#back again with fixating on a character that deserved better

[manglednatalia]

Not to sound like an ass but, I really don’t like what Blizzard did with Zul. Man had one hell of build up only to get a piss poor “hE GoT CUrsEd By G’hUUn” and die twice like a little bitch. It might sound a little silly, when I realized Yazma was inspired by Yzma, something clicked in my brain. In Kingdom of The Sun (a.k.a Emperor’s New Groove before it was Emperor’s New Groove) Yzma was more menacing. She wanted to cast the eternal night upon the world so she’d stay young and beautiful. That involved alchemy and necromancy. You see where I’m going with this? So, in my humble opinion, Yazma should have a bigger role and with that be the catalyst for Zanchuli betrayal and rising the dead. And what about Zul you ask? He remains as a cryptic chaotic neutral. He knows exactly what will happen, no matter what. He knows Rastakhan will fall and many things will change. Zul watches as the prophecies come true, including new ruler and her loa, Talanji. Zul is always right.

[kckt88]

Kickstart My Heart

Summary:

After his last relationship ended, Aemond decided he was taking a break from women, and it was going well until his sister Helaena introduces him to her new friend.

Warning(s): Language, Angst, Mentions of Past Cheating, Kissing, Smut – Fingering, Oral Sex, Loss of Virginity, P in V, Misunderstandings, Alys.

AEMOND TARGARYEN x Y.N (PAST AEMOND X ALYS)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word Count: 7215

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

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Aemond stood in the dimly lit living room of the apartment he used to share with Alys. The air felt heavy with the weight of their turbulent relationship, a storm that had raged for far too long.

Tonight, however, he was determined to bring an end to it.

Alys sat on the couch, her green eyes fixated on her phone, barely acknowledging his presence. She exuded an air of indifference, as if his existence was merely an inconvenience.

"Alys," Aemond began, his voice steady despite the tumult of emotions swirling within him. "We need to talk."

She glanced up briefly, her expression tinged with annoyance. "Can't it wait? I'm in the middle of something."

Aemond shook his head, his resolve hardening with each passing second. "No, it can't wait. I've had enough."

Alys scoffed, a derisive smile playing on her lips. "What are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," Aemond replied, his tone unwavering. "I can't do this anymore. I can't be with someone who belittles me, who cheats on me, who takes advantage of me."

Alys's facade of indifference crumbled, replaced by a flicker of anger. "You're being ridiculous, Aemond. You can't just throw away what we have because of a few petty disagreements."

"These aren't petty disagreements, Alys," Aemond retorted, his voice rising slightly. "You've made me feel worthless, you've betrayed my trust time and time again, and you've manipulated me into doing things I never wanted to do. I deserve better than this."

Alys opened her mouth to respond, but Aemond held up a hand, silencing her. "I'm done, Alys. I'm leaving."

With that, he turned on his heel and strode towards the door, his heart pounding in his chest. As he stepped out into the cool night air, a sense of liberation washed over him, filling him with a newfound sense of purpose.

He made his way to his sister Helaena's apartment, seeking solace in the familiarity of her presence.

Of course, his sister welcomes him with open arms, saying he could stay as long as he needed to and as Aemond settle in and began to regain some semblance of normalcy he vowed to take a break from relationships and women.

He had been blinded by what he thought was love and lured into a toxic cycle that had left him broken and disillusioned. But now, as he gazed into the depths of his own soul, he knew that he could not afford to make the same mistake again.

"No more," declared Aemond, his voice growing stronger with each repetition. "I will focus on myself, on rebuilding my life and reclaiming my sense of worth. I will not let anyone else dictate my happiness or define my worthiness."

After that things were going great, Aemond regained his focus at work, he began hanging out with his friends again and he even started back at the gym.

His mantra of no women was doing him the world of good until one day Helaena had dragged him to flower shop where she worked and introduced him to her new friend and every single ounce of sanity flew from his head the moment her saw her.

"Aemond, this is Y.N," Helaena said with a warm smile as she gestured towards the stunning woman beside her.

Aemond's gaze swept over Y.N, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. He felt as though the air had been knocked out of his lungs, his heart pounding fiercely in his chest.

Y.N was breathtakingly beautiful, with long auburn hair cascading down her back and piercing blue eyes that seemed to hold the secrets of the universe.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Aemond," Y.N said, her voice soft and melodious, sending shivers down his spine.

Aemond managed to compose himself enough to offer a polite nod in response, though his mind was reeling with a whirlwind of emotions. He couldn't tear his gaze away from Y.N, captivated by her beauty and grace.

As the conversation flowed between the three of them, Aemond found himself drawn to Y.N's every word, hanging on her every syllable as though it were a lifeline. He couldn't deny the magnetic pull he felt towards her, the way she seemed to light up the room with her presence.

As Y.N stood face to face with Aemond, she couldn't help but be struck by his undeniable presence. Tall and lithe, he exuded an air of quiet strength that drew her in like a moth to a flame.

But it was not just his stature that caught her attention.

Her gaze traced the sharp angles of his face, taking in the striking features that seemed to have been carved from marble by the hands of a master sculptor. Despite the scar that bisected the left side of his face and the eyepatch, there was an undeniable beauty in the symmetry of his features.

Y.N found herself captivated by the intensity of his remaining eye, a stormy grey that seemed to hold a world of emotions within its depths. There was a vulnerability there, a glimpse into the soul of a man who had weathered his fair share of storms.

But it was not just Aemond's physical appearance that left Y.N breathless. There was something about the way he carried himself, with a quiet confidence tempered by a hint of sorrow, that spoke to her on a deeper level.

In that moment, as their eyes met and held, Y.N knew that she had stumbled upon someone truly remarkable. And as she found herself drawn into his orbit, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement at the prospect of getting to know him better, of unravelling the mysteries that lay hidden beneath the surface of his stoic facade.

As Y.N stood before Aemond, her eyes cast downward in a gesture of shyness that was unlike anything he had ever encountered before. Unlike the confident and brazen women, he had known in the past, Y.N seemed to radiate a quiet and unassuming charm that drew him in despite himself.

Her timid demeanour stood in stark contrast to the fiery spirit of Floris, the regal confidence of Cerelle or the boldness of Alys. There was a softness to Y.N, a vulnerability that spoke volumes without her having to utter a single word.

Aemond found himself captivated by the way she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, the way her cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink whenever their eyes met. There was a purity to her presence that stirred something within him, something he had long thought lost amidst the chaos of his past relationships.

Helaena couldn't contain her excitement as she extended an invitation to Y.N to join them at her apartment for a casual get-together.

As Y.N agreed to come over, Helaena shot a mischievous glance at her brothers, Aegon and Aemond, who were lounging in the living room.

"You should see the look on Aemond's face," Helaena teased, her eyes dancing with amusement. "I think he's more excited about this than anyone."

Aegon chuckled, casting a knowing glance in Aemond's direction. "I thought you swore off women, little brother. What happened to all that talk about focusing on yourself?"

Aemond felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment, though he couldn't deny the truth in his brother's jest. "I-uh-it's not like that," he stammered, struggling to find the right words to defend himself.

Helaena laughed, coming to her brother's rescue. "Oh, lighten up, Aegon. Can't a man appreciate the company of a charming woman without it being a big deal?"

Aegon raised an eyebrow in mock scepticism, but the corner of his mouth twitched with amusement. "I suppose so."

With a good-natured chuckle, Aemond rolled his eyes, knowing that his siblings meant well. And as he awaited Y.N's arrival with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation, he couldn't help but feel grateful for their unwavering support and teasing banter.

As Y.N arrived at Helaena's apartment, she clutched a box of delicately decorated butterfly fairy cakes that she had baked herself. The nervous flutter in her stomach only intensified as she stepped through the door, greeted by the warm smiles of Helaena and her brothers.

"Y.N, you made it!" Helaena exclaimed, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "And you brought your famous butterfly fairy cakes! I can't wait to try them."

Y.N's cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson at the praise, her shy demeanour shining through as she handed the box to Helaena. "I hope you like them," she murmured softly, her gaze flickering towards the floor.

Aegon stepped forward, extending a hand in greeting. "I'm Aegon, Helaena's older brother. It's a pleasure to meet you, Y.N."

Y.N nodded politely, her eyes darting briefly to meet his before retreating once more. "Nice to meet you, Aegon," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Aemond watched the interaction with a mixture of amusement and curiosity, noting the way Y.N seemed to retreat into herself in the presence of his siblings. When she finally glanced up and caught his eye, her blush deepened, and she seemed to shrink back even further.

"Hello, Y.N," Aemond greeted her with a warm smile, his voice gentle as he tried to ease her nerves.

"Hi, Aemond," Y.N replied, her voice barely audible as she fidgeted nervously with the hem of her sleeve.

Aemond couldn't help but be charmed by her shyness, finding it endearing in a way he hadn't expected.

As the evening progressed, Aemond found himself drawn to Y.N's quiet presence, his curiosity piqued by the mystery that surrounded her.

"So, Aemond," Aegon began with a mischievous glint in his eye, "do you think Y.N would be as shy in bed as she is here?"

Aemond's smile faltered, his amusement evaporating in an instant as he shot his brother a stern look. He was not amused by Aegon's insinuation, finding it distasteful and disrespectful.

"Aegon, that's enough," Aemond said sharply, his voice carrying a note of warning.

Aegon's grin widened, unfazed by his brother's reprimand. "Oh, come on, Aemond. I was just kidding. Lighten up."

But Aemond wasn't in the mood for jokes, especially not at Y.N's expense. He could see the discomfort in her eyes, the way she seemed to shrink back even further at Aegon's words. It wasn't fair to make her the subject of such crude humour, especially when she had done nothing to warrant it.

"I said that's enough," Aemond repeated firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Aegon held up his hands in mock surrender, though the smirk never left his face. "Fine, fine. I'll behave."

As the tension between them eased, Aemond turned his attention back to Y.N, determined to make her feel comfortable despite his brother's thoughtless remark. And as he caught her eye and offered her an apologetic smile, he silently vowed to ensure that she felt respected and valued for the rest of the evening.

As the evening drew to a close and it was time to say their goodbyes, Aemond gathered his courage and approached Y.N, his heart pounding in his chest. "Y.N," he began, his voice slightly nervous but determined, "I was wondering if you'd like to go on a date with me?"

Y.N's cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink, but a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "I would love to," she replied softly, her eyes shining with shy anticipation.

Aemond felt a surge of relief and joy flood through him at her acceptance, his heart soaring at the prospect of spending more time with her. "Great," he said, unable to contain the grin that spread across his face. "Is there anywhere in particular you'd like to go? Maybe the cinema, or somewhere else?"

Y.N's blush deepened, but she shook her head. "The cinema sounds perfect," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Alright then," Aemond said, his excitement bubbling over. "How about we meet tomorrow evening at 7pm at the cinema? We can catch a movie and maybe grab dinner afterwards?"

Y.N nodded eagerly, a shy smile playing on her lips. "That sounds wonderful," she agreed, her eyes meeting his with a newfound confidence.

As Y.N departed from Helaena's apartment, leaving Aemond with a heart full of anticipation for their upcoming date, Aegon couldn't resist the opportunity to tease his younger brother once more.

"Well, well, little brother," Aegon teased, a playful smirk dancing on his lips, "looks like you've got yourself a shy little bird there. Are you sure you can handle her?"

Aemond shot his brother a pointed look, his patience wearing thin. "Aegon, enough with the jokes," he chided, his tone firm.

Helaena, sensing the tension in the air, quickly intervened, elbowing Aegon in the ribs with a reproachful glare. "Stop it, Aegon," she scolded, her voice carrying a note of warning. "Y.N is very shy, and I don't want her to get hurt."

Aegon winced slightly at the jab but couldn't resist a playful grin. "Alright, alright," he relented, holding up his hands in surrender. "I'll behave, I promise."

Aemond turned to Helaena, his expression earnest as he spoke. "You don't need to worry, Helaena. I'll be good to Y.N. I promise to treat her with the respect and kindness she deserves."

Helaena smiled warmly at her brother, her eyes shining with pride. "I know you will, Aemond," she said softly, her voice filled with confidence. "Just be yourself, and everything will be fine."

The next day -

As the clock struck 7 pm, Aemond Targaryen stood outside the cinema, his heart pounding with nervous anticipation. His eyes scanned the bustling crowd, searching for a glimpse of Y.N. And there she was, emerging from the sea of people, a vision of beauty in a sun dress paired with a cardigan that hugged her delicate frame.

Aemond couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration as he approached her, his lips curling into a warm smile. "Y.N," he greeted her, his voice tinged with excitement.

Y.N's cheeks flushed a rosy pink at his greeting, but a radiant smile graced her lips as she returned his gaze. "Hi, Aemond," she replied softly, her eyes sparkling with shy anticipation.

Together, they entered the cinema, the anticipation of the evening ahead hanging in the air like a delicate promise. As they settled into their seats, Aemond couldn't help but notice the way Y.N's eyes widened with excitement at the prospect of the movie they were about to watch.

The lights dimmed, and the screen flickered to life, casting a soft glow over the darkened theater. Aemond glanced at Y.N out of the corner of his eye, noting the way she jumped at the sudden burst of sound and movement on the screen.

As the movie unfolded, Aemond found himself more amused by Y.N's reactions than by the film itself. He couldn't help but smile as she buried her face in her hands during the suspenseful moments, her fingers peeking through to cover her eyes.

Unable to resist the urge to offer her comfort, Aemond gently draped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close in a gesture of silent reassurance. Y.N tensed slightly at the unexpected contact, but soon relaxed into his embrace, leaning into him with a sigh of relief.

After the movie ended, Aemond and Y.N emerged from the cinema into the bustling city streets, the cool evening air tinged with the aroma of freshly baked pizza. Aemond glanced at Y.N, wondering where she might want to go for dinner, but he was pleasantly surprised when she suggested his favorite pizza place.

"Really? That's one of my favorite spots!" Aemond exclaimed, a smile spreading across his face. "I didn't know you liked it too."

Y.N's cheeks flushed with a shy smile. "I've actually been there a few times before," she admitted. "It's delicious."

As they made their way to the pizza place, Aemond couldn't shake the feeling of gratitude that swelled within him. Unlike his ex-girlfriend Alys, who always expected him to foot the bill for everything, Y.N seemed considerate and respectful.

When they reached the restaurant, Aemond reached for his wallet to pay for their meal, but Y.N gently placed a hand on his arm, stopping him. "Let me get this one," she insisted, her eyes meeting his with a determined gaze. "You paid for the cinema, so it's only fair that I treat you to dinner."

Aemond's heart warmed at her gesture, touched by her thoughtfulness and generosity. "Are you sure?" he asked, wanting to make sure she was comfortable with the arrangement.

Y.N nodded, her smile soft and genuine. "I'm sure. Besides, it's the least I can do after you invited me out tonight."

With a grateful nod, Aemond put his wallet back in jeans pocket, allowing Y.N to take care of the bill. As they sat together, enjoying their meal and each other's company, Aemond couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment settle over him.

With Y.N by his side, he knew that he had found someone who appreciated him for who he was, and not someone who only valued him not for his family name or wealth.

As the evening drew to a close, Aemond walked Y.N back to her small one-bedroom flat, just a few blocks away from where he lived with Helaena. The gentle hum of conversation between them filled the air, punctuated by the occasional laugh and shared smile.

As they reached Y.N's door, she turned to Aemond with a shy smile. "Would you mind waiting here for a moment?" she asked softly. "I just need to grab something."

"Of course," Aemond replied with a nod, curiosity piqued by her request.

Y.N disappeared into her flat, leaving Aemond standing outside her door with a sense of anticipation building within him. He couldn't help but wonder what she was up to, his mind racing with possibilities.

Moments later, Y.N reappeared, holding something in her hands. Aemond's breath caught in his throat as he caught sight of the dragon-shaped pastry she held out to him, a soft smile playing on her lips.

"I made this for you," Y.N said softly, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "It's filled with jam. I hope you like it."

Aemond's heart swelled with gratitude and affection as he accepted the pastry from her. "Thank you, Y.N," he said sincerely, his voice filled with warmth. "I'm sure it's delicious."

As he took a bite of the pastry, Aemond couldn't help but be struck by the sweetness of the gesture. It was a simple gift, but it spoke volumes about Y.N's thoughtfulness and care. And as he savored the flavor of the jam-filled pastry, he knew that he had found something truly special in her – a connection that he cherished more than words could express.

In a daring moment of impulse, Aemond leaned in, his heart pounding in his chest as he closed the distance between them. Their lips met in a gentle kiss, a tentative exploration of the unknown, and in that fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still.

It was unlike anything Aemond had ever felt before – a surge of warmth and electricity that coursed through his veins, igniting a spark that set his soul ablaze. In that moment of intimacy, he felt a connection with Y.N that transcended the boundaries of mere physical attraction, a deep and profound understanding that resonated to the very core of his being.

As they parted, their eyes met in silent communion, the intensity of their gaze speaking volumes without the need for words.

As Aemond and Y.N's relationship blossomed, they found themselves drawn to each other like magnets, spending every available moment together exploring the intricacies of their budding romance. Their days were filled with laughter and shared experiences.

One sunny afternoon, as they lounged in Y.N's cozy kitchen, the scent of freshly baked goods wafting through the air, Y.N suggested that they try their hand at baking a sponge cake together.

"It'll be fun," she said with a smile, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "And besides, I've been dying to teach you how to bake."

Aemond chuckled, a hint of nervousness creeping into his voice. "I'm not sure I'll be any good at it, but I'll give it a try."

With Y.N's patient guidance, they set to work, measuring out ingredients and mixing them together with care. Aemond couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as he watched Y.N work her magic in the kitchen, her skill and expertise evident in every precise movement.

As they popped the cake into the oven and waited for it to bake, Aemond found himself growing more and more excited at the prospect of tasting their creation. When the timer finally beeped, signaling that the cake was done, they eagerly pulled it out of the oven and set it on the counter to cool.

With bated breath, they sliced into the cake and took their first bite, only to find that it was a little on the dry side. Aemond's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but Y.N simply laughed and reached for the whipped cream, insisting that it would make everything better.

Together, they devoured the cake, laughing and joking as they shared in the simple pleasure of each other's company.

As Aemond and Y.N sat together one evening, the warmth of the fire casting a soft glow over the room, Aemond felt a sudden urge to confide in her, to share the depths of his past with the woman he had grown to love.

"Y.N," he began, his voice quiet but resolute, "there's something I need to tell you."

Y.N turned to him, concern etched into her features. "What is it, Aemond?"

Taking a deep breath, Aemond launched into the painful tale of his relationship with Alys – the belittling words, the constant infidelity, the toxic cycle of breaking up and getting back together.

"It was a dark time in my life," Aemond confessed, his voice heavy with emotion. "I was lost, and I didn't know how to break free from the hold she had over me."

Y.N listened in silence, her heart aching for the pain that Aemond had endured. She reached out and took his hand in hers, offering him the comfort of her touch.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through that, Aemond," she said softly, her voice filled with empathy. "But you're stronger now."

Aemond nodded, a sense of gratitude washing over him for Y.N's unwavering support. "Yes, I have," he replied, his voice tinged with determination. "And I owe it to you, Y.N. You've shown me what it means to be truly loved, and I'll never take that for granted."

As the night worn on and the two of them shared kisses, the unspoken question of what was going to happen next hung in the air.

“I-I’ve never done it before” muttered Y.N shyly as she pressed her face into Aemond’s chest.

“It’s ok. We don’t need to do this, not until you’re ready” replied Aemond stroking her hair softly.

“B-But I want to. I want you to be my first” whispered Y.N.

“Only if you’re sure, I don’t want you to feel pressured into anything” said Aemond firmly.

“I’m sure Aemond. I want this-I want you” exclaimed Y.N as she took his hand and led him to her bedroom.

Despite his experience, Aemond had never so nervous in his entire life, his hands shook as he slowly undressed himself.

Y.N gently tugged off the dress she was wearing and Aemond could feel his mouth watering at the sight of her delectable body.

“I-I don’t know what to do” muttered Y.N her cheeks tinged pink.

“It’s ok-I’ll take care of you” replied Aemond as he directed Y.N to sit on the end if the bed.

“I trust you” replied Y.N quietly.

Aemond smiled as he knelt on the floor, lowering his head between Y.N’s legs.

“Aemond-“ shrieked Y.N her eyes rolling into the back of her head as Aemond’s tongue swept across her slick wet folds.

Y.N bit the back of her hand to keep herself from screaming as Aemond began using his long fingers to tease her entrance.

“Let me hear you”.

“A-Aemond. Oh god. Please” begged Y.N

Aemond pressed two fingers inside Y.N, moving them against a spot that made her entire body shake, his tongue moving against her folds, his lips wrapping around her pearl.

“I know your almost there. Let it happen my sweet. Come for me” whispered Aemond.

Y.N arched her back and let out a scream as her pleasure erupted.

Aemond crawled up Y.N’s body, placing gentle kisses on her skin as he moved higher and higher.

Y.N blushed furiously when she saw that Aemond’s chin was shining with her slick.

“Calm yourself my little bird” murmured Aemond.

“I-I’ve never-” mumbled Y.N putting her hands over her face in embarrassment.

“Was that your first peak?” asked Aemond as he gently pulled away her hands and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.

Y.N blushed and nodded quickly, jumping when she felt Aemond’s cock against her.

“Don’t worry, I’ll go slow” whispered Aemond as he reached down and took hold of his hard cock rubbing it along Y.N’s wet folds.

“Ok. I’m ready” replied Y.N, her heart pounding.

Aemond hesitates for a moment, his brow furrowed.

“I-don’t have a condom”.

“Oh-I have some” replied Y.N.

“You do?” questioned Aemond.

“I bought them from the pharmacy and-“ replied Y.N, her face flushed.

“-It’s ok-where are they?” asked Aemond.

“I-In the drawer” uttered Y.N.

Aemond nodded and briefly moved away from Y.N, he quickly opened the drawer and pulled out the box of condoms.

“Are they the right ones-there were so many different kinds and-“

“-They’re good” replied Aemond as he opened the box and took out a condom.

Y.N closed her eyes as Aemond ripped open the foil packet and rolled the condom down his length.

Aemond leaned forward again and placed a series of kisses along Y.N’s neck, his hand gently cupping her breast before he sucked the rosy bud into his mouth, his tongue rolling around the stiffened peak.

“L-Let me see you” whispered Y.N.

Aemond released her nipple with a soft pop and frowned.

“It’s not a pretty sight-I wouldn’t want to frighten you” replied Aemond.

“Nothing about you could frighten me Aemond-“ breathed Y.N

Aemond hesitated for a moment before he pulled off his eye patch, revealing a sparkling sapphire. 

“Beautiful” whispered Y.N as she took Aemond’s head in her hands and placed a kiss upon the scar.

Aemond smiled before he knelt between her thighs, supporting himself above her on his forearm while his other hand guides his cock to her wet centre.

“Oooh Aemond” exclaims Y.N

Aemond slowly pushes the blunt head of his cock inside. Just the tip feels okay but then he’s pushing inside, and it stings, Y.N clenches her eyes shut as his cock fully slides into her, his hips coming to rest against hers.

“Are you ok?” asked Aemond.

“It hurts,” cried Y.N

“Do you want me to stop-I can pull out” whispered Aemond.

“N-No g-give me a moment” whimpered Y.N.

Aemond stops, holding himself above Y.N, she can feel his cock throbbing inside her.

For a few silent minutes, Aemond begins to press gentle kisses all over Y.N’s face and neck, then after the sting has faded somewhat, Y.N gently moves her hips.

“I-I think you can move”.

Aemond exhales shakily, pulling out halfway only to thrust right back in.

“You’re taking me so well little bird,” whispers Aemond soothingly, thrusting again, harder this time.

Gradually he gets into a rhythm, his movements slow but powerful.

Y.N brings her hands up to his shoulders, clinging to him as his thrusts shift her up and down the bed. The wooden frame creaking slightly.

Aemond makes a strangled sort of sound and lowers himself onto Y.N even more, kissing her passionately.

His cock still thrusting in and out.

Y.N kisses him back, threading her fingers through his silky hair.

Aemond breaks the kiss, breathing heavily.

Y.N can feel herself clenching around him as his cock keeps hitting the same spot inside her.

“Ooo Aemond-f-faster. P-please”

Aemond groans as he begins to move faster pounding into her, their skin slapping together.

“Aemond-Aemond-”

“You’re so fucking perfect little bird, mine all mine” growls Aemond.

“Y-Yes, yours all yours” moans Y.N squirming as he pleasure peaks and she explodes.

Aemond lets out a long low groan, his hips bucking wildly. His cock twitching as he spills into the condom.

Aemond’s hips finally stagger and stop. He buries his face in the crook of her neck, resting for a moment before he slowly pulls out.

“Are you ok?” asked Aemond.

“I’m fine” whispered Y.N smiling breathlessly.

In the days following their intimate moment together, Aemond's behaviour began to change, his once carefree demeanour replaced by a sense of unease and agitation. He grew increasingly distant, his mind preoccupied with thoughts he refused to share with Y.N.

As they sat together one evening, the air heavy with tension, Y.N couldn't help but notice the way Aemond's eyes flickered nervously towards his phone every time it buzzed with a new message or notification. She reached out to touch his hand, a gesture of comfort and concern, but he withdrew from her touch, his expression clouded with frustration.

"What's wrong, Aemond?" Y.N asked softly, her voice laced with worry.

Aemond's jaw clenched, his patience wearing thin as he snapped at her in a fit of frustration. "Nothing, okay? Just leave me alone."

Y.N recoiled at his harsh words, hurt flashing across her features as she withdrew into herself, uncertain of how to respond. She had never seen Aemond like this before, his normally calm and collected demeanour shattered by whatever demons haunted him.

As the days passed, Aemond's behaviour only grew more erratic, his temper flaring at the slightest provocation. He withdrew further and further into himself, shutting Y.N out.

Things didn’t improve and a few weeks later when Y.N was walking to work, and she spotted Aemond talking to a dark haired woman.

There was something about the way they interacted that made her stomach churn with unease – the woman's lingering touches, the way Aemond seemed visibly uncomfortable in her presence.

Unable to tear her eyes away, Y.N watched in silent horror as the woman leaned in and planted a kiss on Aemond's lips. A surge of pain shot through her chest, the betrayal cutting her to the core as she struggled to process what she had just witnessed.

Without a second thought, Y.N turned on her heel and fled, the tears streamed down her cheeks, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she fought to escape the suffocating grip of heartbreak that threatened to consume her whole.

Aemond was frantic, all his calls and messages to Y.N went unanswered, his desperation grew, a gnawing sense of dread settling in the pit of his stomach.

Determined to make amends, Aemond made his way to Y.N's flat, his heart pounding with nervous anticipation. He knocked on the door, calling out her name in a voice tinged with desperation, but there was no response – only silence echoing back at him like a cruel mockery of his pain.

Growing increasingly frantic, Aemond tried again and again to reach Y.N, but each attempt was met with the same resounding silence. And as he stood outside her door, his pleas falling on deaf ears, he felt a sense of despair wash over him, knowing that he had pushed her away with his own foolishness.

But it wasn't just Y.N who turned her back on him – even Helaena, his own sister, greeted him with a cold shoulder, her expression tight with disappointment as she refused to meet his gaze.

He had expected her to be upset, but the fury in her eyes was more intense than he had ever imagined.

"What were you thinking, Aemond?" Helaena snapped, her voice trembling with suppressed emotion. "Y.N saw you with Alys. Do you have any idea how much you've hurt her?"

Aemond's heart clenched at the mention of Y.N's name, the weight of his guilt pressing down on him like a leaden weight. "Helaena, you have to believe me," he protested, his voice thick with emotion. "It wasn't what it looked like. Alys kissed me, I didn't want her to, and I pushed her away immediately."

Helaena's eyes narrowed in disbelief, her jaw clenching with frustration. "Do you expect me to believe that?" she demanded, her voice rising with each word. "Y.N saw you with Alys, Aemond. She saw it with her own eyes."

Aemond's heart sank at the realization of the damage his actions had caused, the truth of Helaena's words hitting him like a punch to the gut. "I swear it's the truth, Helaena," he pleaded, desperation creeping into his voice. "I would never hurt Y.N like that. You have to believe me."

Helaena's expression softened slightly, a flicker of doubt crossing her features. "I want to believe you, Aemond," she admitted, her voice softer now, tinged with sadness. "But you need to understand the gravity of the situation. Y.N is hurting, and it's because of you."

Aemond bowed his head in shame, the weight of his guilt threatening to crush him under its unbearable burden. "I know," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "And I'll do whatever it takes to make things right. I just hope that Y.N will give me the chance to prove myself to her."

As the rain poured down in torrents, soaking Aemond to the bone, he stood outside Y.N's flat, his heart heavy with regret and longing. He knew she was inside, just beyond the closed door, and he couldn't bear the thought of leaving without at least trying to make things right.

With a trembling hand, Aemond knocked on the door, each rap echoing loudly in the quiet of the rainy night. "Y.N, please," he called out, his voice raw with emotion. "Please let me in. I need to talk to you."

For a moment, there was only silence, the sound of the rain pounding against the pavement the only response to Aemond's pleas. But just as he was about to turn away in defeat, he heard the faint sound of movement from inside the flat.

Seconds stretched into eternity as Aemond waited with bated breath, his heart pounding in his chest. And then, finally, the door creaked open, revealing Y.N's tear-stained face, her eyes red and swollen from crying.

Aemond's heart clenched at the sight of her pain, a wave of guilt washing over him like a tidal wave. "Y.N," he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. Please, let me in. I need to explain."

Y.N hesitated for a moment, her gaze searching Aemond's face for any sign of sincerity. And then, slowly, she stepped aside, allowing him to enter the warmth and safety of her flat.

As Aemond stepped over the threshold, he felt a sense of relief wash over him, knowing that he had been given a second chance to make things right. And as he closed the door behind him, he vowed to do whatever it took to earn back Y.N's trust and forgiveness,

Taking a deep breath, he began to speak, his voice trembling with emotion.

"Y.N, there's something I need to tell you," he began, his words coming out in a rush. "Alys has been-she's been bombarding me with messages. She told me she was pregnant."

Y.N's eyes widened in shock, her breath catching in her throat as she struggled to comprehend the gravity of Aemond's words. "Pregnant?" she whispered; her voice barely audible.

Aemond nodded, his expression grim. "Yes," he continued, his voice heavy with regret. "But I demanded a DNA test. I couldn't-I couldn't just take her word for it. And she kept refusing, insisting that the baby was mine."

Y.N's hands flew to her mouth, her eyes brimming with tears as the full weight of Aemond's confession settled over her like a dark cloud. "Oh, Aemond," she murmured, her voice choked with emotion. "I-I don't know what to say."

Aemond reached out to take her hand, his touch gentle and reassuring. "I'm so sorry, Y.N," he whispered, his voice thick with remorse. "I should have told you sooner. I should have been honest with you from the start."

“Yes you should have” replied Y.N.

"I refused to believe Alys," he confessed, his voice strained with emotion. "So, I kept insisting on a DNA test. She resisted at first, but eventually, she agreed."

Y.N's eyes widened in realization, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place as she understood the gravity of Aemond's revelation. "That was the day I saw you with her," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Aemond nodded, his heart heavy with remorse. "Yes," he admitted, his voice barely audible. "I'm so sorry, Y.N. I never wanted to hurt you. I was just trying to protect myself, to make sure that I wasn't being manipulated by Alys."

Y.N's mind raced with conflicting thoughts and emotions as she processed Aemond's revelation. The image of Alys kissing him, coupled with the news of her pregnancy, had led her to assume the worst – that Aemond was the father of Alys's unborn child.

"Aemond," she began tentatively, her voice trembling with uncertainty. "Does-does that mean you're the father?"

Aemond's expression hardened, his jaw set with determination as he shook his head vehemently. "No, the DNA wasn’t a match" he declared firmly. "I'm not the father, Alys kissing me was just her last desperate attempt to try and manipulate me."

Y.N's breath caught in her throat at his words, a wave of relief washing over her as the weight of uncertainty lifted from her shoulders. "Oh, Aemond," she breathed, her voice filled with gratitude. "I'm so glad to hear that."

Aemond reached out to take her hand, his touch warm and reassuring. "I would never betray your trust like that, Y.N," he vowed earnestly. "You mean everything to me, and I would do anything to prove that to you. I love you"

Tears welled up in Y.N's eyes as she looked into Aemond's eye, seeing the sincerity and love shining brightly within them. "I know, Aemond," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "And I forgive you."

But Aemond wasn't finished yet. With trembling hands, he held up a soggy cardboard box, the remnants of his failed attempt at making her a cake. "I even tried to make you a cake," he confessed, his voice laced with self-deprecation. "But it's all ruined now."

Y.N couldn't help but laugh at the sight of the ruined cake, her heart swelling with affection for the man standing before her. With a playful grin, she knocked the box out of his hand, sending it tumbling to the ground, before throwing herself into his arms and kissing him passionately.

"Aemond," she whispered against his lips, her voice filled with love and gratitude. "I love you too."

As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, Aemond and Y.N's relationship blossomed anew, their love growing stronger with each passing day.

And as they stood side by side, hand in hand, they knew that they never wanted to be apart again. So, after much discussion and deliberation, they made the decision to take the next step in their journey together – they would move in together.

With excited hearts and eager anticipation, Aemond and Y.N began the process of finding their perfect home, a place where they could build a life together filled with love, laughter, and countless cherished memories.

And when they finally found the perfect apartment, with its cozy rooms and sunlit windows, they knew that it was meant to be. With smiles on their faces and love in their hearts, they signed the lease and began the process of making their new house a home.

With their love blossoming stronger each day, Aemond felt the time was right to take their relationship to the next level. He knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Y.N, and he couldn't wait another moment to make her his forever.

So on a crisp autumn evening, with the setting sun casting a warm glow over the world, Aemond led Y.N to his favourite spot in the park. As they walked hand in hand, their laughter floating on the gentle breeze, Aemond's heartbeat with nervous anticipation.

Reaching a secluded clearing surrounded by trees ablaze with fiery hues, Aemond paused, his heart racing with emotion. Taking a deep breath, he got down on one knee, his eyes shining with love as he looked up at Y.N.

"Y.N," he began, his voice steady despite the butterflies in his stomach. "From the moment I met you, I knew you were the one. You've brought so much joy and love into my life, and I can't imagine spending another day without you by my side."

Y.N's eyes widened in surprise, her hand flying to her mouth in shock as she realized what was happening. Tears welled up in her eyes as she listened to Aemond's words, her heart overflowing with love for the man who stood before her.

"And so," Aemond continued, his voice trembling with emotion, "I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy. Y.N, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife? Will you marry me?"

The words hung in the air; the silence broken only by the sound of their hearts beating as one. And then, finally, Y.N's eyes filled with tears of joy as she threw herself into Aemond's arms, laughter bubbling up from deep within her soul.

"Yes, Aemond," she cried, her voice ringing out with pure happiness. "Yes, I will marry you!"

And as they stood together in the golden light of the setting sun, their hearts overflowing with love and happiness, Aemond slipped a beautiful ring onto Y.N's finger, sealing their love with a promise that would last a lifetime.

[luizd3ad]

Game Time | Poly!Bartylus x GN!Reader One shot

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ࣪˖⤷ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ࣪ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ˖ ⤷

Pairing: Barty Crouch Jr x GN Reader x Regulus Black

WC: 700

CW: swearing, mentions of Bartys dad 🤢, modern AU, mistreatment of Sims, anxiety

Author's Note: Honestly I just got this idea bc my sims hyper fixation is coming back. The little bit of French that’s in here I got from google please tell me if it’s wrong.

Summary: Regulus comes home to you and Barty playing the sims.

Someone tell me to stop making theses for ever fic please. I won't listen but someone should still tel me.

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Regulus had spent the day with Sirius, just catching up. 

They've been finding it harder to do so since leaving Hogwarts so they try to make it a priority to see each other as often as possible. 

He did enjoy spending time with his brother but right now all he wanted to do was go home to his partners. 

You and Barty were like a breath of fresh air to him after his social battery was drained. Just being in the presence of both of you was enough to make him feel better. 

Regulus finally crossed the threshold to his shared flat. He took his shoes and jacket off at the entrance and put them in their designated places.

But then he noticed the flat was quiet which was rare considering Barty lived there.

“Mon amours? I’m home?”

Regulus called out looking around the flat curiously. 

No one was in the living room. He didn't hear anyone in the kitchen. 

He started walking down the hall that held their shared bedroom and the guest room/ office when he heard them.

“Angel, I love you but you're wrong!”

“Watch it Crouch! Or you'll end up in the basement next..”

Regulus was only slightly taken back when he heard his partner say that to their boyfriend. 

Honestly it wouldn't be the first time he heard them say something like that.

Barty then gasped and started shirking something about ‘Never feeling so betrayed’ which was something Barty would say often. 

Regulus took a deep breath mentally preparing himself and then opened the door to the office, he couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle at the sight in front of him.

There they were, the loves of his life hunched over the computer playing the muggle game that Remus had shown them.

‘The Sims’ he thinks it was called, but he couldn't quite remember. 

“Barty.. Did you take the ladder out of the pool again?”

Barty then gasped as if the thought was inconceivable. 

“What would make you think such a thing, angel?”

“I mean other than the fact that you've done it before? The sim’s name is Bartemius Crouch and he looks exactly like your father.”

Barty then giggles looking proud of himself. 

“Leave him there he deserves it.”

Barty says with a wide smile.

Regulus chuckles a little louder this time and shakes his head finally catching the attention of his partners.

You and Barty both turn your heads to look at Regulus. 

You send him a big smile and say.

“Hi my love, how's Sirius?”

“Sirius is fine. Now what are you two doing?”

Regulus say still standing in the doorway of the room.

“I'm trying to show our darling boyfriend that there's more to The Sims than killing the people that you wish you could kill in real life.”

“And I'm trying to show our angel that killing people in the game is the most fun you can have.”

“Wait, so you make the characters people you actually know?”

You and Barty look at each other and then look at Regulus with raised eyebrows.

“Obviously.”

Barty says looking at Regulus like it should be common sense.

“Wait so you have a character of me?”

“Of course we do.”

You say then turning back to the computer clicking on the mouse a few times and then waving Regulus over to show him a big house with sims of the three of you.

“Is this supposed to be our house?”

“Yes. Unfortunately we’re not all technically dating on here, since that's not an option.”

You explain while Barty crosses his arms while pouting and saying.

“Which is stupid.” 

Regulus just smiles at Barty and kisses his head. 

“It’s okay ​mon beau because we’re dating in real life.”

Regulus says while running his hand through his boyfriend's hair.

You and Barty spent the rest of the night showing Regulus your favorite parts of the game. 

Regulus found himself having a good time whether it was just because he got to spend time with the two of you or because he actually found the game entertaining he didn't know nor did he care.

He was just content and happy to be there.

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[forbidden-sunlight]

Can you do a yandere Hades or Loki(ROR) x fem kokushibo reader plz. I have this weird feeling that Hades would know everything about her since she was a human, and the human part of her technically died. Loki would be interested in us cause he finds us interesting to watch.

Here it is! I'd like to thank @thatstrangesheep and @the-dumber-scaramouche for helping me flesh out Loki's character since he's a tricky little fella to write about lol. Got a lot of requests for him, but here he is!

I hope you will enjoy this piece, although it is a little short! :)

Loki did not have a high opinion of humans. Why did they deserve to live for another thousand years when all of these pitiful creatures have done nothing but caused destruction in Midgard? Like Aphrodite had said before, everything has become ugly. It’s much better to start over with a clean slate, right~?

Still, it wouldn’t hurt to have a little fun with them in this battle royale, this ‘Rangarok’, that Brunhilde proposed to hold before setting the world on fire. So why is Zeus being a selfish asshole and letting the God of Deceit fight a low-level demon instead of a human?

Pouting childishly, he stepped out of the gods area in the coliseum as Heimdall went on a spiel about his infamy and how powerful he is in the Norse pantheon, basking in the cheerful roars and spiteful comments alike while the humans quivered in fear at their representative. 

[First Name] [Last Name], Muzan Kibitisuji’s right-hand woman of the Twelve Kizuki, the former Moon Hashira. 

Tall, sinewy frame draped in a [Favorite Color] kimono and black hakama with embroidered flowers. Wild, untamed hair tied up in a ponytail. Six eyes dyed in crimson sclera stared right at him, unblinking with a clawed hand rested on the hilt of their sword. Wooden full moon and grassy field hanafuda earrings swayed slightly in the breeze. 

Loki scoffed. Yup. There is no doubt in his mind that this is the ugliest demon he had ever met in his life. Least she’ll be dead soon enough~. 

He smiled. “Let’s try and have some fun, ‘kay?” He said, swaying from side to side, violet orbs fixated on his opponent…or at least trying to pretend that he’s a little interested in this filthy scum. 

“…” 

And of course, she doesn’t say anything except bow her head to him and unsheathe her sword. Boring~.

Summoning chained scythes from either of his arms, Loki broke into a sprint and charged at his opponent. Swinging the left scythe over his head, he flung it towards her, confident that the battle will not even last five minutes. But that bitch deflected his weapon with her sword, inhaling a deep breath through her mouth before launching several crescent-shaped blades towards him. 

Loki cursed, leaping out of the way and using the remaining scythe to deflect the blades. If he yanked back the chain of the other scythe too quickly, he would’ve lost an arm. 

So, she got lucky. It won’t happen again~.

The fight dragged on longer than he nor the other gods could have anticipated. Humanity’s representative effortlessly parried the blows of her opponent, releasing one breathing technique after another but narrowly having her head being sliced off by Loki’s scythes when he snuck up from behind. She repaid such kindness by jamming her sword into his right shoulder, twisting it in a full circle before pulling out the blade. 

Breathless, bloodied, and pumped full of adrenaline, neither opponent was ready to surrender until Heimdall officially declared that the bout was a draw. 

Loki was absolutely livid. How could he, a trickster god, not win against a demon with his clever mind and silver tongue? Gods were supposed to kill demons! Why, no, how can a demon be able to go toe-to-toe against someone like him?! It wasn’t fair! 

Yet as he laid in the gods’ medical wing and allowed the nurses to patch him up, his mind kept drifting back to the silent swordswoman. For all the spiteful insults he hurled at her in battle, she retaliated in a calm, grim voice.

“Interesting…for a simpleton  who does nothing but yap like a puppy, you’re still alive. Most of my opponents would have been obliterated by now.”

Loki grinded his teeth at the memory. He might have not defeated his opponent, but a draw is simply but another chance to pummel that demon into the ground. 

He knew her fighting style, her weak points, everything. He will annihilate the Moon Hashira and prove to the Norse pantheon that he is much more than just a jokester. The humans will fall, the gods will win just like they always have. 

So why did he feel….annoyed at the thought of the six-eyed demon vanishing from sight?

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[me-uglypretty]

the mistakes of love

Pairing:  Carol Danvers x Reader

Summary: Carol accepts her mistakes, but she wasn't ready to accept the reality of the one she loves.

Warning: (18+), angst, mention of war, main character death, the marvels spoiler | 1k words

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I Fate appeared as though, muddled of sick jokes focussed on her existence and the ample of displease at mistakes she still regretted. It was her fault. She had accepted that fate countless of times before as her weary fixate on the unseen blood that stained her hands. It was a foolish act on her part. The belief that blazes within of how she was right, the act of power was proceeded by righteousness.

Thus, Carol Danvers stood there. A frown settled deep into her features, and the ache in her chest worsens at each harsh beat of her heart. Wishful thinking of those aspiring to save the world had aid her guilt to some extent.

"Captain Marvel, the annihilator.”

She hated that designated name for her. It wasn’t immoral at first like she had repeated to herself. Merely a deed driven by greater reasons and amiss was the aftermath. The repetition of such reasons hasn’t hindered the hatred spewed at her by the Kree or as Dar-Benn scowls, detesting her sheer existence for destroying their home.

“You took everything from me. And now I'm returning the favour."

Despite the evident of her life stolen under daylight and into the hands of the Kree. Her previous life was concealed with a forge identity. Memories stolen, only appearing as glimpse of something she couldn’t grasp between reality or fiction. It was wrong of them, and it was wrong for her to had acted that way.

Captain Marvel—powerful, strong, and vicious as she may be—was at fault. Perhaps, she deserved the guilt that drown her and hatred that threaten to ruin every little good in her life. She accepted her action wasn’t something that resolved a conflict. Carol Danvers accepted her fate.

“Don’t do this,” Carol had plead again.

Anger surfaced further as Dar-Benn spoke with gritted teeth. “Why must we stop now? Are you afraid? Where was your concern when you made my people suffer?”

Kamala tried appeasing Dar-Benn with reasons of danger if she was to use both bangles. A power that wouldn’t help either one of them. One wrapped around her arms while the other in the Kree’s possession. Similarly, Monica tried reassuring her that they would find a better solution.

It was then, amidst spoken wrath and a provoked battle that someone appeared behind Dar-Benn. Satisfaction flash in those angered eyes as silence emerged.

However, one reaction seemed to interest them more than the other. Monica and Kamala shared a puzzled look by the sight of Carol; mouth parted in utter shock, eyes wide and glossy as she stared ahead where the lone figure stood.

The physical reality of Carol differs from the trembles inside. Carol swore upon her life, the before and after, she must be dreaming of this or had dreamed of moments alike for far too many mourning nights. It was you just steps away from her. If she counted the seconds to reach you, it wouldn’t take her long as she would have soared towards you faster than light itself.

But you weren’t alike the euphoric persona she had experience before. You were there, surely, and your eyes appeared in their usual hues, however, those orbs stared vacantly into hers that glimmers of unshed tears. The stoic expression on your face and hallow eyes was devoid of the life she adored.

Carol was sure that you were there and yet, you weren’t.

“Doesn’t she look beautiful?” Dar-Benn proclaimed as her knuckles grazed your face in a jeering way. There wasn’t a distinct reaction on your face at her contact.

The concern gesture of a hand pressed on Carol’s upper back doesn’t reduce the tremor in her chest. “Who’s that?” Monica questioned seconds after, voice low and firm.

If she had asked the same question years ago, Carol would have beamed by the increasing emotions to speak of everything that revolved around you. A life that she couldn’t fathom losing and yet, she destroyed it completely.

Instead, Carol ignored the queries of her friends or teammates, the people that she must protect from facing the same devastation. She takes timid steps forward till she reached you. Two taunting steps away from you. Dar-Benn seemed to permit the distance with a chuckle of amusement.

The first warning she comprehend was the absolute indifference in your features. It was unlike you to remain so emotionless. She had expected for more. Words of anger spat at her face, an anticipated brawl between two, and the expression of such disapproval for her mistakes. The finality after the rapid reaction would have been followed by dreaded questions of her disappearance.

Carol was expecting everything that would have illustrate life, and never the flat silence that stirred a frightening ache in her heart for you. She feared the reasons that would reveal why you weren’t the same person she once knew. This wasn’t you. It’s a warning that perched dangerously at the stake of her heart.

Dar-Benn shared a wicked grin when Carol had glance at her. “I found out something about you and something about memories,” she explained vaguely. Her mouth lowered to your ear in pretend whisper as she spoke. “Remember Carol? The love of your life?”

Gasps echoed in the warship at the revelation, followed by confused murmurs between two. In contrast to the dejected look on Carol’s face when yours conveyed no such response. She would rather hear your anger, accompanied by the leader who radiated in vengeance or anything that wouldn’t sought with finality by Dar-Benn’s statement.

“Please,” Carol exhaled shakily. “Let me fix this. It’s my fault so let me fix this,” she said as her shoulder slumped in remorse. She stretched her hands towards Dar-Benn with her palms faced upwards, presenting herself without the glow of her strength. An act of peace than pledge of combat.

There was never a start or an end to the horrid things she had face. Before her truth, it was conditions formed by the Kree that she must follow and now, she was meant to protect the galaxy—and you.

It was you that she had promised as sole reason for her return. Then, the civil war was ensued by the assurance of freeing the occupants of Hala, and the destruction of your home. And yet, the last words of yours, echoed in her mind in tender affection;

“Whatever may happen, good or bad…I don’t think it would stop me from loving you, Carol Danvers.”

It was a mistake, Carol wanted to scream once she had figured out the truth. She had made many of them and still suffered through the ones she couldn’t fix. Like the promise of coming back home to little Monica, she promised the young child so much and felt shame at her failure to fulfil them. It was cowardly of her.

Now, she faced you in absolute danger. Her mistakes came back to haunt her. The evil she had done unto them and them—onto those she cared for.

“You want her?” Dar-Benn nodded towards you. “Or you want this?” she raised her arm, showcasing the glowing quantum bands.

At this moment, Kamala takes a rushed step forward. “Don’t do it, Carol.”

Monica agreed with mutters of a solution. It fades into sounds that doesn’t change the outcome of such faith.

It takes exactly five second. First second for the sound of disapproval at their pleas. Second was the blink of her eyes as she accepted defeat. Third that warned of a battle. Fourth had bleed into her heart of how death does follow her. Fifth was the fight which her body was obligatory to endure for them, especially when you had leapt forward with the emblem of unrecognisable rage.

It takes every throb of her aching heart for her to blast the glowing light that you deemed as the brightest, if not challenged by her smile. You had always spoken of such honied words that she couldn’t understand how her betrayal still rendered you emotionless.

How awful of a scene, how horrid it was to witness the fall of your body alike dominos collapsing to their doom. Then, for a fleeting moment, she had caught glimpse of those eyes she knew and adored, the emotions that bloom in those orbs as you witness the surge of energy directed at you—like you were there, you saw her at such a terrifying scene, you feared of her or something more—and it was empty again. Those eyes that she swore had glistened at the shout of your name from her miserable mouth.

It had happened in seconds. One moment she was reaching for your greying body then the other, she was rushing through space after Dar-Benn’s irrational act and the end, darkness engulf her.

It takes seconds, she thought. For Monica to haul her body from floating aimlessly in space and for Kamal to assist them back on the warship.

The worse was her trembling hands reaching for your body and cradling you in her arms. A cold body rested on hers as warm breath wafted at every apology that fell from her mouth. Tears fell woefully on your face by her grief.

Carol made a mistake. The worst of them had followed her spiteful shadow and cursed those who stood by her. It was unfair. You didn’t deserve the consequences of her action. It wasn’t fair to those whose life was endangered by her. It wasn’t fair to you.

Her bleary eyes stuck on your face, as if, trying to find a way for those eyes to flutter open and for a voice to carry through the eerily silent warship. Then, her mind deemed as the right time to reminisce the sweet moments shared with you. One of them was alike this, your head pressed soundly to her chest and her arms wrapped safely around your warm body. The gleamer of hope that glaze your eyes as you intently listen to her story of life on earth, and your attention doesn’t flatter, only growing with the smile on your face.

The love that blooms in your heart was for her. That, the scary truth, she was so afraid to admit. You had loved her, and she had failed you.

But Carol had loved you too.

She had loved you the first time your eyes had caught her attention. She loved you so, that her heart ceased to pulse by her accord as the truth settled in her chest. This must have been the ultimate consequence of her action. Maybe love wasn’t deserving for someone drowning in remorse by their own fault.

Nothing could change the outcome of this. The murmurs that soon surround her, doesn’t relief the infinite ache in her chest.

It was the end of you, and the end of hope.

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[yanderes-galore]

Can you do a yan chris scenario from re5 reacting to his darling who got brainwashed by wesker instead of Jill and she acts EXTREMELY violent towards him and sheva and once they defeat her she starts crying please ?

Chris is like the second character that gets angst requests for Resident Evil other than Leon/j

Poor man's going to suffer. I had trouble making him full out Yandere as he's usually just overprotective. Yet I hope I made a good story either way.

Mediation

Yandere! Chris Redfield (RE5) Scenario

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Implied past relationship, Implied past toxic relationship, Overprotective behavior, Obsession, Delusional behavior, Angst, Implied murder, Chris is losing it, Clingy behavior, Manipulation, Moral conflict, Love/Hate relationship.

Feral. That was the word that came to mind when Chris saw how you acted. To think Wesker had done this to you....

You were nothing but a puppet. Masked and dressed in black, meant serve orders you had no idea were wrong. None of this was your fault.

You had no idea how many you killed. You weren't sentient enough to understand the virus you were spreading. Chris felt he couldn't blame you.

Sheva was kind enough to help him track you. It hurt him to know you were suffering at the hands of Wesker. If only you two didn't part ways-

If only you two didn't fight. If only he convinced he knew what was best for you. If only he tried harder.

He was told his overprotective behavior was unhealthy back then...

Was this much better?

Was you being used as some pretty puppet by Wesker better than Chris? Were you happy mindlessly fighting Chris like some feral animal? Was it fun pinning him to the ground and hitting him over and over and over.

Perhaps he deserved it...

You didn't deserve this fate, however.

Vigorously, Chris pulls at the P30 scarab on your chest. Sheva holds down your screaming and struggling body to aid her friend. Tears blur his vision, especially at your pain.

"Let me go!" You cry and are promptly ignored. Snapping is heard as the device breaks free before being crushed in Chris's hands. His face is filled with anger that burns within him.

Wesker will pay.

Your body stops moving in Sheva's arms, laying limp against her. Chris quickly grabs you from his partner before she can do anything.

"Give me (Y/N)... Wake up, please.... Come on, it's me, Chris...!"

He leans in, softly kissing your forehead.

"You know me... I love you...!"

While to him such words were true, if you felt the same was a mystery now. Ever since the fight you may not even like him. Such details weren't important to him right this second.

When you open your eyes, tears cloud your vision. Sheva watches you two, frowning when she notices the tears from both of you. Reunited at last... for better or for worse.

"(Y/N)... there's no need to cry-"

Chris holds you closer once hearing you hiccup and sputter. Tears stream down your face when sobs rip themselves from your throat. You were so confused, scared, pained...

You were also in Chris's arms again.

Chris... the very man who you fought with. The one who got you into this mess with his paranoia. In a way, he was right. This world is not as it used to be.

While you were thankful he saved you... you hated being in his arms. You didn't love him anymore, not with his behavior. Yet that same fixation saved your life....

For that... you feel you should be thankful.

But you can't stop crying.

Chris holding you tight is meant to feel nice. The affectionate circles he rubs on your back is meant to feel calming. Chris was your savior now.

Although back then he was your tormentor.

You weakly pull away, sitting on your knees and sobbing. Right now, you were confused. Should you feel happy? Should you still resent him?

Was this redeemable enough to tolerate him again?

"(Y/N)..."

You look towards him. Tears make your cheeks glisten in the light of the room. Chris frowns, reaching out to place a hand on your shoulder. In response you don't move.

"You're safe now... I'll keep you safe like I promised."

You sniff, looking away from him.

"...Am I?"

"Yes, you are. We traveled a long way to find you, (L/N)."

Sheva gives you a smile, completely unaware of the full past you and Chris share. How naive.... You can't blame her for trusting Chris.

At one point you did, giving him all the love he could've asked for.

"I'll take your word for it."

You're then pulled into Chris's chest again, fresh tears dripping onto your neck. You wanted to push him away... yet you couldn't bring yourself to do it.

Part of you missed this....

"Chris..." Sheva sighs, sensing your discomfort. "(Y/N)'s been through a lot, we need to go find Wesker."

"I don't want to leave again..."

"Wesker did this, Chris." Sheva continues, trying to get him off you. "Let's finish this... for (Y/N)."

That seemed to catch Chris's attention, the man pulling away and standing up. He wipes his eyes and looks down at you, the one he loves the most....

"(Y/N), stay safe. A safety team will pick you up."

Chris then smiles towards you. It starts loving... then distorts to unhinged. He was going to end this.

"Don't worry, we'll be fine... I'll serve you Wesker's head on a platter."

That threat echoes in your ears. While Chris walks away with Sheva, you're left with your skin crawling at his tone. He was so sinster....

You worry for Chris's mental health. He was bad before, now he's even worse. All this bioweapon nonsense was wearing his rational mind down.

Part of you wishes him luck. The other hopes you can finally part ways in peace. You have a feeling Chris would never leave your life until the end of it, however....

Love him or hate him... he still felt like part of you.

He saved you even after everything... now you don't think you can hate him fully.

He loves you, always will.

No matter what he does to keep you by him, morally correct or not, he's your only sense of normalcy.

Perhaps that's why you still love him... and he's obsessed with you.

You both wish for normalcy.

[itsjaywalkers]

hi laurie <3 how is your health? do you feel better?

there’s another big discourse about regulus character, what is ooc for him, what is not, was he right, did he deserve redemption or did he deserve to die as villain. you know, same old conversation, but it made me curious about your vision of his character! how do you view him in canon? do you think he was more morally dark than grey or more grey than dark? tell me everything please <3

hi lovely!! my health's fine, i'm completely recovered!! it was a tough week but i survived that stupid chest infection

oooooh u know i don't care about discourse but i love how u just brought it up to . turn it into a nice lil debate and ask about my portrayal of a character <333

we obviously don't get a lot about reg in canon but i think we get enough!! a couple of what could be core traits (since what we learn of him is all from sirius pov who's . quite biased) and some of his backstory!! so yes, he's kind of a blank slate of a character, which is incredibly fun when it comes to fanfiction but also . i truly believe there's a foundation here, even if a tiny unstable one yk??

anyways, to me, regulus is quite morally grey, but i don't think . he's more dark or more grey . the lovely kat (@messrsage) wrote a very interesting post about this a while ago, they talked about how the black brothers are both morally grey, and that sirius isn't more good or regulus more bad. they move up and down the spectrum, depending on who they keep as friends, on what influences them and their environment. i think the word kat used was morally fluid?? or something along those lines. and i absolutely agree!!

i don't believe sirius was better or inherently good. i just think that they had different responses for the same trauma. that they surrounded themselves by very different kinds of ppl. neither of them is in the right or in the wrong, yk?? they're both victims!! regulus thought that . obeying and listening to their parents and doing what he was told was the best course of action and there's nothing wrong with that

sirius implies that reg wasn't . capable of thinking on his own . that he was 'soft enough to believe them' (referring to their parents) which has always made me think that . despite reg definitely believing in blood supremacy and all that bullshit, at least for a while, it wasn't because he rationalised the whole thing all by himself and thought it was True and Right and Genuine, but that walburga and orion said this was how the world worked and he didn't think of questioning it. sirius did and look where that got him, right?? and besides, those are his parents, and despite how strict and cruel they can be sometimes, they love him, regulus knows they do, so why would they lie. i think he was comfortable, in a way, in the life that his parents made for him, and if not fighting back and agreeing with everything also stopped the abuse then even better

it's like the death eater thing. i'm sure his family had a lot to do with it!! and sure, it was also implied that reg had this weird nerdy fixation with voldemort, but i don't think that means . he was bad . voldemort was such a powerful wizard, and his family, or at least part of it, supported him and chose to follow him, so why wouldn't he find him interesting?? or even worthy of admiration?? he ended up betraying him and sacrificing himself the moment he realised what voldemort actually intended to do. besides, he was a fucking kid. people tend to forget that he was literally 16 when he joined the death eaters. and idk about u, but i was a fucking idiot at 16. not awful or anything, ofc, but i still did and said a lot of shit i'm not proud of, simply bc i didn't know better. but the thing is that i wasn't expected to!! bc again, i was just a kid!! doesn't excuse any of my mistakes, but i do think it's a fact that u gotta take into account when u try to judge someone

i think regulus wasn't a hero, but he wasn't a villain either. i think he was a terrified boy trying to survive. trying to make his family proud. and by the time he finally realised his mistake, it was too late. he still tried to fix his shit, and i think that matters. does that make him a good person?? nah, not really. but i think it makes him human

on a more surface level, my regulus is . proud . stubborn . spoiled . posh . mean in a non-targeted way, it's never personal to him (or not usually) and he's not trying to hurt anyone, it's just . a defence mechanism?? part of his personality, in a way. he isn't trying to be cruel on purpose. i think he's also a curious person, but it's a part of him he tends to ignore or supress, bc his parents don't like it. i think he's a follower and that he hates being the centre of attention, but at the same time, he's jealous of the way sirius seems to have everyone's eyes on him when he enters a room. he can be petty and resentful, but he's also shy and quiet and so very soft. it's a side of him that not a lot of ppl get to see, bc it's weak, but it's very much there, and i think that's the regulus that sirius knew most of his life. the regulus that he knew (or at least wanted to believe) was still there, which probably make him speak of him in such a . gentle way?? like yes, he called him an idiot but he has no qualms about cursing the rest of his family out, and he's pretty mean to all of them (with good reason) except andromeda and regulus. to me, that means he still loved his brother, and if sirius is still capable of . caring about regulus, at least to a certain degree, without even knowing about his change of heart . well . he couldn't have been that awful

there's also quite the debate about the kreacher thing, and whether reg was actually kind-hearted enough to believe and defend elves' rights or if it was simply the fact that it was kreacher, his house elf, and nothing else. personally, i don't think it matters that much. whatever his reason was, he still decided to betray voldermort over it, and tried to do the right thing, even tho the risk was High and he didn't know if he'd make it. that's what i believe says more about his character than what his exact tipping point was

and god i'm gonna shut up now, this turned out to be so ridiculously long i just . find regulus so interesting SORRY NONNIE😭

[literaryspinster]

Once again for the people in back…

I will never, ever, EVER give a fuck about race swapping, ever.

I don’t care what your reasoning is either, oh, you think Black people deserve original characters (we 100 percent have those but whatever), I think Black actors deserve to not get bullied for taking a coveted role.

Oh, you just care about accuracy? No the fuck you don’t, no adaptation is 100 percent accurate, no actor looks exactly the way the creator envisioned them (also I think the fixation on the most basic ass aesthetics that every other fictional character in existence has is frankly pathetic and sad).

You think it’s pandering? What do you call the fact that 95 percent of popular genre fiction written before a certain time was overwhelmingly white? And the ones that weren’t tended to get whitewashed in even fairly recent adaptations (*cough* Earthsea *cough*). If you want to be inclusive —which is not inherently bad! Wanting your adaptation to better appeal to nonwhite people isn’t wrong, it’s good business sense, and for some creators, simply the right thing to do— the only way to adapt certain fictional worlds is to change the race of a character or two or make up a character that wasn’t in the original lore, and neither tends to be taken all that well. But you still have the originals if you simply can’t deal with seeing too many unsightly negroes to the point where you have to do an internet about it, enjoy. Nobody owes you an adaptation in the first place, there’ll probably never be a Saga TV series and you don’t see me having a meltdown.

You think too many nonwhite people in one fictional realm is distracting? I’m begging you to unpack that.

Constant bitching isn’t making race swapping less of a thing either, the studios know you’re going to whine and they still do it, they might even do it BECAUSE they know you’re going to whine and want the free publicity. The only thing you’re accomplishing is annoying everyone outside of your dumb little bubble.

Now, do I think it’s always done well, not necessarily, Black characters get fucked over in general so why would race swapped characters be any different? Invincible, for example. Making the first love interest Black only to make her unlikable to a large percentage of the fandom wasn’t cool. But the problem wasn’t the race swapping, it was changing her personality to create unnecessary conflict rather than changing it in small ways to highlight her Blackness. You can bring up the change in character without mentioning race at all, but some people are so committed to racism that they simply can not do that.

In short, I don’t care what your grievances are, I just want to see talented Black actors getting big roles and getting paid.

[molina-fix]

30 Minute Fix ::: Squeeze

Uhm… Look… If you tell me you do not go absolutely feral over Otto's titties, I'm not going to believe you. Have you seen them?! So yeah, have this little 30 that I wrote in an effort to get back into writing. This is purely self-indulgent and I will not apologize for any bit of it.

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Summary: You want to squeeze Otto's titties.

Rated: M

Words: 722 words

Warnings: There be titties and titty grabbin' ahead y'all...

Other: GN!Reader, Otto's magnificent titties are shown the love they deserve

The Usual Note! This fic is part of the 30 Minute Fix series. This collection of ficlets is entirely random, all based on Alfred Molina’s characters, and are written in 30 minutes. These fics are meant to be writing practice or warm-ups more than anything else, kind of like an artist’s sketches. They have little to no plot, are entirely unrelated, and have gone through very little editing (no betas here!). You get to see the result of about 30 minutes of work.

Now with all that out of the way, I hope you enjoy the following low effort, low stress ficlet!

Or! Enjoy on AO3

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There is something about Otto's chest, that no matter how hard you try, you can't help but be drawn to it. It's not his near constant state of shirtlessness either, although a shirt would probably hinder your gaze (if not your imagination), for at least a little while. No, it's not his lack of a shirt that fuels your curiosity, but something else. 

Perhaps it's the plump, soft flesh of his body. You do always enjoy squeezing his chest, watching the little dips your fingers make. Then again, it may be the flapping of his coats as he moves around, teasing you with brief, frustrating glances at his exposed chest. All you get is a peek of chest, his nipples dark against his pale skin before the coat flaps fall back into place. 

It's not like Otto denies you either. He's quite generous when it comes to you exploring his body in any way you see fit. But no matter how many times you caress, massage, pinch, bite, or lick his chest, you just can't get enough. 

Which is how you find yourself in your current predicament. 

Otto is resting. 

He's not asleep, not yet, but if you don't bother him, eventually he'll succumb to his exhaustion. You want him to rest, really you do... He's been working so hard and so late recently. His eyes are dark from lack of rest, and he seems to carry a weight everywhere, worse even than that of the actuators attached to him. 

You're sitting next to him, snuggled into his side with his heavy arm wrapped around your waist and holding you close. Otto had only agreed to stop working when you told him all you wanted was to cuddle him for a little while. You promised you would let him get back to his work as soon as you got your fill. You both knew that was a lie, you would never tire of cuddling against the large man, but he'd rolled his eyes with a humored huff and has been cuddling you ever since. 

You really do want him to rest, but when he shifts a little bit, his coat falls open, exposing the smallest peek at the curve of his chest. 

You stare at the plump softness, eyes wide as you curl your fingers into a fist again and again. You shouldn't... he's almost asleep. But then again, the peek isn't enough. 

Looking up, you find Otto with his eyes closed. Surely, he won't mind if you move around just a little. 

He lets you move, loosening his arm and letting you get comfortable before gripping your waist tightly once more. You peek at him again, his eyes are still closed. Your arm is now free. 

Just a better peek... 

Otto doesn't move when you push his coat back a little more. Now you can see his chest unobstructed and it's not enough. 

You need more. 

Really, who gave the man the right to be this attractive? You can't help but reach out and gently dig your fingers into his chest. His skin is soft and warm. You try to keep the touch light, but the taste you allow yourself unlocks your hunger to grope at him, to fill your palm with his flesh. 

Fixated on squeezing him in your hand, pressing your palm into him, you don't notice him looking down at you until he very obviously clears his throat. 

Your hand freezes mid-squeeze as you look up. 

"What are you doing?" 

You bounce your eyes between his gaze and his chest. "Nothing. Just... couldn't help myself." You begin to take your hand back when his own comes up and catches your wrist. 

"Did I say you had to stop?" 

His words spur you on and you quickly reposition yourself for better access. Otto leans back as best he can, looking at you from beneath dark, hooded eyes. 

You squeeze and pinch at his chest, soon enough pulling back the other side of his coats to expose the rest of him and give him the same attention everywhere. 

But really, it's never enough. 

You need more. 

Squeezing him again, you look up at him. He's smiling in amusement, so you do the only thing you can think of. 

Bending your head, you lick your lips and bite his soft chest.

[ladylooch]

Been reading more about liv and luca and i looove themm 💜🥺

Love that he makes her feel seen and appreciated! I would love to know how they became lore intimate w eachothwr ❤️

So happy you are loving these two like I am 🥰🥰

Liv and Luca had been innocently watching a movie on his couch.

But two glasses of red wine had made her shoulders a little loose and her cheeks pink. She couldn't stop giggling at all the various innuendos that keep popping up between the main characters.

"Are you a lil drunk?" Luca chuckles, reaching for her glass.

"No!" She giggles back, tongue snaking out to run along her bottom teeth. Luca's brown eyes fixate on it, getting darker and hot. So hot Liv feels sweat beginning to form in her hairline.

"I think you are."

"Maybe."She drawls as she leans closer. She leans forward, giving Luca the perfect view of her cleavage as she sets her hands on his strong thigh. "The wine was good, but I wanna taste it in your mouth."

"Damn, Liv." Luca groans as she drops her lips to his. His hand moves from the middle of her back down to her ass, giving it a squeeze. He encourages her to toss her leg around to straddle his lap. He pulls her down, rolling her hips against his arousal. Her breathing hitches for a moment. Wow, the friction feels incredible. She closes her eyes, leaning her temple against his jaw as he works her into him more. She collapses into his movements, letting him use her. Wetness pools and meets the heat rising up from Luca.

"Liv?" Luca whispers. "Have you done this before?" Liv hesitates, then shakes her head no. "Have you done anything?" Again, her head says no.

Luca halts his actions, pressing her hips back onto his thighs so he can look at her face. Liv casts her eyes down, worried that her inexperience is a turn off. It's the opposite for Luca, but she looks so innocent and drunk right now, he doesn't want it like this. He takes one hand off her hip to grab her chin, nudging her gaze back to his.

"I don't want to push you into anything before you're ready."

"You're not." Liv insists.

"Okay, well tell me that before you've had two glasses of wine."

Liv would rather not. Luca is sweet and gentle, rubbing his thumb along her hip under her shirt. Liv sighs, falling off him and into her cushion on the couch. She crosses her arms. He's doing the right thing, of course. But Liv feels a little rejected.

"Hey." He wraps an arm around her shoulder, making her crash into his chest. He kisses the top of her head. "This is not because I don't want to. In fact, you can see how much I want to." He gestures for her to run her fingers along his bulging zipper. She does, delicately, achingly slow. She feels Luca melt beneath her touch. His nose presses into her scalp further. A slow smirk pulls Liv's lips to the side. "But you deserve better than a drunk first time." He kisses her lips. "I want you to feel everything.. and remember it too."

"I thought all hockey players were selfish sluts?"

"No, that's just your brother." Liv snorts out a laugh.

"He is such a slut." Liv chuckles, drawing hearts on Luca's thigh.

"Can you look at me, beautiful?" Liv's eyes meet his. "I'm dying for you. Literally. But on our terms."

"You're making it really easy to fall for you."

"You're gonna fall for me forever." He says, wrapping his fingers around the back of her neck to kiss the ever-loving fuck out of her.

[maya-matlin]

Have you ever watched a show that you think got every or at least almost every endgame ship wrong? This site is dragging me back down the Gossip Girl rabbit hole and I'm raging all over again at how in my opinion every endgame ship was a mistake!

Ugh, Gossip Girl is the primary example of this. The Dan/Serena and Chuck/Blair endgames bother me so much because it basically felt like they were spatting all over character growth and allowing the characters to end up with people who actually suited them in lieu of awkwardly shoving them back together with their high school sweethearts. Blair deserved better than reuniting with her abusive ex. Dan had clearly fallen more deeply in love with Blair than he'd ever been in love with Serena. For Serena, it's insulting and disappointing for her to still be so fixated on Dan all because he was "different" from the guys she grew up with from the upper east side. Dan/Blair and Nate/Serena made SO much sense. Both felt like adult relationships and seemed to bring out the best in all of the characters.

Otherwise, One Tree Hill. I don't even care. In a world where I could ignore real life dynamics, it should have been Brucas and Jeyton. It's the same story. Lucas and Peyton had outgrown their pretentious idea of having some unspoken connection based on shallow things and found real love with Brooke and Jake. Lucas was all in with Brooke. Even after breaking up with her, he wasn't leaning towards Peyton until after having an extremely inorganic moment of clarity.

Dishonorable mention goes to Riverdale, a show that totally chickened out of making ANY decision. Even though I personally view Betty and Jughead as endgame in the afterlife, the show did all they could to do nothing substantial during the majority of seasons 5-7.

[acourtofthought]

You seem like a fair and kind person to me, plus you do a lot for this fandom; we're lucky to have you, and you deserve the compliments! Also I wanted to add that the az-luc theory was nice to hear bc it made the whole situation b/w them less “teen drama” I feel like a lot of the times the explanations given for the tension among the 3 of them are oversimplified. And although it’s not bad thing when guys fighting over a girl, it seems out of place in this series. Idk how to explain it exactly, but yeah it just seems so random snd doesn't make sense for this situation?

Thank you again!! 😊

I agree (with the rest of your message, I wasn't saying I agree with be deserving compliments though I greatly appreciate them 😂)

I think some treat the Az / Lucien setup as if it's really not a big thing but it's so out of character for two of the good guys in the series and the animosity Az has for Lucien has been mentioned enough times that it doesn't feel like they're simply going to shake hands in the next book and walk away without further explanation. SJM has made Az's dislike of Lucien a pretty big plot-point.

It's hotly debated but I honestly don't think Az was romantically interested in Elain until Solstice of MAF. I think he was protective before that because to him she seemed to be someone in need of protecting but he was relieved not to have to get her a gift and while she was in the room with him at Solstice, he stared at Mor with heat and yearning. You just don't do that if you're interested in another female at that moment.

But he was pissy about Lucien before Solstice:

"Send Lucien then. As our human emissary." (Az said this line)

After saying it, Rhys takes note of: "I studied the tenseness in Azriel's shoulders, the shadows veiling half of him from the sunlight."

He also says: "I don't make a point of looking after his movements" and: Azriel's Siphons guttered, the stones turning as dark and foreboding as the deepest sea. "Where did Lucien go"

After that last line Rhys is a bit taken back Az's tone and the way he basically demands an answer.

When Rhys asks Az if he thinks Lucien can handle being around Graysen, Az adopts an expressionless face and says "Why should I be the judge of that?".

And Rhys thinks again on how Az is giving absolutely no emotion away.

This can't be about Elain, he's still lusting after Mor. He's either mad about the fact that Lucien was "worthy" of a bond (regardless of who it was with) or mad that Rhys is looking to Lucien for information where Az used to be the go to person.

And of course after Solstice Az gets fixated on how Elain gave him and gift (which he opened after blushing, lusting over Mor) but didn't give one to Lucien and suddenly Az is caught up in his thoughts of Elain and his anger towards Lucien has progressed to him really not giving shit about Lucien at all, to the point that he's annoyed to have to ask him for help in Spring, thinks he's not good enough and doesn't care that he's casually talking about killing him.

I mean....what?!?

There's deeper emotions going on when it comes to how Az feels about Lucien that I don't think has anything to do with Elain and I kind of like the idea of it echoing whatever fallout may have existed between Fionn and his best friend, maybe some sort of jealousy that drove (Pelias?) to kill him.

That whole "history repeating itself but we'll do better than our ancestors" is always a good trope in books. And I think it was the TOG series that said something along these lines but maybe I'm thinking of something else entirely, "all the original players have returned". Which adds up to there being key people thousands of years ago that made mistakes which led to bad things happening and now, all those that were once connected to the originals have come together to succeed where they failed.

I don't know, it would make this whole setup a big more grand and purposeful and would be something more exciting to sort out instead of having a fan favorite MMC go down a path where he's being a dick to Lucien all on his own for absolutely no reason that's important to the story aside from being mad that he's not getting what others are getting. Having their setup be an echo of history somewhat takes the focus off Az's childish behavior and puts the focus on the bigger story.

[nonasemporium]

for the character meme: pyrrha or a character of your choice if you've gotten her already! < 3

send me a character [Pyrrha] and i’ll list:

favorite thing about them: I love how much she loves disasters. I love her fixation on devotion and self-destruction, that she sees people willing to burn and she's weak to it, that it has trapped her in a cycle of agony but she can't seem to help that she's still drawn to it. That she maybe thinks she deserves to be in that cycle.

least favorite thing about them: Was a cop. L. Hate that for her. A super cop, in fact, and an absolutely hypocrite for it. Queen, please, stop playing FBI and put yourself full-force into putting your energy towards righting the wrongs you participated in very actively, lol.

favorite line: Spent a long minute and muled over many, including the way she talks about Wake/trying to make Wake love her, the way she clearly longs for Gideon as a child, the way she interacts with Nona, even the line where she's called out for playing family, but I settled with: "I've loved you two," she said. "Not well. Not even wholesomely. I don't have it in me. But I've loved you--in a better world I'd be able to say, 'Like you were my own,' but I don't know what that would even mean anymore. You've been my agents... you've been stand-ins for something I haven't had for longer than either of you can understand. Which is why I'm saying--don't do this. Please, don't do this."

brOTP: Tbh, I don't know if Pyrrha knows how to have this, lmao. She's always going to bleed weird boundaries across her relationships. I guess G1deon, honestly, because no matter how their relationship is, no matter if he reciprocates the way she is, it's very important to me that they have a bond that remains powerful despite its nature.

OTP: Together: G1deon, Wake, Pyrrha. I knows that's three, but again I actually don't know if I see Pyrrha being only in a "pair." I think she has a hunger that stretches a bit outside of that limit, though I will say Wake was so clearly so large and consuming in where she fit in there that Pyrrha's eyes were very fixated on her, but that fixation did not stop her from still entangling G1deon into it or focusing on how G1deon was a part of it.

nOTP: Sorry, queen, I don't support you chicken hawking. But at least that's canonical. Put her with Augustine or John and it's on sight, gives me the ick.

random headcanon: I think she has a habit of being drawn to men that figure out they're not men, but that she identified as bisexual even if it keeps happening. I just think it's funny to picture her being attracted to a man and then the man going "actually..."

unpopular opinion: Apparently that she's bisexual. Other unpopular opinion on her is that she in fact waits too long to act, that her actions are out of self-interest, and that her struggles with boundaries are not only destructive to herself but to all the people she has her confusing interactions with. This woman is an absolute wreck, love her.

song i associate with them: 'It Will Come Back' by Hozier.

favorite picture of them: I'm going to leave this unanswered. I've seen some I like, but since a specific one did not jump to mind and I've already spent a minute on this, I think I'm going to leave it before I spend another hour searching, lol.

[rebuke-me]

also POV for the other ask game !

POV : something that’s already happened, retold from another character’s perspective

uhh i don't have anything published that i can think of for this but i'll do something from my piano prodigy au!! it. got a little long. whoops.

Jake was pretty damn sure that Jeremiah Heere hated him. Which was pretty fair, all things considered. What he didn't think was fair was the fact that the guy was fucking cheating.

Jake should've won the competition. He really should've. But he'd seen Jeremy's mother whispering something to the judges, and then Jeremy had fucking won. His head was clouded, and he didn't care what the other thought of him anymore.

He really didn't mean to shove the guy as hard as he did. But Jeremy was lighter than he’d expected him to be. He hoped that his head hitting the wall didn’t feel as bad as it sounded. Shit. His hands balled in the lapels of the other’s jacket, which felt a little threadbare underneath his fingers.

He could feel everything bubbling over, even though his hands shook like an earthquake, and he felt like punching the kid. He looked punchable. He really did. “The hell do you think you’re playing at?” He spat, pressing his fists closer to the other’s chest. Jeremy’s heart was pounding. 

The guy’s cheeks went red, and Jake could practically feel the heat radiating off of him. “What- are you talking about?” He gasped out, his breath cold and minty on Jake’s face. 

Jake searched Jeremy’s face. Something in his mind was catching on all the wrong details. Slicked back curls, but the evidence of something not quite perfect in the way his hair fell into his forehead, like no amount of gel could hold it back. The oddly arch look. God, he was so fucking smug. “You must have bribed the judges. That was my win, I deserved that win!” 

God, he felt like a leaf on a tree. If he didn’t get this out soon, he’d kick this kids ass and ruin his suit jacket, and get them both disqualified. 

“You- I didn’t do that, okay?” Jeremy’s voice grated on his nerves. For a kid who was so fucking good at piano, Jake wanted him to shut up. “Why the hell would I bribe the judges?” 

Jake had to almost laugh. Why wouldn’t he? He was so fixated on his fucking wins, the prize money, the way he only ever saw the dude smile when he won. And even then, it was a smug little half smile. “Because of course you would.” He couldn’t stop the anger from leaking into his voice. 

“Why would I?” The boy snapped, his blue eyes flashing. “I’m doing just fine with skill alone.” 

Oh, he didn’t. “Oh, right-” He started, sarcastic to the core, before his ears picked up footsteps near him. He pushed the other closer to the wall, leaning closer. He was taller than Jeremy, which he hadn’t really thought of until just then. The way the other looked up at him sent a weird sort of thrill through his mind, and he spat out the first thing he could think of. “You’re not better than me. I’ll show you.” 

Then he pushed Jeremy away, careful not to let the guy’s head hit the wall again, storming off. He ran his hand over his hair, wondering why the fuck he felt his own cheeks going red and his heart pounding. God. He needed to calm the fuck down. And stop thinking about that stupid ginger prodigy who was too good for everyone. 

[momotonescreaming]

Just wanted to send a quick anon note of encouragement since it sounded like you needed it. I don't have any real advice on how to write faster or to be satisfied with your creations since I struggle with that too, but please know that you are already an amazing writer and the works you've shared (both finished and unfinished) have caused your readers to experience the full breadth of human emotions as they empathize with your characters.

Your stories are memorable, you give others great advice, you have amazingly well thought out analyses of character's motives, and we're all lucky to have you playing in our fandom-sandbox.

Again, this may not be that helpful, but if you're starting to fixate on one problematic part, remember that it's only one portion of the whole and your audience will never know that that section wasn't entirely to your liking. Taking a long break/sleeping on it could also help. You might think of better ways to phrase things when you're not obsessing over it or even just reading what you've written with fresh eyes might reveal that it wasn't as "bad" as you may have thought--you might even like it.

The key thing is to have fun creating, take a break if needed, and know with certainty that your writing already brings joy to so many people.

Kudos times 1000, because you deserve it.

Anon, you have me at a loss for words. I was not expecting to actually receive a comment or an ask or anything when I sent my vent post into the void, but I'm grateful you did 💜 I read your ask, slept on it, went to work, came home, and read your ask again. A part of me was tempted to keep it in my inbox, so I could go back to it whenever I needed.

Turns out I'm actually struggling a lot more with my writing than I thought I was, and then I was struggling with the fact I was struggling. Whoops 😅 So your ask came at just the right time. I really needed it anon, thank you 💜

It's really easy to forget that writing - especially fanfiction - is for fun and connection and not content. That I do this because I love it. And hearing that you, that other people actually like the things I create makes it all the better 💜I'm not just struggling only to shout into the void. Half the fun of fandom and fanfiction is connection, that there are other people out there on the same wavelength. That they like what I think and what I make. It's also nice to get a reminder that it's okay to take a break, to not rush. I can take my time. It's hard, to not give into the pressure and the worry about "keeping up" but I think I'm gonna try and find the fun again. Not to sound like a self help book or anything.

I think this is my sign I need to take a break, have a rest, and come back to writing with fresh eyes. I feel a little bit like a broken record here, but thank you 💜

[notalkingbusiness]

Kitchen Nightmares

A 2022 TV report by the Geena Davis Institute found that female caregivers were doing one-third more on-screen caregiving tasks (such as cooking, cleaning, laundry, play) than male caregivers (page 5).

So, Carol has to look after the kids whilst Daryl and Aaron are away.  Fine.  

But do we need to see her cooking again?  Why would the writers double down on gender stereotypes?  Why does this scene need to take place in a kitchen?

If you are going to give Carol a kitchen scene, elevate it à la Diverged.  Sure, Carol’s making soup for a good chunk of the runtime, but the whole episode is a character study: Carol’s fixation with the soup says so much about her headspace after her fight with Daryl. Maybe my memory’s foggy, but I don’t remember other instances of Carol cooking in Seasons 9-10 (Kang’s era)? I know we had two instances of Daryl cooking on screen (we had the not-so-yummy snake stew and the breakfast in Carol’s dream).  Basically, Kang makes her kitchen scenes interesting, and I don’t think they’re thrown in randomly.  

I can’t say the same for Gimple.  Gimple leaned hard into Kitchen!Carol! during his time as showrunner, particularly in Seasons 4-6.  The overwhelming majority of these scenes felt surface level to me, it’s just having Carol in the kitchen again rather than using the kitchen scenes meaningfully.  It’s incredibly frustrating that AMC keep using Kitchen!Carol! in their promos - they use the clip of her with the beetroot cookies a nauseating amount.  Why do they keep going back to this clip? Why can’t we see Carol being inspiring, or funny, or badass instead?  

If Carol’s sudden relegation to the kitchen/bakery seems weird in Season 11, that’s because it is weird.  It’s oh-so-curious that TWD is going backwards in so many ways. I wonder who might be responsible for these horrible shifts in quality, tone, and representation?

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Carol deserves better.  Melissa McBride deserves better.

P.S. The Geena Davis report is called This Is Us? and you can find the report here - https://seejane.org/research-informs-empowers/this-is-us-how-tv-does-and-doesnt-get-mens-caregiving.  It’s worth a read and it’s far from being all doom and gloom.  We’ve got a long way to go, but things are getting better. It’s just disappointing that TWD is regressing in terms of representation.