#though she always intended to include Something that tied to him

[thebookworm0001]

Oh it’s Zevran who finishes the tattoo

[thekinslayed]

A Kitten Among Dragons

summary | In an attempt to close their growing distance, Aemond visits his sweet sister to find her accompanied by a furry friend.

pairing | prince regent!aemond targaryen x younger sister!reader

tags | 18+, MINORS DNI! v innocent reader, dry humping, making out, aemond teaches his sister dirty things 🫢, slight manipulation, big bad aemond creams his pants LMAO

wordcount | 3.4k

note | this idea came after my heavy disappointment of not having the cats included in the show mixed with the hc that peepaw def favors his granddaughters :) didn't intend this for be this smutty, but i got carried away oopsie

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It was hard to deny that Aemond had neglected you as of late. Between organizing battle strategies with Cole, sitting on his brother’s council, and dealing with his own... problems, the second son hadn’t so much spared a brief visit to his younger sister to check on her wellbeing. It was a notion so unlikely of him, you were his favorite after all. This headache of a war was driving them apart, and he would be direly bereft if he would lose you next. Anyone but you. 

But duty was always calling, even more frequent now that he was regent. Hence, as soon as he had dismissed his council, his feet led him quickly to your door. What greeted him was most certainly a surprise, with you on your knees on the floor, bent over while fixating on something underneath your bed.

“Come, kitty! Why do you hide? There is nothing to be afraid of!”

When his initial shock had surpassed, his confusion promptly followed. Aemond cleared his throat, gathering your attention. You turned your head to look at him, greeting him with a quick “Oh hello, Aemy”, before returning your attention to the floor. Your arm was buried underneath the wooden frame in an attempt to reach the little creature, making you huff in exertion.

“What are you up to, my sweet?” your brother asked, approaching your kneeling form. He was tempted to mirror your position to take a peek, but he remained standing. 

“I– Gods, hold on, I can feel her. Come on, little one!”

His brow raised when you finally pulled out the critter from beneath your bed, a triumphant smile spreading on your face. It must have been one of the cats brought by Otto after Aegon had hung all of the ratcatchers. They were littered about the keep, some quite diligent with actually catching vermin while most merely hung about and shat everywhere. Such creatures did not interest Aemond, hence the look of contempt on his face at the one you carried like a babe. 

It was a furry little thing, fur white as snow, but its paws gray as though they were dipped in ash. A green ribbon was tied around its neck, no doubt of your doing. “Why are you keeping one of those things? They are not to be pets,” he scolded, which earned him a frown from you.

“She is my pet. Grandsire gave her to me before he left,” you reasoned, sulkily walking away to plop down on your chaise. Your brother had followed suit, settling beside you to watch you play with the feline on your lap. It looked to be quite young, quivering on its frail legs in an attempt to stand. You watched it with a fond smile, stroking its soft fur. “I have little companion as of late, though she has kept me quite entertained,” you told him.

He couldn’t deny the pang of guilt at your words. Before the war, you had been practically glued to the hip. His days were spent by your side, in the quiet aisles of the library, under the warm sun in the gardens, even in the skies with Vhagar. You would wake early enough to catch him training in the yard, before sharing a meal immediately after. Aemond was your constant companion, your fiercest protector. The war had changed much of that, and he was the only one to blame. 

The prince scooted closer to your side, breathing in your sweet scent. It was one he dearly missed, had thought about on the journey from his victory in battle. “I am sorry, sister. ‘Tis my fault, I have neglected you too much,” he said, covering your hand with his calloused palm. The sparing glance you bestowed him was an arrow straight to his heart, and a stab to his soul when you pulled away, lowering to sit on the floor to play with your kitten instead. It was silent, save for the quiet giggles that bubbled from your lips as it chased the frilly handkerchief you dangled around. 

He figured you were right to keep your space from him, to save yourself from being tainted by his blood-stained hands. You were so good, so pure. You were the best of all of them. It was by some miracle that an innocent being like you was born into their sludgy, miserable lot. You were saved from the madness of a Targaryen, and the greed of a Hightower. No, you were formed from the Mother’s rib, brought into the world with lightness and purity. 

His mother was right to keep you sheltered away, brought devoutly under the faith of the Seven so you may be guided into the righteous path. Perhaps they just might spare you from this brutality, this hell. They may have not saved poor Helaena, but Aemond prayed there was still hope for you. 

A little feline was what you are, in a den full of dragons. Despite the dragonfire in your blood, the egg in your cradle did not hatch. It only hardened into stone after years of hoping, of fruitless waiting. It was what tethered you to Aemond in the first place, forming a formidable bond in your shared isolation. And then he claimed Vhagar, had lost his eye, and then he was not the same. You remained devoted to him regardless, uncaring of cutting yourself on his sharp edges. He was all broken glass, and you were the most pristine porcelain no hand could ever forge. 

“They have brought Aegon back, haven’t they?” you asked quietly, still focused on your cat. Aemond helplessly stared at the back of your head, clenching his fist to prevent the urge to caress your head. You wanted your space, and he would respect that.

“Yes, have you gone to see him?” he replied, to which you responded with a shake of your head. “No?” Your pale tresses swayed with your movement, light and soft like feathers. You had ceased waving the embroidered cloth in your hand, fidgeting with its laces instead. Aemond could only watch as you shifted to hug your knees, head dipping. 

“I am frightened,” you whispered. 

“Of what?” he asked in concern.

“That I won’t be able to recognize him.” Your words made him pause with an odd throb in between his ribs. There was no doubt the state of unrepair the elder was in. All marred flesh, and broken bones. He had lost half a head of hair, and his right ear melted like the Conqueror’s armor that had been plastered to his flesh. It was no sight for you to gaze upon. 

Aemond had a hand in his brother’s agony, there was no denying it. But the fool was in his way. Aegon had been told to do one thing, and yet he had failed to even accomplish such a simple task. He was not needed on the field, nor anywhere else, really. Rook’s Rest was not his battle to fight, but Aemond’s. Although, the younger might have him to thank in the grand scheme of things. His brother’s idiocy made him regent, protector of the realm. Aemond had expected you to be proud of him, to be the first to run into his arms in glee with his new position, but you couldn’t be any farther away from him now.

“My own family has felt like strangers as of late. Mother won’t let me come to the Sept with her anymore, Helaena hasn’t been herself since….” you mentioned, finally turning to face him. Though it had only been as quick as a blink, for you have reclused yourself once more, returning your gaze to your pet. It was amusing itself now, rolling around on the embroidered carpet while wiggling its legs. “I scarcely recognize you.”

His frown deepened at your words, even more so at your indifference. It was true. He had not been himself as of late. He had let his weakness get to him, had allowed his temper to go unmanaged. In a pathetic attempt at reprieve, he let his feet lead him to a place that had scarred him, to a person whom he sought a false sense of comfort. She would never give him that, nor the touch that would effectively soothe him. He had only ever found it in one person, in you. Yet he would not begrudge you, despite all his greed.

But Aemond was weak for all that you would give him, if any at all. He could never go long without the sweet home he found in your arms, in every kiss you would bestow on his scars. In a bold attempt, he reached forward to place his hand on your shoulder, squeezing it softly. “I am still me, hāedar,” he said, gentle and warm. Such manner of speech was unlike the cold, one-eyed Kinslayer, but here, in the quiet of your chambers, he was neither of those things. Not in your presence. A budding hope only ever sparked brighter when you met his good eye, wide-eyed like a doe. You had mother’s eyes, beautifully round, yet none of the sorrow that dampened her brown orbs. Aemond could only hope it stayed that way. 

You leaned into his touch when he cupped your jaw, pressing a soft kiss into the inside of his wrist. It was then your brother finally sank to the floor, sitting flush beside you. With a gentle urge, he opened his arms, beckoning you closer. You were all too eager to bury yourself into his warmth, arms finding their home around his neck. Your melancholic sigh wisped the ends of his hair while he planted a kiss on yours, aquiline nose breathing in the familiar scent of rosemary in your hair. “I prayed for you, lēkia,” you mumbled, lips pressed into the pale expanse of his neck. Your warmth was immediately missed as soon as you pulled away to look at him. “I prayed the gods would protect you in battle, and they did,” you told him, to which he smiled at fondly. Though it was shortlived, for you had frowned at the thought of your other brother who laid in your father’s bed, barely holding onto his life. “Though I hadn’t prayed enough for Aegon, and look what happened to him now.”

Tears had started to dampen the corner of your eyes in a flash, lips quivering downwards. One had been traitorous enough to roll down your cheek, leaving its trail on your flesh. Aemond was quick to wipe it away with his thumb. Large, calloused hands cupped your face, urging you to look at him. “No, sweetling,” he soothed, planting a kiss on your cheek. Thin lips caught every salty droplet that escaped your eyes, shushing the sob that had you hiccuping. Your brother pulled you in close, flush to his chest, to his heart. The heart that only ever beat for you. “Be easy on yourself, sister. The gods have decided our brother’s fate, there is naught else you could’ve done.” His tone was firm as he spoke, though never harsh. With a sniffle, you nodded, before planting a kiss on Aemond’s cheek, a sign of your silent gratitude. The small touch alone had warmed his entire being, had his blood running hotter than it already did. It was agonizing that you remained unaware of what you do to him, of how easily you could make him weak. He could only sigh as you planted your forehead against his. “C-can you do that again?” he whispered. “Please?”

You obliged, planting a kiss on his cheek, then one on the other side. His arm kept you close, silently urging you to swing your leg over his hips to straddle his lap. His loins were starting to stir underneath your warmth, only taking a mere second the moment he felt your weight. Such was your power. You continued to pepper kisses across his face, unaware of how your brother could feel the pulsating from your pearl. With a tilt of your head, you pressed your lips against his in a peck, taking him by surprise. “Aemy,” you had said against his lips. A dreamy hum was his only response, his good eye closed from the dizzy haze you left him. “Do you suppose we could try what you taught me last time?” 

The devil between your thighs resisted the urge to smirk at your request, oozing with desire. He raised a brow at you in question, tilting his head to the side. “Last time?” he asked, feigning curiosity. You bit your lip timidly, absentmindedly trailing your fingertip in circles on his collar. 

“Yes, when you showed me how to…” you trailed off, looking at him with hope. 

“How to what, darling? Tell me,” he urged. You shifted about in his lap, timidly looking away. A squeeze on your hips encouraged you to use your words. “To do that thing with… with my tongue.”

Aemond’s grin widened at your words, utterly triumphant. With a nod, he urged you closer, reconnecting his lips to yours. He started with a simple kiss, then with a thumb on your chin, he propped your mouth open and his tongue slithered into your warm cavern. It had prompted you to do the same, following his lead by licking into his mouth. The hot muscle was quite rough with the little dots that functioned to make you taste, and he had such a distinct flavor that felt quite different from your own.

You tried to keep up with his pace, adorably enough, visibly out of breath once you both pulled away. Your cheeks held a slight tinge of a flush, running straight across the bridge of your nose. Aemond pinched your cheek between his fingers, nudging his nose against yours. “You are quite good, sister,” he teased, chuckling amusedly when you blushed. Your lips stayed connected for longer, exchanging tongues and spit in an easy, unrushed manner that made Aemond feel woozy as though his body was lightened by poppy milk. Through the blissful fog he found himself in, the silver-haired prince started to feel your hips squirm, subconsciously rubbing against his cock.

With a whine, you pulled yourself away. “It hurts,” you frowned, brows furrowing in confusion.

“What hurts, my love?” he asked, ignoring the thumping in his ears in anticipation. He had to be patient in his efforts, calm, lest he scare you away.

Your fingertips found the hem of your skirts, lifting the green fabric to your hips to expose your smallclothes. A damp spot had created a mark in between your thighs, glistening with your arousal. Aemond gulped, resisting the urge to palm the growing stiffness in his breeches at that moment.

Gods, you were going to be the death of him.

“Does it always hurt?” he asked, mouth growing dry at the sight of you. 

“No, but it did the last time we did this. Though it has grown quite uncomfortable this time around,” you pouted. 

What a sweet, innocent little thing you were. There was no doubt you held no knowledge about these things. Your sheltered upbringing and strict lessons from the Septa have left you thinking that the ways of the flesh are of sin, only to be done between man and wife. But gods, there was a world out there Aemond wished to show you. Mother would have to forgive him for many things he has done, including teaching his sister such debauchery. Better him than anyone else, he supposed.

“I can help take that pain away if you want,” he offered. 

“Won’t that be wrong, brother? Septa Luelle said—”

“I know, sweetheart, but it won’t be anything like that, I promise.” Your eyes flickered to look into his good eye as you contemplated, resolve crumbling with the comforting smile he offered you. It only widened as you nodded, his slim cheeks dimpling in satisfaction. His hand on the small of your back urged you to press your weight back onto his lap, guiding hands shifting your hips back and forth. You had gasped upon contact, amazed at the stiffness that had grown in between his thighs. 

“Were you hurting too, Aemy?” you asked, worry painting your features. Aemond bit back a groan, nodding his head meekly.

“A bit, but I am starting to feel better, sister. All thanks to you,” he responded. His words made you smile, encouraging you to move your hips at your own pace. You mewled, throwing your head back in delight. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

With a furious nod, your hips quickened as the funny feeling in your tummy grew. You held onto Aemond’s shoulders to steady yourself, while your brother rested his head on the chaise’s cushioned edge. It was soon evident you were growing tired of using your thighs, and so he planted his feet firm onto the floor, and Aemond’s hips lifted to meet yours. Your arousal had started to stain the front of his breeches, dampening the dark fabric with your cunny’s tears. The thought of tasting it on his tongue was enough to make his cock jump in his trousers, his tip no doubt weeping tears of its own. How wonderful it would be to get a taste of your sweet ambrosia. 

“A-aemond…” you moaned, burying your head into his neck. You held onto him as though you were about to drown, clutching onto the smooth leathers of his doublet like a lifeline. Your release must be steadily approaching, apparent in the steady whines that fell freely from your lips. It began to grow in volume, and Aemond had planted his lips back onto yours to swallow down your moans.

You lapped at him with desperation, spit smearing past your lips, though neither of you cared. Your release broke through you with little forewarning, coming with a cry of his name. Aemond had always thought you beautiful, but as your eyes screwed shut and your jaw fell slack, he was sure there was no other mortal being who could ever come close to your beauty. You looked like a goddess reborn, with your flushed cheeks and glistening lips. The sight of you alone drove him to his end, creaming his trousers like a pubescent boy. It left a clear stain on his trousers, yet he cared little.

“That felt quite nice, won’t you say?” he asked, equally dazed from the high of his release. You bit your lip, nodding, before burying your head into his chest with a giggle. Satisfied, Aemond caressed your back comfortingly, planting small kisses into your hairline.

There was no way for him to ever let go of you, not when he had you moaning his name so sweetly like this. You were his and his alone, his little kitten. He would find a way to make your union happen, to have you both married under the eyes of the Seven before his enemies’ corpses go cold. Hells, he would marry you now, if you wanted. He would find a Septon the moment you asked for it, or have the robes readied if you wished for a ceremony done by your Valyrian ancestors. He would do it all, and he can, now that he was regent. Mother would surely be displeased, with the growing animosity between her and Aemond, and the fierce protectiveness she held for her youngest daughter. But she would have to accept it either way. Who else was more suited to be your husband but he? Aemond would rather see the realm burn twice than have you married off to some insignificant lord. No, none else would hold a truer love for you than him alone. It’s been proven by the gods deeming it fit to intertwine his soul with yours. 

A scratching by his side had pulled him from his reverie, turning to find your little feline. You took her into your arms with a coo, practically shoving the furry thing into Aemond’s face with a grin.

“Pet her,” you urged gleefully. You stayed settled on his lap, much to his delight. Aemond shook his head to refuse, but he could never really deny you, could he? Sighing, he caressed the cat, scratching the spot in between its ears per your instruction. It purred with his touch, reminding the dragonrider of his mount whenever he would do the same with her maw.

“Hm, she’s quite like Vhagar,” he mused. It didn’t take long for him to enjoy playing with the furry thing, spending the rest of the remaining daylight by your side.

Perhaps cats weren’t so bad.

[kinardsevan]

I don't know if it's enough of a prompt but : Tommy says I love you first

i come to you in pieces (so you can make me whole)

He never intends it to be a big thing. He’s done the whole to-do before, made a whole thing out of telling someone exactly where his heart is in the mix of it all. The first serious relationship he had after coming out felt like doing everything for the first time, and in a lot of ways it was. He’d spent so much of his adult life trying to fit into a hetero-normative relationship that when he finally met a guy and fell in love and everything felt the way all the movies and songs described it, he wanted all of it.

And granted, he’s always been a hopeless romantic at heart. Maybe that was a form of self-preservation in the midst of all the loneliness, that he could believe that someone might actually come along one day and sweep him away the way all the movies say happens. Still, when he’s actually had those moments, they never measured up. He’s given his entire heart to someone on a silver platter, flowers and candles included, only to have that moment fall short of what he expects out of it.

But then he meets Evan. 

And it’s a tenuous thing for a while. Because when they first meet, and the first date falls flat on his face with Evan basically shoving them both back in the closet, he’s sure that this gorgeous man he’s felt his heart quickening at is just another passing blip, something he probably shouldn’t let himself get so tied down too. He reminds himself not to get too excited when Chimney or Hen calls about something small; when Eddie wants to know if he wants to rent the next fight and split the price. 

And then Evan calls back and asks him out for coffee. And Tommy knows how much courage it takes, just to take another stab at something when it’s already fallen on its face once. He understands even more how scary it is to suggest the idea that the person you’re dating wants to out themselves to an entire group of people, more specifically their group of people. But for as apprehensive as he was, the wedding went off without (much of) a hitch, save for the awkward glances coming from the Buckley parents. Still, Tommy had long since learned that Evan’s thoughts on whose opinion really mattered about his personal life had more to do with Bobby Nash and Athena Grant than it did Philip and Margaret Buckley. 

He knows it’s coming after that; knows that even if Evan isn’t quite ready to shout from the rooftops that he’s bisexual, that at the very least, he’s okay with his loved ones knowing, and that’s what really matters to Tommy. As it is, Evan becomes the one who takes on a penchant for PDA, whether it’s a hospital waiting room, a bar on a Friday night after a shift, or the middle of the Pride parade. Tommy knows Evan meant it when he wasn’t sure what he was ready for, and he’d never mention it out loud for fear of scaring him back into some need to cower from outside opinions that don’t actually matter, but his boyfriend is no shrinking violet in embracing letting people know just how much he likes Tommy.  And at that point, how is Tommy not supposed to fall back? 

He waits a respectable amount of time. Even though they never actually put an exclusivity label on it all, neither of them are seeing other people. Dates on days off turn into showing up for each other atter a long shift, which turn into overnights, and then long weekends. They still live separately, but Tommy isn’t entirely sure why when one of them is always at the other’s place. Showing up for a loved one becomes a package deal, mostly because they’re just so limited already in the amount of time they get with one another. 

Maddie tells him she thinks it’s cute. Chimney jokes that it’s gross, that he doesn’t need to see his brothers quite that domestic with one another, though he refuses to admit that he finds it endearing. Eddie just gags at the sight of them at this point. Hen never complains, instead only ever commenting that she’s happy to see her two friends finally settled in a relationship, although the fact that it’s with each other was never on her bingo card. 

And Bobby…well Bobby sees it before he ever says a word. In the midst of a family dinner (breakfast) at the end of a long shift for the 118 that Tommy showed up to because Evan’s jeep was in the shop, and they already had plans to spend the weekend together. 

“You should tell him,” Bobby says after sending the rest of the shift off to change into their civies. 

“Hmm?” 

Bobby tilts his head at Tommy. “It’s written all over your face, Tommy. And I think everyone knows it but him.” 

Tommy can’t help glancing towards the first floor then, apprehensive at the suggestion. 

“Besides,” Bobby continues, drawing his attention back. “The whole house is betting on Buck going first, and I’ve got five hundred on you.” 

. . .

They’re standing in the kitchen again. They’d fallen asleep after getting back to Evan’s place when his shift ended, taken some well-deserved rest. After waking up, Evan had mentioned wanting to go back to their place; Miceli’s is only known to them as that now. It’s a Friday night, so Tommy had to call ahead to make sure they’d have the table, but at this point, there’s very little he’s not willing to do to satisfy his boyfriends wants and needs, regardless as to how ridiculous they may get. 

Evan is rambling on about another deep dive, and Tommy doesn’t mind. He enjoys learning little things from the vast amounts of knowledge his boyfriend consumes. More than that, he enjoys the way Evan lights up when he gets on a tangent. As the girls would say, it something about Evan that makes him get all “swirly”. 

“So I said to Eddie, just because giraffes are more likely than people to get struck by lightning doesn’t necessarily mean that they will be. I mean I think I proved-..” 

“I’m so in love with you,” he murmurs as Evan’s midway through his sentence. 

The blonde stares at him slackjawed, eyes unfocused and looking as though he’s just found the answers to a question he never thought to ask but always wondered, the very same way he did the first time they kissed. 

“W-what,” he rasps. 

Tommy gives a small nod, the hint of a smile on his face as his eyes trail down Evan’s chest, the fingers on his left hand rubbing gentle circles over Evan’s hip. His gaze drifts back up, finding those crystal blue eyes he so desperately wants to spend every spare second drowning in. 

“I’m in love with you, Evan,” he says in that monotone voice, like he’s not shifting their entire universe with those six words. “Stay awake after a twenty-four, drink your god-awful idea of good coffee, let all of my limbs fall go numb if it makes you comfortable to fall asleep on me, in love with you.” 

Evan clears his throat then, but Tommy has a front-row view to the way tears run into his waterline, and it occurs to him in that moment, maybe someone has never actually told his boyfriend that he matters that much to them. And on one hand, he’s glad he gets to be the first, but on the other, he wants to fill a room with every person that’s ever claimed to love Evan Buckley in the past and ask them how they could possibly tell him that without explaining just how much.

“You don’t have to say it back right now,” he continues. “I just wanted you to know that; that I love you.” 

Evan lifts his hand to Tommy’s shoulder and takes a step forward, fingers wrapped around the other man’s collarbone as he leans into him, slides his tongue into Tommy’s mouth. There’s such a gentleness about it, that Tommy almost doesn’t need the words. Any clarity of what exists between them burns its brightest when they’re like this, skin on skin, always needing to touch one another to ground themselves. 

He breaks them apart after a time, eyes closed for half a second longer, just taking in the moment. Evan’s hand shifts up, rests against the side of his neck as his thumb trails over Tommy’s jaw. 

“I think I fell in love with you the first time we stood here,” Evan admits softly. “When you asked me if it was okay that you kissed me.” 

Tommy lets out a silent chuckle as a smile crosses his face. Evan tilts his head to the side, that same sheepish smile Tommy has come to love playing on his features. Tommy finally manages to lift his gaze and meet Evan’s once more, bringing a thumb up to brush against his bottom lip. 

“If you had told me flying into a hurricane on a whim would get me here, I think I would’ve called your bluff.” 

Tommy’s smile pulls wider across his face and he leans back in, kisses the corner of Evan’s mouth. He tilts his head up then, whispers into Evan’s ear. 

“I thank God every day that I answered Chim’s phone call because I don’t want a version of this life that doesn’t have you in it.” 

Evan leans into him at those words, buries his face in the crook of Tommy’s neck, and Tommy kisses his shoulder as his hand runs over Evan’s back soothingly. When Evan finally pulls back, he rests his forehead against Tommy’s, eyes closed, swept up in the wave of emotion the conversation has brought up between them. 

“I feel so lucky to get to love you, be in love with you.” He pauses for a tick. “Be loved by you.” 

“There’s no luck involved, babe,” Tommy murmurs to him. Even with his eyes closed, tears slip past them, and then Tommy’s hands are on his face, wiping them away. 

“You are so deserving of it, Evan,” he tells him softly. “And you make it so easy.” 

[roxoxoxoxy]

Includes: Soft dom! Sohee, friends to lovers, mild bondage, fingering (f! Recieving), a weird ending honestly idk where I was going with this.

Obligatory warning about the typos, what even is grammar, English isn't a language it's actually black magic that's rotting our brains.

It's not often you find yourself in positions like these, sitting down on your best friends bed as he tries to figure out how to tie shibari on your clothed body, but when sohee pleaded with you to help him out, you found it hard to say no to the boy. He's been seeing this girl for a couple of weeks, it's nothing serious, they're just fooling around to "relieve some stress" and she recently mentioned having a bondage kink.

Now sohee, the boy you've always known for being a bit of a people pleaser, told her that he knew all about bondage and couldn't wait to tie her up. There's one problem though, Sohee doesn't know the first thing about bondage.

While you're busy regretting ever agreeing to this, sohee suddenly pulls the ropes around your arms a little too tight, causing you to glare at him. He laughs nervously, scratching the back of his neck as he looks at you apologetically.

"Sorry, is that too tight?"

"No, it's perfect. Girls love slowly loosing feelings in their hands while having sex. It's the best part." Your tone is obviously sarcastic, feeling a little annoyed you got roped into this. (haha roped).

He loosens the ropes around your arms and sighs, looking defeated. "I know I shouldn't have lied but cmon, I really like this girl"

You try to ignore the stinging feeling that statement causes in your chest, sighing as you look up at him, looking vaguely irritater.

"Aren't you two just fuck buddies? Why do you care so about impressing her?" Your tone comes off more pointed than you intended it too, but you can't help it.

"Well yeah but I already said I'd do it and I'd feel embarrassed if I had to admit to lying" he looks at you, with that same soft expression he does whenever he wants something, all wide eyed like a puppy. "Please just help me out? Just this once?" You hate how easily you cave when he begs, it's so hard to say no to him.

You begrudgingly sit up straight, putting your hands behind your back so he can attempt to tie them up again. You try to ignore how soft his hands feel against your skin, how close he is to you. You can practically feel him breathing against your neck and it's driving you crazy.

While you're busy trying to zone out and pretend this isn't turning you on, Sohee suddenly pushes you down onto the bed, causing you to fall on your back. Before you can ask what he's doing he speaks up.

"Try getting out of the restraints." You ignore how his voice seems to have dropped a few octaves and how the way he's looking at you has you feeling hot all over. You try to pull at the ropes, they're pretty secure around your arms and the more you try to wiggle free the more they seem to tighten up.

"Yep. I can't take them off....they're pretty secure" You're suddenly realising how vulnerable this position is, laying down on your back, your hands tied up....sohee sitting up on the bed Infront of you. You instinctively look away, his gaze is too intense to make eye contact with.

"...why are you looking at me like that?"

Sohee doesn't reply, instead he takes off his jacket and folds it up, placing it under your head so you're more comfortable. He then slides his hand down the sides of your body till he stops at your hips, hooking his fingers inside your pants, looking down at you.

"Can I take these off"

You're nodding before you can even process what's happening, he takes off your pants and panties at once, using his hands to spread your thighs apart. Your face feels like it's burning from how hard you're blushing, your heart feels like it's buzzing as he slowly slides his hands up towards your cunt.

"Hey" He snaps you out of your daze before he's pressing two fingers into your mouth "wet these for me."

You start sucking on his fingers, feeling your brain get all fuzzy when he praises you, this situation is so weird and sudden but you can't help it, all these months of secretly pining after him make it impossible for you to resist.

He pulls his fingers out and kisses you, his soft lips feel like heaven against yours, before you can really lean into the kiss he pulls away, giggling when you unintentionally whine.

"Don't laugh at me. This situation is embarrassing enough"

"I'm not laughing at you, you're just really cute"

Before you can say anything else, he's pushing his fingers into you, causing you to moan softly at the stretch. He leans down to kiss you again as he slowly begins pumping his fingers in and out of you.

It doesn't take him long to find your g-spot and when he does, he's curling his fingers just right and it makes it hard for you to kiss him back, moaning against his lips, trying to keep up with him. He's surprisingly good with his fingers.

"Fuck, W-Where'd you learn how to that that-" you trail off when he hits a good spot, your back arching as you throw your head back. He smiles all wide and cocky at your questions, if he wasn't knuckles deep inside you, you'd make fun of him for it.

"I don't know...learned through porn I guess? I like making girls feel good. especially really pretty girls"

He uses his thumb to begin rubbing your clit, sending warm shots of pleasure up your body, you try to close your legs but he holds them open using his other hand. Your breathing starts to get shallow as you get closer and closer to cumming, your brain feels fuzzy and your chest feels warm.

"close?" He says teasingly, moving his fingers faster "Cmon baby, cum for me, make a mess"

That's all the encouragement you need to tighten up around his fingers and cum, throwing your head back as you moan, hips grinding against his hand as you ride out your high.

There's a moment of silence as you catch your breath, looking at him in disbelief as he undoes the ropes around your body, when you're finally free you turn around to face him, you're racking your brain for something to say but he beats you to it.

"She doesn't even like bondage"

You look at his confused "what?"

"The girl I'm hooking up with. She isn't into bondage, she never mentioned it. I made it all up." His ears are bright red as he confesses this, eyes glued to the floor.

You stare at him in absolute bewilderment, not knowing what to say. You eventually just start laughing in disbelief, not knowing how to process that

"Sohee what the fuck"

I'm running out of ideas so if you guys have any please feel free to send them in😚

[sapphicscholar]

Hacks 4.07 Thoughts

As always, thoughts below the cut to hide any spoilers!

Centering the episode around questions of faith and ritual on the one hand felt a little tonally odd, but also let the show to do a different kind of character exploration and communicate some things quietly for those in the know. For the non-Catholics, baptism is the first sacrament (a sacrament of initiation), and it represents both a rebirth (the cleansing away of original sin) and an entry into a new community/new structure of familial ties. Obviously those Catholic elements aren’t named explicitly in the episode, and the extent to which they register depends upon the familiarity of viewers with the Catholic tradition, but it was a nice way to quietly mark the watery rebirth of Deborah and Ava’s relationship—itself a cleansing (albeit, less wholly) of the wrongs that have been calcifying between them—as well as a way for the episode to talk about what it means for DJ to want something different for her child. We see her stand up for herself in a major way, and even though it becomes clear that it’s profit not faith that’s driving her (much more in character let’s be honest), I think there is something to what she sees in Aiden’s family. It’s not the Catholicism of it all (I PROMISE YOU THAT lmao), but it is a way of orienting themselves around each other that leaves DJ wanting more and better for her son than what she feels she got. And I think the choice of Ava as a godmother (even tho the Church would absolutely not have allowed it as a spur of the moment thing—you gotta prove you’re a practicing Catholic and all!) was a really lovely moment of growth and maturity from DJ.

As an outsider, DJ knows that there’s this version of her mother that Ava has drawn out from the soft, hopeful places Deborah walled off right around the time DJ would have been forming deep memories, but DJ also knows she’ll never be able to give that version of Deborah to AJ because it’s a version she knows of without knowing herself – a very faithful kind of believing without seeing, if you will. And much as she’s willing to wrench Deborah into the sanctuary and threaten to go low or no contact if she ruins something for AJ—an act of harshness born of love—she’s also willing to gift her son a version of her mother that she herself can’t quite access (at least not yet, maybe not ever). Ava can’t give AJ math lessons, let alone the intended role of spiritual guidance, but she can give him the version of Deborah at her best—the version she might have been had Frank and Kathy not done what they did.

Anyway, pivoting away from the Catholic of it all (a sentence I never thought I’d type in a Hacks recap!), the car conversation was obviously beautiful on its own terms, but it was also a nice way to get Deborah thinking about legacy, about belief, about what it is and was (bc it surely wasn’t faith in any higher power) that gave Deborah the strength to keep going—and how she’s going to make her show, her legacy, into the kind of thing that actually reflects who she is and what she values. Because we know that’s going to be what finally lets them succeed.

A couple quick delights: the stairwell scene, my beloved – we’ve been waiting for this, and it’s just as fun and sweet (without being saccharine) as I had hoped it would be <3

Even thought it was brief, I loved seeing Marcus - he seems so happy, and that's everything I wanted for him

Ava's book present is 100% the vibe I bring to the function (the function being all children's birthday parties)

But ya know I can't end without some kind of more critical note: I know a lot of the cast and creators talked about Julianne Nicholson as their favorite character this season, but I’m growing tired fast – don’t get me wrong, she can be fun to see, but at this point, it’s pretty clear she’s just here to give Jimmy and Kayla more to do on screen to justify the shift in narrative focus to include them as more major players (more on that in my ep. 8 notes), and it’s just…falling flat. Were this a 22-episode season kind of show, it might be different, but even with the slight increase to 10 episodes, this is a tight ship to run if you want believable character arcs scaled to the point JPL seem to want to exist at, and stuff like Dance Mom makes it baggy while taking away room for what we need to see

[serensama]

WIP Word game

Rules: you will be given a word. Then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word.

I was given SPITE by @ofcrowsanddragons and VIPER by @hyperions-light - thanks so much for thinking of me lovelies! Included WIPs: In Sacrifice, Glory (ISG) Minrathous (follow up prompt to my "Treviso" prompt in my 'Onions' series) Burn (a what if spin off Illario x Rook smut fic, if they actually did do something in the "Treviso" prompt) ---

S - She was grateful to find Solas awake on the battlements, the elf huddled over with parchment and a piece of charcoal he probably plucked out of a fire. (ISG, Chapter 15) P- “Please, Alistair.” (ISG, Chapter 16)

I – “Is this okay?” she asked, her thumbs finding the spot at the base of his skull that made his eyes want to roll into the back of his head, placing enough pressure to send tingles down his body. (ISG, Chapter 15)

T- “Tis late, Da'len,” he reprimanded gently, not bothering to look up from his drawing. “You should be sleeping.”  (ISG, Chapter 15)

E - Elissa nodded and laughed. “Crazy right? I told the Vint I had never heard of such a thing, to which he called me an ill-educated dog lord. After that, we made fun of some Orlesians. But after that, Dorian told me that even without eyes, without arms or legs- if a mage could still think- they could still cast. In theory, if I focused hard enough, I could summon fire from my back.” (ISG, Chapter 15) ---

V- “Vigil’s Keep! It would be amazing to see the Ferelden Grey Warden base!” (ISG, Chapter 15)

I- Illario laughed, surprising himself. Sex to him came in three forms: sex as a weapon, sex for physical release, and sex as a means for more power. (Burn)

P-  Perhaps Emmrich had meant that he would join him and Rook on their way back to the Lighthouse, and to collect him when they intended to leave. (Minrathous)

E- Even though her Rivaini armour left little to the imagination, her chest had always remained well covered and plagued him with fantasies of something he thought he would never have. (Burn)

R- Rook pulled away and looked up at him with one eyebrow raised. “I don’t know what you’re being so smug about Dellamorte; I’m not yet impressed by your tongue.” (Burn)

This was hard as hell hahaha. Apparently, I don't have a lot of P sentences and there was ONE that started with a V. Why didn't I choose the other word that was provided >_< No pressure tag at all, but it was an interesting thing to do to look over your work in this way :) : Your word, should you choose to play, will be STEAL @rookamell @jenn2d2 @nyx-de-riva @himluv and anyone else who wants to play, please tag me back so I can read and squeal with you over your WIPs <3

@thedissonantverses thank you for the tag honey! I saw you were tagged previously and I just didn’t want to add another word to your list hehehe- my many thanks for thinking of me 🙏❤️

[a-firsthand-murder-ballad]

AFHMB is a dark fantasy, colonial era WIP IF with some historical inspiration and intended for a ~16+ audience. It is hosted on Itch.io, made with Twine, and will be free start-to-finish. Demo here.

Warnings for general death, very briefly mentioned infant death, war, and disease, amongst others.

The war’s victory was not a joyous affair. There was no celebration when the encroaching forces were routed from the land. No drinking. No parties. No cheering or tearful greetings from spouses who had not seen one another in nearly a decade.

The silence was unmistakable. Loud. Overwhelming.

There was no joy to be found in it.

The removal of enemy soldiers from Herritus was instead met by one of the bleakest seasons to have ever settled over the country’s south. Crops and livestock died of the cold, infants were unable to be roused from their frigid sleep, and chromatia returned from its grave with wretched determination.

The streets are deserted- not a soul travels the worn roads. The homeless freeze to death and community shelters across the nation are wrung dry. Not even a noble such as yourself is safe from the cold’s grip.

It seeps in through the cracked windows, through the gaps under the doors. Your fire cannot douse it. No matter how many lanterns you light, the shudders will not be dispelled. You don a dozen layers; it finds a way through each.

When you are diagnosed with the grey ruin and made to realise you may have only a few months left to live, you must take it upon yourself to remove any remaining loose ends- before the sickness takes you.

And yet...something is wrong in the town of Nērisk. Something impossible is happening. And someway, somehow, it all ties back in to your brother’s murder twenty years prior.

Reminder that everything here is subject to change. It is a WIP for a reason.

- Customize your MC, including their gender (with options for women, men, and nonbinary MCs, plus enby men and women) and pronouns (supports multiple sets and custom input), appearance, and skills.

- MC’s personality is semi-set.  You can shift the way they develop and how they react to some situations, but some facets of themself will always be set.

- Optionally romance any of 9 options, with 10 poly routes available, including one quad (four person) option.

- Discover that not everything in Nērisk is as it seems, and that you cannot put your past behind you quite so easily...

- You are not the hero of this story. Rediscover old friends, and with them, old vices you thought you’d overcome.

Florain Vettikar [M/F]: An individual from your past you held dear (ex-best friend or ex-lover), taken from you too soon as karmic retribution. They’re long dead...but that doesn’t mean they’re gone.

Aviri von Jhersten [NB]: Someone you knew long ago. Their hands and yours are stained with the same blood, yet they were the one to claim guilt for the fresh grave. Now, they return, with new money and old vendettas.

Cillian Rittaker [M/NB/F]: You had seen Cillian once in passing as a child, a poor orphan your mother had shooed you away from. Nowadays, ze’s a powerful healer...and Nērisk’s final bastion against the chromatia.

Liel Amorson [M/F]: A childhood friend. You haven’t seen them in the decades since their family was forced to flee Nērisk, but now they return. You’d think they hadn’t changed at all if not for the emptiness in their eyes.

Acrocantus vel Yurius [M]: A son of the king of a distant country, who ran to Nērisk to escape his father and his homeland. He’s completely out of his depth...and is paying you to let him stay in your manor.

Ueryphus el Lirisis [NB]: Vel Yurius’ personal guard. They don’t trust you, and maybe they’re right not to. Still, they manage being unhappily polite, if only due to your extended grace when it comes to housing them.

Niphiles Ivares [F]: A wanderer, constantly coming and going. You’ve seen her around a few times, maybe even had a chat or two. Now, though, she’s trapped here in Nērisk, and growing increasingly paranoid…

Micah Kirrest [NB]: An annoyingly kind and persistent barkeep- and perhaps the only person you can call friend. Recently, you’d been separated, and now ey refuse to leave your side...no matter the circumstances.

Allifair ve Ketimnar [M/F]: As a child, they were forced to train under the same church authority you were, and now, they’re a priest with that same church. They hide their guilt well with jokes and snark. Too well.

[Poly routes are Florain/Aviri, Florain/Liel, Florain/Micah, Aviri/Micah, Cillian/Niphiles, Cillian/Aviri, Cillian/Allifair, Liel/Micah, and Acrocantus/Ueryphus.]

[The four-person poly route is Florain/Liel/Micah.]

Demo

Tag Directory [TBA]

[kazeremos]

This is just a headcannon for Jackson's Diary and is in no way part of the original story. Warning! Spoilers ahead. Content may include Season 3's new episodes because I do pay to read ahead.

My initial theory since about Season 2 has always included Jackson's mother and her whereabouts. However, I have always found it odd that Exer's mother is out of the picture and not really mentioned at all from Exer and his dad. I am in no way speculating that Jackson's mom is also Exer's mom. My headcannon is more on the lines that they were friends and both had magical abilities.

My idea is that Jackson's mother's abilities were tied together with writing as well like a scribe. It could be where Jackson's mom could write down thoughts as a way to boost another magical being's abilities or create things to best go in her favor. Exer's mom was the sorceress, magician, or mage and could conjour things into being or as actual attacks. Jackson's mom assisted Exer's mom and they have been friends since childhood. They may have been in a school together or on the run in their own world. Yes, their own world. I believe when Jackson's mother had to go back with Exer's mom, she gave an enchanted book to Jackson to use to protect him and Exer. She intended on the book to be connected with Jackson and his imagination hoping it will guide him and unlock his own prerogative imagination. I do not believe she passed away. If she has my later theory at the end of this might tie in more with it.

If and when Jackson tells Exer what his Diary has been doing, they force the book by writing in it to tell them the truth. David tags along for the ride despite it taking more out of him than the other two. They enter a flashback of their mothers' past and Jackson's mother is aware but does not act on interfering with what has already been done unless she stops time to see her boy and explain a little with what is going on as the three watch the truth of how their mother's end up in the future.

I don't believe the book forced Exer's feelings to like David. Jackson said to start over which makes Exer able to let go of Brenda and start pursuing new love. In Chapter 63, Jackson wrote,

"Okay, so I don't know what to write about but I have been told to do it anyway. So here it goes... my life hasn't been easy lately, it's been full of ups and downs. Like a rollercoaster full of emotions. Where I made lots of mistakes that I am now paying for. Even though the past still hurts, it's made me into the person I am now today. And I think it is time for me to move forward. Maybe to do that I need to try something new. I know I can't change the past, I know I still have a lot to learn, but I am still willing to do my best. I want to be more responsible for my actions. I want to feel proud of who I am. Maybe I just need to start forgiving myself. And start from zero."

In this entry, Exer finds the courage to start fresh. He made mistakes in his past about not telling David he was dating Brenda, about hurting others, about using his magic to get by and to just be proud of himself. Everything shaped him into the person he is today, filled with regret and humiliation and that he doesn't like being the bully or hurting those close to him. He had no feelings for Brenda anymore when he realized how much it hurt his best friend, David. David came first and this realization came before this entry. The entry just helped Exer sort out his thoughts and feelings as if they were his own. The entry was spoken in first person from Jackson's point of view but it also related to what Exer is going through. The part about trying something new was when he locked eyes with David and saw the hurt David was still feeling hiding his feelings for Exer. Exer already cared for David as his best friend, hated how much he was hurting because of him, and has already stood up for gays against those who saw poorly of them. Exer just never considered how he might think of David in that way and Jackson writing about Pamela was a reflection of Exer opening up to the idea of feeling safe with David as a couple. In episode 92, Jackson writes about Pam and a few chapters later, Exer and David started to open up to their feelings for one another. Exer beforehand was confused. He still couldn't think for himself on how he was feeling but Jackson helped. He never forced Exer to like anyone, Exer already had some feelings for David but they haven't matured yet. Jackson helped Exer be more open with his feelings for David at the time Jackson was reflecting on his for Pamela. Dexer is real.

I just wanted to clarify on how Exer and Jackson have their abilities from my headcannon. It could also be Exer's mom enchanting the diary for Jackson's mother to help her and she gave it to Jackson to protect him but it is part of Exer's magic he inherited from his mother. I partially hope I am right but I also want to be surprised with the true reveal. Saturdays are something to look forward to again and I can't wait each week for the next episode. Fanart will drawn. I want to draw Dexer again. 😉

[alyjojo]

Family Ties 🥊 - April 2025 - Taurus

Overall Energy: 2 Wands

Mother: Justice, 5 Swords rev & Death rev

Heavy fixed energy with family made me chuckle, especially Mom. She could be a hard head or as hardheaded as you, which is funny, because this is showing her as “always right,” even though that may chap your hide 🤭

Both that she thinks she’s always right and she IS always right - because she’s your mom and sees things you don’t or something. You could be going through a breakup or dating woes, there is a particular person you’ve been seeing where she’s right about this, and you’re probably wrong. Like she pointed out this person and you immediately rejected it, but even Spirit is like ahem…listen to your mother. Hahaha. She knows what she knows, and it’s coming from a place of love. This shows that mending an argument is the right thing, set your stubbornness to the side, she loves you. If she’s willing to do it then you should too, you’re both like two hard heads battling it out over…everything? She could be a Libra, or she’s the more peaceful of the two of you, more diplomatic and willing to work things out - whereas you’re Taurus and will die on this hill. This apparently isn’t a hill worth dying over so calm down maybe and be nice ❤️

You’re being asked to meditate and get into your feelings when it comes to Mom, sort some things out in yourself and you’ll see whatever is going on here isn’t as bad as you make it out to be or something like that, you just don’t want to be wrong. Or she doesn’t, could be switched. Kind gestures go a long way, and hard head will meet hard head, give what you want to receive, that kind of thing. You’re a lot like her? In some way or another.

Father: 6 Wands rev & 5 Pentacles rev

Dad has a mixed vibe. Maybe he’s not the best parent or he’s not around much, but he doesn’t mean to be that way. He may be really young or immature in some way, but his intentions are in the right place. He may have also faced a major financial setback he’s busy handling and because of this, he’s not really available for you and whatever is going on with you *right now* but this will change. Maybe. Maybe he’s just more focused on work than family.

He’s around for the good times, he’s a lot of fun and probably funny, he likes to enjoy the time he spends with you. Is he the type to be the shoulder to cry on…probably not, he’d just try to make you laugh, but sometimes that works. If he’s even around, for some he may not be. He could do something fun as a job, I’m seeing extreme sports for someone, or he likes to ride motorcycles and goes away on long journeys with “his boys,” that kind of thing. Does he mean to not be present - yes and no. He’s definitely into living his life while also supporting yours as best as he can in his own mind.

He is heavily focused on paying off debts he may have, and achieving something, to the point of - this is his entire life. Does he love you, yes, he could be a fire 🔥 sign and he comes first, his life is his own to live…and he also has kids. That’s his whole vibe. Is he a stay at home Dad, absolutely not, he could be a bit wild or come off as childish; but really he’s genuine and doesn’t seem to even bother with things he doesn’t intend to follow through on, even if stuff comes up. It’s like “stuff came up” and get over it, it wasn’t because he didn’t buy the gift or make the date, he genuinely couldn’t get the car to start or work called him in, something like that. The vibe is flighty but he’s genuine. He also genuinely forgets things 😆 but it’s not meant to hurt or annoy you. Right now, he’s facing some kind of financial setback that he’s taking action on and that’s his goal - that may or may not include you idk, in his mind he’s doing his best and he’s a very active & enthusiastic kind of person, he won’t let life get him down for long 🎉

Siblings: The Star rev & The Magician

You could avoid this person like the plague, they could have Aquarius or Virgo placements. They’re someone shifty in your opinion, you don’t trust them or anything they say, the whole vibe is “full of shit.” Like they have an excuse for everything, or everything they try to do is some kind of scheme - like they’re smarter than the rest of the world and will shirk “the system” by getting away with literally anything, or lying. Could be a liar.

The Magician is upright, if it wasn’t it would be much worse with 7 Swords here too. Maybe the perception isn’t always the reality, but they’ve done something before to make you think that and now you just avoid. They’re a smooth talker, like cream cheese on your bagel, they could sell ice in Alaska, they probably talk themselves into and out of all sorts of things - but a Taurus? Miss you with it, you feel like you see right though their bs, even if they *are* genuine, it’s like once a liar always a liar as far as you’re concerned. You hate the way they operate. There could be a particular issue that hasn’t healed between you & that’s why you judge them in this way, and they probably avoid all accountability and just try to smooth talk their bs on you the next time, like it didn’t happen. They’re not your type of friend, sibling or not.

I’m also seeing something with Health, they could be the type to always be complaining about something. Their head, their stomach, their eyeballs idk, there’s always some excuse or reason they can’t do something and it irritates the piss out of you. They avoid taking control of their life and are always acting “like a manipulative baby” is what I heard 😆 I’m not sure if they realize they act like that, it could be something that’s always worked for them, or they do genuinely have these ailments…you two are very different people. You just feel like you’re right and they’re not. This could also be a person with a mental health issue that’s not been diagnosed yet and a lot of their behavior could be due to that; The Star rev can show mental health and with the Health card here with The Moon - a lot of this is unknown to them, maybe keep that in mind when you’re dealing with them. In some ways, yes it is their fault but also, not entirely. You could help encourage them to seek some kind of assistance with that, maybe even going yourself like “I don’t want to do it alone,” you could have to trick them with this energy, but it’s for their highest good. That’s for someone.

Grandparents: The Wheel of Fortune & Queen of Cups rev

Interesting. Grandma is extremely codependent, old-fashioned feminine energy, to the point she acts helpless to do things. The Star rev shows up again at the bottom of her row, and for mental health, whatever sibling has she has too - this somehow came from her. I’m also seeing this as a soul tie between the two of them, it’s just playing out in this way. Behaviorally, mental health related, traits handed from one to the next, etc. It’s karmic. Something about Grandma’s story needs to be seen in another light with regards to sibling’s reality or something like that.

Grandma is extremely codependent and kinda helpless, very emotional and almost destructive with her emotions which can be like a hurricane 🌀 depending on the circumstances. People enable her and she enables others as well. She wants to be needed and can be extremely clingy or whiny, she makes others feel responsible for her as a way of life. Spirit is saying she could do it all on her own and this is a behavioral thing, she’s not helpless she just acts it. Again - it’s mental. Sibling is the same. Wowza, I don’t normally get this type of a reading, but we’ve all known people like this, and we love them too especially when it’s family. This one is rough. You’re the one connecting dots between grandparent and sibling, you’re the one with an objective perspective; Wheel of Fortune shows you’re the one that’s going to bring change to this in whatever way you see fit. Exposing it? Figuring it out? That’s what it feels like, you’re the “karma” to this karmic situation or this is somehow karma for you, could even be past life related. This goes deep 💯

Spiritual Ancestors/Guides: Knight of Cups & King of Cups

This feels like a message about a lover, could be a Scorpio. If that’s the case, Mom was right about them and Dad thinks they’re an fboy that’s not worth your time, listen to Mom. Whatever they’ve done to hurt you, they intend to fix and you’re being told to not be stubborn and resistant to their attempts at doing so.

Knight of Cups with the King shows a lot of growth and maturity, maybe you’ve known/been with this person a long time, there’s genuine love here and whatever they do is out of love. They intend to be romantic and you’re supposed to appreciate it, don’t look at them skeptically and run the other way 😆 If you’ve been hurt by some other person, this person is going to fix that, this is your actual person 💯 There’s a promise that has been broken, by them or someone else, that they’re mending somehow - could be a financial loss. This could be your father, for someone. You’re currently at 2 Wands, planning to move forward, and Spirit is showing you some other person that’s joining you on this path or doing something to help you, even if you don’t see it (and probably will feel skeptical about - don’t.) This is a good thing and you should show your love and appreciation with whatever it is, because that’s the energy they’re coming in with. Someone has grown a lot 🙏

Signs I’m seeing the most:

Scorpio, Aquarius, Leo, Taurus, Pisces & Libra

[epitomees]

"Dr. Maruki? Or uhm... Maruki-san, I guess I should say," it was different, sitting in a taxi as compared to his small but neat office, however still as homey. "Wow. I... didn't expect to actually get the cab I intended."

There was no ill, never was. Mis-intentioned gestures maybe, ignorance born out of consideration. Makoto hadn't thrown out grace in its entirety, but one might think so, the way she - without preamble - leant forward, holding a bag tied tight with a gold-tinted bow.

"It's snacks. The kind that you ate, not the kind that you always bought for us," granted, he never seemed to turn down a treat. "I... hope you know that, despite all of this... you helped us. A lot of us. Even if I disagree with your initial methods, I've applied a lot of your words to my day-to-day life. I hope you know that none of us... hold anything against you."

Placing the bag down, Makoto folded her hands in her lap.

"Thank you, Maruki-san."

The joys of ferrying strangers across town always managed to outweigh the negatives that came with the job. He could easily complain about stingy passengers never adding gratuity, loud or obnoxious individuals taking advantage of the service and his own kindness, and of course, the bi-weekly paychecks mailed to his apartment. It wasn't some grandiose amount, but enough to put aside for the necessities and a little to spare for a small treat. Maruki enjoyed the more simple life now that he had the chance of starting over.

'Every got a second chance?' It's not a saying he took to heart for the majority of his life. However, that was before the doors of Shujin Academy welcomed his previous amenities, and before he met the individuals whom instilled that mindset into his personal morality.

"Nijima-san! I didn't expect it'd be you either." It's a pleasant surprise, nonetheless, and welcoming. Maruki never thought any of the thieves would accept his company once the true reality was restored. He distanced himself from those victims, minded his own business and figure out how to pick up where he was left off. A fresh start changed the perspective of life for many people. It included himself, albeit at a snail's pace. "Regardless, it's good to see you're doing so well. You must be enjoying your time in college."

Pleasantries lasted very briefly as Maruki retained his focus in front of him. He had a job to do, whether or not he was on friendly terms with his passenger. But as a red light halted his progress, brown eyes casted a brief glance seeing a golden tint flash in his peripherals. A large, well-preserved food bag prepared and neatly sealed shut with a matching bow. Was this why Nijima had hoped to reserve his car? Why gift him something so thoughtful, at that? A signature treat paired with an equally sweet, considerate amount of gratitude. He paused, unable to say something since traffic resumed forward. First driving safety and passenger protection, then as the lane appeared clear he offered his own appreciations.

"...it would be alright if you still did, seeing as I was a hypocrite to my own words. I never held it against you or any of the others for being disappointed in me." He knew his regrets, his faults and his own failures in taking such remedial actions. Instant erasure of a person's individuality, their mistakes and their trauma meant removing the fundamentalisms of humanity. True happiness could never exist when someone didn't put in their own effort to earn it. "I've been taking my time to find out what I should do next."

He paused, gripping the steering wheel rather tightly.

"...but, it's good to know there were some things I did right during my time at Shujin." Failures brought about success if developed and nurtured properly. Maruki never attained his goals before, superficial as they sounded, but perhaps it wasn't his true objective.

His life's purpose. That, he still searched for...

"Thank you, though, for the snacks! I'm glad you were able to find my cab then, if these were intended for me." Maruki never told any of them about his birthday, and yet...there in the seat next to him sat his first birthday present of the day.

He wouldn't tell her. This surprise gift was more than enough.

[iinitialfern]

The Bookworm and The Biker

12.1: Co-Dependence

“Okay, everyone. To wrap up Unit One, we’re going to talk about healthy relationship dynamics: independence versus co-dependence.”

Zeke frowned. The universe was fucking with him, right? Wasn’t it a little coincidental that they’d happen to start talking about this now? It was going to be annoying, that’s for sure, but maybe they’d talk about something he could use in his English paper. He ripped out a loose-leaf sheet from his worn binder and started spinning his pencil in his fingers. Virgil jabbed him with his elbow and glanced at his hand, clearly surprised Zeke could do the trick. He shrugged his reply.

It’s whatever.

“To start off, can anyone tell me what it means to be independent?” Fulmer asked. The answers by the class were generic, but the only one his brain insisted on sticking to was Lexi’s.

When you can’t rely on anyone.

Fulmer moved on. “So what do we think co-dependency is?”

The opposite — depending on someone, Zeke thought. Again, others shouted their answers until Fulmer graced them with the intended definition.

“Emotional or psychological dependence on your significant other, often to an excessive degree. Here’s where it gets tricky, though: co-dependence isn’t always a bad thing.”

Zeke’s eyebrows knit together again. That sure as hell didn’t sound right, even Lexi wouldn’t agree with that. She made that clear when she talked about the main guy of the book, Equality — a name Zeke knew included numbers, but ones he couldn’t recall even if his life depended on it — and listed all the instances Equality made the choice to gain independence.

Yeah, she definitely wouldn’t agree with ‘healthy co-dependency’ or whatever the fuck. Her favorite book was basically a PSA for why it couldn’t work — the human spirit was programmed to be selfish above everything else.

Oh, that could work. Talking about this in the paper would fit the theme, wouldn’t it? As Fulmer continued the lecture — something about attachment styles? — Zeke wrote out his thoughts on the sheet of paper. His ears perked up.

“So, here’s today’s challenge: how do you maintain independence while fostering deep connections? I know to some, that sounds contradictory, but I assure you it’s not. Humans are social creatures; we need each other like every other species in the animal kingdom.”

Zeke mentally snorted, but from what he could remember in the book, their society was tied at the hip to each other. Equality escaped and learned about the ‘I’ of it all and everything, but his lady friend went with him too. She didn’t even get to pick her new name, though.

Huh. Zeke tapped his pencil against his desk. How could a writer who’s championing independence not have one of the ex-unified citizens pick their own name? In the grand scheme of things, it wasn’t a huge deal, but the more he thought about it, the more it sat wrong. Surely, Lexi would’ve liked to pick her own name if she had the choice. He made a mental note to ask her about it during lunch today, curious to find out what she’d say. Equality’s relationships with Liberty and the others in his group — it could end up being a good point in his paper.

Things at the table were going about as well as usual. Chester had decided not to sit with them, having gone longer periods of time in between catching up with them at the cafeteria.

“Mm, Zeke!” Charlie pointed his plastic spoon at him. “I ran the numbers last night and I’m fairly confident we’ll be able to finish the generator by the end of this week!”

Zeke let out a relieved sigh, the weight on his shoulders noticeably lighter. “Great.”

“By Friday, you think?” Virgil’s eyes lit up.

“We’re not going to the pep rally, Virg,” Zeke said flatly.

“Come on! You know it’ll be prime time for something to happen.” Virgil glanced at Eugene. “By something I mean an Incident 2.0.”

Eugene acknowledged Virgil with an awkward nod, but as usual remained quiet. To this day, he didn’t like contributing to the conversation and everyone had stopped trying to draw him out of his shell. All their conversations happened around him — apart from the random, no-pressure comments from Virgil. If it weren’t for those, Zeke would forget Eugene was even there.

“It’s a good thing you’ll be there,” Zeke said with an overly-sweet smile. “Besides, if we finish the generator on Friday, we’ll be busy taking the damn thing to my place and hooking it up.”

Charlie nodded. “Indeed. And once that’s done, our agreement will have reached its conclusion.”

Zeke paused for a beat, remembering how all this started. “. . . Right.”

That was the whole deal, after all. After the generator was finished, technically he didn’t need to stay with Virgil and Charlie anymore. He could just go on his way . . . like he always planned. A pit was beginning to form — not enough to name, but enough to notice — and he didn’t want to think about it. He gripped his lunch tray, sliding his chair back.

“Library again?” Virgil smirked playfully.

“Yeah,” Zeke said, a flicker of irritation overtaking the pit. “My paper is due on Friday.”

“Four days in a row? You’re practically a regular at this point.”

“I hate writing papers. Lexi’s helping me out.”

Virgil raised his hands in mock surrender. “Hey, I’m not judging. We worked on a project together for World Civ, I know she’s a gold mine for ideas.”

Zeke frowned. He hadn’t known that and learning it fed into that earlier sense of irritation. “You did?”

Virgil nodded. “Oh, yeah. It’s how we became friends. Except, you know, we were partners. At this point, it sounds like she should start charging you office hours, dude.”

Zeke didn’t want to dignify that with a response so he stood up, taking his tray with him. “I’m leaving.”

“Tell our study buddy I said hi!”

“Tell her yourself.” Zeke flipped him off over his shoulder without waiting for a response.

Virgil just laughed.

Back to Masterlist

Next part . . .

[braveburned]

When they last saw each other, Cassie had pressed a gift bag into Gregory's hands, with a little note that said 'DON'T OPEN UNTIL CHRISTMAS — I'LL KNOW.' and a look that said just about the same thing, maybe a slight bit less threateningly. Okay, she knew the threat really wasn't necessary, but she also knew that Gregory was a shit and she wouldn't be there to keep his grubby little hands out of the gift in person for the next couple days. She didn't say anything about the gift for the rest of the time she was there, but she did give him a small smile and a, "I mean it. Christmas," alongside her goodbye wave.

When the bag was eventually opened, be it on Christmas or immediately after Cassie was out of sight, a few items could be found inside.

First, a piece of paper, carefully slid in between the side of the bag and the first fold towards the middle to (hopefully) keep it from getting all bent. Its blank side was visible, facing the inside of the bag, covered in stains from marker ink bleeding through. The other side, which the ink happened to be from, was a little drawing, clearly from Cassie – she was never as passionate about art as Gregory, but she tried this time. Thought he would appreciate it, maybe.

Two figures that hopefully resembled the two of them well enough stood in a field of grass – typical child drawings, you know, yellow sun in the corner, little flowers, a couple clouds – and next to each of them, there were, well ... Colored blobs was the best way to put it, probably. Near the Cassie stick figure was a gray blob with pointy ears and a green streak in front of its face, and near the Gregory figure was an orange – brown – orange? (she couldn't choose which marker to use, it's both) blob with round ears, a little top-hat, and a blue squiggle on its chest. Roxy and Freddy. Maybe.

She tried, okay? It's not her fault she was always more interested in the 'crafts' side of 'arts and crafts.' She did her best, and it shows.

Next, beside the drawing, is a teddy bear. Just a plain, old teddy bear. Not one of the expensive Freddy ones from the Pizzaplex, unfortunately, (though, rest assured, Cassie tried her hardest to get one, even asking her father if he could bring one home from work, by any means necessary) but, on further inspection, Cassie does seem to have made some... Modifications. To make the gift a little more personal. A little felt top-hat rests on its head, complete with a teal ribbon wrapped around the bottom of it. Similar black ribbon is tied in a bow around the bear's neck, and wrapped around its wrists to imitate Freddy's bracelets. It even has the lightning bolt — sure, it's just a piece of teal construction paper taped to its chest, but the attention to detail shows the time and effort put into the gift. She couldn't afford the official thing, so... She tried to give Gregory the next best.

Under the bear, at the bottom of the bag – quite easily missed, be careful! – is a handmade, braided friendship bracelet. It has quite a few colors, including Freddy's teal, red, and orange, and some of Gregory's more typical blues and browns so it matches the clothes he prefers to wear. It's not tied, of course — Gregory might have to ask someone for help, or Cassie can help him with it next time they see each other. Either way, she hopes he likes it, same as she hopes he likes everything else. And she can't wait to show him her matching one.

★ — Gregory had tried to heed her warning about waiting until Christmas ; he really had, had hurried home with the gift bag home like it was something precious and excitedly showed Michael before placing it in the corner of his room. And when their crummy little tree had gone up in a corner of the living room, the present had moved next to it ( well, half - heartedly shoved up under the branches but ultimately sticking out a little bit funny ) where it had been intended to wait until the day. But it was basically taunting him.

So he'd almost made it. Really, almost. The day before Christmas Eve — Christmas Eve Eve, practically the holiday anyways, and besides, would Cassie really know? So he pulls it into his room that night while Michael is too busy watching some dumb movie to notice. Closes the door just to make sure he won't get caught. Looks guiltily around the room ( not feeling guilty enough to override his curiosity ), before pulling out the tissue paper.

The carefully placed piece of paper is, of course, the first thing Gregory takes notice of. He pulls it out with gentle consideration, first noticing the smudged ink staining ( and immediately wondering what she could've drawn for him, the beginning of a grin tugging at the corner of his lips despite the way he tries to bite it down with teeth on his lower lip, even with no one around to see him ) before flipping it over. Head tilts, and ... well, he sees what she was going for, and the sight of it makes his chest feel warm.

It will find a home, taped to the wall above his nightstand before the night is over.

Next to notice is the bear, which he tugs out with a bit less care than the drawing. He's running a thumb along the leg with a small smile, taking note of how soft it is ( and already planning to tuck it among his pillows, where a few other stuffed animals have settled ) when he notices the additions Cassie made — and he can't help the giggle that escapes. It's unbelievably thoughtful ( and gregory is already thinking about what he could possible get cassie by the time they return to school ; sure, it'll be passed the holiday by then, but it's the thought that counts, right? ), and Gregory can't wait to show it to Freddy himself. He's sure the animatronic will love it, too.

He does almost miss the final item, tucked at the bottom of the bag — only noticing the flash of color when he goes to tuck the tissue paper back in the bag and dispose of his evidence. A quick blink, and he pulls the band out to inspect a bit more closely. Impulse wants him to run out into the living room and ask Michael to tie it on his wrist that second, but then he'd have to admit to sneaking the present into his room early .... so after a moment of consideration he pulls the Freddy plush closer, looping the bracelet around the bear's neck and loosely tying it ; safe keeping, in the meantime, to ensure he doesn't accidentally lose it.

He'll take a picture, later, to send to Cassie on Christmas day and tell her thank you. And he'll get her to tie the bracelet for him when he sees her again.

[azuisreading]

Pine for You by J.M. Leigh & Alexis Layne

Rosie Atwood is overwhelmed. Christmas used to be her favorite time of year, but everything changed five years ago when her best friend ghosted her right before she could tell him how she really felt. And it’s all gone downhill since. When her sister dies, and Rosie’s left in charge of her young nephew, she’s willing to do whatever she needs to protect him from the Atwood curse. Including becoming a surrogate for her oldest sister in exchange for meals and a place to live. Her last dream is to turn things around for Waldvogel Farms. Holden’s grandparents are the best family she ever had, and she refuses to let them down. But being pregnant and thrust into the role of parent doesn’t make it easy. Then Holden Moore shows back up, ready to reclaim his spot in her life like nothing changed. Rosie thinks things can’t get any worse. Until someone starts sabotaging all the work she’d done to save the Farm. Is Holden behind the damage? Using it as an excuse to get close to her? Or is there something more sinister at play? Holden Moore never intended to leave Pinesbury behind. He just wanted to be a soldier. And he wanted to be the kind of man his best friend could love. But a close call on his first deployment made Holden reevaluate everything he’d ever known. Afraid he wouldn’t be there for Rosie or his family back home, Holden cut ties. Now he’s back in town, five years later, and ready to leave combat behind and right his wrongs. It’s just too bad Rosie isn’t ready to welcome him back into her life. But Holden is determined to change her mind. When things start going wrong at Waldvogel Farms, Holden finds himself blamed by the town that helped raise him. Juggling the hunt for the mysterious saboteur, rebuilding his relationship with Rosie, and fighting his status as Pinesbury’s Fallen Golden Boy wasn’t how he planned to spend his first Christmas back, but when an innocent gets caught in the middle, Holden has no choice but to tap into his old training or risk losing everything. With Happily Ever After on the line, will Rosie and Holden be able to heal old wounds and save Waldvogel Farms in time for Christmas? Or will it all go down in flames?

Review

Even though I’m not a fan of Christmas or Hallmark movies, I’m so glad to be able to read this Christmas-y breeze from J.M. Leigh, paired with Alexis Layne, on this story more than ready for the holidays and good enough to pair up with a great cup of hot chocolate. Being part of an ARC team has its perks, eh?

It was new to read J.M. Leigh in something different than her Anderson Security series, not at all surprising because there was also romance, and it was a nice gift to see that the security company wasn’t that far away. I obsessed over this point, hahah

(Best) friends to lovers will always be a huge trope for me (and one I would never live myself), executed with perfection in these pages. There was nothing to say (in reality, there was a lot, I don’t forget myself that I’m incessantly vouching for communication over all things), and it definitely could have been better the other way (by talking, of course), but there were some heavy and valid reasons and what matter most is that everything ended well. They both knew each other and understood why they did what they did, so there was nothing to hold against themselves. In fact, if they dared to hold something against the other, they would have been stopping the perfect future they never thought (or maybe they did?) they would have against themselves! And I’m definitely not into that kind of trope.

It wasn’t easy, and it could have been worse, but the thread connecting them was more than enough to help them overcome the situations surrounding their separation.

There’s nothing better (as bad as it can be) than a crisis to lead people to where they should be.

I personally hope that sentence doesn’t come back to bite me on my behind…

If there’s something that drove me mad while reading was the purposely evident (or at least to me) evil of the story. It was right there before my eyes and there was nothing I could do to help them! It would have been so easy to spot in advance if things weren’t as they were, and I’m going to believe that that was the trick. Overwhelmingly glad of the outcome, though, really hoping for our Anderson Security girl to get the opportunity she wants. Both of them, heheh

This story was a delight and it surprised me how little annoyed I felt about Christmas here. Everyone likes a little miracle, right? Why not take this one and spend a cozy holidays?

[valyrianvibranium]

AEMOND TARGARYEN.

Mini-Series.

Love Me Tomorrow (aka Stay) and Love Me Now (aka Mine) -> completed (Modern AU)

"You always thought the benefits part of being friends with benefits only included sex, but with Aemond it also seemed to include cuddling and life advice. "

The Devil You Know -> hiatus (Modern AU)

"King's Landing is haunted by an ongoing feud between two rivaling biker groups, and somehow you get stuck right in the middle of it — if it wasn't for a certain blonde, who everyone warns you to stay away from. Of course, he's part of Dracarys, the rivaling biker gang, and staying away from him is a lot harder than it seems."

Object of Desire -> complete

"A raven from King‘s Landing has reached Runestone two moons ago, bidding for you to come to the capital though no distinct reason has been stated. The signature of your father below didn‘t give Ser Gerold any other choice than to get you ready and send you off, knowing he could not deny Daemon Targaryen. You quickly learn that the time has come for you to find a husband, however, the true object of your desire isn‘t the one your father has intended for you."

One Shots.

Depravities

"When your husband feels overwhelmed reining in the stead of the severely wounded King, it is your duty as his wife to comfort him."

Sinful Revenge (x Aegon)

"After catching Aegon with a servant girl between his legs, you found a way to put him back in his place."

A Caution for Young Girls

"Can we just ride Aemond by the hearth? Tis all. He can brat tame us, be mean, be nice..whatever honestly." Yeah, we definitely can! This is the first time you’re riding your Dragon.

In The Space Between (Modern AU) -> drabble

"You we’re happy your friend Floris got to marry her longtime boyfriend Aegon… if it wasn't for the sake of you being the plus one of her groom’s brother and also your ex boyfriend, Aemond."

Lechery

"Based on the request: "Can you write a jealosy Dom Aemond when his wife his dance and have fun with Jace at the dinner. So he put her on his knees and punish her, after that he fuck and give orgasms to show at who she belongs.""

Longing (Modern AU)

"Based on the request: "Can I please request modern Aemond x best friend reader smut? They are watching some movie or TV series together and suddenly some steamy scene happens on the screen and he notices that she is turned on by that? And he is like "if you want to experience it I can help you with it?""

And Now I See Daylight

"The pace was slow, just like it had been throughout the whole night, and despite it being unsaid, you both knew that was not what this night was about. It was about your unity, making peace with your past and embracing your future together."

Rewrite The Stars

“Aemond arrives at your betrothed‘s funeral. And after being denied your hand in marriage once, he does not come to leave without you.“

Serenity

“With Aemond’s arm around you, and his lips pressing against your temple, the fatigue you were feeling could wait for a little while, if it meant you got to indulge in those rare moments of serenity for just a little bit longer.“

Can You Stay Up All Night?

"Even after the babe had settled, you didn’t find any sleep. And while your breasts hadn’t felt too uncomfortable back then, they did now. They were heavy, hard to the touch and full of milk, desiring relief from their overstuffed state."

Pray For Me

“Trying to persuade you to declare yourself for their side in the war of succession, Aemond relies on different methods to make your façade crumble.“

Mine And Mine Only

“Aemond has gotten you pregnant six months ago, and seeing him with his infant niece during dinner with his family sparks something inside of you only he can satisfy.“

The Devil's Advocate

“Will the tormenting craving of your body for physical touch finally be stilled by the hands of none other than the man who‘s responsible for whether you‘ll live or die?“

Rumble and Sway

"After the set of your favorite punk rock band ended, you haven’t expected to bump shoulders with none other than their bassist, Aemond Targaryen. And you least expected him to usher you into a private booth after what felt like your twentieth shot of vodka."

What the Heart Desires

"Both of Helaena’s brothers have always been forbidden territory for you, the rule established by your best friend at the very beginning, and you’ve never really regarded any of them – until you’ve been all but coaxed to team up with Aemond for a round of beer pong. "

To Stoke a Flame

"There’s a moment of silence between you, and your hands clutch the handle of the pail tight enough for your knuckles to blanch from the force. It’s unnerving, and you’re torn between wanting to stay and wanting to leave. You’re afraid he’s not the man you’ve made up in your mind, that there’s just a hint of truth in the rumors that make their way around staff and court."

A Dragon to Share

"For a fortnight, you’ve been spending your nights with Aemond and Aegon. But what happens, if there’s yet another uncalled visitor joining you? Improper revelations lead to the fulfilling of a long-buried desire of yours."

Evening Delights

"Based on the prompt: “So… Do you actually like me—” “We have been together for seven years. We’re getting married next year. What the hell do you think?”"

Shadows Play on Idle Hands

"Sharing a cabin with your ex-husband as you supervise your daughter's summer camp, you didn't think that remembering the good old times would bring you closer again."

The Curse of Curiosity

"While your brother searches the library of the Dragonkeeper Elder for something new to read, you come in contact with some unlabeled fluid. You both learn that it's something meant to aid in the breeding of dragons, however, it also has a unique effect on humans. But lucky for you, your twin is there to help you through the ordeal."

Dragon Dreams

“Monthly nightmares have already plagued you way before your wedding, even though your grandfather has always addressed them as dragon dreams rather than nightmares. But you and your husband both know you’re not gifted with such abilities.“

Forbidden Temptation

"Two moons after the birth of your precious son, your moonblood has returned as severe as never before. And being the ever caring and loving husband, Aemond takes it upon himself to help you ease the pain."

Steam That Lingers

"Your mind has been a mess for the past moon's turn, and you have the man you’ve entrusted with all your secrets for all of your life to thank for that. And the last thing you expect when you walk into your bathing chambers late at night is said man sitting in the bathtub, awaiting your return. Will you give in or will your temper get the worst of you?"

The Greatest Temptation

"Keeping your boyfriend waiting for too long is always a dangerous game, and when he finally has enough, he deems it most fitting to give your audience a real show."

A Little Predicament (x Aegon II Targaryen)

"While you share little sympathy with any of the people present, you know you can’t get any closer to learning about your heritage than you are right now. Aegon and Aemond are served to you on a silver platter, and if there is one thing your grandmother has taught you, it’s that there certainly is one way to charm yourself into a man’s heart to get what you desire."

Violent Delights

MASTERLIST NAVIGATION.

[littleoanh]

Helloo! I just wanna say that your blog is super pretty. I don't have a request, but if you don't mind can you please give me your thoughts on this brainrot with fem!Bonten Executive!reader?

Bonten hearing the news from their supposedly allied gang that the reader's dead due to poisoning and she's killed by someone from their gang. The gang intended to fight Bonten in the first place and they're just playing nice before revealing their true colors after having you killed. However, right after the messenger said that while laughing at Bonten, Sanzu received a call from your number. He immediately answered it and he's greeted by your voice.

"Hey Sanzu! I caught the leader of (gang's name) and he's all tied up! Do you want me to do anything?"

In reality, you already find the other gang sus and you decided to fake your death so that the gang will show their true colors in front of Bonten, and you also did that so that you can infiltrate the gang to find out their intentions and get their leader. Even better that you suddenly hang up and Bonten heard a knock on the door before it opened, revealing you and one of the lower ranking Bonten members carrying the unconscious body of the other gang leader.

A/N: Hello darling! Aww, you are too sweet (∩´͈ ᵕ `͈∩). Thank you so much! And of course I don’t mind giving my thoughts (ᗒᗜᗕ).

Man oh man, you best believe the other Bonten Executives are beyond help when they received the phone call of the tragic news. Being in Bonten, there will always be a risk of death, especially being an executive. But it never crossed their minds that you would be the first to be taken out. If Mikey is Bonten’s King, then you are Bonten’s Queen. Deadly and Fierce. The supposed allied gang (A/N: I am bad at coming up with names so no name gang for them lol) are in deep shit and this will end in a bloodbath. No mercy and no survivors.

Mikey 

He will handle the gang leader himself. Normally his executives are the ones who dirty their hands but this is personal. If wiping out the gang isn’t enough, he will order to go after their families too. 

Sanzu 

Serious Sanzu = they’re fucked, so they better leave the country and change their appearance and identity. Leave no traces behind because HE WILL find them. He’s not called the Mad Dog for no reason.

Kakucho

 Emotionless and empty, he is completely numb. He is always the rational one between Sanzu and him. He will blindly follow his murderous instincts and there’s nothing they can do to stop him.

Takeomi 

He won’t show it on his face but he is broken by this news. Though he doesn’t get his hands dirty anymore, he will be working behind the scenes. If he catches them getting away, he will bring them back to their executioner (*cough* Sanzu *cough*).

Ran 

Normally he takes care of business quickly, no need to drag things out. However, he wants them to toy with them and make them suffer. He wants them to feel the pain they have inflicted upon him.

Rindou 

In complete denial at first, Ran had to be the one to snap him out of it. Then it turns into rage, how dare they take you away from him? Just like Ran, he will make them suffer by crippling them before ending them in a gruesome way.

Kokonoi 

The only one who shows emotion on his face. He already lost Akane, now he has to lose you too? Like Takeomi, he will be working behind the scenes and will financially ruin all of them and including their families. 

Mochi 

They woke the beast. If they thought Kakucho’s brute strength was terrifying … they never saw Mochi’s true strength. His fists are scarier than guns and it’s strong enough to take them out.  

The one thing they all have in common is deep down, they are grieving and remorseful for not having your back. They should’ve known there was something suspicious about that gang. Blinded by rage as the messenger laughed at their pride and hung up. Sanzu receives a phone call, his eyes widened and immediately answers. It’s your phone number. The moment he hears your voice, his breath is taken away. Is this truly you talking or is someone impersonating you? 

They are dumbfounded when they find you coming into Bonten with your lower subordinates carrying the unconscious body of the gang leader. With a confident and bright smile on your face, the room no longer felt dark and empty. Kakucho orders your subordinates to take the leader to the torture room. You best believe they all run towards you and hug the hell out of you. Their Bonten’s Queen is home, safe and sound. 

Albie ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

[screamingaboutaceattorney]

which culprits were executed?

disclaimer i know nothing about actual law and did no research for this post which i feel fits the spirit of the franchise so i will not apologize for it. also i did not include perjury charges because no one has ever been charged for that in these fucking games

ideas under the cut because spoilers or whatever and also there's so many of these bitches oh my fucking god

frank sahwit: no, i don't think so. he killed one person in a panic, and aside from that he was just a petty burglar. probably a decade or two in jail, but he's getting out eventually (plus, we did see him in the imprisoned turnabout, and he seemed to be doing just fine)

redd white: unfortunately, no. blackmailing most of la and killing mia is probably not an executionable offense :( i'd imagine life in prison, if not 50 years or so. depends on his lawyer, honestly

dee vasquez: i'd say no. yes, she blackmailed people and had mafia connections, but she killed hammer in self defense. a good few decades behind bars, and then she'll be back to producing movies with the same dramatics as always (someone is probably going to keep a closer eye on that, though)

yanni yogi: prooooobably not? he killed hammond, yeah, but was at least slightly coerced into it, and based on his confession in turnabout goodbyes, probably plead guilty this time! fairly certain he'll just get a life sentence

manfred von karma: hell yes. he killed a man in cold blood over what most people would consider an inconvenience, covered it up for fifteen years, assaulted maya and phoenix (which they probably pressed charges for), and probably forged evidence (he definitely got jeff master's confession under duress, at least, even if it was orchestrated by blaise). even beyond all that, though, we know he's dead by bridge to the turnabout (maybe earlier, i don't remember off the top of my head)

damon gant: yuuuup. he killed two people, forged loooooots of evidence, blackmailed the chief prosecutor, and did so all as the chief of police (except the first murder, i guess). he's gonna hang for that

richard wellington: nah. similar to sahwit, he was a petty criminal who killed someone in a panic to keep his other crimes a secret. he'll be out of prison in like 25 years

mimi miney: this one's tough, but i think no. did she kill thirteen people? yes, she did. however, the first twelve were because she was overworked and exhausted and made a mistake, while the last one was something she did out of desperation to keep her secret from getting out. she's probably got a good 20-30 years behind bars, but she'll get out eventually

acro: nope, nope, no way is he being executed. he intended to kill regina, sure, but definitely not russell. i'd imagine the rest of the circus vouched for him at his trial, too. on top of that, he's already disabled. probably got a solid 20 or so years in prison, but that's it

matt engarde: shockingly (maybe), no! he's an all-around godawful person, but kidnapping a girl and hiring an assassin (and then blackmailing said assassin) probably doesn't warrant the death penalty. i imagine he would've asked for life in prison, too, given the... situation he was in regarding de killer

dahlia hawthorne: canonically executed, which is a big plot point. don't think i need to elaborate here

luke atmey: no? he killed bullard because he was being blackmailed, blackmailed ron delite because he was being blackmailed, and then was also a phantom thief. don't think he's gonna die for any of that

furio tigre: i'm gonna say no. he killed glen elg, was a loan shark, had ties with the mob, and assaulted phoenix, but i imagine that just got him a hefty prison sentence

godot: absolutely not. he's canonically disabled and only killed misty to protect maya. if anyone's getting out of this with just a fine, it's him

kristoph gavin: empathetically yes. forging evidence, killing two people, attempting to kill a third... he's getting the noose, no questions asked

alita tiala: don't think so. she killed meraktis, but he did try to kill her first. also had ties to the mob, but the kitakis openly hate her now, so i don't think that matters as much. three decades in prison, tops

daryan crescend: HARD maybe. he killed letouse, blackmailed machi, and smuggled the cocoons, but he's also a celebrity and a police officer and was being kinda blackmailed about the cocoons. depends on his lawyer and how hard interpol pushes for his execution. i could see it going either way

ted tonate: no, but he probably is getting a life sentence for killing arme, assaulting apollo, and setting off a bomb in an occupied courtroom while a trial was in session

florent l'belle: i don't think so, no. he can only be charged with killing kyubi since perjury isn't a thing in ace attorney, so he's probably got 50 years to a life sentence, since he did kill the mayor of a village and also caused environmental damage with all the fucking perfume (he did get sued for that one, though).

aristotle means: gonna say no here. just because he accepted bribes and instilled his students with shit values doesn't mean any of that is necessarily a crime (the bribes thing might be but hell if i'm gonna check), so it's really just killing one person that he's being charged with. his sentence might be longer depending on klavier, though, since he was expressly close with constance courte and is well respected in the legal system (as well as an actual fucking celebrity)

the phantom: if simon blackquill was gonna hang for killing metis and stealing a psychological profile while pleading guilty, there's no fucking way this guy's escaping the noose

marlon rimes: canonically, no! that death was a full-on accident, and phoenix argued for him to receive help instead of conviction. he'll be fine

pees'lubn andistan'dhin: given that they were going to execute a nine-year-old for this crime, yeah he's gonna die

roger retinz: don't think so, no. troupe gramarye was fucked up, and he continued the trend, but i don't think he'll die for it. depends on who prosecutes his trial though, since he framed trucy for it and she is the little darling of the legal system (who is not very involved in the legal system)

geiru toneido: probably not. she killed taifu on purpose, sure, but over a misunderstanding. i'd imagine she'll be fine and out of jail in a few decades

paul atishon: god i wish, but no. being a politician an asshole isn't a crime, and i don't think archie buff's death is something he'll get the death penalty for

ga'ran sigatar khura'in: i have NO IDEA if she'll be executed or not. she's responsible for countless deaths (and lots of treason), yes, but she IS still royalty. i'd like to say yes, but that's not something i'm super confident in

pierce nichody: probably not, given that gloomsbury's death was an accident and he didn't succeed with killing ellen. depends on if the sprockets press charges, given that they're pretty rich and influential

jacques portsman: don't think so. i'm fairly certain that faith's murder and his involvement in the smuggling ring don't add up to the death penalty

cammy meele: nahhh. she's involved with the smuggling ring again, but she killed hicks in a panic. she'll probably be fine

lance amano/ernest amano: you have no idea how desperately i wish i could say these fuckers got the noose, but i unfortunately can't. organized crime + a fake kidnapping + involvement in the smuggling ring + a few deaths =/= execution

calisto yew: yeah i'd say so. she killed at least two people, was involved in the smuggling ring, was a member of a vigilante group, and attempted to shoot kay. lang and edgeworth are getting her in the noose if it kills them

quercus alba: yuuup. part of the smuggling ring, killed people, abused his diplomatic immunity, had a cross examination that lasted too long... he's gonna hang for that last offense alone /j

horace knightley: i would not think so, but i could be wrong! i think the biggest thing in regards to his execution would be if "di-jun huang" pushed for it, but roland killed him so it's a moot point anyways

patricia roland: yeah. everyone involved in the ss-5 plot is gonna hang, no questions asked

dane gustavia: i'm going to tentatively say yes? given that he caused the is-7 incident, which led to the dl-6 incident, which led to... many things, plus the fact that he fled the country for a while, he's probably gonna hang for that. could be wrong, though!

blaise debeste: dear god yes. not only did he kill jill crane, he was involved in ss-5, forged a shitload of evidence, has made many people "disappear" (they're probably all dead), and not to mention sebastian :( he's gonna hang and i'm gonna enjoy it

simon keyes: probably not? given that he's only directly responsible for one death and was a victim of circumstances, i imagine he'll get a life sentence, but nothing more