#yes i'm poking the bear here no i don't care.

[momett]

fun fact "source separation" means completely and totally distancing from your source and becomming your own person. not "i still talk about my source as if he is me, post pictures of my source and go 'look at me', but i use a different name than my source so he's not me ^_^"

#coda p #the dumbass i'm vauging doesn't even have a different name his name is literally the english version of his sources first name #yes i'm poking the bear here no i don't care.

[russos-one]

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Let her believe I never loved her (Part 1)

Inspired by Cigarettes Out The Window x Dangerously Yours - TV girl/That tiktok audio that goes “let her think I never loved her”

Summary- R has been hopelessly in love with Jessie ever since she joined Chelsea but has never had the courage to tell her and then it's too late

Warnings- Magda yelling in Swedish, R, Niamh and Sam being little shits, Jessie being a cutie pie, Fluff

Word count- 1783

A/N- Pretend Pernille and Magda never left because I miss them and that Sam never did her forbidden 3 letters

A/N- All the Swedish and Danish are from Google Translate and I have no idea if it is right or not

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“Just tell her! What's the worst that could happen?” Niamh said to you “Well I don't know, maybe she doesn't like me back and there goes 3 and a half years of friendship!” you replied, "That wouldn't happen because she obviously likes you back!” “You don't know that! Now just get over it” you said as you turned around to continue packing your bag “You can't just avoid it for your whole life” you let out a sigh as you zipped up your bag “Yes I ca-” Suddenly there was a knock on the door of your shared hotel room. “Just drop it, Niamh” you said as you opened the door.

You were met with a smiling Jessie “Jessie! Hi” Niamh poked her head out from behind you and said “Hey Jessie” Jessie made eye contact with you and smiled “Hello Y/n” Niamh sighed loudly “Okay, just act like I'm not here I guess” Niamh jokingly said while rolling her eyes, Jessie broke eye contact with you and looked at Niamh “Hello to you too Niamh” said Jessie  “Do you want to come in” you said to her while opening the door wider and moving to the side, “Unfortunately I can't, Emma sent me up here because you two are taking too long and the coach is about to leave” you turned to Niamh “Look what you did! Now Emma is mad at us and she's going to make us run extra laps!” you said, Niamh gasped “It's not my fault that you were too busy arguing with me about how in love with Je- Jumping jacks! How in love you are with jumping jacks " "Jumping jacks?” you turned back to Jessie “Yeah I just love jumping jacks in a workout” Jessie looked concernedly “Okay then! We need to get going” "Right” you grabbed your bag and dragged Niamh by her arm out of the hotel room and Jessie followed behind you while giggling at your actions.

The three of you made it to the coach and got met with an angry Emma Hayes “What were you two doing!? You know what, who cares just get in” she said while dragging you and Niamh in while Jessie followed closely behind “Y/n!” Magda called your name “You're sitting with me, come” she said while patting the seat next to her. You part ways with Jessie and Niamh and go to sit with Magda, you turn to her and say “I'm surprised you're not sitting with Pernille” “And choose her over you? Never; so, how's the love life going?” you sighed “It's non-existent” she sighed and said, “So we’re acting like your massive crush on Jessie doesn't exist?” You instantly turned red and turned to look at  Jessie to see if she heard and she’s fast asleep while cuddling into her neck pillow, you turned back to Magda to scold her “What if she heard?!” “She is the deepest sleeper in the world I honestly don't even know how she fell asleep so fast and Y/n the chances of her hearing that are smaller than you telling her that you have a crush on her” You heard two gasps from behind your seat and it was followed closely by Millie and Sam butting their heads in between yours and Magda's seats “Are we finally addressing Y/n’s massively huge crush on baby Canada?” you turned to look at Millie and said, “Shhhhh, what if she hears?” “As if she's going to hear, she sleeps like a bear during hibernation” “How do you know what hibernation means?” “I just do; Now stop changing the subject!” you sighed and said “The subject of this conversation is not worth a subject continuing” while rolling your eyes and leaning further into your seat. “Please for the love of god just let me sleep, I get enough of this from Niamh and now you three” Niamh turned to look at the four of you “Hey! I heard my name! What are you four planning?” You released a groan “Nothing Niamh! Now go back to fantasising about your body pillow” Niamh looked stunned and the whole coach started giggling “Y/n’s lying! I don’t have a body pillow” she announced to the whole coach “Sure you don’t!” Sam said sarcastically. After some teasing everyone finally calmed down and you could finally relax. You turned to Jessie and took in her features, the freckles that littered her beautiful face, the way she let out light snores while she slept and the way she was dribbling a bit on her pillow; she couldn't look more beautiful suddenly you were broken from your trance by Magda saying “Your staring, creep” “I’m not staring! I’m appreciating beauty” “Mhmm, sureee” “Just leave me alone, I'm going to sleep” Sam butts her head in again and says “Mhmm so you can dream about your girlfriend” “Ooh la la” said Millie. You sighed and slowly succumbed to sleep.

“Y/n? Y/n, wake up” someone said to you while shaking your shoulder, you groaned and leaned further into your chair “Just let me sleep, please” You heard footsteps come towards you and someone saying “Here this will work” You heard giggling but you weren't bothered to open your eyes so you just kept them closed; out of nowhere you feel cold water hit your face and you jolt up, you open your eyes to find the culprit “Niamh! You bastard!” she started giggling “You weren't waking up! It was either that or a slap in the face” “I would rather have a slap in the face because you’re weak” Niamh gasped “I am not weak” From behind Niamh I see an angry Emma Hayes approaching “Ladies! What are you doing, we have a game to play in an hour and a half and one of you is soaking wet, and the other one is yelling that they're not weak! and then there's Jessie” Jessie lets out an awkward smile.

After some arguing and Emma dragging Niamh and me out of the coach while Jessie followed closely behind again, we made it inside the stadium. “So where are we going?’ you asked and turned to Niamh “Jessie where are we going?” asked Niamh while she turned to look at Jessie “Do you two never listen?” Sam came from behind the three of us “I truly don't know what you expect from dumb and dumber” Sam said while draping her arms over Niamh and I’s shoulders Jessie groaned “As if you can talk” “Blah blah blah. Anyways Jessie do you know where we are going, I was doing media with Emma and I got lost and now here I am” Jessie let out a breath “Children surround me” Sam gasped “I’m actually older than you so that makes you the child, these two though; she said while messing up Niamhs and I’s hair; they are children” my phone starts to buzz in my pocket “Sam shut up someones calling me” I pulled my phone out of my pocket and see that it is Magda calling me I answer and put her on speaker phone, “Hey Magdaaa! My favourite teammate” “I thought I was your favourite teammate?” mumbled Jessie “Where are you three??? And have you seen Sam??” “Hi, Magda” Sam said, “You four are in so much trouble!” “SamMadeUsGetLost” Niamh quickly said “Woah okay, so blame it on me? You guys were lost before I even came!” “Just shut up and get here” “And where exactly would ‘here’ be?” “The changing room!” Magda yelled to us and then ended the call “Anyone know where the changing room is?” you said “Ugh just follow me and DONT get lost” Jessie dragged Me, Sam and Niamh to the changing room

We entered and were met with an angry Magda, Millie dying of laughter and Zecira filming us “BLIR NI TRE NÅGONSIN DUMMARE? VI HAR ETT SPEL OM TREDTIO MINUTTER OCH DU GÅR TILL? JESSIE DU GJORDE INGET FEL MEN EN TIMMA; she said while pointing at me Niamh and Sam; KOMMER ATT GÅ I KOPPEL!” WILL YOU THREE EVER GET MORE STUPID? WE HAVE A GAME IN AN HOUR AND YOU'RE GETTING LOST? JESSIE YOU DID NOTHING WRONG BUT THESE THREE ARE BEING PUT ON A LEASH! Zecira fell to the floor crying with laughter. Sam whispered in my ear “Yo what the fuck did she just say?” I shrugged my shoulders and Pernille went behind Magda and pulled her back from the four of us while lightly giggling “Min elskede, they can't understand you” Magda looked like a ticking time bomb “Just go get dressed!” She said while pointing to our cubbies. The four of us went to our cubbies while we were changing. Magda came up from behind Sam and slapped her on the back of her neck “Stop getting the children lost” Sam looked offended “ Firstly, Ow! Secondly, they were lost when I found them”

We all got changed into our training kit and went to the pitch to warm up, we were put into duos and I got Jessie as my partner. I draped my arm over her shoulders “Why hello there, pretty lady” Jessie turned red but it is probably because it's cold. “Hello Y/n” We went to a free space on the pitch “Are you ready to dominate warm-ups?” I asked “Obviously” Jessie replied “High five” I said to her while putting my hand up for a high five “Seriously?” she responded, to which you said “Yes seriously” “Are you gonna trick me?” Jessie said sceptically, You gasped “Never!” Jessie gave you a high five “See, I told you I wasn't gonna trick you” “Surprisingly. Time to warm up before you get in trouble with Magda again” she said the two of you faced each other using each other as stability (Like that one tiktok of McFoord training together) “So, how's the love life going?” Jessie asked you, you let out a breath “The love life is non-existent” you replied as you switched legs, “What about Real Madrid's goalkeeper Misa? I saw you two talking after the game last week” she questioned, “Ooo, getting jealous are we?” you said to her jokingly. She lightly punched your shoulder “Ow!” you yelped, “That wasn't even hard! And I was just asking a question, “Nothing is going on between me and Misa, Misa and I have been friends ever since Alexia introduced us before the World Cup final, why do you ask?” you questioned “No reason” she replied, “Mhmmm, sure” You said sarcastically, “What do you mean ‘Mhmmm sure’? And why did you say it like that?” she asked, “No reason” you said to her. 

#jessie fleming x reader #jessie fleming #woso x reader #jflem #canwnt #woso #portland thorns

[myrunawaysweets]

I loved your recent post abt human Alastor x reader in the 1920s. Of course this is only a suggestion, what if you continued on with this? Maybe like having them move in with each other, start a family? Perhaps have a tragic ending that resulted both to go to Hell, or maybe reader be a fallen angel! Just all suggestions! Have a great day/night/evening<3

I dont know how long this was in here, I was scrolling through settings to mess around and found this, so I hope you didn't wait too long!

But this is one of my specialties and I'm honestly really flattered that you made a request!

The next day, the cops found a bloodied body in the alley beside the club. The corpse was too disfigured to recognize, knees bashed in backwards, jaw hanging loosely, ribs tearing out of the chest and a smile etched into the poor bloodied face as it hung on the wall.

Surely this was the work of the smiling killer in New Orleans, who else could it be?

No one had ever laid eyes on the killer and lived to tell the tale... except you.

You had been held by the psychopath in a loving embrace, wrapped up in a blanket on his couch.

For some reason, when you looked into this man's eyes, his gorgeous brown eyes as he softly smiled at you... you felt no fear, no urge to run or hide.

Yes you knew he had killed people, that he was no better than a monster... yet you couldn't help but think what made him this way. Everyone knows not to trust a bad apple, but not everyone suspects the tree that bears bad fruit... so you couldn't blame him, after all, why would you blame the apple for the trees wrongdoing.

Instead, you held onto him and stuck close.

Now you peacefully kneaded dough as your loving boyfriend drank his bitter coffee in your bakery as a customer walked in. Marjorie, a nice old lady who came by every second day for a box of beignettes.

"(Y/n)! Have you heard the news?"

You looked up from your dough, flour had stuck to your apron as you wiped your hands "What news, ma'am?"

"Theres been another murder!" As the words left her lips you could see alastor tense up as you studied him.

The poor lady was shaking as she opened her purse "it was a young fellow around your age! He had such a long life ahead of him too..."

You could see alastors hands shakily lift his cup to his lips.

"What a terrible thing! Here, have these on the house, as a thank you for your patronage" you smiled, handing her the box and pushing her change back towards her gently.

The lady smiled with a thank you before turning to leave.

"Say hello to Mr Broussard for me will you?" You waved at her as she closed the door.

As soon as the door closed you slammed the oven shut with the bread inside.

"ALASTOR HARTFELT!"

The coffee spewed from his lips as he stood up to face you "honey listen-"

"Don't you 'honey' me! You promised you'd stop this!" You placed your apron on the counter as you circled around to meet him at the cashier "You said you were out to go hunting!" You poked his chest as you cornered him.

"(Y/n) it wasn't a lie! I was hunting! For the scum of the earth!" Alastor held his hands up in defense from your accusations, trying to reason with you and get back onto your good side.

"You know damn well what I think of your little hunting!" You grabbed your purse and started for the door before he blocked your path.

"(Y/n), dearest, where are you going?" His smile could not hide the panic in his eyes.

"Away from you, I'll be at mimzys until you can decide which one you'd prefer to give up "you pushed him aside and opened the door "me? Or your little 'huntin'?" You slammed the door as you walked to mimzys club.

Just because you didn't care that he did the murders before, didn't mean you were okay with him continuing them. Part of you thought you could eventually get him to see the good in the world again and leave behind this cold blooded killing, he loved you enough to do that at least right? Then maybe when you two grow old and wrinkly, God could open the golden gates for both of you... if your foolish boyfriend could ever stop hurting innocent people...

You sat on the stool with mimzy, drinking a glass of wine.

"I just don't get it! How can he keep choosing to go 'hunting' almost every night, mimz?! Doesn't he see the danger?" You sighed.

The short blonde looked at you "what can I say dollface? Boys will be boys! They've gotta have some sort of hobby, an most of the time, it's a gruesome one! Why can't they just take up knittin or even painting? Always hunting or boxing I say" mimzy took a swig "and every night? That's harsh! Doesn't he see how pretty you are?"

The two of you giggled.

Nights like these were always nice, just you and mimzy sitting in the empty bar, drinking and talking the night away.

"At this point mimzy, I think its better for me to just stay alone though, it doesn't seem like he's changing anytime soon and I don't know how long I can take this" you looked down at the glass, running your finger along the brim...

"Its okay girly" mimzy rested her hand on your shoulder "I'm sure he'll come around eventually, either way, I'm here for ya"

She really was one of your best friends.

Your conversation was interrupted when you heard a slight creak in the floorboards behind you two, making you turn around.

"This place is really getting old, I'm gonna need to find a way to get a new place" mimzy sighed.

The night went by fast as you two talked, and before you know it, you were right back in front of your bakery, sign lights were off as you opened the door, silently clicking the lock before making your way to the upstairs where your humble abode resided.

Alastor most likely went to blow off some steam, he tended to do that after your arguments/fallout.

You had left in such a hurry that you forgot to take out the bread from the oven, but luckily, alastor had seen you bake many times and finished the loaf before placing it on the cooling rack.

By the time you finished downstairs, it was midnight as you started walking upstairs, exhausted from the days work and alastor fiasco.

When you opened your door, you were met with a nervous Alastor standing straight and tense in front of you.

"I have something to say-" you both said in unison.

Alastor seemed to tremble as the words left your lips, still unable to make eye contact.

"I know it's not very gentlemanly of me, but may I go first?" His words almost came out as a mumble as his smile was strained.

You nodded, indicating he may continue.

"Thank you" Alastor took a shaky breath before looking you in the eyes "darling, I know I haven't made it easy for you with my... hunting... but I promise-"

Anger boiling in your blood, you interrupted him "do you know how many times you've told me that lie, Alastor?" Your nose scrunched up in anger as you tried to hold back tears "how many more times am I going to keep hearing this?"

Alastors wide eyes showed the fear he had of losing you, making your heart ache even more than it already was.

"I promise... my dear, this is the truth" Alastor took a gentle step forward, eyes trained on the ground.

placing your hands in his "I've put a lot of thought into it... and although I don't like the idea of being unable to kill those filthy vermin... I realized i can't live in a world without you in my arms"

Alastor ran his fingers gently over your knuckles, a gentle smile placed on his lips, almost dropping to a frown.

"I can change... and I know you want me to, I'll put in the effort to become the man you want, the man you need..." Alastor lifted your hand to his lips, closing his eyes as he placed a soft kiss.

The anger you felt died down, but still hesitant, you asked "how can I be sure you mean it?"

Finally looking back into your eyes again, he knelt down on one knee, still holding your hands "I, Alastor Hartfelt, would like to ask you, (y/n) (l/n), for your hand in marriage, I swear on my mother's grave that I will never take your words lightly, love you with undying devotion, and never kill again" he then rested his forehead onto your knuckles gently before he desperately whispered "please"

This proposal was not exactly practical, considering your argument not even 6 hours ago. There was no ring, no classy dinner, it wasn't how anyone would imagine a marriage proposal, yet here you were, heart beating rapidly as you felt tears fill your eyes.

Your words felt stuck in your throat as you looked into your lovers eyes "do you mean it?"

For what felt like the first time, Alastors smile dropped as his face held a serious expression "with all my heart, ma' cherie"

Your knees buckled as you fell into his arms, tears streaming down your face as you held your lover tightly, whispering out a shaky "Yes" into his chest.

Months went by, the wedding went off without a hitch.

Mimzy was your maid of honor. No one else was really there for your wedding, considering your family had cut ties with you years ago, and all Alastors' relatives were either deceased or overseas.

Nonetheless it was a happy and joyful union.

Alastor had kept true to his word and never killed another human, kissing your shiny ring every night like a reminding prayer.

Your bakery gained popularity since you were now Mrs Hartfelt. But popularity has its downsides... it wasn't long until women started talking about you, jealous of your position as Alastors wife.

The words themself didn't hurt you much, but the constant harassment and inability to leave the house without being called a harlot, that was slowly getting to you.

Alastor had assured you many nights before bed that things would get better, and if need be, he would give up his career as a radio host. The poor man would do anything for your happiness, anything to assure that you'd stay his forever...Even kill if you'd permit him to.

But there was only so much Alastor could do... it wasn't until one evening when you failed to show up to your shared home that he began to lose it.

Alastor was on edge, thinking of all the possibilities, you could've been held back at the bakery by a man who held ill intentions, you could be checking in with mimzy or got taken by a jealous fan. So many thoughts raced through his head as he slowly made his way to the door to look for you, eventually deciding against it, sitting back down as he patiently waited for your return...

Except you didn't.

It wasn't until a whole sleepless night had passed when he decided to go search for you. But of course, he came home empty handed. Were you unhappy in this marriage? Did you elope with a man he didn't know about? Did you realize you didn't love him and run away?

The second option was to call the police, something he's never done before.

The police launched an investigation, it was only until a month later, you were found in an alleyway, someone had called the cops about a crazy woman attacking a man, the situation escalated to the man killing her in self-defense.

They found traces of drugs in your blood, filing you as a drug abuser.

your body was frail and malnourished, pale like it had been weeks since you last seen the sun.

Alastor was called to the scene to see if this lady was indeed his wife.

When he arrived, he felt like the world was about to open up and swallow him whole.

As his eyes fell onto your pale lifeless body, something snapped inside of him.

You were never one to use drugs, never one to attack someone for no reason... something was wrong.

He knelt down and held your hand with tears in his eyes. Although he had seen many dead bodies in his life, this was the one body he never wanted to see like this.

He hated how your body was treated the same as the trash that walked the earth, like a lowly peasant when instead, the world should weep for the loss of you.

'This is all wrong' he thought, as he cradled your body in his lap as your blood stained his white shirt, but he couldn't care less as the last ray of light left his dark world.

It was long after your funeral, he hasn't been able to sleep since then. Every night he'd wait until daybreak for your arrival, like this was all some twisted joke.

It wasn't until one day he realized you needed revenge.

Yes, he promised to never kill anyone, but that was when you were alive, when you were beside him, when he was able to fall asleep with you by his side every night, Before you were selfishly taken from him.

He hasn't slept in days, maybe weeks? He couldn't remember... all he knew was that the man needed to pay for what he did to you...

It took a while but he eventually found the lying heathen.

There he was, sitting at mimzys bar, the same bar he met you, sitting on the same stool that YOU would sit on... it made Alastor sick watching this man live like he didn't take you away from him.

Alastor walked in, and sat beside the wretched man.

"You seem familiar" Al questioned, sipping on his whiskey.

The smug bastard grinned before turning to him "I'm the hero that took down that crazy bitch not long ago"

It took all of Alastors' willpower to seem calm and oblivious.

"My, you must be quite the hero then, let me buy you a drink and you can tell me ALL about it" Alastor motioned for a drink to be served, and the unknowing bastard fell right into Alastors wicked game.

It didn't take long to say the least. This prick was an easy target, and now here he was, being buried in a forest in the middle of nowhere.

You surely would not be happy with your dear husband actions... but who could stop him now?

For months, the spilling killer of New orleans went on a rampage, almost no one was safe, not even dear old Marjorie...

Eventually, alastor had killed all the men and women involved in your kidnapping and drugging... and here he was, burying the last one...

What would he do now? You weren't there for him to return to... all his plans revolved around your future with him

I guess all he could do now

.

.

.

Was Die

As if on cue, a bullet pierced Alastors skull straight through his forehead... as everything went black...

Hello! I've been working on this for a while now, at least a week, and I think I'm just going to make another part for this, keep an eye open for it cause it will hold the afterlife of these two lovers!

#hazbin hotel #alastor #alastor x reader #alastor the radio demon #human alastor x reader #human alastor

[satrs]

SAME, i love that man fr 🙈 so what about you give us some geto cock warming, pretty please 🏃‍♀️🚶‍♀️🧎‍♀️🐩

🐥 (Lol i think i request too much but i can't help it 🙈)

ᥲ/ᥒ ꜝꜝ ✎ I love you for this 🐥 nonnie om gahhhhd I am so desperate for him I think I might go insane. I’m literally over here doing backflips bro

Now Suguru and cockwarming….

He’s always on high alert when it comes to you and your needs, rushes to your side immediately, and aids you with complete devotion.

But there were times when he questioned his morals - and his behavior towards you. Because the sweet little girl you usually pretended to me sometimes got caught in a crossfire with the dark corners of your mind. Corners where you wished to test the limits of his unconditional love and care.

But you soon realized that you should've kept those thoughts at the back of your mind, preventing the torturous treatment you had to bear.

"I'm always so nice and sweet to you, princess." You squirmed in his hold, unable to move because of his bruising grip against your hips, his cock lodged deep inside of you.

You try to move, earning some kind of friction, feeling full of his thick girth not enough, longing to receive the addicting pleasure he always gave you. Always didn't include now.

"I'm talking to you, princess." An unoccupied hand took your chin in hand, firmly turning your head to face him, piercing dark eyes not leaving yours, expecting an answer. "It's rude to not answer, you know."

You whine, nails digging into his shoulders and your senses on high alert. "Yes, Suguru. Always so good to me. I'm sorry for acting like that, I didn't think about it. Just, please. I need you."

You felt your heart sink at his low chuckle, stern expression now replaced by a menacing smirk, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek as silence followed, eyes roaming over your body.

"You are?" You nodd eagerly, eyebrows frowning as you search his for mercy in his eyes, your eyes lighting up in excitement as his grip left your hip, finger now rubbing tight circles on your clit.

He suppressed a moan once your cunt clenched tightly around his length. "You sure?" You nod again, head falling in the crook of his neck, a shacky moan escaping you, carefully rocking your hips against his. "Yes. I'm so sorry. Never gonna act up again, promise."

You cry out in impatience at the loss of contact, eyes widening at the sight of his dark expression. "Don't you dare move, you lying brat."

Movements stopping, you didn't dare to move any further, too scared of what other punishment he had in store for you, apologetic look on your face as you stay silent.

"See where your shit got you now?" Your sorries fell on deaf ears, his attention now fading from you, as he occupied himself on the phone.

"The more you clench or grind that needy cunt down on me, the longer this will take."

©︎𝐊-𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐒. all rights reserved. Do NOT plagiarize, copy, modify, republish, or translate my work in any way!

#◛⑅·˚ ᵂᴼᴿᴷ #♡˳ᴶᴶᴷ #lec writes!۵ #jjk smut #geto smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen geto #getou suguru #jjk suguru #suguru

[wonderbias]

Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) - Chapter One

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x OC (Visenya Targaryen)

Warnings: MDNI, +18, language, violence, manipulation, sexism (style a la medieval), blood, angst, kinda dark?, kinslayer Aemond.

AN: The dividers are from @itbmojojoejo. Their work is awesome, and they make one of the prettiest dividers I've seen. Any questions/asks/any kind of message, feel free to contact me. Enjoy!

Dearest daughter, I've accepted the terms. You are right, as always, and this war will only lead to more losses. I cannot say that your father is of the same opinion, but I managed to convince him. We've lost too much…and I am a selfish woman, I cannot bear to lose another one of my children. I'll be seeing you in two weeks and I only pray for the time to go by faster. All my love for you, my sweet girl. Mother.

Visenya, All is fucked, sister. Mother and Daemon are devastated, she took the only thing that kept him away from his grief: the war, and he's fucking pissed. Joffrey pulled a joke on him…didn't work. Baela cut her hair short…nobody bat an eye. Rhaena, I'm so worried for her, before he was her betrothed Luc was her friend…the tear marks seem like they are permanent on her face. This war has taken their strength to live and, honestly, I don't give a shit about the Throne (like, Aegon can get impaled on a sword and I wouldn't care) when my family is suffering. I wish things were like before. All of us playing on the beach, Luke alive and you not married to the Kinslayer. I've tried…like you asked me, but he took our brother Vis…and, as much as I wish for him to be dead, I know it wouldn't be possible without hurting you in the process. So I'll be visiting the Red Keep for one last time…and you're welcome to visit me and Baela (she misses you too) in Driftmark. I need you. I need my sister. I miss you. But don't ever ask me again to make a truce with Aemond. Jace.

The Red Keep had never been livelier.

The walls had been covered with more heraldry of the Seven but also the old Targaryen and Valyrian decorations had been placed back. Servants ran quickly through the halls, carrying food or clothes; the King's Guards armor had been polished until it shined like silver under the sun.

The new Targaryen heraldry hung proudly at the entrance of the Great Hall, and inside it was filled with more. It was truly a lavish and expensive Targaryen party, a banquet and hunting celebration for the newfound peace in the Realm.

But Aemond paid attention to the details…

Like the green drapes, or the green tablecloths. The maids and servants were also in green, and the whole family had expensive clothes made in green for the occasion.

It was a Targaryen party, yes, but the Hightowers were the ones celebrating the rendition of Rhaenyra.

When he walked into the Great Council, everyone turned to look at him. An already drunk Aegon smiled -the same disgusting smile he had given Aemond before making fun of him-.

"There he is, Mother. Ask him and don't bother me," Aegon said as he raised his cup to be filled.

Her mother's tense gaze found his eye, "Is it true?"

His tongue poked his cheek while he sat down, his grandfather calculated eye didn't leave him, "Is what true?"

"That Alys Rivers has come as the Lady of House Strong," there was a plea in Alicient's eyes. 

His face was devoid of any expression, "Aegon legitimized her and she's an ally. I don't see any problem." His fingers moved to touch the pad of his thumb. Once. Twice. Thrice.

Alicient's face fell, her heartbeat pounding in her ears and desperation creeping up her muscles. Her face turned to her father, but he didn't return her look, Aegon seemed preoccupied by the fact that the wine didn't last too much. Was she the only sane person here?

"Aemond, if they find out-"

"I'm taking her as a second wife. The official version will be that Visenya is barren…and that she wasn't able to give me an heir," his tone was flat and devoid of any kind of emotion.

His mother looked like the Stranger had appeared in front of her eyes. 

Then Aegon laughed, a loud and unfunny sound, one that the maids knew well when he forced himself upon them, "You fucker! You're really humiliating our sister! Oh, Aemond, I never knew you were this funny!"

His mother grabbed her necklace, the points of the Star digging in her skin, "This isn't right. Rhaenyra will think that this is an insult…all of this will be for nothing…"

"If I may speak, my Queen," Lord Larys whispering voice was finally heard, "It is not a bad idea. It would weaken Princess Rhaenyra's claim even more."

"Rhaenyra and her family are coming to sign a peace treaty. We are walking on thin ice with them, and it is only by your wife's intervention that we have come to this point. If she comes to sign and finds her only daughter, unhappy and surrounded by rumors of infertility, with her husband taking a second wife…I'm afraid she'll have enough reason to put our heads on pikes," Alicient remarked, her voice trembling at the thought of everything going wrong.

There was a silence in the room, only interrupted by Aegon sipping sounds. For a King he has the manners of a drunken peasant.

"Prince Aemond will wed Alys Rivers a fortnight after the signing of the treaty. You must not be seen in public with the woman," the Hand finally spoke, calculating eyes fixed on Aemond.

Alicient's mouth went agape, "Father you surely-"

"This is for the sake of the Realm, my Queen. Besides, the Princess has no lands to her name…while Lady Alys does. Your son will be the next Lord of Harrenhall…you must think with perspective," the tone of his voice made Alicient blush and sit back on the chair.

From the corner of his eye Aemond noticed Aegon's smile…he took great joy at seeing his mother reprimanded like some little girl. Maybe that explained why he let their grandfather rule in his name.

Aemond stood, "If that's all, I shall retire. My King."

He didn't wait for Aegon's dismissal to leave.

As soon as the door opened, Aemond was greeted with the sun peeking through the curtains and the room filled with his wife's perfume.

They had been moved to bigger chambers after their marriage, ones that his mother had cautiously decorated in black and red, to try to make Visenya feel at home. The last rays of sunlight made it look more spacious and the view to the Blackwater Bay gave the sensation of being on the edge of the world…where nothing could stop you and nothing could reach you.

He walked into the room, his footsteps resounding in the emptiness of the chamber, and stopped at one of the chairs in front of the window.

"Wife," was all he said.

The woman in the chair turned, "Husband."

Visenya Targaryen was everything a woman of their house was supposed to be. Her beauty could only resemble that of the Goddesses of Old Valyria, with high cheekbones, plump lips and a soft straight nose. Her hair was the same shade of her mother's, but longer and always styled with intricate braids, while her eyes were a bright purple.

Sometimes Aemond wondered if her beauty was what made her so hard to love.

She was ethereal, a true beauty with impeccable manners, a proud daughter of Old Valyria.

He had been ecstatic when their engagement had been announced. Aemond Targaryen, the scarred prince, was to wed the most beautiful maiden House Targaryen had seen in years? A pure Valyrian bride just for him?

It was as if the Gods were compensating him for his losses, for his place in birth, for the lack of love he had.

So he had married her. Bedded her. Made her scream his name in pleasure, over and over again.

He had found a partner, the friend he had always needed, and a lover…all in the same person.

They were happy. 

But shit happens.

After his father had died, his mother had ordered for her to be locked in their rooms. Visenya had asked him, day after day, to set her free, to let her write to her mother, to use her as a messenger and a bridge for peace.

Otto had dismissed her and so had Alicient, when she had asked for reason, to let her intervene. Aemond had talked with his wife, over and over again, trying to convince her to stay quiet and to obey.

But she was too much like…them.

And then, Storm's End had happened.

Water dripped from his thick coat and from his hair while he walked through the hallways to their chambers.

He knew he had a report to make, but right now he needed…he needed peace.

When the doors closed behind him, he started to undress, his clothes leaving a puddle of water on the floor. 

He needed them out. It…it felt like the water was pulling him down like…

Like the tides over Luke's body…

Gods…he hadn't meant to. No, no, he didn't kill him, Vhagar attacked Arrax…yes, Vhagar had defended herself and her rider…she was old, surely everyone would understand…and she was a war dragon…she had tried to protect him…Arrax should…should have flown faster…but…maybe it was Luke's fault…who takes a dragon like that in the heavy rain? Yes, it…it was Luke's fault…

"Aemond…?" her voice sounded from the spot on their bed. "Aemond what…? What happened? You're dripping wet!"

Her footsteps resounded in their chamber and, suddenly, she was in front of him, her hair shining gold from the light of the candles. Her hands helped him take off his clothes quickly and covered him in dry clothes, her mouth moved but he couldn't understand her words.

He shook his head, trying to focus on her soft voice while her hands worked on him.

"...and you're gone. What's happening? Please, Aemond, tell me…I'm going mad and my husband leaves without telling me to Gods only know where and-"

"Storm's End," was his shaky answer. Gods, he was freezing.

Visenya furrowed her brows and moved him closer to the fire, her hands rubbing his chest to warm him, "What were you doing there?"

It was obvious she was deceiving herself, she knew what had happened the past days…there could only be one reason for his presence in Storm's End.

Still, his mouth and his mind weren't in the same rhythm, he had never been this cold, "Allies…Luke."

Her brows furrowed even more as she understood the meaning: he had been sent by his brother to seek an alliance with House Baratheon, her mother had apparently had the same idea so she sent Luke there too.

"Oh…" what more could she say? Every word she spoke about this matter left her in a more dangerous position. "I'll give you some wine to warm you up."

She moved off him and went to the little table where the pitcher and two cups were, after filling one she returned by his side and helped him drink, "Well…maybe this…this will bring a peaceful solution. I'm sure Luke will-"

"He had an accident," the wine had helped him get warmer…and to make his tongue loose.

At that, he felt her body stiffening and she moved to look him straight in the eye, "Luke…what? Is he alright?"

"He fell off his dragon…to the sea," was his only answer.

A gasp left her lips, her hands already shaking, "What? H-How?!"

When he didn't answer, her hands went to the collar of his shirt. The tears were already coating her beautiful face…she looked like the statue of The Maiden crying for losing her virtue, "What happened Aemond?! Tell me?!"

His hands gripped her wrists, his voice coming now a little more stable, "Calm down, woman. It…it just…happened."

Her cries were heartbreaking, "Why?! He…He was just a child! How…how did it happen?"

He moved to wrap his arms around her, her tears wetting his neck, "He fell off his saddle…Arrax was already dead."

They stayed like that for a few moments, hugging each other tightly. It had been a horrible accident…but Luke had should known better than to fly with-

"What do you mean that Arrax was already dead, Aemond?" her voice was only a whisper, her hands slowly falling from his shoulders while her head moved away from his neck. When her eyes found his she pulled away, eyes wide open and her lips curved into a sinister sneer, as if she couldn't control her face and emotions.

"I-I…" his mouth opened and closed, not knowing how to answer his wife. What could he tell her? "He…Arrax came too close to Vhagar…and his fire hurt Vhagar so…she chased him…" 

Her nostrils flared and her eyes still shined with tears, "You fucker…tell me the truth." 

Suddenly, their doors opened and Alicient came running , followed by Aegon and the Hand, the older woman's face contorted in pain and…anger.

"What did you do?! You cursed us all!" his mother's hands grabbed his face painfully.

"Mother I-" she didn't gave him time before a slap hit his scarred side.

Aegon was already laughing, delighted in the pain of others, "Oh, niece. My condolences. If you miss your younger brother search in Vhagar's mouth…some people say that his Velaryon cape is between her teeth. Keep it as a memory, your King allows it."

A toe curling scream was her only answer, her hands going to her chest…as if wanting to rip her heart out.

After that he had given her space while he distracted himself with his brother's duties. After a few weeks she had allowed him to touch her, some weeks later she had finally allowed him to bed her again. But there was something missing…

After that, fucking her had become something distant, her presence a memory of his new gained title and, slowly but surely, every little thing about her that he held dear in his heart just…turned into things he despised.

That's why when he had met Alys it had been easy to let her into his bed, and not only her some other women too. He found himself enjoying their touch upon his skin, his confidence coming back. After all…what better thing than to carry a Targaryen bastard?

Alys had been so different to Visenya, always answering his demands and searching for his company.

Alys knew the hardships of the world, knew how unfair it was and how hard one had to fight to be heard. Her drive and ambition was what had pulled him to her, the fact that she was everything that his mother would hate in a woman made it even more exciting, a witch that wasn't afraid to play with magic to get what she wanted.

Visenya wasn't like that. 

She had been handed everything in a silver platter. Name it, she had it. Love, richness, luxurious clothes and people kneeling at her feet. 

A mother that loved her, a grandfather who had loved her even more than he had loved his own daughter, three father figures that protected her and loved her fiercely. 

A dragon. Because of course that Visenya had to claim Silverwing at seven namedays. 

(His father had thrown a feast for a week after that. Everyone already calling her "the Good Princess")

Even his own mother loved Visenya, her hate always directed to the bastards, one could see it in the way Alicient's eyes shined with nostalgia and love every time the Queen looked at her.

He took a deep breath and sat beside her, "Visenya, I need you to listen-"

She held up a hand, she didn't like to be interrupted when writing.

He closed his mouth and pressed his lips tightly, for a few seconds the only sound that was heard was that of her quill against parchment. His fingers tapped rhythmically the arm of the chair, impatiens growing on him.

The door opened and two servants walked with their hands full of clothes, but they knew better than to be seen or heard. Their light footsteps were added to the sounds in the room.

Finally, her quill stopped moving, "Sorry, Aemond. I didn't mean to interrupt you, please, tell me."

His jaw clenched a few times, "Tomorrow your mother arrives and, I'm sure, she will hear of our troubles-"

"Troubles that all couples have," her lilac eyes were soft. This is weird.

"Yes. But, as I was saying, if she's displeased, the Peace Treaty is in danger and we can't afford that, can we?" his tone was condescending, as if speaking with a child.

Because you are a child, always sticking your nose where it isn't called.

To his surprise her hands moved to grasp his softly, "Aemond…I'm sorry."

"F-For what?" just what was she saying?

"I haven't been the best wife for you. I placed a blame on you because I was angry and torn with grief, and that was wrong and uncalled for. Day by day, I ask myself 'what could have been if…?' but recently I have started to ask myself 'What can I do now?'

But now I know: we have to work for our future. And my future is with you, giving you babies and loving them. And loving you…I have never stopped loving you. So, I'm asking you for another chance, to give our marriage a second chance for love."

His mouth was closed but his eye was wide open, confusion and surprise mixed in the lilac of his eye, "I…"

Be calm. Be calm. Be calm.

A sigh left her lips and her hands gave him a soft squeeze, "Think about it, please. We…can take one step at a time…so that we can remember why we fell in love with each other."

She stood up and grabbed her letter, then leaned down to kiss his forehead, her sweet and fruity perfume invading his nose.

When the door had closed behind her and the maids, he went in search of the pitcher and took a great swig of wine.

What the fuck was that?

Rhaenyra arrived the next day.

On dragon back, obviously. 

He saw his mother swallow and close her eyes in a quick prayer at the roaring of the dragons, Helaena beside her with her usual disperse demeanor and Aegon sitting on the chair at the head of the table looking…well, absolutely miserable. The only one who looked truly happy was Otto: he could swore he had never seen his grandfather's smile. The rest of the Councilmen were present, the Lords barely holding their excitement at the perspective of "Maegor with teats" kneeling.

The Great Hall was covered on Aegon's and Rhaenyra's heraldry, a symbol of the union and peace between the two factions of House Targaryen, and a huge banner of the red dragon in a black background was displayed behind Aegon. Just for this occasion, they all were wearing black and red.

"You should have brought your wife, Aemond. That would make Rhaenyra feel…at ease," whispered Alicient, her hand against her chest.

He bit his tongue before answering, "She didn't want to be here, mother."

Visenya and him had spoken the night before about this and she had expressed her desire to not be present at the moment of signing the treaty, a frown and sadness in her face as she said it.

Just then, the doors opened and then his half-sister appeared, followed by his uncle and their offspring. It was evident that no one except Rhaenyra wanted this: Daemon had a expression of disgust and his hand was at the pommel of Dark Sister, ready for a fight; Jacaerys seemed like he would rather swallow shattered glass than being here, and his betrothed had the same expression, and Lord Corlys looked absolutely furious…another chance lost for the Velaryons for their "blood" to sit on the Throne.

The expression on Rhaenyra's face was…shocking, to say the least. She looked like the shell of the woman he had met and heard of, her lilac eyes seemed…lifeless.

He was surprised to see the twin of Ser Erryk move forward, "Queen Rhaenyra, first of her name, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men. Lady of the Seven Kingdoms. Protector of the Realm."

They all watched as she walked forward, followed by two members of her Queensguard and Daemon, until she was face to face with Aegon.

"Brother."

"Sister."

In an extremely surprising act of manners, Aegon had offered his sister his arm. If Rhaenyra was shocked by it she hid it very well, the only sign of her surprise was a slight twitch on her mouth corner, and her hand placed on top of his arm, accepting his offer.

When they finally reached the table, where two parchments and two quills waited for them, Otto couldn't hold back and finally spoke, "It is a wise decision Princess. You are preventing unnecessary bloodshed."

Daemon looked ready to go over the man and make mincemeat out of him.

"Then my baby and my son were blood that needed to be spilled?" her voice was filled with anger despite it's tone.

She turned around to look at Aemond, pure hate in her eyes. It was obvious that Otto had fucked up and the treaty hung on a thin thread.

Alicient moved forwards as a last attempt to stop violence before it began, her hands clasped on the front of her gown and already bloody, "No one is implying that, Princess. We mourn the deaths of Princess Visenya and…Prince Lucerys, we are family after all."

Daemon scoffed and muttered "fucking cunt".

Taking advantage of the distraction, Aegon's Master of Laws moved forward, "If I may interrupt, your highnesses, we should proceed with the signing."

He handed Rhaenyra her copy of the treaty and motioned to a chair. After her eyes scanned those of Aemond and Alicient, she moved and sat down on the offered chair. Her eyes moved along the parchment, her face still devoid of any emotion as she analyzed the contents. After what felt like hours she reached for the quill.

That was it. That was the moment they were all waiting…the moment where she would finally renounce any claim for her and for her line.

"Is there any reason why my daughter is not here?" she asked no one in particular.

Alicient's eyes opened wide and her mouth opened and closed a few times.

"My wife didn't want to be present," Aemond stepped forward.

Daemon raised an eyebrow, "And why is that?"

Rhaenyra placed a hand on the parchment and looked at the Dowager Queen, "I will sign…but I would like to see my daughter. Surely you can understand…"

The soft and broken lilac eyes melted Alicient and she found herself incapable of denying a mother that simple plea -after all, Rhaenyra had lost two children and her only daughter was the one that tried to mend things between the two factions-.

The Dowager Queen searched Aemond's face but it was Aegon who gave the order, "Brother, go and fetch your wife. Now."

Aemond took a deep breath and nodded, before turning on his heels and walking out of the Great Hall, the path to the chambers on Maegor's Holdfast took him some time.

The door was unguarded -he had ordered all the white cloaks and yellow cloaks to be on guard earlier that day- so he twisted the knob for himself.

The chamber was dark, someone had pulled the curtains blocking the sunlight, "Visenya? Your mother requests your presence…"

Silence.

He walked in and tried to navigate, as best as he could, in the darkness of their room. 

"Visenya?" He repeats again.

Nothing.

By the corner of his eye he noticed a thin strip of light, so he walked to it and extended a hand, making contact with the thick cloth of the curtains.

With a movement of his arm, he pulls the curtains away, light invading the room and hitting every corner. Things are just like he left them this morning: a linen shirt on the back of a chair, the teapot and two cups on the table against the window, and one of his daggers on the nightstand.

But there's one thing that has changed.

His wife is nowhere in sight.

The sixth day of the seventh month - 127 AC I proposed. I have never heard of a woman who propositions a man -not a decent one, at last. But I did. I proposed to my uncle. And he said yes. His beautiful purple eye opened wide in shock when I asked him…as if he couldn’t believe it and then he grabbed me by my neck and asked if I was playing a game, that he would take one of my eyes if I kept on teasing him. I was not. I confessed my feelings. How I had always loved him -first as a sweet boy, now as a woman can love a man-, how I mourned for him when my brother took his eye, and how I wished for him to be my King Consort when my mother died.  I told him I loved him. He kissed me, and was not soft, his mouth on mine was demanding, but his hands on my hips were gentle, as if I was made of the finest porcelain. He is the only one I desire. The only one I will love for the rest of my days. Even if he does not know it, my heart already belongs to him.

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Ocean Deep Ch6 A Slight Change In Planning

Warnings: Mentioned kidnapping and mistreatment of the mermaids. Mentioned death.)

@six-eyed-samurai

The warm sun shown down on the bright sand matching the golden colors of the sand grains making up the beautiful scenery. The waves gently lulled against the grinding grains. Golden sand meeting blue water as the waves gently hugged them good morning. 

Water hugged up to her waist as she giggled and dug herself deeper into the soft squishy sand just under the waves near the waves. She was so close to the surface all she really had to do was just sit up and push up a foot or two more and her head would poke right out of the water. One should always be careful when near the surface especially if humans were about but she couldn't help it. The sand was so soft and comfy. She was just curling herself into the comfort of it all.

"It looks like you're having fun." A hand held up a newly caught tuna. It still wriggled about in his hand trying to get away. He would've already skewered it but the sight of her giggling at her own fun and enjoyment.

"IT'S SO SOFT!! We should get some of this sand for our seabed! Makio's always complaining about the bed being too hard!"

"Heh. You think so?"

"I know so! ..But I'm hungry now!"

He blinked- "Pfft. Hahaha! You got hungry just from doing nothing but rolling around in the sand like a guppy?" He couldn't help the laugh he gave her. It was so random it was amusing. Of course the pout she gave her with her puffed out cheeks was also a bonus.

"It's not funny! I am hungry! You're just making fun of me for not eating anything yet!"

"Well it's a good thing I make sure to provide for my wives." He loved the way her big blue eyes just widened as he just held out the wriggling fish in his hand. "Looky here. I just happened to remember your favorite."

"HHHHHAAAA!!! TUNA!!" If she wasn't already underwater, her mouth would be drooling. "YOU GOT IT JUST FOR ME?!"

"But of course. I can spoil you all I want..Just don't tell Hina about this. She's still on my case on giving you that entire net's worth of shrimp for yourself."

"AAAAHHH!! You didn't have to do this!"

A hand placed itself on her head making her look up to the smiling face staring down on her. 

"Yes. I do have to. I also want to do this for you. After all, you deserve it so much, Suma. I'll catch you as much as your heart desires. Ok? So don't worry about it. I'll always take care of my girls."

"Aaaaaaahhhahahaaaaa!"

You had jumped as Suma doubled over and fell to her side in a crying fit, curling up in the fetal position. A fresh new stream of tears flowed down her tears and staining her eyes red. You were stunned by the sudden reaction completely unmoving and silent for a long moment before you looked at Hinatsuru next to you and seeing the pink eyed mermaid looking just as stunned as you but she looked much paler. Her pretty ruby jewelry stood out against her pale face. You looked behind you at Makio who had the same expression as her wife. You looked back to Suma as her sobs picked up in volume sobbing her eyes out in the fetal position and holding her clasped hands to her chest. After another few seconds you unsurely spoke-

"What's a...Tengen??" That's what she said right?

"A A A A A A H H H H H H!!!!!"

Your words had the opposite effect. Body jumping as Suma W A I L E D loud enough to probably shake your windows if this room had any! In a panic you held up hands in a comfort pose. If someone heard her then there might be trouble.

"Hey! I- it's ok! I'm sorry for asking! You need to calm down before someone hears you!" Two hands awkwardly patted her back in a vain attempt to comfort the gasping mermaid. "There, there! It's ok! Everything's ok- AH!!"

Without warning Suma threw herself at you completely throwing her arms around you and pulling you into a bone crushing bear hug. Her face buried itself into your shoulder as her ugly gasps and sobs continued..Um. Ok. This was happening you guessed. At least her voice was muffled now. 

"There, there??" You again awkwardly patted her back in an attempt to calm her down half expecting Makio to yell at her again to stop being a crybaby but oddly both were silent. "Look. Whatever upset you I'll fix. Ok? " You tried appeasing her to try and calm her down. "Shh. Shh." You hugged her back to you pulling her closer and patting the back of her head. "If it's the fish, I'll throw it out and just get you something else. How about that?"

Her only answer was the ugly crying wetting your shoulder. What just happened? One moment you were just sitting down having a good time and the next there was...Well this. What could've gotten into her that made her cry? Well cry more seriously than she usually does. Behind you Makio's eyes trailed from your head to Suma's hands gripping your back- 

?!

"What the-" Your head snapped back over your shoulder as you felt Makio just RIP away Suma's hand from your back nearly tearing a hole in the fabric of your dress. "What are you doing?!"

She said nothing as she just desperately forced her counterpart to open her palm only to tear out what was inside it. Makio's face if possible became even more pale than before as she finally got a good look at what it was sitting in her palm. The little Silver stones clinked together as they were jostled in her palms.

"Hina!" 

Wordlessly Hinatsuru leaned over to look at what Makio thrusted at her, and fell silent and wide eyed as her eyes fell upon the strand of stones. After a stunned moment of silence she silently took the strand from Makio to gently hold on her own hands. As she was beside you, you were able to finally see what was being passed around and saw they were holding-..

A string of stones??

Your brows rose as you just stared at it. It was a strand of plain looking but obviously cut and polished silvery grey stones. That's what made her cry? 

"What's that?"

"Tengen." Her answer was brief, blunt, and devoid of any emotion. 

That caught your attention. Your brows raised. F/c eyes looked at the strand of strange stones in Hina's hands in question. That's 'tengen'?? What the heck was 'tengen'?? A type of rock? Didn't sound like any type of rock you knew.

"What's 'Tengen'?"

"Tengen Uzui. He's our husband."

HUSBAND?! F/c went wide looking between her and then to Suma (who was still crying into your shoulder and had knocked the fish she gave you out of your lap-) and the to Makio who looked about ready to cry herself and then back to look at the stones in Hina's hands. That was their husband?? Well they did mention once about having two husbands on top of being each other's wife. ... Mermaid marriages were very strange. But no. Wait a second. It wouldn't make sense for them to be married to a strand of rocks. Did the rocks belong to this Tengen man?

"And these are his?", you asked gesturing one hand to the rocks.

Hinatsuru shakily nodded. "Yes. We'd recognize them even if we were blind." She looked at the basket of fish before back to you. "Where did you get those fish?"

"The butcher's. I told you that-"

"THEY'RE GONNA MAKE HIM INTO F-F-FOOOOOODDD!! AAAAAAAHHHAHAHAAAAA!!!"

You winced as Suma wailed again right next to your ear. "Ow! He's not gonna be butchered! The entire shop is an open space." You could literally walk in and see them cutting and the store room where the meat was kept to be dried, seasoned, or jerkied. "If there was any mermaids in there, I would've literally seen him. It's more likely that his ...rocks just got caught up in one of the fishing nets and transported here by accident." You took the chance to grab Suma's fish and toss it back into the basket where it landed on top of the others with a wet splat sound.

"Then that means he's close by." Hina's face lit up as she looked at you with wide eyes. "Where did these fish come from?"

"They're some of the last ones our sea boats could carry." You explained raising a brow. "Lately some rouge sirens having been sinking any ships  that's leaving the nearest port at the beach, so most of the men have been taking to leaving for other bodies of water nearby for our goods. That's why most of the overstock has been so cheap." Or free in your case.

"Tengen!!"

"AH!!"

You were suddenly shaken back and forth by Suma who finally pulled away from your shoulder only to grab and start shaking you with inhuman strength.

"HE'S DOING ALL OF THIS TRYING TO FIND US!! I KNEW HE WOULDN'T GIVE UP!! HE LOVES US TOO MUCH!!" She sobbed and wailed as she shook your body. "HE'S SO CLOSE BY-!!!"

"SUMA!! Quit shaking her before you bust her brain!!" Makio angrily grabbed your shoulders and halter your movements. Your eyes rolled around before shaking your dizzy head.

"Oops..Sorry. But he's here!! He's really here!!" Suma gushed happily grabbing her cheeks and smiling widely. "I mean not here-here but it's so close if something of his shows up right?!"

"It depends." Hinatsuru's expression and tone did not change from the blunt, far off stare she was giving the stones she still held before her hands slowly closed around them and she took an inhale before looking at you again. "How far away is the ocean from here?"

You blinked. "Uh. Well the nearest beach is a month away from here. Two weeks if by horse. But there's lots of rivers here that lead back to the ocean." You shuffled out of Suma's and Makio's grip. "That was kinda my plan from the beginning. I mean I wanted to make sure you three were strong enough to like swim through currents and stuff, and so I was gonna wait until the end of this month and then take you back up to the nearby river." As if to demonstrate you pointed north. "It'll eventually lead you back to the river."

"That won't work."

You blinked taken aback by Hinatsuru's blunt tone. You thought that was a good idea. "Why not? You guys would be home free!"

"If what you said I'd true about humans fishing in the rivers now, then there's the greater chance of us getting captured." You froze. "On top of that there's less safety than there would be in the oceans. It's not just humans and nets that pose a danger to us."

You... hadn't even thought about that honestly. If you released them into the river then they could very likely get captured again, and that time they wouldn't have anyone to help them. They were lucky to have had you there, and that time you were lucky to not have been caught at all. 

"Oh..I uh.. Hadn't thought of that before. But that's good right? That your husband is close by-.. Wait." Your brain whirled a bit as it processed a piece of Intel that was previously said before you slowly looked at her with eyes the size of plates as reality slapped you across the face. "YOUR HUSBAND IS THE ONE SINKING OUR SHIPS?!"

Hinatsuru blinked. "I-...Well to be fair it's perfectly justified-"

"Justified?! Our whole town is a fishing and trading community!" You frowned hard at her. "For months our ships have been destroyed and our whole way of life has been altered! Half the town has been considering just up and moving away because of the depletion! Fish aren't just food for us, but a way of life!"

Who knows how much this will affect you after he stopped? IF he stopped. Less fish means less income. Less income means the families her will suffer more than they had been for the last few months! 

"He's VERY justified thank you!," Makio piped up again behind you, "And so were we! He's only doing this because all of the humans in this town are bigoted greedy assholes who want nothing more than to make us suffer!"...You blinked as two arms suddenly wrapped around your body in a semi hug. "Except you of course."

"Y/N'S not like that and all!! Don't make her hate us!!"

"IM NOT SEA SLUG FOR BRAINS!!"

You rose a brow at Makio like she didn't insult half your remaining family and friends in the town. "...Right." You decided not to comment on the basis that they did suffer from the hands of humans. "So how can we make him stop?"

"You can't." You froze again as Hinatsuru stared seriously but calmly. "If it really is Tengen, then he isn't going to stop until he gets what he wants."

"And..What is it that he wants?"

"Us. Of course."

"...How long exactly have you been gone from the ocean?"

She shook her head. "I lost track after we were brought here. How long has these attacks been happening?"

"Nearly a year now. It just started with rumors that a few boats in a different and far away area was experiencing but no one thought much of it." You shrugged as you felt Makio slowly start to untangle and comb through your hair again. "They were only rumors at the time and there was no way to really know if they were true. Plus even if it was it wasn't a concern. Sometimes ships sink because of the weather or the sailors are inexperienced. It happens. But-.."

"But?," Hinatsuru pressed raising a brow as you trailed off. 

You made an 'eeehhh' face with a roll of your wrist. "Strange things started happening."

"Like what things?" The way she was looking at and speaking to you reminded you of a mother or teacher interrogating a child.

"Well..A ship or two went missing along with everyone on it." You slumped your shoulders with a heavy sigh. "A lot of people were grieving over the massive losses." You'd never forget about all the crying faces and sorrow the families felt. By far that was the biggest mass funeral your town had ever seen. "And then the disappearances started to happen. Within the span of a few months four girls-" Your hand held up four fingers. "-went missing." No one had gone missing since you were a child. So the sudden disappearances made you scared. "And then more ships started to get damaged and sink and it just kept escalating and escalating until eventually the culprit was identified and now no one can even place a boat in the water because it'll just be torn up and sunk. No one could really stop them so they all started to fish in the nearby lakes and rivers instead."...You hummed. "Now that I think about it..All of the disappearances happened right at or close to the river." The three exchanged glances. "Would you three know anything about that?"

All three either shrugged or shook their heads. "No. Even if those disappearances were caused by someone we know, we couldn't have any way to know. We've been trapped, and hauled around like cargo for a long time."

"Hey. I know this might be a sensitive topic but how did you three get captured in the first place?"

"It was an accident at first." You rose a brow. "Really. It was. We were sleeping in a seabed and a net was scrapping along the seafloor. Caught us off guard and by the time we realized it, it was too late. The sailors were as surprised as you when you first found us..But as you can obviously guess, they didn't exactly have any ideas of letting us go."

"That must've been why he started sinking those ships."

Jeez! Just how strong WAS this single merman in he could sink solid thick wooden ships so easily?! You knew that these three alone were obviously very strong as they yanked you around. Were mermen stronger than mermaids?? Or was it just this one merman who was incredibly strong? It was so, so confusing. At least you had an understanding of the situation now. 

"Y/n can take us back can't she?!"

A duck sound went off in your mind. ..What?

"Gah!!" You were once again grabbed by the shoulders by Suma who lit up brightly smiling. 

"You can take us to the ocean right?! You already brought us here, so you can do that too! Right?!" And like dominos the other two looked at you expectantly.

"I-...*sigh* It's not that easy. I don't have anyway to travel with you all."

"HUH?! But why?! You  had that wagon."

"Had. Past tense. The wagon wasn't mine, and the owner already took it back weeks ago."

A tense silence passed over the four of you as wondering thoughts and realization take it's course. Eventually but quietly they moved. Makio started on your hair again and Hinatsuru picked up your hand once again to look at your nails. Suma was the only one who still looked ready to cry with her bottom lip quivering and and eyes watery. 

"You mean..W-We're never gonna ge-get home?"

"No!" Suma jolted as a hand clasped onto her arm. "I mean yes!" You held up your other hand despite Hina's protest. "You will get home. I-I just need some time to figure out what to do next, but I promise you I'm going to get you there... Somehow."

You just needed more time to figure out how you were going to do that...

It was a Wednesday morning when you came into work as usual. And as usual you saw Mrs. Henya glaring across from the street with an enraged scowl. Nothing too different for now at least. Your body only ignored her as you just made your way down the street and to the shop doors. You didn't want or need her targeting you next. You just pushed in the doors, stepped inside, and stepped inside- Only to freeze as a familiar face turned to look at you, and he smiled widely.

"Well if it isn't the most beautiful girl in town.~"

"Akira?!"

A dripping sound cascaded down on the surface of the water. It was really peaceful to watch and not at all harmful to anyone else who was under the water and watching the storm turn the top of the sea into rippling broken glass. Pink eyes gleamed up to the sky as she hummed and watched the pretty sight.

"Here you are. I was wondering where you were when I didn't find you in bed with the others."

She didn't have to turn around to know who that was. "I couldn't sleep. It kinda fascinating isn't it?" She gestured up to the surface. "If you were above it, you'd be knocked about and drowned but from down here it looks almost pretty. Like thousands of stones being tossed across the water. "

A chuckle was given as two arms wrapped around her body pulling her flush against a well toned and muscular chest. "Well it's a more flamboyant sight down here.~"

"Why do I get the feeling you're not talking about the Water's surface?" Her answer was a kiss to the top of her head. 

"I can't help that my wives are all visions of beauty.~ The first time I ever saw you scrounging around for lobsters, I thought 'there's a flashy woman who's gonna be my wife'."

"Mmm. I remember it differently."

"How so?"

"You stuttered when you tried talking to me and then you swam away when you panicked. I still think it was cute when you smacked into the dolphin swimming by."

"Hmph. I don't remember anything of the sort. You must be mistaken."

"And I suppose what really happened in your memory was me instantly swooning into your arms??"

"Well...maybe not instantly." If she could see his face, she would've seen him light up red in embarrassment as she giggled. "HEY! S-Shut up! I was totally under control the entire time!"

"Ok. If that's what you want to go by..But I still think it's cute when you stutter."

He grumbled just burying his face in her hair holding her tighter, making her giggle all the more.

"Hinatsuru? Hey, Hinatsuru!" 

Pink eyes blinked out of their dazed state. Gone was the soothing water and comfy hold around her body. Instead cold hard floor and a tub too small was what her eyes saw, along with a hand forcing a vegetable her way. A carrot it was called if she remembers right.

"Quit your daydreaming and eat. You're not doing yourself any favors by ignoring good food."

"Right...Not doing any of us any good."

#Ocean Deep #Kny #kimetsu gakuen #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #suma x reader #suma uzui #kny makio #makio x reader #makio uzui #hinatsuru x reader #hinatsuru uzui #tengen x wives #tengen x rengoku #demon slayer rengoku #rengoku kyojuro #rengoku kyoujurou #rengoku x reader #kyojuro rengoku #kny rengoku #kyojuro x y/n #kyojuro x reader #kny kyojuro #tengen x reader #demon slayer tengen #kny tengen #tengen uzui #uzui tengen #tengen x wives x reader #tengen x you

[thebiscuiteternal]

This timeline with Baby!NMJ and older NHS is adorable. Does NHS get any time to paint or participate in his hobbies? It would be really cute if he did and Bby!NMJ tried to help.

What little time he gets to himself, he usually spends caring for the sect's falcons. Since falconry was a hobby his father also enjoyed, and they're useful for catching small game, it's generally seen as "acceptable." He would like to have a wider variety of birds, but decided as a child that he didn't want the headache of having to justify himself constantly. The falcons are good enough, and they all love him and shamelessly beg for petting and cuddles.

On very, very rare occasions (when he has a reasonable expectation of being left alone all day), he'll paint. He's not a master, but it's good enough that it would be readily apparent to a discerning eye that he could be a master with practice. He found even less time to do it when Mingjue was very bitty, but around 2ish years of age, he started having extra supplies on hand so Mingjue could make finger scribble "paintings" of his own. It's a bonding exercise for them.

(Mingjue will never be a painter-painter, but even as a teenager, he sometimes drags Huaisang off and pull out the supplies when he can tell his brother is on the verge of a stress breakdown.)

---------------

"Gege." Nie Mingjue said as he held up his paper between chubby little ink-stained hands. "Look."

Nie Huaisang looked up from his own work in progress and had to bite back a smile at the Serious Business scowl on his three-year-old brother's face. Affecting an air of gravitas to play along, he laid his brush aside and took the paper, leaning back in his chair.

"Well, now, let's see what you've got here, didi," he said as Nie Mingjue clambered over the edge of the table and into his lap. "It looks like... a sheep?"

"No!" Nie Mingjue protested with a huge grin.

"No? But it's so fluffy!"

"Issnot a sheep!"

"Alright, alright, let me think," Nie Huaisang said, tilting his head to 'examine' the scribble of ink at a new angle. He could tell already that some of Mingjue's brush swipes had clearly meant to be striping, which told him he was looking at, by his estimate, his brother's thirty-seventh tiger, but immediately getting the answer wasn't part of the game.

"Hmmmm... I see very large paws... is it a bear?"

"No! Issnot a bear!" Mingjue said, slapping his hands down on the desk.

He barely missed the painting Huaisang had been working on, leaving inky little handprints on the wood, but that was fine. It would hardly be the first time Huaisang had worked around his baby brother's enthusiastic contributions.

"Not a bear? Oh my, you've made this very hard!" Nie Huaisang said, poking Mingjue in the side and making him laugh. "I don't know if I can guess it!"

"You have to! You have to guess!"

"Well, I suppose if I have to..." He squinted at the scribble, chewing at his lower lip in intense pretend contemplation, which made Mingjue laugh more. "It's not a bunny..."

"No!"

"And it's not a deer..."

"No!" Mingjue crowed, grin so big it might split his face.

"Is it... Oh! Is it a tiger?"

"Yes! Issa tiger!" Mingjue cheered, throwing his hands up.

"It's a very clever tiger, pretending to be other creatures like that. Excellent work, didi," Nie Huaisang said, dropping a kiss on his baby brother's head. "Why don't we hang it up to dry, and then it can go live with your other tigers?"

"Okay," Mingjue said, letting Huaisang lower him to the floor so he could get up.

Just as Huaisang had finished pinning the paper to his drying rack, however, the door opened and Nie Zhen, one of the guard captains, entered. "Your presence is required in the main study," he said without so much as an honorific or a salute.

Nie Huaisang sighed inwardly, but kept his face neutral and gave Mingjue a gentle warning tap on the shoulder when it looked like his little brother was starting to puff up in anger. "I'm on my way."

Again, not so much as a nod as the captain left, and Mingjue stuck his tongue out at the door as it closed. "Ass."

"Didi. Where did you even hear that word?" Huaisang admonished, still with no actual heat, as he wrapped his brush and ink to keep them from drying out while they were gone.

Mingjue grinned up at him unrepentantly. "At the grounds," he said, obviously meaning the training areas.

Huaisang did sigh at that. "Of course you did. But don't go using that word where other people can hear it," he said offering a hand.

Mingjue took hold, still grinning, and they left the room to go find out what the vitally important thing he wasn't actually needed for was.

#mdzs #reverse nies #larger age gap nies #nie mingjue #nie huaisang #worldbuilding #fanfic

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Excuse this extremely self-indulgent ask but. Sarah and the rebels (?) taking care of drunk Cinder/Alex

Sarah's POV of This Scene

cw: bad coping mechanisms, alcohol

"Cinder."

"Nnn..."

"Come on, you need to drink some water."

It was a little past 4 in the morning, and Sarah was busy being impressed that the assassin had managed to walk all the way here in this state, much less remember which was the correct doorstep to collapse on.

Impressed, and more than a little concerned.

Attempting to shake him awake or drag him inside seemed about as safe as poking a sleeping bear, so she'd instead grabbed a bottle of water and sat in the doorway, a foot or so out of his reach, and tried to get his attention.

So far, the man wasn't giving her much in way of response. At first she'd assumed he'd been caught in a fight, but once she'd crouched down she saw that the bruises on his face were old. And she didn't need super-senses to smell the booze on him.

"Cinder," she tried again, considering splashing some water on him. How wrong could that possibly go?

Still, she needed to get him inside before someone saw him, and she didn't want to have to wake Akeela up and make the kid deal with a drunk assassin. Maybe...

Shit, there was an idea.

Sarah stood slowly so as to avoid startling the killing machine on her porch, and made a beeline for the kitchen. She felt a little ridiculous putting the oven mitts on, but at least they'd offer a little protection if she scared him.

Back at the door came the next challenge: where was the least dangerous spot to poke a bear? If it were anyone else, she'd just tap on his hand or something, but would he even feel that? Touching anywhere near his face or torso would probably startle him. Well touching him anywhere was sure to startle him, but if he wasn't responding to her voice...

With fingers enclosed safely in an oven mitt, she took Cinder's hand. He didn't respond to that, so she pulled on it lightly. Maybe he'd feel it on his shoulder, and that would be enough---

She let go with a start when his eyes flew open, his metal arm bouncing onto the concrete with a sound like shaken coins.

Cinder didn't move though, and when his eyes started to drift back shut---

"Hey. Hey! Wake up."

"Why?" he mumbled.

Sarah let out a frustrated huff. Okay. She really didn't want to add to his anxieties, but if there was no other way...

"Someone will see you," she said. "You need to come inside."

And though his breathing quickened and the muscles in his throat tightened, it seemed to get through to him.

"Do you... want a hand?" Sarah said, holding one out as she watched him struggle to stand.

His eyes landed on the over mitt, gaze sharpening for just an instant. "Wh' the fuck is that?"

"Don't laugh at it," she said, though she doubted he was about to. "I'm just trying not to get burned."

"'M not gonna burn you," Cinder mumbled, pushing himself the rest of the way up and standing with his back pressed firmly into the wall.

"Okay. Well let's go inside. You can crash on the couch for now." She held the door open, following after Cinder as he made his painstaking way into the building. She swore she could hear him muttering under his breath---little rhyming phrases---but she didn't try and sharpen her ears to hear what he was saying.

Once he'd collapsed onto the couch, she again tried handing him the water bottle.

"Drink."

"Why?"

"I know you know what a hangover is."

"Doesn't matter."

"You aren't about to die of alcohol poisoning on my couch. Drink."

He clumsily snatched the bottle away, chugging it like he wished it were something stronger.

"Happy?"

"Yes." Sarah stood up and started to leave. He'd be fine down here, at least for the night. Should she get him a blanket? Put some more water next to him?

"Wait. Spyglass."

"Hm?" She stopped.

"Am... Am I safe?"

She turned back around. He was sitting up now, something like fear under the glazed over look in his eyes. "Safe?"

"He won't find me here?"

He. Uriah. Sarah nodded. "He won't." After a moment, she added, "We'll watch your back. Just get some rest, okay?"

He nodded, silent as he lay back down, his eyes slipping closed.

And if in a few hours he woke up and disappeared without another word, that was fine.

Right now, all that mattered to her was that she could hear his heartbeat slowing to a calm.

•°•°•

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#just a lil drabble #this is going to happen sometime in the main story so i debated saving this ask but i wanted to write something now lol #it's not suuuper hardcore on angst/comfort but that's because i picture it as a middling scene #maybe even happening during the weeks he's spent at chopper's #wildefire #alcohol #bad coping mechanisms

[slashingdisneypasta]

Good Day For It Thugs x Reader || Headcanons

Topic: Smut HC's.

Including/Warnings:

Dale Acton: Mild dub con with (Love/Hate kinda thing+restraining you) and public sex+masturbation.

Norman Tyrus: Cockwarming and shower sex.

Wayne Jackson: Necessary use of boner pills, masturbation (and getting caught), public sex kink, and possession/sort of manipulation through sex.

Wayne's is a doozy, not gonna lie 😅 They're all good though XD

Dale Acton:

One thing that happens a l o t, is that Dale annoys you into hate sex. Hear me out here: Dale can be annoying as hell, and lot of the time- he means to be. He thinks its so fucking fun, and you're so fucking cute when you're annoyed at him. He pokes the bear as much as he can, picking on you and nudging you and just in general making himself a hUGE NUISENCE, until you give in and start snapping at him ('Would you shut up??'). Then arguing with him ('Baby, come on, hey- I was just fucking around a bit with you!- ' 'Don't you 'baby' me right now, Dale- '). Then finally you go to swat him or even wack him on the shoulder, because he is JUST THAT INFURIATING, with that perpetually amused dumbass grin on his face even when you're yelling at him, and he shoves you against the wall ('Watch it, babe, you're playin' with the big boys now'). Or pins you to the bed ('You like that? Huh? you like gettin' held down like you're nothin'?'). Or just holds your arms still by the wrists away from him ('Careful... you wouldnt wanna hurt me, would you babe?'); still with that FUCKING SMILE ON HIS DAMN FACE--

He teases you some more, liking the way you struggle, then somehow you two are making out and you're undoing his belt and you're wet as fuck, or you're making out and he's still holding you down but he grinds into you like an evil horny gremlin, or he forces your face into the bed and you clutch the sheets, or-

Look, you get the point. Moving on-

Dale is not great at using his mouth. He can kiss perfectly fine but when he gets down there, its really just... wet. But he can be taught! And he's eager to try (he loves your cunt/cock!) so, uh... *shrugs* yeah. You can pretty much mold him into the perfect cocksucker/cunt licker. Did I say that??... yes I did. Welp-

This man a l w a y s gets a boner when you spoon. He just cant handle it, having your cute ass so close to him.

Sort of an add on to the last dot point- DALE WILL TOTALLY FUCK YOU IN A MOTEL BED WITH NORMAN AND WAYNE IN THE ROOM ASLEEP. THIS MAN HAS N O CHILL. He begs until you give in, just going 'we'll be quiet. come on, just let me stick it in baby. just the tip. i promise. no one'll know. i'll be quick. i gotta- '

Sexting. You two totally sext, and have phone sex. Send him a pic while he's out 'working' with the guys and he'll have to make his way to the nearest bathroom soon-as; locking the public restroom door behind him like an asshole, leaning back on it, pulling out his dick and calling you up so you can talk him through it.

Norman Tyrus:

Soft Dom. Soft Dommmm!!! Like, he's controlling- you are his baby girl and he's the boss here ('I'm in charge here, not you, sorry sweetheart.')... but he's really nice to you XD Loves praising you. 'Sweetheart take it slow, we got some time... ', 'Fuck... you're so damn cute like that.', 'Y'think you can do that again?... I ain't done with you, pretty thing', 'Shit- Did I tell you I love you today?', 'Come on baby, I know you got some more in you. You're doing so fucking good.', 'Thaaaats it... such a good little cocksucker.', etc.

On an even softer note- Norman. Hates. PDA. Sorry ladies and gents (and all y'all in between and outside the regular gender norms), but the last thing he wants is to have any of the guys (Or anyone, really), seeing him - or you, - in such a gentle state. But that just makes your time alone all the better and more intimate between you. You're the only one who gets to see him like that. This, big, mean, scary crime guy is only ever soft and gentle and sweet, alone with you.

Okay now back to the sex-

You. finish. first. Every time. He makes it his business to make sure you, his doll, cum's good first thing.

One thing Norman is definitely into- is cockwarming. He's a busy man but he doesn't want to neglect you, so why don't you keep him company? God, the first time he suggests it ,its very clear its not his first time; That this is something he brings to every relationship. You're just moping on the couch in his office while he does paperwork, flicking through a book or playing game son your phone, when Norman sighs and separates from his desk enough to make room for you in his lap. 'Cmere'. When you round the desk and see his cock out, you go bug-eyed, but he is so?? completely?? without shame?? So straight-faced with that monster dick out and half-hard on his lap? Its a completely undeniable look for him, and you were turned on immediately seeing him like that, and you took your seat.

So you sit, milking him for upwards of an hour while he does his work; even makes and takes calls with you nestled around him. He remains hard the whole time.

Shower sex!! Sometimes shower time is the only private time the two of you have alone together (But y'all do it when you're perfectly alone and have time, too), and, honestly?? He loves seeing you naked. I don't care if you're skinny, fat, muscly or somewhere in between, he l o v e s how you look. He cant get enough. And he's not shy about his own body, either.

Shower sex isn't just needy, desperate rutting with Norman. Its slow, its him appreciating your body and you kissing all over him. Its staying in there until the water gets cold. ... then some desperate rutting and fucking you into the wall.

Wayne Jackson:

First of all, you must give him a warning at least 45 minutes prior. The man needs to take his boner pills! But I dunno, maybe its just me and my having mostly old man F/O's but I think thats kinda endearing, in a way XD

A lotta the time your sexcapades (Yes i just said that) involve watching TV and waiting for 'it to happen' (The pills to kick in), and then- 🤣🤣 And then- 🤣- Wayne will go like 'woah- alright up & attem, honey, we're ready to go, hop on'. XDDDD Sexy, huh??? XDD 😂😭

Of course, the other way that this could go is that you spend a good chunk of time with foreplay. Now, Wayne's lazy, and an ass, but I do think he likes a little foreplay. Especially if he can just sit back with you in his lap giving him kisses and rolling your hips all-needy against him- and, of course, if he can tease you.

AND- OH BOY THE TEASING. Okay okay okay. His voice gets growlier the more turned on he is. You didn't think it was possible, but it does.

Oh my god, he LOVES. TO CATCH. YOU TOUCHING YOURSELF. He could be in such a foul mood getting home from 'work', but the moment hears that??? Or walks in and sees you?? You've never seen the bastard so pleased XD Something about the fact that this isn't for him, the fact that he wasn't meant to be there, wasn't meant to know about this-- makes this creepy old man feel young again. Like, no need for a pill. He's good. 'Well wouldja look at that... Ready to go, honey?'. But lorddddd, could you imagine that man walking in on you like that?? That shit-eating grin? 'Ooh, now what's that you're watchin?', '... 😏watcha got under the covers there, sweetheart?', 'well damn, am I late to the party?'.

Sort of the same thing as one of Dale's dot points- but Wayne h a s b e e n k n o w n to get frisky in the same room that the others are sleeping in. He's not gonna full on fuck you, because this is way less about his sexual pleasure and more about his cruel nature (He loves to put you in Situations. It is so fun for him.). So it'll be him feeling you up, or him throwing an am over your waist from behind and fingering you. The important part is 'you better stay silent, sweetheart, or everyone's gonna know what a naughty little thing you are.'

Okay. A bit of a feelsy one here.

Wayne definitely gets jealous and possessive. If someone else (Especially someone better then him. Don't get it twisted, the man knows he's a no-good loser. Usually he doesn't mind... but he still resents people who have got their shit together), someone taller, or younger, or richer, or nicer- pays attention to you, Wayne gets spiteful. And bitter.

And then when you two are alone again he gets kind of... uhhh... full-on. Sex with Wayne is never all that serious- and even if it is, a it of humour is never too far away. But in times like these he is t o t a l l y serious, and honestly?? A lot better then he usually is. He really steps it up. You suspected that he had to be better then he seemed, he sure was old enough to be, but you didn't know he could kiss you like this. You didn't know he could eat you out or suck you off- at all. You didn't know he knew about that one Spot.

You learn a lotta things about what he knows how to do, and how he's just being lazy and greedy most of the time.

He finally shows you his real game, because he wants to prove to you he's the one you want. Pull out the big guns, he figures, and you'll stick around.

... oh and finally. i'm pretty sure he has a breeding kick of some description. do not let this man get you pregnant; he will not pay child support.

#i definitely think norman and dale get jealous too-not just wayne- but i needed an extra dot point for wayne so he gets to have it 😅 #maybe i'll build on dale and norman some other time XD #Good Day For It Thugs x Reader Headcanons #Good Day For It thugs x Reader #Good Day For It #Good Day For It 2011 #Dale Acton x Reader Headcanons #Dale Acton x Reader #Dale Acton #Norman Tyrus x Reader Headcanons #Norman Tyrus x Reader #Norma Tyrus #Wayne Jackson x Reader Headcanons #Wayne Jackson x Reader #Wayne Jackson #Dale Robert Acton #Norman Aaron Tyrus #Wayne Anthony Jackson #Smut #Headcanons

[rainiishowers]

If requests are open, may we ask parts 2 of those recent Mammon angst? I crave for a conclusion

Alright, I can do a conclusion XD Summary: Diavolo allows Mammon to become a human and resign from being the Avatar of Greed, but allows him six more days to get everything together.. Jeez, this turned out much longer then I thought lmao. Genre: Angsty Fluff ---

What was suppose to be surprise birthday party led to a somber event where the brothers realized that they were going to lose Mammon. Everyone went home while Diavolo and Mammon talked privately. Much later, dinner came about in the House of Lamentation, but no one really ate, everyone's minds still trying to process that they were going to lose Mammon, who didn't even come out of his room. MC looks at the brothers and sighs. "Listen." They start, getting everyone's attention. "Before Mammon goes, I can try to convince him to spend time with every one of you, but I'm not a miracle worker." They were caged into a hug by Beel, MC sighs and pats his arm before he let go, a frown on his face. --- There was a knock on Mammon's door and he groans from the bed, flipping to the other side to face away from the door. MC walks in and made their way to the bed. "Mams?" "...What?" "I... I want to propose an idea." Mammon turns to face the human with a raised eyebrow. "You don't have to, but.. you have six days left, so do you think you could spend time with the others?" "...Why should I?" "They are going to miss you.." That earned a snort from Mammon as he sat up. "Really?" "Don't you remember how they were at the castle? Yes really." MC sighs. "I'm not forcing you, I know they treated you horribly, so if you don't want to, I will go tell them that." Silence was all Mammon’s answer was as he looks around his soon to be abandoned room, seeing some trinkets on the tables and shelves that reminded him of the so called brothers. It was understandable that he was going to miss the brothers, it’s not like he really wanted to leave them, he loved them, but he couldn’t bear the feelings they brought upon him. “Fine, I guess I can.. Least I can do before I go..” He murmurs. MC smiles and squeezes his hand before getting up. “Alright, I’ll go tell them.” They walk off, leaving Mammon to watch as they leave and just sit there in silence. Why was he shaking? Out of fear of facing his “brothers” again? Because he was going to miss them? Mammon didn’t like it regardless.. --- First day, the twins. Mammon was thankful they were the easiest to talk to. The traveling carnival was in the Devildom, so like times before, they went there. “I’m not too heavy, am I?” Mammon snorts as he carries Belphie on the back with Belphie clinging onto him like a koala. “You’re as light as a feather!” “Good.” Beel and Mammon laugh as Belphie nuzzles his face into the second eldest’s neck. Mammon decided that for the last days he would be here, he might as well spend his grimm, and so he got food from food stalls and won little prizes for the twins, it may of been those crappy carnival game toys, but it meant a lot to Beel and Belphie. Mammon felt bad for doing this to the twins, especially Belphie. They lost Lilith, who they were probably the closest to, and now they were going to lose another they were close with? After a ride, they found a spot to sit, and Mammon stared at the ground, catching Belphie’s attention. The youngest poked his face with a huff, which caught Beel’s attention “What’s with that face?” Mammon huffs back and playfully swats it away, sighing right after. “..You guys ain’t mad at me for anything, are ya?” “If you’re talking about your decision to become human.. no.” Belphie slumps back. "I’m not ether-” Beel interjects. “I think it’s understandable.. As long as you’re happy, I’m happy.” Mammon chuckles, that was typical of Beel, always putting the ones he cared about first. “..I’m sorry for the way I reacted at the castle, by the way..” Belphie crosses his arms. “..I know it’s not my place to tell you what you can and can’t do..” “..Thanks, it was a pretty fair reaction, honestly..” There was a loud growl, interrupting Belphie and Mammon’s conversation. “I’m hungry...” The other two broke into a fit of laughter, eventually joined by Beel as Mammon stood up. “There’s a food stall I’ve been wanting to try, how ‘bout we go there?” The other two agree and the three make their way to the food stall, recounting fond memories and laughing together. --- Second day, Asmodeus. Mammon and Asmo decided to hit the town as the way to spend time together, riding in Mammon’s Demonio 666 Lexura, which he was going to give to whatever brother wanted it when he left. There were a lot of things that the brothers were going to get that Mammon couldn’t take with him, he planned to hand them down to either Levi or Asmo and Satan. They were having fun, riding around in the sports car, Asmo having chosen skimpy clothing and acting like it was a carpool, Mammon going alone with it as they rode around. Finally, they got to a hill, to relax and watch the sun go down, before Lucifer inevitably called them back. Music played as Mammon rested his head on the steering wheel. “Hey.. Before I go, live out my life as a human.. is there anythin’ I should know?” Asmo looks over and leans back, frowning. “Yea actually..” Mammon looks over, waiting for him to continue. “I.. I’m sorry, I really am.. I was too stuck up to realize the insults I directed at you were too cruel, forget being a brother, that isn’t how you treat someone in general.” Asmo frowns and looks at Mammon. “I get if you want to become human but I can’t imagine it was an easy decision.” “..It wasn’t.” Mammon sighs. None of this was easy, on him or the brothers. They’ve been a family for millennia, it wasn’t exactly easy to part with any of them “So.. no regrets?” Asmo asks, with a cheeky smile on his face Mammon chuckles. “None.” ---- Third day, Satan. These two decided to go to a cafe, feeding cats along the way. Mammon smiles as Satan fed the cats, petting them and giving them attention. He crouches beside Satan, a cat going over to him, looking for treats. Mammon gave the cat what they wanted and petted them as they ate from his hand. Satan looks over and chuckles. “Rainbow is always looking for treats.” “You named 'em?” “Hey, if I can’t bring them home, I can at least name them!” Satan huffs. “Alright alright-” Mammon chuckles, raising his hands in a playful defeat. The two continue to make their way to the cafe, but something was a bit off about Satan. Mammon nudges his shoulder, catching his attention. “What’s wrong?” “Isn’t it obvious?” The Avatar of Wrath made his hands into fists. “You’re leaving! Just like that!” “Satan--” Mammon stops, Satan stares at the ground, stopping beside him too as tears threatened to escape. He was so quick to get emotional it was surprising, but who could blame him? “I knew something like this would happen, yet I was still unprepared!” Mammon places a hand on his shoulder. “Ya can’t be prepared for everything..” “Don’t you think I know that?!” Satan yells, yet it didn’t faze Mammon, as he took his hand off his shoulder. “I...I’m sorry.” He quietly apologizes. “It’s just.. You’ve been there for me so much when I was still learning how to be something aside from just wrath itself..” “I still remember when you would come to my room when Lucifer was busy.” Mammon chuckles, in an attempt to clear the air a bit. Satan chuckles. “Yea,  I did that a lot..” Mammon hummed in agreement, before Satan suddenly hugged him, which surprised him more then anything. Mammon got over his shock and simply hugs back. “...Thank you.. Thank you for everything..” Hearing that.. It made Mammon feel all fuzzy inside, it wasn’t sarcastic, or patronizing, it was a genuine thank you.. “You’re welcome, Satan..” --- Fourth day, Leviathan. Mammon knocks on the door to Levi’s room. “Levi? It’s me, Mammon-“ He flinches a bit as the door flung open. He walks in and looks around, closing the door behind him. Everything was such a calming blue and the sound of the aquarium made him more anxious and less anxious at the same time “Levi?” His eyes land on a little blanket and pillow fort Levi made, but no Levi in sight. He then saw something shifting under an aqua colored blanket. Mammon walks over and sat beside the lump that was Levi underneath the blanket, crossing his legs. It was silent before Mammon sighs. “Hey, ya ready to talk?” “Levi’s not here at the moment, please wait a minute.” Mammon leans back, hearing shaky breathing. Unfortunately, it was always a bit hard to talk to Levi after The Fall. He wished it wasn’t, but with their opposing personalities and them being at odds with each other, it really couldn’t be helped. Eventually, a head pops out of the blanket, revealing Levi. “Hey-” “..Hi..” Mammon thought of playing a few games in an attempt to cheer him up before he talked about the issues. After all, the point of this was to try and bond with them, tying up any loose threads before he leaves. “...Let’s get this over with..” Levi huffs, sitting up, but not making eye contact with Mammon. A moment of silence filled the room as tears welled up in Levi’s eyes. “I’m sorry you had to deal with me.” “Levi-” “Not only am I gross, yucky shut in, but I’m also a horrible brother!” Ah, self deprecation, Levi’s go to tactic when feeling like shit. Mammon places his hand on his shoulder and looks at him with a calm expression. “Levi look at me.“ It took a minute, but the otaku looks up at his older brother. He took the arms off his shoulders and sighs. “We’ve been at odds for years, and I’ll admit, there was shit I’ve done that made me a horrible brother too..” “But I’ve told you to go off yourself so many times I can’t count, I was the one who was always bullying you, and taking things too far! “And that’s your mistake!” Mammon glares. “But my mistakes are what caused you to lash out sometimes!” Here they were at it again, aggressively arguing while trying to one up the other. It didn’t help the situation all that much, but it was letting them explain their side of the story. It didn’t excuse any of the things they did, but it helped explain a lot of it. “...Why did you take it for so long?” “Well I didn’t really have any other choice, I was scared and alone, until MC came.” He sighs. “I didn’t have this option before.” “....” “Levi, I don’t want any bad blood between us before I leave, i want to get my life together and come back knowing we can act like brothers.” “Come back..? What do you mean?” “I mean once I get myself stable, I’m coming back to visit.. maybe.” “M-Maybe? ..You don’t want anything to do with us, do you?” Mammon groans, mentally bashing himself for saying that, before looking back at Levi. “I thought I didn’t, I thought I’d be perfectly fine without you guys, but I may be wrong, we’ll see.. I’m just.. not sure yet..” Levi leans against his brother. “Still, even if you don’t come back, thanks for at least thinking of us..” “Of course, I could never forget my brothers, who all made my life interesting.” Levi laughs and pokes him. “Could say the same for you, you never failed to make the days interesting for me..” Mammon grins proudly before ruffling his hair. “Good, I’m glad.” --- Fifth Day... Lucifer.

Oh god why Lucifer..? That’s all he thought as he makes his way to his private office with MC.. Where no one could hear him scream... Where so many punishments happened before.. He was terrified of facing Lucifer, rightfully so. Any wrong move could end up in punishment, at least that’s what he thought.. “Mammon, you want me to stay here so I can make sure he doesn’t do anything?” MC asks. He wanted to trust Lucifer, he wanted to think that nothing would happen, but it’s too late for that.. “Yea..” He murmurs. MC nods and squeezes his hand. “If you need to leave, just leave, okay? It’s alright if you get overwhelmed, I doubt Lucifer is going to blame you.” And that was the worst part, he was consciously abusing him, knowing the scars it left on Mammon “Okay..” Mammon walks into the office, leaving the door open enough to escape with ease. “Lucifer..” The eldest looks up from his desk and his stony faced expressions softens. His chair scrapped across the floor as he got up, walking over. Mammon stares up at him, the same ice cold glare he gave when Mammon told Lucifer he could do what he wanted. He was sick of being scared of him, it was high time for him to stand up for himself and-- “Mammon.. I’m sorry..” ..What? Mammon looked at him bewildered, the confident facade falling a bit to see that he did look genuinely sorry, but for some reason, Mammon had a hint of suspicion from his words. “I’m sorry..” Lucifer repeats, seems his pride was crumbling a bit, as the eldest was never one to repeat himself. “There’s no excuse for the things we’ve put you through, the things I’ve put you through.. I abused you, put too much pressure on you as the second eldest, made you absolutely terrified of me, that’s not how a brother should act..” “....” Lucifer sighs. “I understand your decision, and really, I’m thankful that I was able to tell you this because I do love you, even though I never made it entirely clear.” Lucifer was pulled into a sudden hug, which surprised him. He looks to see Mammon hugging him with his eyes shut. He simply smiles and hugs back. “Thank you.. Ya don’t know how much your words mean to me...” Mammon murmurs. They separate and Lucifer hums. “I assume you cleared up everything with the others?” “Yea, I guess-” Mammon rubs the back of his neck. “I just have one more place to visit.” --- Day Six, Luke and Simeon. “I’m going to miss you!!” Luke hugs Mammon tight, causing both adults to chuckle. “I’m sure we can visit him, Luke.” Simeon reminds, giving Mammon a hug of his own after Luke ended his grip on Mammon’s waist. “You’re planning on living with MC, correct?” He asks as he backs away. Mammon nods. “Yea, at least until I can support my own.” He says. Simeon smiles and backs away a bit. “I’m proud of you for doing this, I assume this wasn’t an easy decision to make.” The angel quirks an eyebrow up as Mammon sighs and nods in agreement. “At least you don’t have to be a demon anymore!” Luke huffs. Mammon playfully rolls his eyes and messes with his hair, getting a hissy response as they continue the conversation. --- Later that day, everyone met up in the castle to see Mammon become human and go off to the human world. MC agreed to stay there for a bit as they help Mammon get use to his new life and body. Mammon wasn’t going to retain all his memories, just like Lilith before him, but considering his rank and power, it wasn’t going to be as big of a blow to his memories. Before Diavolo began the ritual, he looks at Mammon with a frown on his face. “I’m going to miss you, it’s a shame to see you go but it’s for the best.” He says. “Before I start, is there anything you wish to say to the others?” Mammon looks at his brothers and friends before smiling sadly, picking up his bag and waving goodbye. Words in the demonic language were spoken and with a flash of light, Mammon and MC disappearing, being teleported to the human world. It was a sad sendoff, but maybe, just maybe, they would meet each again.

#omswd #om! brothers #om! side characters #om! mc #om! lucifer #om! mammon #om! leviathan #om! satan #om! asmodeus #om! beelzebub #om! belphegor #om! diavolo #om! luke #om! simeon #mammon-centric #part two #human mammon #extra long #as a treat

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Christmas Sniffles: Finale

Summary: Right around the holidays, Peter 1 ends up sick.

"Gotcha!"

Otto started awake. He glanced up to see a cackling Peter 3 standing beside the couch.

"Thahat wahas awesohome! Ihi nehever gehet yohou!"

The older man gave him a deadpan look.

The taller Peter calmed himself and flicked an imaginary tear from his eye. "Ohokay, Ihim dohone."

Otto leaned forward. "You know, I thought I gave up trying to take down Spiderman."

"Wh-what?"

Otto quickly pulled Peter 3 into his lap. "But for you, I think I'll make an exception."

A squeal erupted from Peter 3's mouth as Otto dug into his ribs. "NAHAHA!"

"Nohow," the older man spidered his fingers up and, "where's thahat one rib?"

"NOHO-OOOH! OHOTTOHO---."

When Three dipped into silent laughter, Otto had mercy and moved to a less ticklish rib. "What do you say then?"

"IHI'M SOHORRYHYHYHY!"

Finally, the tickles ceased. "You are forgiven."

Three sagged into Otto's lap. "Yohou're ehevihil."

"Says the man trying to sneak up on me while I sleep."

"Buhut ihit wahas fuhunny."

"See?" Otto poked the younger man's side. "That's why you get tickled."

"Eep! Noho mohore plehease!"

Don't kill him Father!

"Fine. I guess you've learned your lesson."

As Three calmed, another set of giggles reached their ears. During the attack, Peter 1 had woken up to watch the other two. His feet were near Otto and his head was near the other side of the couch.

The youngest waved. "Hi."

"Wehell look who decided to wake up." Otto shifted his hold on the middle Peter. "How are you feeling?"

One nodded. "Still weak, but better."

Otto smiled. "I'm glad little Pete."

The next instant, the front door opened.

Two took off his jacket. "Whose dying in here?"

"Otto's muhurdering mehe," Three whined.

"It's called revenge" Otto replied.

MJ turned from hanging up her coat. "Sorry we're back so late, things were chaotic once we finished."

"How did the rest of your caroling go?"

"Fantastic. It was good to see so many happy faces."

Two ruffled the youngest's hair. "Of course, it was good to see this smiling face while we did."

One giggled and playfully pushed at Two's hand.

"Oh! Two!" Three sat up. "I have it!"

"With you?"

"Yes!" Three hurried out of Otto's lap and grabbed a green wrapped box from the entryway table.

"What are you two doing?" One asked.

"Do you want to give it tonight or tomorrow?" MJ asked.

"Let's do it now!" Three exclaimed.

"What are you two doing?" Otto added.

"Peter." The two older Peters hurried over to their younger brother. "Sit up for a minute."

With furrowed eyebrows, the youngest shifted up. The next instant, he was smooshed on both sides by his brothers. The green box was plopped into his lap.

"Um . . ."

"Open it," Two encouraged.

After a brief hesitation, Peter 1 took off the green wrapping paper. "A . . . Build-A-Bear?"

"Just trust us," Three prompted.

One opened the familiar white box and reached inside. He pulled out a red Spiderman Bear dressed in a familiar suit.

"Say hello to Spidey." Peter 3 tapped the Bear's nose.

"Huh?"

"We know May Bear means a lot to you, but now, she has a friend," Two replied. "And whenever we can't be there physically, you can hold on to him."

Peter 1 beamed. He squeezed the bear close to his chest before cuddling close to his brothers. "Thank you so much. He's the best Christmas gift ever."

Both older brothers squeezed the youngest tight.

"We love you Pete."

"Always."

The Christmas celebration had started off on a sour note, but it had ended so wonderful. He felt so loved and so cared for by those he considered family.

One tightened his hold on May Bear and Spidey. "This is the best Christmas yet."

#whumpee peter 1 #caretakers peter 2 and 3 #lee peter 3 #ler octodad #mj #otto octavius #sam raimi

[ravens-words]

if my heart was a house, you'd be home [On AO3]

Snapshot of Jake, Bradley and Caroline's life together.

A/N: Some of y'all wanted a bit more of these three, so this is me delivering. Hope you enjoy!

I.

Jake wakes up to an excruciating amount of pain, in every inch of his body. When he opens his eyes, the room he's in is dark and gloomy, and the only sound in it is the beeping of the heart monitor. He tries to lift up his head, but it's awkward as hell with the neck collar he has on. He's helpless, and for a moment, the panic sets in and he's paralyzed with it.

But then the door opens. "You're awake," a bright, comforting voice says, and seconds later, the nurse is looking down at him with a small smile. "Your young man was just here," she tells him as she checks his vitals and does whatever it is she's supposed to.

"'y young man?" He rasps, frowning.

"Bradley," she tells him, "he said he'd be back in an hour. Was pretty sure you'd wake up the second he stepped foot out of the hospital, and it turns out he was right!"

Jake grins, amused, and she chuckles. She finishes up in less than a minute, and hesitates at the door. "Do you need anything, sugar?"

They've got him on the good drugs, so the pain's gone already. He wants Bradley to be here, but he's not gonna tell his nurse that, so he just shakes his head.

He drifts off back to sleep just a second later.

The next time he wakes up is much more pleasant than the first. He's not in pain, for one thing, and there's a small hand holding onto his tightly. He smiles before he opens his eyes, and a small finger pokes his cheek. "Jakey?"

He opens one eye first, sees her grin, then opens the other. Caroline claps her hands excitedly, then stands up on her chair, eying the distance between it and the bed. Jake's heart squeezes in his chest when a furrow appears between her brows as she bites her lip.

He sits up, hides a wince as he does so, and extends his arms. She falls into them easily, trusting him to catch her. It's equal parts terrifying and awe-inspiring, knowing that this little human has, for some reason, taken one look at him and decided he's worthy of her trust. "Hi, Care-bear."

She settles on the bed beside him, kicking her feet a little as she tries to get comfortable. Once she's settled, she looks up at him with wide, blue eyes. One hand comes up to his cheek, and much to his embarrassment, he feels the burn of tears in his eyes at the sweet touch. "It hurt?"

He smiles, crinkles his nose. "A little."

She sits up, then leans down, and presses a loud, messy kiss to the bandage on his head. "Better?"

A tear slides down his cheek before he can stop it. "So much better." He smiles widely, wraps his arm around her back and tugs her close.

That's how Bradley finds them. Jake looks up when he hears the door open, and their eyes meet. His boyfriend's shoulders slump in relief, and he crosses the distance between the door and the bed in three quick strides.

Jake lifts up a hand, and as soon as he's within reach, Bradley latches onto it, brings it up to his lips. The kiss he presses there is soft, but the one he presses to his lips is anything but. "Never do that again," he mutters against Jake's lips, making him shiver.

"Yes, sir," he drawls out.

Bradley rolls his eyes, then straightens up. He looks down at his sleeping daughter, strokes her hair. "She was worried about you."

Jake looks down at her, eyes closed peacefully and letting out a cute snort every now and then. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Bradley tells him, "it's not your fault." When Jake looks at him, he finds Bradley looking down at them tenderly. It's a look Jake will never get tired of.

"She really loves you," he tells him, quiet and reverent.

"I love her, too." Their eyes meet again, and Jake smiles, crooked and a little nervous. "Love you, too."

Bradley's breath catches in his throat, while Jake stops breathing altogether. He kisses him, soft and lingering. "I love you, Jake," he breathes out, "God, I'm so in love with you."

Bradley takes one of Jake's hands in his, and lifts up the other to run his fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. Jake bites back a moan and attempts to move closer. Bradley huffs out a laugh.

Jake looks down at Caroline instead of his boyfriend's smug face. There's a piece of hair that has fallen over her face, so he tucks it behind her ear. She shuffles, burrows a little closer, and lets out an adorable snore. He grins up at Bradley. "She snores like you."

Bradley shoves his face gently to the side, "I don't snore," but he makes up for it with a kiss to his temple.

His eyes start to droop a moment later, and Bradley drags a chair closer without letting go of his hand. "Sleep," he tells him firmly, softly, "I'll be here when you wake up."

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#hangster fic #hangster #sereshaw #tgm fic

[gascon-en-exil]

I'm relatively new here, found you through youtube, so I'm curious, what's the story with the Ike/Elincia shipper?

She's very...passionate about a very small set of characters and ships, and has been active in the fandom at least since the Tellius games were current - so 15+ years at this point. The short version is that she's a relentlessly negative individual who seems totally incapable of understanding that other people may like and care about different things than she does.

Oh, and it should go without saying - but please don't go tracking this person down and harassing her. I've blocked out the name for a reason, and anyway that sort of response never turns out well for anyone involved.

She projects hard on Elincia and ships her with Ike, and as you might expect she objects loudly to any attempt to ship either character with anyone else. Technically this includes Geoffrey/Elincia, but most of her hatred is reserved for Ike/Soren or even the barest suggestion that Ike might not be straight.

A few years later she moved onto projecting just as hard onto f!Robin and shipped herself with Frederick, and embarrassed herself repeatedly with the Serenes Forest crowd who are mostly gameplay-focused and thus aren't going to mince words about the fact that her beloved Freddie Bear is a low-tier father, especially for Morgan. She did the same with Ryoma in Fates, although she has apparently never played Conquest and hates the route and the Nohrians in general...presumably because Ryoma dies in Conquest. As with gay Ike fans, her ire extends to anyone who likes the things that she doesn't.

I'm not aware of her doing much in Houses fandom aside from maybe fixating on Sylvain (...sure, why not), which is a bit surprising given how generally loud Fódlan discourse got. With Engage the latest object of her affections appears to be Diamant. All of this has been reflected in her barrage of replies to Heroes updates on Twitter/X, the overwhelming majority of which are negative because they don't feature characters she likes. I just showed off the FE5 banner response, which is in keeping with her particular dislike of the Jugdral games. She either doesn't know how to emulate or refuses to do so for ethical reasons, so anyone from the Kaga games (or most of Binding Blade's roster, I'd imagine) is someone she's never heard of and who thus can't possibly be anywhere near as important as seeing her favorite games and characters get alts ASAP.

And just going back through her other recent banner reactions:

New Year

Legendary Camilla

Winter

Book VIII Intro + Awakening

(She does admit to enjoy the free Inigo though.)

This constant barrage of negativity ensures that she manages to get a lot of people calling her out, but she's argued back against even the gentlest attempts at constructive criticism and tends to block liberally if anyone starts poking holes in her complaints, ex. that Engage actually did quite well in 2023 or that Tellius consistently gets one banner ever year for alternating games, or even that her original fave Elincia got two premium alts last year. This all sometimes makes agreeing with her painful. Like, yes, I also thought the winter banner was excessive and would have appreciated a winter Diamant, but I'm not going out of my way to trash it. And anyway, I've been enjoying using my winter Dimitri.

And this isn't even getting into the many years of homophobia, or the substance of her pinned tweet:

Let's leave aside how cliché and silly this type of response is when someone gets accuses of bigotry. Pinning this to the top of her feed suggests that she's landed in hot water before over something less low-stakes than online shipping drama. One can only imagine unless someone else has receipts.

#Fandom discourse

[howlingday]

Here’s an odd one. The Ruling Class?

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Sienna: So, tell me, your Grace... How does it feel to be God?

Sun: (Wearing robes) Like a river flowing everywhere! I pick up a newspaper, and I'm everywhere! In Atlas, I'm holding a conference for equality in salary. In Vacuo, I'm dying of hunger as my family abandons me. In Mistral, I'm whoring myself out for a meager pittance. In Vale, I'm accepted an award for writing a best selling novel about ninjas. (Smiles as he removes his robes, revealing his normal clothes) I'm god-filled.

Ghira: Your... lordship, I present-

Adam: Out of my way!

Ghira: (Pulls Adam back) Wait, you impatient whelp! (Ahem!) Presenting the High Leader of the White Fang, Adam Taurus.

Adam: (Grumbles) Old fool...

Ghira: I heard that, Mr. Taurus.

Adam: Your... grace... I have documents for you to sign here.

Sun: What kind of documents?

Adam: Oh, don't worry about it, you only need to sign.

Sun: (Puts on glasses) Let me see...

Adam: No need to read it. You only need to sign. You trust me, don't you?

Sun: I do. I just put these glasses on because I feel cold. Where do I sign?

Adam: Here, here, and here.

Sun: ...Done!

Adam: Excellent, excellent. (Ahem!) "Let all who bear witness know and understand that I, Tony Redgrave-" WHO THE HELL IS TONY REDGRAVE?!

Ghira: He's Dante's pseudoname, you uncultured nit.

Adam: Your name is Wukong!

Sun: NEVER CALL ME THAT! Wukong is a name I reject absolutely! It's a name I put on a stick and roast over a roaring fire. (Makes crackling sound) Wukong is dead!

Sienna: Calm yourself. What should we call you then?

Sun: I am both the Sun and the Moon, and the stars, and the wind, and the mountains, and the seas, and everything around and in-between. But, if you'd like something simpler, Chuck, Buck, Big A, Cheryll, Carol, and I will know exactly who I am.

Ghira: You asked for the White Fang flag, sire?

Sun: Ah, yes! Thank you, Mr. Belladonna! Burn it!

Adam: Are you-?! That's our symbol of freedom! Our declaration of independence!

Ghira: There is a lot of history in this old thing.

Sun: A blade must be placed at the egg, Mr. Taurus! Pride and property, hatred and anger all must be split in twain, for love makes all men equal. I love you, my dear Adam. (Kisses Adam's cheeks) You may keep them if you feel so lost without them, but know that my light will guide you to salvation. (Turns to Ghira) Care to join me in the baths before lunch, Mr. Belladonna?

Ghira: (Looks at Adam, Drops the flag)

Sun: (Walks away) Enjoy yourselves while I'm gone! Relax! (Turns around, Smiles) Have sex. (Leaves)

Adam: ...My god!

Sun: (Pokes his head in) Yes?

Sienna: Nothing, your lordship. We were simply praising your name.

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[sam--morgan]

𝘀𝗮𝗺'𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗳𝗲 》𝒔𝒂𝒎 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 - Chapter two

Sam's wife m/l here !

15 years later

It's been 15 years since Sam has passed and y/n has tried to move on from the man, but it's kinda hard when not long after his death she found out that she was pregnant. She had a daughter named Mya and she was like a spitting image of him.

She left the life of treasure hunting to be able to take care of Mya and she don't think she can do it after Sam so she became a house mom for Mya's sake.

She was currently inside the kitchen cooking up some breakfast while Mya was upstairs getting ready for today.

"Mom!" She heard her daughter scream and rapid footsteps coming to her location. She chuckled softly as she set the table for her and her daughter.

"I'm done! Can we go visit Uncle Nate at his job today?! And maybe see Aunt Elena as well?!" She said excitedly, making the older woman laugh.

"Yes we can but you need to eat breakfast first before we go." She stated looking at her daughter, she started to poke out her bottom lip in the little pouts that she does.

"But I'm not even hungry~" She whined as she sat down at the table anyways for her scrambled eggs and bacon breakfast.

"Oh you're not? I don't want to hear you complaining as soon as we get there that you are hungry." Y/N said as she sat down and started to eat her food as she watched her daughter carefully.

"Fine.." She said dejectedly and she started to eat but quickly which made y/n chuckle. When she finished her food she stared down to her empty plate and y/n was going to ask what was wrong but she cuts her off. "Mom... Can you tell me more about dad?" She said softly and she felt her throat go dry. Though she has to tell her about him someday, but she only gave him bits and pieces about her past with him.

"Mya.. I'm not ready to say anything about that yet... just know that your father was a... Great man." Y/n said softly as she took the last little bite of her food, and placed down her fork.

Mya nodded her head understanding her mother's pain and she grabbed both of their plates before taking them to the sink. "I understand mom, but I would like to know about him someday." She said with a smile as she came up behind her mother and hugged her slightly.

"Okay my little bear. Go get my car keys and we can get going." She said standing up with a smile and went over to the door while Mya ran off excitedly to the living room to grab her keys. She ran back and hand her keys before putting her shoes on.

"I can't wait to see Uncle Drake!" She said running out the door and y/n chuckled coming out the house following her exited daughter.

"You just want to see the pier and see the fish." She retorted and didn't hear anything from her daughter which she thought that she was right. She chuckled to herself as she climbed into the driver side and Mya climbed into the passenger side, and made their way to the pier.

Timeskip

They parked in the parking lot just as they pulled Nate in out of the water and Mya got out of the car to stay at the machine in awe. "Cool.." She muttered under her breath and y/n climbed out of the car and locked the doors.

"Come on. Let's go see it up close." Y/N said to her daughter as she started to make her way on the pier and over to Nate who just took off his equipment.

"Uncle Nate!" Mya screamed as she ran up to him and hugged him tightly making him laugh and she grimaced.

"Hey kiddo! Long time no see!" Nate said laughing as he hugged her back. "Be careful. I'm still wet from being in the water." He said as he pulled away from her.

"And you stink. Like salt and fish." She stated as she waved her hand in front of her face.

"I did warn you." He laughs and he looked at y/n as she walked up to them and his smile grew softer. "Hey y/n. How are you?"

"I'm doing okay. Just taking care of this trouble maker." She chuckled as she placed her hand on Mya's shoulder. "She really wanted to come and see you today and maybe come and visit Elena."

"I'm sure that Elena wouldn't mind at all." Nate stated as he watched as Mya walked off to look at the machines then he looked back to y/n and his face got serious. "She really does look like him doesn't she?" He stated and y/n visibly gulped as she looked down to her hand and fiddled with her fingers.

"She does, and it reminds me everyday.." She looks back up to him with her eyes glistening. "I really miss him Nate.. I can't move on.. it hurts when I try." She wiped a tear that was falling from her eye and he pulled her into his arms making her immediately grimace at the smell and wetness.

"It's okay y/n. I'm sure that he would want to move on, but I understand." He said softly as he pulled away and saw that she made a face. "What?"

"She was right. You do stink." She joked and laughed as Nate smelt himself and grimaced.

"Let me get out of this wetsuit and get in a shower and I'll meet y'all back out here to go to our house." He said backing up with a sheepish smile, and y/n nods her head with a smirk.

"Yeah you do that. Elena won't appreciate the smell wafting through the house." Y/N said to him as he turned around and waved his hand towards her and she went over to Mya as she examined the equipment and sat down on the steps and looked to the sky.

I have a feeling that you are still out there Sam. She thought to herself as she closed her eyes.

Timeskip

She was awoken by Mya who shook her arm slightly and she opened her eyes.

"Mom it's time to go. Uncle Nate is done. He told me to get you up so we can get going." She said excitedly so she can see her aunt.

Y/N sat up and rubbed her eyes and seen that the sun was going down. She didn't even notice that she fell asleep, well it could've been that she wasn't able to get sleep ever since Sam died because she had nightmares ever since.

She got up and seen that Nate was making his way over to them, and he looked at y/n worriedly.

"Do you want me to drive you there and you can get your car when I come back here?" Nate asked as he placed his hand on her shoulder.

"I think that's best. I haven't been able to get some sleep the right way ever since." She stated getting up with the help of Nate and he smiles.

"I understand. Let's go." Nate said helping her to the car and they all got in with Mya in the back while y/n sat in the front next to Nate.

On the way to Nate's house y/n tried to get some sleep, but Mya was being quite loud with telling Nate how school was going.

"You know that you are too young to have a boyfriend?" Nate said looking over to her with a playful glare.

"He's not a boyfriend! He's more like a best friend!" Mya said rolling her eyes playfully.

"He better be.." y/n chirped in as she decided to just stare out the window for the rest of the ride.

"I'm telling you mom. We're only friends." Mya stated with a whine making Nate and y/n chuckle slightly.

The ride back to his place was pretty quiet, and when they arrived Mya was the first one out of the car and ran towards the house with Nate and y/n hot on her tail.

"Aunt Elena!" Mya said opening the door to the house and runs inside.

"Hey! I wasn't expecting you to come here!" Elena said coming around the corner and hugging her when she came close enough.

She saw Nate and y/n come in and she walked up to Nate kissing his cheek before turning to y/n and hugging her. "Hey it's nice to see you too." She said smiling widely.

"Nice to see you too Elena." Y/N said softly and pulled away with a smile on her face as well.

"Will the two of you be staying the night? Because I'll make more dinner for the two of you." Elena offered and y/n shook her head.

"Nah. I don't want to be a burden with her being here." She joked as she placed her hand on top of of Mya head making her whine and push her hand making Nate and Elena laugh.

"Hey Mya. You want to see something cool." Nate asked as he nodded his head to the attic and Mya came excited.

"Um... Yes!" Mya screamed and she ran over to the attic with Nate quickly following after her.

"Be safe up there!" Y/N called after them and they didn't say anything which probably meant that they heard her as they ascended into the attic closing the door behind them.

"Come on. We have a lot of things to talk about." Elena said grabbing y/n's arm gently bringing her over to the couch. They both sat down and Elena offered her some tea.

"So... You look worse for wear. What's up? Are you okay?" Elena asked worriedly as she took a sip of her tea.

"I could be better.. I just.. think about Mya's father every single night. It's hard for me to get some sleep." She said just giving her that information since Nate never seemed to talk about Sam.

"You never mentioned Mya's dad before. Who is it?" Elena prodded and y/n just sipped on her tea staying quiet and Elena jumped to conclusions. "Oh god.. it's Nate isn't it?" She stated and y/n almost choked on her tea as she spat it out.

"Dear god no! it's not Nate okay?" She said in a coughing fit as she felt Elena pat her back to help her coughing fit.

"Oh I'm sorry. I should've never said that." She laughs sheepishly as she took her hand away. "But you don't have to tell me. Just know that I am here for you to talk." She suggested as she looked into her eyes and y/n nodded back.

"I know Elena and I appreciate that.. it's just that I'm not ready to talk about it just yet." Y/N said softly as she looked down to her cup. Elena nodded her head softly, understanding what it's like.

"Well.. Care to help me with dinner. At least stay for dinner, and then go." Elena suggested as she slapped her knees slightly and stand up.

"Yeah sure. Plus we need to catch up with you and Nate." Y/N said getting up with her and smiles widely, making her way to the kitchen with Elena and helping her whenever she can.

They had a good time talking to each other and Elena was retelling the story about how they discovered different types of adventures they had.

"Wait I missed the two of you and Sully discovering Sir Francis Drake?!" She asked in shock as she placed the bowels in the fridge.

"Yes! It was a great discovery but get this... His coffin was empty!" Elena said making a gesture which made Y/N shocked.

"What?!" Y/N said getting more confused. What she heard was that Drake had passed away a long time ago so this was news to her.

"I know right!" Elena said going over to the couch and sitting down grabbing her laptop with y/n following her and sitting down right next to her.

"Man I missed out on a lot!" She said running her fingers through her own hair making Elena chuckle.

"Well.. you had more important things to take care.. like your daughter for instant." She said pointing a finger to the attic where she heard Mya laughing and it made y/n smile.

"I guess you're right.." she said looking down to her hands.

"Go let them know that dinner is ready. I have to get this paper done." Elena started as she kept her eyes on the computer and y/n nodded making her way to the attic.

"Hey guys! Dinner is ready!" Y/N screamed up to them, which she got a various okay before she heard footsteps coming to the hatch before it opened. "Did the two of you have fun up there?" She asked them as they climbed down ladder.

"Yes! Uncle Nate taught me how to shoot at targets!" Mya said happily as she excitedly ran past y/n and downstairs.

"He did, did he?" She questioned looking at Nate with a glare, and Nate gave a sheepish smile.

"What? It was a toy gun." He defended and puts his hand up in defense.

Y/N shook her head and walked downstairs and went into the kitchen to grab all of their food as Nate sat next to Elena and started to talk as she passed out their bowls.

"And done.. man that was a lot." Elena said putting her laptop on the table, and grabs her bowl.

"So what was that all about?" Nate asked as he shoveled some food in his mouth.

"It was about the airlines getting stuck in Bangkok due to the smog in the air.." She started but y/n kind of cut her out as she seen a picture that Nate took from one of their trips together.

It felt so long that she has went out exploring and she would be lying if she didn't miss it.

"Whoa! What is that?!" Mya exclaimed making her snap out of her little loop and she looked at the tv and seen that they was about to play one of her favorite games 'Crash Bandicoot.'

"That my dear daughter is a PlayStation and boy does this take me back." Y/N said placing her bowl down to watch the bet that they had going on.

"So if you beat my high score then you get to wash the dishes." Elena said smugly as she leaned against her knees and so did Nate.

"Okay.. so why is this taking so long?" Nate asked as he didn't even get past the loading screen.

"You wouldn't even make it as a child if you owned one of these." Y/N chuckled as she wrapped an arm around Mya who leaned against her and yawned. She earned a glare from Nate with that comment and she laughed.

"So what do I do now?" Nate asked cluelessly as the home screen was on the screen and he didn't even get past it.

"You press enter." Elena said, humor lacing her voice as she watched him.

"Okay I got this." Nate stated as he loaded into a boulder level which y/n slightly gasped at and clutched her heart.

"My childhood appeared right in front of my eyes." Y/N said as she watched Nate run away from the boulder and get all of the boxes. Once he got to the end the score tallied up and it showed that he didn't beat Elena's high score.

"That's all?" Nate asked in disbelief as Elena got up to grabbed the bowls to take them to the kitchen.

"Yup. Now I have to do the dishes." Elena said cockily as she puts the dishes in the sink so she can do them later.

"There got to be more then that." Nate said in more disbelief as Elena sat next to him again.

"Maybe you just suck." Elena teased as she poked Nate's arm and he placed down the controller.

"Maybe there was something in my eye." Nate defended and Elena laughed.

"Hey I'm going to take her to the spare bedroom." Y/N interrupted gestured to a half asleep Mya that was clinging on to her arm. Nate and Elena nodded and smiles a little.

"Of course. You know where the bedroom is at so go whenever you want." Elena said getting up as she walked to the kitchen, and y/n got up leading Mya to the bedroom.

"Hey! I'll take you to get you car about an hour." Nate called out to her and she nodded to herself.

"Got it!" Y/n called back before walking in the room and shutting the door behind her. She laid her tired daughter on the bed and covered her with the blanket before laying next to her over the blanket.

"Mommy.." she said in a tired voice as her eyes closed slowly. "I want to see daddy." She said before she slowly fell asleep and y/n stared at her and ran her finger through her hair.

"So do I baby girl.." She said softly placing a small kiss on her forehead and sighs a little.

Timeskip

After a while after Y/N made sure that Mya was asleep her and Nate made their way back to his job so she can get her car.

"Well I had fun today." Nate stated as he pulled inside the parking lot and y/n scoffed a little.

"Why didn't you say anything about your trips to Shambala, and finding Sir Francis Drake?" Y/N asked angrily as she looked over to him with anger in her eyes.

"I didn't want to say anything because Mya was only 2 years old and you needed to take care of her." Nate defended himself but that didn't soothe her anger.

"You could've told me about the story Nate. I thought that we were in this together." Y/N stated as her anger soothed down a little and it was plastered with sadness. "It was me, yours, and Sam's expedition."

"I know y/n but I wanted to finish it for him and just give us a peace of mind." Nate said as he parked in the parking lot and he unbuckled his seat belt.

"Tell you what? Why don't you come in and I'll tell you more about it while I'm finishing these paperwork?" He offered and y/n contemplated if she should or not.

"Okay... But don't leave out any detail." She said with a small smile, and she unbuckled her seatbelt and they both got out of the car making their way to the office.

Timeskip

They had laugh and had awe moments as Nate retold the story to y/n and she couldn't believe hearing the story for the second time.

"You're shitting me right now!" She exclaimed as she gripped the armrest in anticipation and Nate grinned.

"I'm telling you y/n. What I'm saying to you is non bullshitery." Nate said grinning from ear to ear. Y/n was about to say something until there was knocking at the door that interrupted her.

"We're closed!" Nate said to the person who was on the other side. Hoping the person went away, y/n was about to say something else but there was another knock. "I said we're closed!" Nate stated again and the person didn't stop as they knocked again.

"Goddamn asshole.." Nate said to himself as he got up and walked over to the door. He opened it, not really getting a good look at the person. "I said we're closed. Is there anything I can help you with?" Nate asked trying to keep a professional voice, and y/n craned her neck to look at the person, and her eyes widened slightly as she seen the auburn tuft of hair.

"Yeah.. I was looking for my baby brother and my wife." Sam said turning around to look at them with a sheepish smile, and y/n almost fainted in her seat.

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[sproutwings]

Tell us more about how you see Bennett/Fowler? 💖

Aaaaaah, thank you for picking them! ❤️ I love being able to ramble on about one of the tiny ships of my heart!

What made you ship it?

I saw the film on TV when I was a teenager. I was thoroughly unimpressed by Bennett/Harcourt and vaguely intrigued by Bennett/Judd, but since I had already discovered that my id was craving enemy ships, it was Bennett/Fowler I pretty much instantly latched on.

What are your favorite things about the ship?

Bless, Fowler's anger and fury towards Guy feels so deeply personal! It's clearly not just that Fowler is a stickler for rules and that Guy is breaking the rules left, right and center, because a lot of students do that, but you don't see Fowler as doggedly obsessed with punishing them the way he does with Guy.

And Guy can't resist poking the metaphorical bear! That scene when he's late in the morning, throws his clothes at a glowering Fowler and jumps into the bathtub is one of my favorite scenes. Fowler's expression is something to behold!

I also like that they're both outsiders at school, and both to a degree in denial about it. Guy knows that his sexuality isn't accepted, but he still fully expects to be made a God, and Fowler doesn't appear to realize (or care) that his strict insistence in following the rules makes him as much of a pariah as Judd's Marxism and Guy's homosexuality. I think I talked about this before, but I really like the idea of them finding common ground over this.

And, of course, there's that delicious insinuation in the play that Fowler really does enjoy delivering canings more than it's proper. 👀 I'm very much here for that!

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

Heh. I don't think the ship is big enough to have any 'popular' opinions. :D But something I really like that's a bit out of the left field is the idea of them running into each other in the future. They're bound to move in the same diplomatic circles after they've left school, and it would be interesting to see how much of the old animosity still remains or if their experiences have changed the status quo. The two of them carrying an illicit affair while Fowler is trapped in some boring job at the embassy and Bennett is spying for the Sowjets, maybe starting out as hatesex and then they catch feelings? Yes, please!

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