall asleep, immediately after sex. In response, what I typically remind ladies of is the fact that science is the underlying reason. After men ejaculate, they release a considerable amount of the biochemical prolactin. When that happens, it causes them to feel tired and drained which is why they want to fall asleep. This is where the article, "Sure, Your Foreplay Game Is On Point. Now What About The 'Afterplay'?" comes in. Although I don't know many men who want to have a full-on deep discussion following sex, cuddling counts as afterplay. So does snacking on something or even watching a movie together (even if he only lasts for half of it).

The main thing that I like so much about afterplay is it's a reminder, to both people, that your partner is not just some random jump-off. What I mean by that is, it's not uncommon for casual sex partners to get off and get up and go. On the flip side, when you truly care about someone, you tend to want to cherish time together as you bask in the afterglow. If you want another way to show your partner how grateful you are for sharing such an intimate time and space with them, make sure that afterplay is on the agenda. It makes sex very…sweet. It really does.

9. Pillow Talk About Each Other’s Sexual Goals

Famed author Zig Ziglar once said, "What you get by achieving your goals is not as important as what you become by achieving your goals." And yes, I am big on encouraging couples to set short and long-term sex goals with one another. It helps to keep them from getting stuck in a sexual rut. It encourages them to step outside of the box and try new things. It gives them something special to look forward to on a regular basis. It challenges them to rise above their sexual status quo. 

It conveys that they are not only prioritizing their sex life, but they are proactively looking for ways to make it better than ever. So yeah, two people who use their pillow time, at least a couple of times a month to set some solid sex goals are two people who think their sex life is just as important as every other part of their relationship — and when you've got a partner who thinks this way…how can you not be grateful for that?

10. Keep a “Sex Gratitude Journal”

One more thing. Something that I think all people should have is a sex journal. You can read more about that via the article, "The Art Of Sex Journaling (And Why You Should Do It)." Along these same lines, something that I think all couples (who are in an exclusive sexual relationship) should have is a sex gratitude journal. I'm telling you, there is something that is very thoughtful, very endearing, and very special about two people who literally make the time to handwrite thoughts, moments, and experiences that they shared with one another, sexually, that they are truly thankful for; especially when they make sure to put a date and time on their entries. Then, when things are a little challenging, one or both feels a bit of a disconnect or it's around the anniversary of the relationship's beginning, they can look through the journal and recall so much that is good about their bedroom chemistry.

So, as you're on the quest to implement more gratitude sex into your life, make sure to cop a fresh journal, to post entries and keep it on your bedroom nightstand. Whether you're the one writing or reading the entries, there's no way that you can put the journal down and not feel valued, adored and even a little horny. Just as sex should make you feel. Always.

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Hi^o^ I am really interested in a story about Ironstrange parents and their biological son Peter！It's based on ABO world, Alpha Tony and Omega Stephen has been together for years, but they decided not to have a child due to their dangerous jobs and endless responsibilities. However, after a heat they spent together, there was a sudden attack needing their backup. That was a completely chaos, so after fight they were both exhausted and fell asleep quickly. OF CAUSE Stephen forgot to take the pill. Over the next two months, attacks from the other dimensions were frequent, though Avengers were worried about him, Stephen still didn’t think too much and just felt tiring , lethargic, and a poor appetite was because of his overwork. In the end, he passed out during a battle without harm, and doctors told them he had been pregnant for nearly two months, everyone shocked. When he woke up and knew his pregnancy, Stephen nearly had a panic attack and immediately decided to give it up. But being persuaded by Tony and others, Stephen finally gave in and decided to keep the baby. OF COURSE HE’S PETER ~During his pregnancy, there will be lots of tiring, lethargic, morning sickness, tempers ebb and flow…… But everyone especially Tony takes care of him and loves him sooooooo much. Sometimes Stephen worries so much about their dangerous life will threaten the baby and maybe he will be unable to be a good father, but Tony is always with him and reassures him again and again he can make it and they can make it.

OH god I’m so sorry I wrote so much and cost you so much time to look it! They’re just my thoughts and I hope maybe you’ll be interested. I think they can be chapters~ In short, this is a story about Loving Family，some Hurt/Comfort and an adorable insecure Stephen with his caring loving husband Tony. After going through so much pain and loneliness I just want to give Stephen soooooo much love he deserves. Thanks for your patience!!

Anon, I totally wish I had your creative juices right now because holy cow!!! 😁

I admit I’m not super familiar with A/B/O world dynamics. But I Fucking love me some soft Ironstrange/Supreme Family moments! So I might do a mini prompt based on this!

#ironstrange #tony stark #doctor strange #stephen strange #supreme family

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Tropetember 2023

Enemies / Friends / Strangers To Lovers

Police / Detective / (Super)Hero // Crime / Mafia / (Super)Villain

Hurt/Comfort / Sickfic / Whump

Coffee Shop / Tattoo Parlour / Flower Shop / Other Retail AU

Rockstar / Actor / Model / Famous AU

High School / College / University AU / 80’s Teen Movie AU

Historical (Regency, Ancient Greece/Rome, Prehistory, etc) / Modern / Futuristic AU

Time Travel / Time Loop (eg. Groundhog Day) / Amnesia / Coma

5+1 / 3+1 (Five Times + One Time)

Accidental Confession / In Vino Veritas (Drunk Confession/Drunk Dial)

Business Partners To Friends To Lovers / Competitor Businesses / Office AU

Huddling For Warmth / Sharing A Bed / Touch Starvation

Slice Of Life / Domestic / Found Family

Monstrous (Human/Monster Romance) / Cultural Differences / Language Barrier

Marriage Of Convenience / Arranged Marriage / Matchmaking / Blind Dates

Future Fic / Reunion / Childhood Friends / Friendship Centric

Getting Together / Love Confession / First Kiss / Break Up/Make Up

Body Swap / Psychic Link / Soulmates / Bonding (eg. ABO, Sentinel AU, etc)

Apocalypse / Zombie / Locked In Together / (Natural) Disaster

Science Fiction / Fantasy / Space Opera / Horror

Genderswap / Rule 63 / De-Aging / Age Changes AU

Canon Rewrite / Fix-It / Everybody Lives / Everybody Dies / Major Character Death

Mythology / Supernatural / Fairytale / Wingfic

Accidental Baby Acquisition / (Single) Parent AU / Babysitting

Mutual Pining / Requited/Unrequited Love / Angst With A Happy Ending

Fake Dating / Didn’t Know They Were Dating / Accidental Dating / Accidental Marriage

Repression / Emotional Constipation / Sexuality Crisis (Gay Panic)

Holidays & Celebrations / Proposals / Prom

Fusion / Crossover / Harlequin / Rom-Com (eg: Hogwarts, Pacific Rim, Daemons, Hunger Games, The Princess Bride, Pride & Prejudice, Love Actually, 10 Things I Hate About You, etc)

FREE SPACE

you can tell that a man is good if he has a dog that loves him - good omens (ineffable husbands)

Every Caregiver deserves a Little or Pet of their own. If you ask Soho, there's no one more deserving than Mr. Fell. 30. FREE SPACE - BDSM!AU

#masterlist #master list #masterpost #master post #tropetember #tropetember 2023

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Thank you, btw (way too late), for all your answers on the other asks! It was so interesting. 💖

New asks - 🤷 🌏 please?

What thing that your fandom loves do you just not “get”?

Hmm... so as a fandom hermit I generally bounce off a lot of the social aspects of fandoms. Like I think I'm just too introverted to really get a lot of the more extroverted stuff. Like people will say "There's discourse/drama over XYZ!!!" and I'm like... okay first off, how? We're all in the sandbox playing with our dolls. WTF is there to have discourse about? And why are you participating? If someone made you mad, take your shit and walk away. Go be somewhere else. If it's making you feel bad... go somewhere that makes you happy. But then again... my happy place in fandom, like in real life, is by myself playing with little Rubix cubes with character names on them in my head.

Similarly, being in a Discord for fandom sounds like hell to me and I absolutely just cannot do it. I'm actually currently trying to parse why that is exactly because it's not just fandom stuff. I have a weird anxiety-related aversion to being social online with people I don't know in real life... like in chatrooms and stuff. Tumblr and asks and stuff are fine. But I feel super anxious in chats with people I don't know and usually just lurk and eventually leave. I think it's a lack of visual social cues and tone of voice? I dunno. It's not for me and I'm not really driven to figure out how to fix it. I'm not social enough for that kind of thing. Again... a quiet room with my character Rubix cubes and maybe I'll fart out a fic to throw at a passerby like a frisbee. Another thing I just don't get is fanfic where there's no sex. Like... I definitely recognize that it's a HUGE swathe of fanfic and that it's super valid and I do not have a problem with it at all, but I also have absolutely zero desire to read it usually. I definitely have almost zero desire to write it. I think with only a couple of exceptions, all the fic I've written that isn't explicit was written for challenges or submissions with specific rating requirements. The few exceptions were all in series that were explicit broadly. But like... I cerebrally get why people love that kind of fic. Not everyone wants to read the sexy times. But that is definitely why I like to read fanfic.

What is your dream AU?

So this actually dovetails with the other question because I don't really do AUs. I dunno... it's not my thing really. Sometimes I enjoy them if they're really well written and compelling, but I usually just find myself thinking "I wish this was just fiction. I feel like l'm just reading a book with some archetypes." Very very VERY rarely I'll read something that's an ABO AU or D/s AU and even then it's usually still in-universe just with those world mechanics tacked on. I tend to both read and write either Fix-its, alternate canon, or canon-compliant stuff where I can burrow down in between what's already there and mine for gold. Again... as with the non-explicit fanfic, I have mad respect for the genre. It's just not really my thing. My husband loves Coffee and Bookshop AUs though. It's adorable.

Thank you for the asks, lovely! Despite being a hermit, I always like hearing from you. Mwah!

[starstruckpurpledragon]

How would your younger self act if your current self told them they were queer?

I think once I got over being confused by all the new terminology - because young me had never heard of aromantic before, or heard asexual get used in a queer context - I think I'd have been very relieved. Certainly that was my mid/late twenties reaction.

Teen me definitely would have cried, though maybe not quite so much as later me did. Though I'd have definitely been more worried about how my parents would react. I'd have been more worried about my very Catholic mom - who, ironically perhaps, took me being queer far better than my 'raised by a gay man, can't possibly be queerphobic' dad (the sarcasm is heavy there, dad means well but he's got so many unexamined prejudices he does not want to acknowledge thanks to his childhood trauma). Much less of a surprise after she wound up fine with my sister moving in with her boyfriend before he became her fiance or husband. (She's mellowed a lot since throwing out my Chobits books and insisting they were porn.)

But overall, teen me would definitely be feeling relief. The closest I came to a crush as a teen were a few mild squishes. And the idea of acting on what I thought were maybe crushes (I was not sure, which in retrospect makes so much sense) was just... gave me anxiety in a bad way. I never dated - I did 'hang out' with a guy who wanted to date me, but dragged my bestie along too so it wouldn't get awkward. Um. Great idea. (now the sarcasm is aimed at myself.) Knowing that it was okay not to date and, more specifically, to not want to date and there was terminology for me? It would have been such a weight off my shoulders and I think I'd have been a lot more relaxed later going from high school into college.

As for very young me, I'd have probably just gone 'huh, no wonder it makes zero since why those two friends(ish) of mine are dating in elementary school... though, like, they're still too young aren't they???' because I definitely thought we were all too young for dating at that age and what was the point anyway? Was it like being super best friends? Why not just call it that? Lol

#starstruckpurpledragon answers #queer themed asks #lgbt+ themed asks

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 94

Changing Channels/Planet of the Ood

“Changing Channels”

Plot Description: Sam and Dean get stuck in TV Hell when the Trickster imprisons them in an alternate universe

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: they play out like a sitcom, I think I can handle that

My question off the bat is: is this the episode we find out the trickster is actually Gabriel? Yes, THAT Gabriel

God these bright almost Barbie-esque colors when your so used to the grimdark colors spn usually is

And GODDDD the cheesy lines and laugh track. I cannot.

I’m dying at this late 80s/early 90s sitcom opening. It’s very much Full House

Oh another Ohio episode!!

I’m sorry. What?? The Incredible Hulk killed this woman’s husband?

This “if we can’t befriend this super powerful being, fine, we’ll kill him” stance IS kind of funny

This is possibly one of if not the best/funniest episodes of this show

DEEEEAN!! Your composed descriptions of all the female doctors as “sexy yet [other adjective that actually describes part of a personality]” compared to when THE Dr Sexy appears. You can barely make eye contact

The over dramatics of it all

CAS!!!

“Mr Trickster does not like pretty boy angels” 😂

So if you’ve been missing for DAYS, how have you not beat the game??

Poor Sam first gets hit in the nuts and then has to do a genital herpes commercial lmaooo

Angels have such a fascinating way of coercing the Winchesters

The number of times the boys put on their sunglasses in this CSI Miami remake. Just love it

I FORGOT THEY DO A NIGHT RIDER SEGMENT!!! With Sam as the impala

Some of the best episodes are all fun and games for the majority and then they drop some of the heaviest shit in the last segment. In the middle of the episode, we find out “the trickster” is doing this to get the Winchesters to not only play their roles in his little game but in the real world as Michael and Lucifer’s vessels. But then…we find out Gabriel just wants this spat between his brothers to be over with already. The Winchesters fucked things up and now his brothers are at it again, this time without dad there to do any intervening.

Man the lengths Dean will go to for Castiel. He just threatened an archangel’s life like it would have no repercussions

“Been On My Mind…”: sort of. Like…they were illusions created by Gabriel, but…I dunno, bump it back up to 7??

“Planet of the Ood”

Plot Description: a dying Ood leads the Doctor and Donna to discover a terrible truth about the human race

Good for that Ood. Doubt they’ll let them live much past killing the guy selling his kind, but good for them anyway

I fucking LOVE her, comparing the TARDIS to a “real, proper spaceship” by calling the TARDIS a box and the rocket a Ferrari

Mmmmm, I’m pretty sure that guy gets turned INTO an Ood

GODDDDDD the way she cares for the dying and then dead Ood. Like, she does get one short freak out of seeing him for the first time, but she’s so gentle after

Ew ew ew, they’ve programmed these living beings like they’re little more than robots

I love how the companion automatically becomes very interested in whether or not the Ood have a say or fair compensation for all this. (Interesting though they didn’t write an Ood episode for Martha. Not that I 100% trust they would have done it right)

This Ood’s long game in revenge is brilliant

Honestly, Donna has to put up with a LOT in her time. Last episode it was the Doctor’s decision over what to do about Pompeii and now they’re dealing with transgalactic slave trade. It’s no wonder she WANTS to go home

I honestly can’t wait til Donna’s big speech. Her line about the Ood NEEDING to trust every being they come across because they’re born with their brain in their hands. She’s wonderful

I read that this was supposed to be the episode after Partners in Crime but RTD didn’t wanna put such a “macho” episode so early. And while there are a bunch of guns and explosions, it is at its core about compassion and treating others with dignity and about liberation and community

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

[iwasnotaslasher]

Chapters: 7/12 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Captain America (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Clint Barton, Nick Fury, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, James "Bucky" Barnes, Pepper Potts, Peter Parker, Sam Wilson (Marvel) Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Tony Stark, Alpha Steve Rogers, Past Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Minor Bruce Banner/Natasha Romanov, Minor Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson, Minor Pepper Pots/James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Howard Stark's A+ Parenting, Tony Stark Has Issues, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Past Child Abuse, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Steve Rogers Feels, Protective Steve Rogers, Nightmares, Sharing a Bed, Nesting, Scenting, Courting Rituals, Claiming Bites, Scent Marking, Mating Rituals, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Self-Lubrication, Tony Stark Has Self-Esteem Issues, Artist Steve Rogers, Knotting, Rimming, Awkward Flirting, Awkward First Times, Cuddling & Snuggling, Friends to Lovers, Enthusiastic Consent, Miscarriage, Mpreg, Dorks in Love, Emotional Baggage, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Domestic Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, no beta we die like men, Slow Burn Summary:

Tony Stark is an Omega and he hates it. Plain and simple. He takes suppressants and blockers and every exsisting chemical that can help him hide his sub-genre. He avoids Alphas like his life depends on it. Needless to say, he never shared a heat with an Alpha. All his life he went on pretenging to be a Beta, and nobody knows the truth nor the reasons about his issues with his sub-genre. Nobody still alive, at least. But then - Then they thawed out from arctic ice an old war hero. Steve Rogers was an Omega, then the serum turned him into an Alpha. And into a super-soldier with an enhanced sense of smell. He can smell the lie on Tony - quiet litterally. But you know, Steve Rogers belong to an era where Alphas were real gentlemen. So, without really know what he's doing, he start courting Tony. And he do it like a good Alpha would do back in his days - like omega!Steve dreamed to be courted. But how will the elusive Omega react to this?

[A.K.A. the A/B/O toothrooting Stony nobody asked for, but I'm obsessed with it from years, so I have to get it out from my head.]

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