#echo-violet rambles

[just-fear-the-simp]

guess whos doing a book report on "For The Forgotten Ones!"

[scorpioriesling]

Can you make one where y/n is xaden's sister (obviously) and she is in a relationship with garrick (which xaden approves of) and they both got into a fight because Garrick is too strict in his role of being Xaden's right hand man and also violets new appointed bodyguard and doesn't give her enough time (she's also pregnant and she's hiding it from all of them) and one day there will be a slip up and Xaden is the first to find out she's pregnant. You can make it however you like from here

Can you make it super angsty in the beginning and a very fluffy ending?? Please (not being anonymous because you already know I am going to make a request lol)

Go Easy On Me

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Pairing(s): Garrick x reader

Warning(s): angst, fluff, mentions of pregnancy and violence

Summary: You didn't figure your brother's girlfriend would turn to you with the bigges secret of her life; but, you knew from that point on, you'd do what needed to be done to protect her and it.

SR’s Note: Guys this turned out so FKN CUTE OMG, who knew I could still write things other than just smut? All jokes, all jokes; but seriously, you're gonna love this one. Maybe not as much as me though.

Tags: @mellowmusings @rcarbo1 @lilah-asteria @kitsunetori @velarisdusk @nctsawrus @lreadsstuff @freakishfandomfiend @desprrssooo-espresssooooo

(inbox me or comment if you'd like to be added!)

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Your brow furrowed as you approached the training room, hearing thr loud shouting from inside. Pushing the door open, you realized it was more grunting than shouting; and sure enough, it was coming from just who you thought.

"Harder, Sorrengail!"

You watched as your brother's girlfriend threw another punch at your boyfriend, who stood more than an entire head taller than her. Her clenched fist connected with his gloved hands, and the sound of skin-meeting-mat echoed in the otherwise empty training room.

"You're not using your upper body. You have to use your upper body like I told you-"

"I'm using all I've got!"

You flinched as her angry words filled the space, raising your eyebrows at her defiance. You swallowed, only anticipating what your boyfriend would say next to her. You figured he'd get all moody, like he always did; but, instead, he just sighed and lowered his mits.

"We'll resume tomorrow." He said, his chin dipping as he yanked the gloves off. Violet's shoulders shook as she inhaled, over and over as though she was gasping for air. You gazed on pitifully as she stalked off the mat, only now noticing you leaned up against the wall.

"Riorson," she greeted, and you smiled casually.

"Sorrengail." She sighed, and you flicked your eyes toward the hallway. "Do we need to chat?"

Her eyes widened before she nodded, pressing open the door to the hall. You glanced back at Garrick, then followde her out when you confirmed he was still putting training equipment away.

She walked a few feet from the training room entrance and sighed, leaning against the wall. Your mouth turned down as you anxiously waited for her to start talking.

"I'm so glad you always listen to me ramble," she began, setting her hands on her knees and leaning forward. "Not that Xaden isn't a good listener, but... he just has no idea."

You allow her to finish before you speak.

"Hey, I mean... I totally get it. I grew up with the guy," you chuckle. She looks up, her eyes meeting yours as you continue. "But, that doesn't mean he can't be talked to."

She nods. "Right, right."

You wait a few beats before pressing further. "Is there... something you need to talk about?"

She lets out a long breath as her thumb and forefinger move to pinch the bridge of her nose.

"Well... yes. There is one thing."

✧･ﾟ: *

You met up with Garrick after he left the training room, opting to walk back with him to his dorm instead of facing boredom in your own. You'd always preferred his dorm to your own; his was more spacious, darker in color, and without a roommate.

"I'm just saying she needs to listen if she's going to be ready for battle," he drones on, and for what feels like the hundredth time, you roll your eyes.

"Garrick, I get it -- as her bodyguard, and Xaden's right hand man, you want her to perform at a certain level-"

"Yeah, a level I know she can get to. You did -- why should it be any different for her?" He says, looking sidelong at you. The setting sun cast and orangey glow across the panes of his face, and you couldn't help but admire.

After a few beats of silence, you made sure to choose your words carefully.

"Garrick; I appreciate all you do, and so does my brother -- and I think you know that," you say, your fingers reaching for his as you continue the walk. "All I'm saying is... we never know what people have going on in their personal lives, so, maybe... cut her some slack?"

He huffs a laugh, his fingers squeezing and releasing yours.

"What else would she have going on right now? There's so much work to be done in preparation; and I don't think your brother hired me to 'take it easy' on his girlfriend," he argued. You sighed, dropping his hand in favor of crossing your arms. "What, did he tell you something I should know about?"

You turned to him and glared. "No, he did not -- and even if he did, it wouldn't be my place to air it all out to you. You're his friend and Violet's bodyguard -- not mine."

You stomped angrily toward the dorm building, your brooding boyfriend trailing behind. When you reached the entrance, your fingers closed arond the door handle, and Garrick's fingers gently laid atop yours on it.

"No, I'm not your bodyguard," he said softly. You turned to face him, and your heart clenched at his pained expression. "But, I am your boyfriend, and I'd protect you as though I was."

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"Riorson, let's go."

Professor Emmetario called you forward, and you awaited the announcement of your personal trainer for the day. Usually, he'd partner you and Imogen -- but, with her gone on a mission, you were curious who you'd get.

"Tavis, take the mat."

Your brows rose as your boyfriend stalked toward you, a surprised expression on his face.

"Bit of a conflict of interest, but... I'll allow it this once." Emmetario gave you a knowing smile, and you simply shrugged.

It was quiet for a few moments, you and your boyfriend gazing at one another. The only sounds around you were the other older cadets training with the younger ones. He broke the silence a few beats later.

"I suppose we'll start with daggers this morning," he said. You smirked.

"Oh come on, Garrick -- give me a challenge."

He rolled his eyes.

"Just grab what you need and don't sass me, Riorson. Gods, you sound so much like your brother."

A smile crept onto your face at that as you took a few of your favorite blades from the rack, making your way toward the target boards. Flipping a few over in your hands, you glanced sidelong at Garrick.

"No Violet, today?" Usually, Emmetario would keep training partners the same; the only real difference today were a few riders missing that had gone on the mission. Garrick shrugged.

"She told me this morning she needed to stay in bed; sick or something," he guessed. Your heart sank as you remembered what she'd discussed with you last week, her secret she entrusted you with. Your breathing hollowed as you worked to maintain your composure; but, as always, your boyfriend clocked that something was off.

"Is everything okay?" He asks softly, moving to stand directly before you. "Because if there's something I need to know-"

"No! No Garrick, it's fine." You said sharply. He flinched as though you'd just slapped him, his brows narrowing before he took a deep breath.

"Fine, fine. But you know if there is something... Xaden did trust me to look after her while he's gone. So... if there is something I should know, you need to tell me." He said sternly. You nudged his chest, recentering yourself before the human-shaped targets ahead.

"Right, yeah -- can I get to throwing these now?" You said. Garrick leveled a look at you before sucking in a large gust of air, moving aside to allow you to throw.

"Have at it."

The first two daggers hit on either side of the target's chest, but you began to lose focus as you attempted to aim for the shape's stomach.

Violet. Violet. Violet.

Your brow furrowed as you launched the blade, however it struck just outside the body's outline. Sighing, you threw another.

Miss.

And another.

Miss again.

You growled in frustration as you trudged toward the targets, bending to yank the sharps from the wood. When you returned back to your position, Garrick pushed off the wall and walked up to you.

"I see you're having struggles," he said calmly, his abdomen pressing against your back. His hands slid down your arms to cover your fingers with his, gripping the blade as one.

"You'll want to keep your arm close to you when you throw," he explained, drawing your arm back with his. "And, keep your core engaged so your aim rings true."

Your breathing hitched as his other hand wrapped around your midsection, pressing against your lower stomach. You were pressed flat against him now; and even after all this time, the feeling still gave you butterflies.

"Alright, draw back..." he pulled your arm up.

"And, release."

You flung the dagger, and sure enough -- it landed right in the center of the target. He chuckled, leaning down to kiss your forehead. You felt a pang of excitement, but your stomach sank when you thought about Violet again.

"Nice!" He congradulated, his hands releasing you. He backed up, playfully swatting your butt before folding his muscled arms over his chest. Your head swiveled to look at him in shock, but he only grinned at you.

"Garrick!"

"Now you try," he encouraged, his gaze only faltering from your face for a second as his gaze ran over the length of your body. You scowled, though your mind had fully come back to the present.

"If I keep getting this treatment," you taunted. "Maybe I'll mess up every time."

He rolled his eyes, shaking his head as a small smile spread across his lips. You liked seeing him like this; happy, unassuming, calm. Such an opposition to the usually tough and demanding demeanor he used with Violet.

You reared your arm back, breath wooshing from you when you let go of the handle. Sure enough -- the blade splintered the wood right alongside your previous throw.

Garrick nodded in approval, clapping loudly twice.

"Now that's my girl."

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Garrick paced back and forth in his dorm as he awaited Xaden's arrival. You could tell he was anxious; but, no matter how many times you tried to get him to sit beside you on the bed, he declined.

"He's gonna be pissed. Surely pissed," he mumbled, his fingers rubbing his chin. You sighed, running your fingers through your undone braid.

"You don't know that," you said softly. Garrick glanced at you, huffing.

"He left me in charge of Violet for the time being, and she's spent more time alone in her dorm than training and preparing like he asked for," he rants, his steps increading in speed. "Not to mention, it's been going on for weeks now. So yeah... I'm sure your brother will be more than pissed off."

In that moment, the door to the slepeing quarters opened. Your brother stood in the doorway, the light bending around him as he stepped through. You instantly hopped from the bed, trotting over and throwing your arms around your big brother.

"Xaden!" You chirped excitedly as he squeezed you with enough force to crush your ribs. "I'm so glad you're okay."

He pulled back, smiling grimly.

"Physically I am more than alright -- it was being out on the isle for a month and a half that did me in," he explained, running a hand through his hair.

"Bet you got a nice tan though, didn't you?" Garrick teased, and Xaden quickly crossed the room to him. He pulled him in, clapping him on the back as he laughed.

"Oh, the best tan," he joked back, and you re-took your position on Garrick's bed. Your brother glanced around the room, leveling a confused look on his best friend.

"Say... where's Vi?"

Garrick's brows knit in confusion.

"You haven't seen her yet?"

Xaden's face went placid.

"No... figured she'd be here. With you."

Garrick sighed, rubbing a hand over his face.

"Well, that's actually what I needed to talk to you about."

Xaden's brow rose a fraction of an inch, and he folded his arms.

"So talk. Did something happen to her?"

Garrick laughed dryly. "I thought maybe you'd know -- don't you guys have that, weird, mind-to-mind thing?"

Xaden huffed, beginning to pace himself.

"Yeah, but it's been cut off for weeks. Being outside the wards didn't help, but she definately has her shields up... I haven't been able to figure out why," he explains. Garrick shrugs, shaking his head.

"I don't know man, she's been hiding out in her room, missing classes and training, and-"

"Wait. She's been missing classes?" Xaden asks, alarm creeping into his voice. "What the Hell do you mean?"

Garrick shrugs. "Exactly what I just said. She's been sleeping more, not coming to training days, barely leaving her dorm-"

"And you didn't think any of this was worthy of telling me?" Your brothers voice rose in octive as he halted his pacing. Garrick tutted.

"How was I supposed to get that message to you when you were outside the wards?" Garrick asked in exasperation. "If you recall, I dont have a mind-to-mind pathway like you and Violet do; I'm not linked to you in that way, thank God." He muttered the last part. You hopped off the bed when Xaden grabbed his bets friend by the shirt collar, getting in his face.

"I don't give a fuck how you got it to me, I should've known that-"

"Hey! Stop, stop," you interjected, wiggling between the two in an attempt at a separation. Xaden's grip on Garrick loosened a bit, but Garrick stared back at him with nothing short of unfiltered rage. You put both hands on your brother's chest, shoving him back to a point where he was forced to release his hold on Garrick. He staggered to regain his balance, still glaring at your brother.

You turned to him, peering up into those usually wonderful brown eyes.

"Garrick, hey -- let me try and talk to him for a second, okay?"

Garrick's face softened as he looked down at you, the warmth returning to his hard stare. You brushed your fingers along his forearm, and pressed onto your tip toes to kiss his cheek.

"Just give me a few minutes?"

He sighed, shaking his head slowly before agreeing.

"Fine. But I'll be just outside."

You nodded as he stalked toward the door, yanking it open while he grumbled and griped about being kicked out of his own dorm. Xaden however, regained a leash on his rage, masking it in his usual lethal calm.

Turning to him, you sighed.

"Did you really feel the need to do all that?"

He scoffed, looking at the wall.

"Deserved it."

You rolled your eyes, walking closer to him.

"You don't really think Garrick of all people deserves the other end of your fury." You reasoned, and your brother finally looked at you.

"You'd understand if it was him in danger, and the person you sent to watch after him was-"

"He's not just a person, Xaden. He's your best friend," you pleaded. "You aren't really mad at him, are you? This is about Violet -- not the two of you."

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair once more. "Yeah, it is. But he's supposed to be helping me, and in doing that he shouldn't be letting her rot away in her room but instead making her stronger-"

"Wait. Who said anything about rotting away?" You asked. Xaden's eyes widened.

"Garrick did, genius! He literally just said she's missing classes and avoiding training to sit alone in her bed all the time," he gripes, throwing his hands wide. "What the Hell else am I supposed to think?"

You frowned at him. "I think you put way too much on him; again, he's your best friend. Not your soldier," you reason, which seems to only ignite your brother more.

"Exactly! Which is why I trust him this; I trust him with you, I trusted him with Violet-"

"Again, friend. Not employee."

Xaden's jaw ticked. "Of course you'd defend his actions; you're so caught up in what the two of you have, you don't think twice how it could affect me-"

You breathed out sharply, waving your arms in anger.

"Xaden, if you'd just shut up for one single second and look at what you have, you'd realize that what your girlfriend needs right now is not to be pushed to the fucking brink at training, it's a supportive boyfriend that puts his girlfriend and their baby's needs above everything else!" You said with a shout.

The room fell absolutely silent.

Your brother stared at you.

Heaving, you stared back.

His eyes glazed over, as though he was processing everything you just divulged to him.

You gulped, lowering your arms as regret sank in and you realized what you just confessed. A rash of angry red spread across your chest as panic gripped your gut with it's long talons, squeezing and twisting every organ inside of you.

Xaden's gaze refocused, and he looked to you in shame.

"She's... pregnant?" He asked, his voice just above a whisper. Tears stung the back of your eyes as you nodded, stepping toward him to place a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"I... Xaden, I didn't mean for you to find out this way, oh Gods," a single tear fell, and your brother's eyes locked onto it as it slid down your cheek. He reached up, wiping it away before pulling you into a somber embrace.

"She's... pregnant," he said slowly, processing the gravity of the words. A small sob racked your body as you cried against your brother's flight jacket. He reached up, petting the back of your head affectionately. The two of you stood there in the quiet, the only noises being your little cries as you worked to regain your composure. When he pulled back, holding you at arm's length, you looked to him through teary eyes.

"Y/N... I don't even know what to say," he said, his own eyes glassy. "How long have you known?"

You sniffled, wiping your nose with your sleeve.

"Right after you left, I think she... found out, and told me and... I know she wanted to tell you herself, and now I've gone and ruined it-"

He pulled you in again as another sob escaped your throat, wrapping his arms completely around you in an attempt to calm you down.

"Hey, hey, you ruined nothing Y/N," he soothed, rubbing a hand down your back. "I'm glad she felt comfortable sharing that with you, especially with me not beign here for her."

His saddened tone forced you to stand upright once more, and looking up at him you saw only regret in his stare.

"Xaden -- you can't blame yourself for doing your duty," you expressed. "Besides, you're here now, shouldn't you go to her? Talk about it?"

He nodded slowly, pulling you in one last time for an embrace.

"You've always been the wise one, you know that?" He chuckled, resting his chin atop your head. "Pisses me off a bit that you're the younger sibling; but, I'll get over it."

You laughed a watery laugh, sniffling as you pulled away from him. Your hand wrapped securely around his elbow, and you pulled him toward the doorway.

"C'mon, lets go see this new momma."

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8 Months Later

"Okay, okay -- please just be careful with her head," Violet worries as Xaden hands the tiny pink bundle off to his best friend. The overhead lights have been turned off, per Violet's request; as well as the cutrains drawn, allowing in the natual sunlight to illuminate the room.

"I got it, I got it," Garrick assures, placing his hands just beneath the baby's head and back. He brings her close to his chest, snuggling and cooing down at her.

"Just like we practiced," he glances to you, and you give him a wink. Just like we practiced.

"So, have you guys chosen a name yet?" You asked, the intrigue eating away at you at the lack of knowing. Garrick rocked the little girl in his arms, smiling down at her. You looked to your brother, who watched on with wet eyes at the sight. Violet, however turned to you.

"Well, we were thinking something that held meaning to the both of us," she explained, and suddenly the tiny girl began to cry. Garrick's eyes widened in shock as he looked between the three of you.

"I did nothing! I swear!"

You chuckled as you rose from the small sofa, striding toward him to take the precious thing. Her wails tapered off, only small sniffles crinkling that precious face. Garrick passed her with utmost care, and you held her securely in your arms.

"She must prefer her aunt to her uncle," Xaden teases, and Garrick rolls his eyes.

"Or, she's like me and prefer's Y/N's touch."

You grin at him, and he kisses the top of your head as his fingers trail along your spine. You remain focused on the little one, watchign as her brows unforrow and she falls steadily back to sleep.

"Anyway," Violet continues, drawing the attention in the room back to her words. "We feel like we've come up with a good one."

Garrick shrugs. "Let's hear it."

Xaden smiles as he watches you with his daughter, realizing how lucky he is to have three of the most special girls in his life be right within his little family. Violet looks to him, encouraging him to announce the name.

"We're going to call her, Y/N Mira Riorson."

Your heart clenches as you look up, your eyes brimming with emotion. Xaden and Violet look thoughtfully to you, and a single tear slips free when you gaze back down at the wonderful little thing.

"Y/N," you say quietly, brushing her soft little cheek with your finger. "It's so nice to finally meet you."

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[jinxsfavv]

Pt.2 of loser vi with mean reader. This time we're MUNCHINGGGG. In honor of @fairexy78

Warnings: sub!vi, oral(vi receiving), implied taller reader, no implied race or weight

After you fucked Vi senseless, you lean down to plant a kiss on her swollen lips. You take the handcuffs off and she winces in pain. "Sorry baby" you pout, rubbing her sore wrists. She wraps her arms around your waist, holding you close. You press kisses all over her flushed face as she hums in content.

"How 'bout a shower baby?" You offer. She nods weakly and you almost laugh. You rise off her strap and take it off. You lead her to the bathroom, guiding her to sit on the toilet seat as you get the shower ready. Once its nice and hot, you pull her in.

She sighs as the hot, steamy water hits her. As you're cleaning her up, she looks up at you with those god forsaken puppy eyes. You catch on quickly.

"Really? Again?" You cant help but smirk. She whines in embarrassment. You giggle and push her back against the shower wall. You press yourself closer to her and plant kisses on her neck. You go down, down, down alllllll the way until you reach her tummy.

You look up at her and she's biting her lip, waiting for you to continue. She would tell you to stop teasing but she's a good girl and knows to wait for you. You take notice of this and smile. You run your hands up her thighs and under, grabbing a fistful of her ass and bringing her closer to your mouth.

As you lick your first stripe up her soaking cunt, she throws her head back and whimpers. You smile once more before sucking her swollen clit into your mouth, all the while you're looking up at her pretty face. Her eyebrows are furrowed, mouth slightly open, and eyes shut tight.

"Look at me" you demand, and she immediately follows. She looks down at you and in response, you suck harder. You're eating her like a starved woman and shes whining like a kicked puppy. She's getting close now. She grabs onto the top of your head, trying to ground herself but her wobbly legs give her away.

"You can cum Violet. C'mon. Cum in my mouth baby. Give it to me" you ramble as her whines get louder, echoing off the bathroom walls. She ruts her hips against your face until she falls apart. She moans loudly and presses your face deeper into her cunt.

Once she's come down, you stand and cup her face with your hands. You press a soft kiss against her lips and whisper, "You did so good baby. Always so good for me" she sighs and presses her forehead against yours. "Love you" she whispers. You smile. "Love you too baby"

you finish cleaning her up and guide her out of the shower, into the bedroom, and onto the bed. You pick out some pajamas for the both of you and settle into bed. She lays her head on your chest and wraps her arms around your torso like a koala. You press one last kiss to her forehead, whispering a goodnight and one more i love you before she drifts off to sleep.

[just-fear-the-simp]

*stares respectfully*

my hand has been feeling a lil better, and so i'm slowly getting back to drawing! (still taking it easy tho)

so here, take a lil nightmare doodle i did today! :3

[phoenixeclipse-lmkau]

Pirate au! Birth

Reader has a cub.

Screams had echoed through the room for hours. Tears welling in your eyes as you pushed through the pain. The pain of giving birth.

Nothing you had experienced before even compared to the pain of giving birth to your son. Not the pain of blades, punches or whips, absolutely nothing could compare.

Your body ached from hours of pushing and your throat was sore from screaming. Nearly a half a day had already passed and you still couldn’t hold your precious baby. The one person you already knew you’d be willing to die for.

Another scream ripped out of you as you gripped the sheets below you, tearing the fabric apart. Sobbing in pain you just wanted it to be over, to be over so you could hold your baby.

“Just one more push,” the dragon woman said, one of Ao Lie’s people.

You screamed again before finally, finally you heard that beautiful cry. Your vision blurred as you let your head fall onto the pillows under you. Your hair fanning out around your head as you held back another sob, your baby was here and he is alive.

The nurse rushed to your side holding a small, delicate baby monkey demon. “Congratulations he’s a healthy baby boy,” your nurse spoke cheerfully as she handed the bundle of red blankets and your baby to you.

Tears filled your eyes as you reached for him, his cries hushing down a bit when he was placed into your arms. Covered in rich brown fur he looked like most monkey demons. At least until you noticed his six fluttering ears, all six were red, a red heart shaped mask surrounded his eyes, little red freckles covered the tops of his cheeks and over his nose. He was, perfect. You sobbed as you pulled him closer.

“He’s so tiny,” You whispered in a hushed tone as you nuzzled the top of his head. So tiny and so perfect. Your baby.

A small furred tail wrapped around your wrist and a sob ripped out of you. Not from pain this time but joy. The joy of seeing your baby, his tiny hands clenched into fists as he let out soft cries. He was yours and no one would take him from you ever.

You gasped as he scrunched his face a little before opening his eyes, his beautiful golden eyes, a deep violet wrapping in a ring around his irises. You choked back a sob as you pulled him closer to your chest again.

“You really are their child too, don’t worry… I won’t leave you, not like how they left me,” You muttered resting your head against his, and grinned when one of his small fists touched your face.

>>>

*Knock* *Knock*

The door opened and a small black haired girl ran in, followed by Ao Lie who tried and failed to hold back his grand daughter. The young girl only 2 years old was running fast towards the bed, and immediately climbed up the side to look at the baby sleeping in your arms.

“Lemme see my brother!” She cheered with a lisp as she looked over at the cub she was claiming as hers.

“I am so sorry!” Ao Lie stressed waving his hands around before trying to pick up his grand daughter who did not agree to being moved. Her teeth sunk into his hand and he let our a yelp.

“No it’s alright, if she stops biting then I don’t mind her staying,” You laughed as she immediately let go of her grandpa and sat down like a sweet little girl.

Her green tail wagged excitedly, green eyes widening with wonder. She crawled up next to you and stared at him, you couldn’t help the laugh at her confused expression.

“Why does he have a tail? You don’t have a tail. His ears are pretty! Why are there so many? Omg he’s a monkey!! But how?” She immediately began to ramble, half of her words not understood but you could tell that it was mostly his appearance that caught her off guard.

“He’s a monkey demon like his dads,” You mutter softly, you may have a deep hatred for the men who betrayed you. But your cub, your child was innocent to their actions and it would stay that way.

“His dad, not dads,” Mei responded matter-of-factly.

“No I said it right, his dads. This little one has two, not that they’ll ever meet,” the thought hurt, but it was for the best. There was no need for your cub to feel the disappointment and betrayal you did.

A tiny sneeze echoed through the room and you cooed at the little cub who woke himself up. Tears welled in his little eyes as he stretched out and cried over his own sneeze waking him up.

“Shh shh, it’s okay baby,” You whispered bouncing him in your arms.

One day, it had been exactly one day since you’ve given birth. It surprised you to see Ap Lie successfully keep Mei distracted for as long as he did. She was a rambunctious child after all, a beautiful, energetic child. Smarter than most children her age too. Only having a lisp with her words thanks to a few missing teeth.

He calmed down a little bit before snuggling to you. You beamed down at him pulling him closer with a smile. Your baby, your sweet precious baby.

“What’s his name?” Ao Lie asked curiously, a smile gracing his face.

“Xiaotian, Qi Xiaotian,” you responded with a smile. Your precious Xiaotian.

[lcvecove]

Vi helping Luke is really upset about his injury

𝓷ote: before someone asks , yes I did change it to violet finishing her degree at umich so technically she’s still at umich rn! so here’s a little blurb of them calling after the game where he got injured.

violet was alternating between anxiously pacing in her room and sitting on her bed with her pillow clutched to her chest. violet had grown up around hockey, both her parents work in the sport, her little brother plays and will probably be drafted top five this summer. something she definitely didn’t wanna think about.

but she was still a little bundle of nerves every time luke stepped onto the ice. ever since he joined the nhl, the hollow pit in her stomach during games just grew ten fold.

so when she saw him skate to the bench with a pained expression on his face, the lump instantly appeared in her throat.

“call me, call me, call me” she chants softly, shifting back and forth on her bed, waiting for her black screen to light up with luke’s call.

as if he could feel her summon him all the way from jersey, her phone lights up with luke’s designated ringtone echoing through the room.

“luke?” she asks when she answers, standing up and immediately starting to pace as she awaits an update on how he’s doing.

“hey baby. how’s my girl?” he asks so nonchalantly she’s stunned for a moment before scoffing softly and pinching the skin between her eyes.

“are you okay?” she asks, ignoring his question and asking her own. she hates how her voice cracks on the last word, how nose stings and her eyes well up as she awaits an answer.

violet’s never been an easy crier, probably thanks to growing up with two parents that thought crying wasn’t going to do you any good. she was raised on ‘if you have a problem, get a plan and solve it. there’s no point in wallowing in self pity’

she’s never been a big crier, but there was something about luke hughes that turned her into a fountain of tears just waiting to overflow. the boy could get a paper cut and violet would be on the verge of tears. god forbid something ever seriously happened to the guy.

“i’m all good, you don’t gotta worry baby. it’s just — i mean i’m fine you know? it’s — it’s not the best timing and i’ll probably be out a couple games which isn’t great but i’m okay” he says, rambling a bit as if he’s still processing all of this himself.

“do you want me to fly over?” she asks, glancing towards her suitcase under the bed as if she’s ready to pounce the second he tells her to.

“I always want you next to me and I’m so tempted to say yes cause I could really use a kiss right now but nah it’s okay. I know you got stuff to tie up over there with graduation coming up and everything so … I miss you though” he mumbles, and for a moment, just like all the weeks in her last semester of university, she briefly regrets not transferring and moving to newark to be close to him.

“I miss you more. i’m proud of you, always” she reminds him, finally calmed down enough to curl up back on her bed, pillow hugged to her chest as she lets out a yawn.

“thanks baby. i’m gonna let you go to bed, I just wanted to let you know that im okay. gotta call my parents and my brothers anyway so I should say goodnight” luke says, smiling when he hears her yawn again.

“okay, i love you more. get some rest and call me first thing tomorrow yeah?” violet insists

“promise I will” luke chuckles and when they eventually hang up after thirty more minutes of saying ‘goodbye’ he feels way more equipped to deal with the difficult emotions his family’s about to throw at him.

after reassuring everyone he was okay, he had slightly started believing it himself. he was a little off centre tonight, not really having anyone with him, feeling like he let the team down, let his brother down, let —

i’m proud of you, always. the words echo in his head, calming that little hold that wanted to tighten in his chest.

just a few more weeks and then he wouldn’t have to replay those words over and over in his head, he’d have them whispered in his ear repeatedly while he drifted off. and the thought of that itself was enough to calm him down and lull him into a peaceful rest.

[just-fear-the-simp]

@zucchiyeni

AAHAHAHAHAHA HELPPP💀💀💀💀💀💀

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The air around Lilia Vanrouge always danced with an invisible energy, a whirlwind of youthful mischief and the untold wisdom of countless years. Her smile, often as sharp as the gleam of an ancient sword, could be both charming and slightly menacing. When her amethyst eyes rested on you, [Your Name], that duality intensified, weaving a unique and, in the eyes of many, unsettling bond.

Since your arrival at Night Raven College, Lilia had embraced you with an intensity that bordered on obsession, but which, to you, held a strangely comforting quality. You weren't blind to the worried glances of your classmates, to the whispers about their "overprotective" nature. But they didn't see what you did. They didn't understand the ancient fear that sometimes glimmered in her eyes, disguised as possessive jealousy.

Lilia wasn't simply a young student; she was an ancient being, whispers of forgotten ages dancing in her voice. She had seen the world change countless times, had lost countless loved ones to the inexorable march of time and the cruelty of fate. Her clinging to you, you realized over time, was not just a whim, but a deep need, a desperate attempt to hold on to something precious in a world that had taken everything before.

One evening, as you strolled through the maze-like garden, Lilia stopped suddenly, her grip on your hand tightening. "Do you know, my little swallow?" she began, her playful tone tinged with a dark undertone, "there are creatures in this world that would covet your light. Shadowy beings that would not hesitate to extinguish it."

You smiled gently, accustomed to her theatrical ramblings. "But you wouldn't allow it, would you, Lilia?"

Her smile widened, showing a flash of fangs. "Of course not. I would watch your every breath, thwart every shadow that tried to reach you. You are mine, do you understand? A treasure I have found after eons of darkness."

To others, this declaration might have been chilling, but you saw beyond the words. You sensed the vulnerability hidden behind his bravado, the palpable fear of loneliness. "I understand, Lilia," you replied, squeezing his hand. "And I also know that your caring comes from a good place."

He looked at you, his violet eyes deep and fathomless. "Sometimes... my nature is... intense. I can be... possessive. Others will warn you about me."

"They have," you admitted with a small laugh. "But I have also seen how you look at Malleus, the unwavering loyalty you feel for him. I know that your 'possessiveness' is simply your way of loving and protecting."

A trace of surprise crossed her face, before being replaced by a soft, almost childlike smile. "You are more astute than you appear, my child. You see through my facade."

"I always have," you replied. "And it doesn't scare me. In fact... it makes me feel safe."

Lilia sighed, a sound that carried with it the echoes of countless starry nights. "Never before has anyone... understood me like this. They've always feared me, or tolerated me because of my connection to the Young Master."

"You are more than that, Lilia," you said firmly. "You are witty, funny, and you have a heart, even if you sometimes hide it beneath layers of theatrics."

He laughed, a light laugh that fluttered through the hedges. "A heart... what a human concept." But his hand gripped yours tighter.

Over time, your acceptance of his yandere nature became a refuge for him. Instead of suppressing her protective instincts, you channeled them, allowing her to feel useful and needed. When you felt prying eyes or sensed potential danger, one glance was enough for Lilia to intervene, her smile becoming a silent warning.

It wasn't a perfect relationship. There were moments of tension, of unfounded jealousy on Lilia's part, of a need for space on your part. But you always found your way back to each other, bound by an unspoken understanding, by the certainty that, despite what the world might think, you belonged to each other.

And so, within the confines of Night Raven College, your peculiar love story blossomed. A story where possessiveness intertwined with protectiveness, where the fear of loss disguised itself as unwavering devotion, and where a young human woman let an ancient fae be, finding in his intensity not a prison, but a safe haven in an uncertain world.

[mzannthropy]

Anne of the Island Book Club Chapter 41

And so here we are, kindred spirits.

The writing in this chapter is so beautiful. LMM put the best of herself into it. The descriptions, the dialogue, everything.

The wedding of Alice Penhallow that Anne goes to is the subject of the short story The Winning of Lucinda in Chronicles of Avonlea collection. One last comment about Mrs Harmon Andrews: Anne remains unbothered by her passive aggressive attempts to rile her, which I bet makes her even madder!

Something I thought about yesterday was: Gilbert was a guest at Miss Lavendar's wedding, though I don't think AOA ever mentioned him being introduced to her; it was just taken as a fact that he got to know her and Echo Lodge. And of course, the lady herself told Anne that she and Gilbert were made for each other. And here we see that Gilbert is also familiar with Hester Gray's garden.

Just a note on the timeline here: he says "old-time rambles through September woods". Is it September already then? It was about late July in the previous chapter. I know it must have taken Gilbert some time to recover from his illness but it seems a bit too much time has passed?

Anyway, so.

The day was beautiful and the way was beautiful.

So simple and yet so effective. And they glance at each other and like how the other looks!

I'll tell you something--asters are among my favourite flowers. Well, not that I have that many favourite flowers, bc when I see a flower, I usually have no clue what it is, apart from the most obvious ones, but I do like asters. They bloom in autumn, so are normally part of my autumnal photography. An example from my photoblog:

“I have a dream,” he said slowly. “I persist in dreaming it, although it has often seemed to me that it could never come true. I dream of a home with a hearth-fire in it, a cat and dog, the footsteps of friends—and you!”

This is one of the best paragraphs ever written in any literature.

Home is a big aspect of LMM's work. Then, I like the thought of the right person feeling like 'home'. (I can't think of many examples other than "do you feel held by him, does he feel like home to you" from Midsommar, which is--obviously--a dark example, and the song Exile by Taylor Swift and Bon Iver "you're not my homeland anymore so what I am defending now?" which is a sad example. Anyone has a happy example?) And it's what Anne told Phil after she rejected Roy's proposal.

I want some one who belongs in my life. He doesn’t. 

There was nothing fundamentally wrong with Roy. But he doesn't belong to her life. His proposal was romantic (I wrote a short story where a couple gets engaged in a pavilion). But he was not Mr Right. It's like with those orchids. Anne likes flowers she can live with, while orchids you can only visit. Gilbert knows this. He takes her to one of her dearest places, Hester Gray's garden, to propose to her. It's why I mentioned Miss Lavendar above--he knows all her favourite spots and her closest friends. I think it's also the meaning behind Anne choosing to wear his lilies of the valley instead of Roy's violets for her graduation. (I wanted to post more on that but I couldn't come up with anything clever. I thought it could have been taken also as a sign of nostalgia--Gilbert was her old academic rival turned friend and wearing his flowers could have been seen as a closure on that part of her life. But it's clear LMM meant it as Gilbert being the one.)

So Christine has been engaged to someone else all the while. If Gil thinks she is one of the nicest girls he's ever known, then I believe him. Anne of Ingleside is my least favourite of the series and I never liked that bit at the end, it was written many years later and I see it as the author looking to insert some conflict into the book, so I happily reject it. It's said in this book that during his last winter at Redmond, Gilbert studied very hard and worked towards the Copper prize, so he would have had no time to hang out with Christine anyway. The college rumour mill is not reliable.

Oh and I know it's cool that Phil acts as a cupid for Anne and Gilbert, but... there was no need for that. If Anne was engaged to Roy, it would have been common knowledge. Clearly she's wearing no engagement ring and is not making preparations for her own wedding. (She goes to other people's weddings instead.) Like, if she was going to teach in Summerside in September, then she was obviously NOT marrying Roy. I mean, okay, I think Gilbert realised that but getting Phil's letter sealed it for him more.

And as for the waiting, that doesn’t matter. We’ll just be happy, waiting and working for each other—and dreaming. Oh, dreams will be very sweet now.

*Nods at the screen and wipes a tear like that meme* Thank you, Lucy Maud Montgomery for this gift.

PS I have Paper Rings by Taylor Swift stuck in my head, which seems very fitting. It seems I cannot stop quoting her, lol.

[just-fear-the-simp]

Dont call us out💀/j

[howyouloveyourdragon]

Only Fair

Prologue Part I

so only the prologue relating to my ao3 version of Only Fair will be posted on tumblr (both parts) as far as I can decide right now but i hope if you do decide to keep reading on ao3 that you enjoy! of course the original rhaenyra x reader only fair will also be receiving updates but the two will diverge heavily in plot and only fair ao3 will likely be updated more frequently thank you for reading ♡

pairing: rhaenyra targaryen x fem!half-sister!oc alternate universe: A/B/O, canon divergent pronouns: she/her Summary: Rhaenyra Targaryen has never been fond of the siblings forced upon her but she was willing to accept them until they were made of her former best friend. At two and twenty, having birthed her first child, she made a choice. She was going to treat them with the respect of a peer and young royalty but nothing else. They may be her father's spawn but they are not her siblings. But after years pass and her husband has fallen, she finds that not all of them are as besmirching as she had imagined. Perhaps one in particular is even quite favourable. Viserra. A sweet girl, she remembers that. Viserra... Viserra has always been kind, gentle and fierce. She had always admired her siblings and their dragons more than her books, and imagined how one day she might soar as high as Aegon does upon Sunfyre. Her brother shares everything but very rarely does he allow her flight. Though perhaps she has made an error, she does not need dreams and unfulfilling dreams, she needs to seize her own fate and she must quickly... warnings: none in this chapter that i know of other than perhaps a short discussion on child neglect dividers: saradika

Rhaenyra can still remember the day that her once-friend’s screams echoed around the Keep for not one but two twin girls in early morn. She can still remember mounting Syrax at the sounds of her cries and squeezing her eyes shut in hopes to ignore it–the same way she ignored the announcement of Alicent’s second and first pregnancy. She did not return for six weeks in favour of Dragonstone and when she returned? She avoided every leering stare and finally agreed to begin touring for a suitor. One she knew she would not take…Until she did. Viserra in contrast–which the court did often–was a sweet slip of a thing in her youth and her eldest sister did not intend to entertain her befuddled ramblings. Of course she had been, an arm always looped in her elder brother’s and her mother combing through the rough coarse curls of child's play. A coddled child and smothered in warm embraces throughout her youth. Glowing from praise as The Golden Princess. Except for perhaps the King’s. His stare was as blank as the toys she adored just as much as her father’s attention. It was the rare gem she craved, exploring the depth of a cave and more just to catch that glistening sparkle. She didn’t mind the cool disposition or forgotten namesdays, she had something better. She had her siblings and nephews at her side and the promise of a kind suitor (she particularly favoured the Tully boy who had brought her a fish the size of her arm the year prior.) And she had held onto that promise until she was ten and three namesdays passed. And instead of returning Viserra’s quizzical stares, Rhaenyra avoided her as she avoided all her siblings once two more boys were born…  

“No.” “Oh please!” Young Jacaerys whines, pounding his fist on the desk. Viserra jumps and flashes her sights to him, brows raised and warning. She is sitting within a violet armchair in the auburn library, a thick book between her hands. Instantly, the boy simmers and tucks his palms into each other and his head tilts down. “Sorry.” He mutters this time and her lips tilt at the success. Then she sighs. “High Valyrian is not something that you can place half your will into, it is a language carefully threaded and sewn like the seams of a dress. It must be perfected.” Jacaerys wrinkles his nose yet she takes no notice. “But I want to join in!” He argues, hands curling into the skirt of his aunt’s rust dress and kneeling down in front of her. It was more reminiscent of a rotting orange than that of a dress but now was not the time to insult her. She tuts. He pouts his lips and tilts his head to the side this time. “You and Aegon are always leaving me out! Oh please, oh please!” He begs like a puppy grovelling for fresh scraps. Her eyes scan over him, regret already stirring her insides. His eyes are wide and pleading. “Please?” He asks, more gentle this time. At that she hesitates. Jacaerys was a somewhat sweet boy when he wanted to be and he always brought her a new book when it entered the realms of the library, always begged for her to read it to him. Perhaps it was a puppy crush or perhaps it was simply a want for approval. That she had also noticed and if she could stop him following her brother around like a lost lamb she would. But alas he was rather convincing. So her lips pressed firmly together and she scans over his much shorter figure and then sighs. “Fine.” She relents, wincing at his grin of victory. You’d have thought he had just succeeded a boar with his bare hands. He grins impishly at her, the light of his excitement almost blinding. She was already dreading her decision. “What have the maesters taught you already?” He blinks at her and another sigh parts her lips. “Oh the Seven help me on my quest.” She murmurs quietly, snickering when his fist prods her. “Meet me on every second day and I shall try.” He nods quickly and wraps suffocating arms around her. “Kar-Karo” Jacaerys struggles, cheeks tinging pink.”Karamvose?” He tilts his head up at her and she tries to fend off her own amusement. “Kirimvose.” She corrects. “Kirimvose.” He repeats with a grin. And then she leaves. 

Her lilac eyes slowly raise in guilt, fingers shifting and tearing at the beds of her nails. A nervous girl, since she had been brought into the life of court, and a trait she was often chastised for by her Septas and grandsire. Septa Morring’s coal sights narrow and her lips thin. She carefully stiffens her posture and clenches her jaw as she awaits an answer. Panic swells in the quick pace of her breath. Viserra draws her lower lip between her teeth and bites down before she can stutter a half-hearted response. She swallows but the act is difficult under the control of her rampant thoughts. Finally she releases her lip and takes in a breath but before she can humiliate herself as much as she’s dreading, her face snaps to the side, a small voice is already speaking. “One violet, one green were both to be seen. The first female alpha since Visenya herself.” The Septa sighs but waves her hand begrudgingly and allows Viserra to seat herself again. She does so quickly. “Very good Helaena but it ‘twas not your answer to recall. You may all gather your things but do not take such haste again, young princess.” The Septa casts an impenetrable stare at young Helaena. Finally Viserra breathes and nudges her sister, muttering a “thank you” before swiftly grasping her hand and tugging her alongside their embroidery to the thick door opening. 

They both ignore as the Septa prays after the session, giggling into one another’s ear. The long winding hallways are calmer as always at this time but as Viserra catches sight of her mother and Ser Criston Cole, she beams. Viserra may not have been her mother’s favourite but she favoured her mother over anyone else in the room. It is in an instant that she drags Helaena toward them, Helaena’s smaller legs struggling more than Viserra’s but unheard over the excitement. Helaena sighs with her lips tilting. Viserra releases her sister–alongside her embroidery which skitters across the long hall–and launches forward at the knight who stumbles back. Her mother’s disapproving sigh is present as ever but they both know that she is smiling. It is specifically why Viserra did not launch herself at her mother instead. Ser Cole stiffens as always, even after all this time, and gently pats her hair down. He worries for many reasons but at the head of all of them, he worries about the pain his armour must bring her. “Your Septa again?” He asks carefully with narrowed eyes. She blinks her own soft ones up at him and it is enough to make him grimace. He nods. “I will take care of it, princess.” He has to pry her hands off him but Alicent quickly snatches them up to hold and lace her fingers with Viserra’s own. Replacing the rejection with comfort as she had done so often before. Viserra watches as his figure leaves, he is as swift as the dust of parchment and as protective as the steel he bears. “You mustn’t run off such as this.” Alicent chastises, leaning down to land warm palms on her child’s shoulders. “It is not the behaviour of a princess. Despite the tone, her voice is soft. It is what Viserra favours most about her mother. Soil eyes pierce lilac and Viserra slowly whines. Then she pouts. “My fingers hurt, needlepoint is horrible! It hurts and-and only Helaena ever likes the sigils I make! The Septas are mean and Aeggy doesn’t even hang them up in his chambers anymore, he puts them in a drawer.” Alicent sighs, perhaps the coddling has gifted upon them some petulance. “We are not owed our appreciation, young darling. You must recall that.” 

“But uncle Daemon said–!” “I do not care what your beloved heathen said, I am your mother!” The Queen snaps, gone is the doting parent. Viserra blinks in shock before leaning back and softening her previously wrinkled nose. Alicent sighs, pinching the bridge of her own. She opens her eyes and smiles tightly. That familiar shame wraps her in a scratchy blanket. Alicent thins her lips. “Now, have you seen your brothers? They should have been back from their studies by now for luncheon.” Viserra shakes her head. She pauses for a moment then her brows pinch. “Have you seen your nephews?” The words are tentative this time, almost frightened for the answer. Her fingers dig into Viserra’s gown. Again Viserra shakes her head. It’s quick that a needle sharp lump thickens in the Queen’s throat. “Right…” She murmurs, her thoughts skip over her brain, desperate to be the one she voices. THe Queen looks to Helaena firmly. “Go and take your sister into your chambers, teach her your embroidery.” While the elder grimaces, Helaena smiles. She receives a dark look and huffs, folding her arms. She nods, suddenly remembering why she stopped asking where her fish went. Her palm is grasped with trepidation but still Helaena’s gentle fingers tug at her. “The small and the elder refuse to fly.” The younger princess murmurs with that same dreamy expression that her sister loves so dearly. 

“Sweet Laena,” Rhaenyra smiles warm as a winter fire at her supposed sister-in-law. The relationship between them had always been odd but never in a bad way. Things tend to tense within the blur of two alpha claims…and having to hide that claim. Laena’s dark eyes flitter up at her from beneath coal lashes. She smirks. “Good sister,” Laena returns in a quick beam. “I am glad to see you, I apologise for it being so long since the last of our…meetings. I have missed you.” Rhaenyra’s violet eyes drift to cast over the familiar broach encircling snowy coils. A twitch signals her lips. Her fingers caress it. “So it has but we are both with child, it is to be expected. I might say that Pentos is rather beautiful at such an hour,” The lilt of her voice lands to blanket atop them. Discretion is not her priority, Laena's softening figure and closing eyes are. A chuckle drips between the heir’s brash lips. “Is Vhagar doing well here?” She asks, hand moving to cup the other woman’s swollen stomach. Laena smiles and flutters her eyes open, mischief lacing them. “As much as a dragon can. She has grown restless at her lack of flight, I must confess.” “Ah,” Rhaenyra nods. “Syrax is the same while I am with child. You would think I had passed onto the next world rather than being under that condition. I am rather relieved that she was gentle when she met Luke. I was almost fearful she would blame him for my predicament.” A chuckle passes between them. “They are fierce creatures, not of our hand nor of our whims.” “Hm,” Rhaenyra wrinkles her nose. “I believe so, as does my father.” Laena bristles slightly but not for long. She looks down at her feet. “Daemon has missed you.” She comments, nerves weaselling through her teeth. A bitter taste swells on both their tongues. “Hm,” Rhaenyra nods, irritation spurring. “Well, he can only blame himself.” Laena sighs involuntarily. “You know his words do not connect with his mind,” She argues in vain. Rhaenyra grimaces. “And you know that he is a childish man grown and capable of handling his own consequences.” Rhaenyra thins her lips. “Nevermind this talk, how are little Baela and Rhaena?” “They want a brother,” The younger one smiled tightly. “Though they wish they do not have to see me in this state.” “It shall pass,” Rhaenyra assures, squeezing her hand. “I promise this to you. It will pass and you shall bring your babes onto Driftmark soil, delight in the pleasures of Dragonstone and wherever else you might wish.” 

“Daemon is not quite acquitted by such thoughts.” “Then he needn’t come.” Rhaenyra snips, a bitterness lying upon her tongue. “He is my husband.” Laena announces in frustration. Rhaenyra pauses and lets a silence pass before she nods. “Yes…I apologise for my misgivings.” Her tone is sharp but her eyes are kind. Gentle. Conflict was not new in their relationship. Fierce dragons rarely settle for compromising thoughts. Laena’s eyes track her lover’s form. She could not pretend that the childlike behaviour Rhaenyra complained over resided in her own blood. It could be rather amusing. Rhaenyra grimaces and roams her own bump, rubbing it gently. Rhaenyra takes a step forward and cups her omega’s face, rolling her thumb over her cheek. “We will see one another again.” Laena confirms with a sigh. “After the babe has come.” A frown settles across Rhaenyra’s brow. She scoffs. “You do not expect me to leave you in this state, surely–” Laena holds up a palm. “We do not need further rumours.” Rhaenyra’s jaw drops. “We are Valyrians, Targaryens, we have conquered both the sky and land. What are rumours worth if they cannot harm us.” Laena’s eyes narrow on her sternly. “We both know that they will tarnish your claim. They already suspect that your boys are not Laenor’s, we do not need them to suspect they one in your womb is of Daemon’s seed.” “Daemon is not even here–” “But he will be. Leave.” Rhaenyra sighs at the command. “I do not wish to cause you stress.” She utters dejectedly. At the first calm words leaving her lips, Laena reaches to grasp both her princess’ hands and squeeze them. “Then leave us. Return home, return to the Red Keep and I will await your letters.” Her lilting voice summons both restraint and power. Rhaenyra had always been the more impulsive of them both. Fire mingles her veins stronger than Laena’s of sea salt. Rhaenyra’s violet eyes flash down at newly joined hands and she nods slowly. Again her eyes flicker up at Laena’s. She doesn’t have to apologise because the words ring in both of their ears. Both of their hearts swell in anxiety and warmth. Both of their stomachs twist at the thought of her leaving. 

But it must be done.

It isn’t with especially good solace the next night that Viserra’s fingers thread through Aemond’s hair, securing a braid at the back as he quietly seethes. “I will have a dragon.” He grunts to which her hands still. “I know.” She coos gently, it is no secret that her brother is not fond of their nephews nor their teasing. Or Aegon’s for that matter. “Have…” She hesitates, tucking her lower lip between pearl teeth. Aemond’s eyes flit up at her, his head resting in her lap as she arranges the braids to entwine with each other. “Have what?” He prompts. “Have you considered claiming one?” Silence swarms and suddenly she feels the need to rectify herself. “Not yet of course but…well father claimed Balerion after he presented.” Nerves tighten her muscles and anxiety creeps up her throat in the form of acid. At the mention of their father, the tension grows thick and regret seeps into her gut. “Perhaps...” He murmurs in thought, eyes slowly tracking to the ceiling. “Might you as well? Claim a dragon?” “He was ten and six, that is a mere three years from I, and Aegon claimed Sunfyre just one summer ago.” Viserra continues, fingers stalling in his hair. Aemond grimaces. “That is too long! You do not understand that they tease me more than they do you.” He pouts, his brows furrowing as he does so. “Then they shall regret it once we have grown.” She dismisses with the ease of denying a second cup. “And all shall envy you instead.” His lip twitches upward but he stalls. “Why did his hatch?” He then asks quietly. Viserra’s brows slowly knit together. “Who?” “Daeron’s.” Silence hangs with the weight of a curtain. “Do our ancestors think us so unworthy that they would gift him such genes but not us too? What makes him different?” Hesitation covered her like a cup to a spider. She squirms slightly which must have clued Aemond further for he did not vent further. He merely lets out a huff. 

She taps his cheek and shimmies so that he has to lift his back. He frowns as his eyes flicker to hers, twisting himself to face her. She lands each hand on his cheeks and looked into his eyes. “You are fierce.” She begins, attracting a furrowed brow. “You are valiant. I can feel it in our blood. You have the essence of every great Targaryen and someday you shall be celebrated as such.” Heat swells in her brother’s cheeks, resembling the raucous flames of Caraxes himself and he grins up at her. “I shall present and prove myself to you and to–” He vows which she is quick to protest, jutting a pointed finger to his chest. “No. You shall prove nothing to anyone, it will only lead to your downfall.” She knows he is not listening when he bites his lip, the give-away to when he is lying despite not utterances. An owl sounds from behind them out the window and they both glance into the blackened sky while it twinkles like a blanket strewn with a thousand diamond pieces. A bird soars through the darkness. “That shall be us one day.” Aemond states boldly. “And we shall be greater than any other dragonlord, to that I swear you.” A smile warms across Viserra’s face. “I can already see it.” She murmurs softly, arm looping with his. “You shall be the greatest alpha anyone has ever seen. There shall never be a tourney that you cannot conquer as your own. No battle that you cannot bring to your own mercy.” 

[finniestoncrane]

A Classic Bit

Batjokes, word count: 900 hi i went feral over this idea please be gentle with me it's my first ever batjokes lmao 💜 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: no sex, but plenty of suggestive stuff, restraints (also tiny cw for dubcon)

Heavy breaths echoed in the vast, empty warehouse. Each exhale steaming, droplets of condensation forming and falling to the floor in the almost freezing air, joining the pools of rusted water that lay there, otherwise completely still.

How many times can this happen? How prepared can you be? Everyone has their flaws, and often they go hand in hand with the flaws of others, a soul mate on some level, the balance and imbalance providing one of you with the upper hand in any given situation. And in this case, Bruce had lost.

The back and forth. And he was back.

He let out a short grunt as the rope was tightened once more, squeezing his firm, wide torso. Compact, restrained. A brief memory of Selina flitted through his mind, the same intensity, pleasure and pain. The palpable fear, and the excitement that always followed it. One final tug, tight on his chest like a harness, knocking his breath slightly.

"Oooook, done!

White gloved hands were whisked out to the sides of his tall, thin body in a dramatic flourish that begged for applause but received none.

"A bad job is one worth doing well, don't you think?"

Bruce blinked hard and slow, his focused eyes settling on the long, slender frame in front of him, bent at the hips, pointed nose almost touching the front of his cowl.

Another quick, sharp movement and Joker had straightened back p, tugging at the cuff of the sleeve which protruded from his violet and lilac pinstripe suit. With an intense stare he gazed at the watch on his wrist, then shouted, his exclaim echoing as he continued speaking.

"Ah! We've got time for the monologue! My favourite part. How about you, Bats?"

As he held his hands out in a flourish, Bruce could make out the watch face, no hands, no numbers. And while Joker began rambling, he let his mind float to a more peaceful place. A space he reserved for analysis, quiet and focus.

It had been a while since he was last in this situation, or a configuration of it. The two of them. Alone. It seemed stranger though, not like usual. Time wasn't contributing to any misremembering, he was certain of that. It was almost like there was something missing. Or something new added. A tension. An atmosphere. Softer, like a delicate lace handkerchief dowsed in chloroform.

Reminiscent of Talia.

How odd, he thought, that his mind would go to her. That it would go to Selina before.

"You know, Bats, you are a good listener! And I won't even make a joke about echolocation, low hanging fruit and all."

With a quick spin, he landed himself against Bruce's chest, leaning his entire, albeit limited, body weight against him and sighing, deep and long, romanticised.

"It's nice to get together and chat every once in a while. You and I, we're on the same wavelength. I can really have a conversation with you. None of that 'how've you been?' or 'any plans for the summer?' nonsense. I can really just talk."

To punctuate the statement, he had turned to face the cowl, fingers holding onto Bruce's chin and holding it still, stronger than his looks suggested but weaker than he had been before. Either that, or the grip was intentionally loose.

"Now... what shall we do with the rest of our time together? I would be lying if I said I didn't have something in mind."

Joker's fingers edged closer to the bottom of the cowl, dangerously close to removing it. He leaned in, eyes wild and crazy, an almost toxic shade of green that reflected in the blue pools of the ones below.

A nervous flinch made Bruce's shoulders twitch, a feeling he hadn't experienced in so long. Adrenaline founded in temptation. Something wrong, but potentially enjoyable. There had been a familiar atmosphere after all.

His thoughts were quickly interrupted at the realisation that Joker's fingers were now teasing at the bottom of the cowl. Struggling against the restraints that bound him, Bruce tried to break free. Deciding it was a futile waste of energy, he looked up to meet the Joker's eyes once more, in time to notice how close he was to him.

Bruce's throat closed. He considered every person he had kissed from the first to this moment. The way his lips flitted to their lips, to Joker's lips, so certain that was what was happening though no one had ever said as much. An understanding between two people, between him and his enemy. Between him and his soulmate.

"Don't..."

It was all he could muster, all that his frenzied mind could conjure up.

"Don't what, Bats?"

"Don't take it off."

A wide grin pushed Joker's bright red lips into his cheeks, creasing the pale white skin as the satisfaction reached his eyes, twinkling as he relished in Batman's defeat and his understated consent.

"That's the part you're worried about? We'll have a far more pleasant evening together than I thought in that case!"

With a long, obnoxiously loud cackle he pulled himself away from Bruce's body, which was heating up with the embarrassment, blushing cheeks thankfully still covered by his mask. He only had a moment of reprieve though, as Joker was quickly back against his, hands closing around the stiff ears at the top of the cowl to control Bruce's gaze, focusing it back on himself.

"Don't worry though, dearest. I prefer anonymous sex, the risks make it more exciting."

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HOLY SMITTENNS THIS IS SO COOOLL!!😧✨

@zucchiyeni's dtiys

design credits: dust by @safwunsies nightmare by @justanidiotartist horror by @westaysilly killer by @zucchiyeni

timelapse & ramblings under the cut

i tried to put this in the tags but it was way too long so here are my.... ramblings? design notes? process? watever it is it's here now

killer is the one i changed the least, even the pose is pretty much the same i kept the asymetrical design from the dtiys (w/ one sleeve rolled up & only one shoulder w/ spikes) for the shoes i kinda went watever & put the spikes in the middle (i bet you it caused some of the holes in his jeans) i like to think he chose blue soles bc he did a collab w/ nightmare so that he's not the only one w/ cool colors his main color is still red, but i made the leather, t-shirt, metal & jeans blue-ish as a complementary color

for nightmare, i don't even know if his design is canon, but when i saw that the murder time trio did collabs w/ him i knew i had to draw it i didn't touch the base design itself but i switched the colors around a lot bc i really didn't know how to make it work w/ the rest of the characters i kept the base palette (blue/cyan, purple & pink) but had purple as a main & cyan as an accent color (pink itself is only there in the glitter) also yeah i put the glitter on his coat instead of his tentacles cuz i wanted to show his bones & tentacles are made/covered in the same goopy stuff, and the glitter kinda went in the way of that i like that his colors are really different from the other & you can tell he goes solo while they're in a band, but i think it's not too distracting

horror is my favorite, like he's just enjoying himself in the back its kinda sad i had to hide him behing both his drums & killer, i might post a version w/out it to show it off the drums were a pain in the ass ngl, i've never played them so i had to look at a lot of references in the end i just drew a basic drum set w/ the colors on the ref (red & gold), i added silver for the metal bits bc it's everywhere in the other's designs his design itself is unchanged, i just thought having him in red only felt boring so i added orange to his fur & shirt

i realized too late i couldn't show dust's head w/ the pose i drew T-T also drew his entire outfit then had to hide half of it because of his guitare this is why planning is important people his guitare rocks tho (pun intended) i tried to make him red & purple to match his eyes, but currently it's more of an orange salmon color w/ a dark grey pink eeeh the intent is there i guess i made his gloves fingerless cuz you can't tell me this dude plays guitare w/ full on gloves like i know they're skeletons but that's physically impossible i also added a strap to his guitare cuz unless he's using blue magic, he probably can't keep it up w/ only his right hand

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Do you know about this? 😭 loll

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Writers Wrap

(ty for the tag @demonicfaerie 💛 I am late to the game but hehehooha ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))

Favorite Story you've worked on this year: i have no clue lol, Derek's Kumquat probably? Technically i worked on it dec 2023 & posted jan 2024 so idk if it counts as this year LOL, it was originally my fic idea for sterekreversechallenges' Sterek 1000 Cakes Challenge based on the word prompt 'kumquat' but the plotbunny was too fat for me to write in time 😂 I've reread it many times & like to laugh at the dumb kumquat puns & jokes everytime when I do 🤣 (also ofc the smut is peak 🤌)

Favorite character you've written this year: Stiles or Derek! Idk which though - Stiles is funner & easier to write for me in the sense that i tend to write him a bit rambly/there's more of a lighthearted tone to his inner monolgues/thoughts, but I actually relate to Derek a lot so depending on the fic, writing Derek's depression & struggles always feels cathartic to me, especially since I'm often in the midst of one of my fat depresso™️ waves when I write those fics LMAO 🤣

Favorite scene you've worked on this year: uhhhhh 👁👄👁 tbh i have the memory of a peanut - aka i dont remember shit unless i just finished writing it LMAO also i have fav scenes in most of my fics so imma just cop out on this 🤣

Favorite piece of inspiration you've used this year: uh do people count as inspiration LOL i shan't tag anyone, but renmackree my love always inspires me 💛 & posts from hotgirlstiles & kittykatstiles always get my sterek engine revving ahaha 🌝 i did try out songfics for the first time this year (which i heard are easier to write but honestly i find them challenging?? LMAO)

Favorite line or lines written this year: my peanut memory is failing me once more lmao 💀 but i will try, ummmm lemme pick lines/scenes from a fic i havent mentioned in my ao3 wrapped either - "You're my god"

*2 hrs later* i got sidetracked rereading it lmfao

He tore a scroll just as Theo opened a wooden box, and Stiles came face to face with an old friend. A thrill ran down his spine. "Ah," he said with a smile as runes flowed from the scroll to the earth. "It's you. It's been a long time since you possessed me." The nogitsune blanched, if that was possible. "You—! It can't be!" Stiles laughed, finally standing up from where he'd sat behind Derek as he pulled his bat out of a swirl of wind. "I end all things that begin, but have no end. What am I?" The nogitsune took a step back, then another. Stiles strolled forward. "I end all things that begin, but have no end," he repeated, tapping his bat against his shoulder. "What am I?" Theo took one look between Stiles' smile and the retreating nogitsune and tried to escape—Scott pinned him down to the ground with a conflicted grimace. "C'mon now," said Stiles as Derek came to stand beside him on the porch, slashing down the wall of earth one of the gods conjured with a flick of a claw. "I thought you loved riddles." He slashed his palm, ichor spreading over his bat, and the nogitsune froze. "I end all things that begin, but have no end," he spoke, winds blowing. "What am I?" The nogitsune tried to flee, the winds blocked their way. They turned back towards Stiles. "Death," they said, and Stiles slammed a hole out of their side with a booming crack of his bat.

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Heat radiated in thrumming, scorching waves as the blazing sphere of fire descended on him, and he waited for the last second, when all eyes would be on him, to open the crack once again; he waited for his skin to begin burning, smoking, to clench his fist with a resounding cra— Nothing but cold, cold air touched him. No breeze, no smoke, no fire. All he saw before him were clouds and for a moment, he thought that he'd been sealed away, until he noticed that the other gods still stood there, silent, staring at the clouds as well.  The thin clatter of an arrow dipped in liquid violet shot by Hoderi, God of the Sea, broke and fell to Derek's feet, an echoing pindrop amongst the speechless hush. It was only when Stiles' arms wrapped around him that he realized. The entire top half of the chamber had disappeared. Clouds stretched out before them past the razor sharp edges of the shortened walls, cut in a single slash so quick and clean that it cleaved through the walls in a soundless sweep like butter without anyone noticing until after the fact. And the cause of it floated behind him, arms looped around his neck—one hand lifted to cut an ichor-tinged line through the air, and Hoderi's head rolled to the floor. What remained of the chamber roared back to life. Attacks rained on them, but Derek just stared at the way Stiles' wet eyes blazed as the skies darkened and the clouds thundered with vengeful rage. Tears mixed with ichor left gold-tinged tracks on Stiles' cheeks, and maybe it was because Derek's vision darkened around the edges or because his body couldn't feel anything past the poison throbbing through his veins, but he brushed his lips against Stiles' face to kiss the tear tracks away, a barely there graze.

god sterek au my beloved

Written piece or accomplishment this year: all my fics are accomplishments to me ngl LOL the longer fics take more time & effort ofc but the shorter ones present a diff challenge 💛 is that a cop out answer lmao? the feral wind that lit him ablaze is the obvious one aside from Derek's Kumquat, but i'll also stick my 1st songfic golden hour here & "You're my god" bc the latter had a month deadline & I wrote that whole month & still had to cramwrite my ass off....LMAO 😭 totally my fault though for deciding to do god au worldbuilding for it frnjekfen

no specific tags, just an open tag from me if anyone wants to do it bc im late as shit & probs everyone has done this already LMAO

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Six Sentence Sunday

Tagged by @winterandwords here!

Tagging: @finickyfelix @willtheweaver @dyrewrites @eccaiia @illarian-rambling

@touloserlautrec @writingrosesonneptune @pandoras-comment-box @diabolical-blue

@writernopal and an open tag!

Writing an entire chapter with less than ten lines of dialogue is challenging!!! Whose idea was this?

A wall of soft rosy light rose up between her and the slumbering willow. The leaves faded to white and doubled in size, draping over the beet red branches and sweeping the pale violet grass. She whistled, and the shrill notes pierced the veil of light and echoed. A massive dark cloud appeared from behind the tree and floated over to her. The cloud dissipated, revealing a figure made of black smoke.

He was the essence of a man, a last dying breath personified.

TFE tag list: @writernopal @writingrosesonneptune (please ask to be +/-)