#like. we all know he's NOT the eldest. but he takes charge of things like he thinks he is. and when i take charge of things i am...

[laughterfixs]

Mother's Day

Mother’s Day 

Summary: 

Sun, Eclipse and Moon work to give their dragon mother a perfect mother’s day! Sun places himself in charge of the perfect day yet…things don’t go entirely according to plan.

It was an early Sunday morning. No children, the megaplex was closed. Yet Sundrop was still hard at work. The daycare animatronic was busy cooking in the Fazbear Cafeteria, staff bots kindly letting him do his work.  

He stirred over the steaming pot sitting over the stove, reading a bag that rested in his other hand. Behind him, soft slippered steps accompanied by bells, sounded quietly against the floor. Moon looked over his brother’s shoulder to study the handiwork. “Everything ok?” He asked, voice as soft and raspy as ever with the knowledge that there were still sleeping forms in the Pizzaplex. “I think so.” Sun answered, not as quiet as his naptime counterpart, but still keeping his volume low. “I’ve never really made grits before…I hope I’m doing right. The instructions make it sound easy enough.” Sun hummed looking at the milk filled pot before glancing back at his brothers. “Mom still asleep?” Moon nodded. “Out like a light.” Eclipse gave a hummed chuckle. “She shouldn’t be waking up any time soon! We should have plenty of time to finish prepping!” “Oh good!” Sun whispered-shouted with a spin of his rays. “I hope I can get her breakfast done before she wakes up.” Moon took a moment to look at the small spread Sun was preparing. Eggs mixed into a bowl, ready to go. A good bit of homefries sizzling away in a pan, bread waiting to be toasted with butter out and being guarded by a butterknife on top of the container. And of course, the milk slowly coming to a boil for that mushed up oatmeal looking stuff. “Where’d you get all this?” “Marie.” Sun answered, taking a moment to stir and flip the potatoes. “She helped me get all this, told me it was some of mom’s favorites back before we knew her.” Moon and Eclipse looked at each other before they gave a chuckle at that. Neither were all that surprised. Their shadow wolf friend was always willing to help…and knew their mother better than anyone. Heck if it wasn’t for Marie begging for food from human children…Moon would've never chased after her…and they never would have met Ana.

“So a big breakfast and just spending the day together?” the night animatronic questioned, leaning against the counter. Sun gave a proud smirk as he poured in the corn mix. “Oh you know me better than that dear brother~! I got a lot planned today!” “Shhh.” Moon gently hushed, Sun giving a squeak and shrinking his rays in shyly. “So what is planned? You didn’t exactly fill us in yesterday and just told me to make sure Mom didn’t wake up too early.” 

“Oh yes! You did rather take charge.” “Oh right! Well first this breakfast of course! Then with it getting hotter, I think we should give her a haircut so her mane won’t make her overheat, then we’ll watch a movie together and then-”

His brothers  listened with a smile, he wasn’t surprised Sun had a full itinerary. He liked to have things to a very specific dot. But their eyes caught something, both looking over Sun’s shoulders as they watched the pot beginning to boil over. “Uh Sunny-” Eclipse tried to warn. “Then maybe we could pull out some games! Play some balloon world-” “Sun-!” Moon began.

“Oh do you think we can get her to take us outside and fly?” “SUN!” The two shouted. “Huh?” “You’re burning!” Sun jolted and spun around. He gave a yelp and immediately turned off the stove, coughing as the smoke entered his workings. No fire, thankfully, however, the grits were noticeably burned. “Ohh…” Sun sighed disappointedly. Eclipse placed a hand on his shoulder while Moon took his hat off to fan away the smoke. “Maybe it’s still salvageable? Just…needs a little salt!” The eldest tried his best to remain positive. Sun gave a sigh. 

“I don’t know…it’s supposed to be Mom’s favorite and I burned it…” 

“It might not be that bad, Sun.” Moon assured, picking up the pot. “Look, only the bottom is black, we’ll just scoop out the good parts for mom.” Sun gave a hopeful look. “O-okay! There’s still a chance for this to be perfect!” “Let’s get the rest of this finished and go wake her up huh?” Eclipse suggested with a smile. Sun nodded and his brothers helped him finish the rest up and plated before carrying it back to the daycare. Sun stopped by the desk to pick up the hand made cards. “Alright, I’ll go get her.” Eclipse volunteered as he attached the wire to his back and flew up into the loft where their mother was sound asleep. The elder attendant slowly moved by her head and knelt down, reaching out to stroke one of her long ears. “Mom, time to wake up. We got a surprise for you.” A soft rumble escaped the sleeping beast. Her eye fluttered open, the slit pupil immediately dilating to see one of her adopted children beside her. Eclipse watched with a smile as the dragon lifted her head and let out a yawn, fangs extruding from their spot and her black and pink spotted forked tongue sticking out and curling. “G’mornin sugastar…” she greeted with a smile. “Where’s yer brothers?” “Down in the daycare waiting for you. Sun’s got quite a bit planned for Mother’s Day.” 

Ana blinked at that but chuckled lightly. “Huh…kinda forgot about that…” She stood and stretched, her wings popping a bit. “Alright, let’s go hun.” Eclipse hummed a giggle, going to return to his brothers before being scooped up in his mother’s jaw and carried out. “Oh! Mom you don’t-EEP!” Eclipse squeaked, feeling a lick to his side. “Mahaham!” Ana chuckled lovingly as she jumped down to the daycare floor. She set Eclipse down as she laid in front of her boys. “Happy mother’s day!!” Sun cheered, holding up the tray to her. Ana tilted her head with a smile. “You boys make all this?” “Sun did really.” Moon chuckled. “Eclipse and I helped toward the end.” Sun placed the tray down in front of her. “I may have…burnt things a little…I hope it’s still good.” He went to pick up the card the three of them worked on. “But we got a card for you too!” Sun’s hand just barely brushed the glass of orange juice but it was enough to knock it over and spill over the paper. “Ah! No no no!” Sun cried out trying to save the paper but it ripped in his hands from being soaked. He whined and shrunk in his rays. 

“Oh honey…” Ana frowned and nuzzled him. “It’s okay, things happen. Knowing you boys, it was sweet and adorable like you three.” Sun didn’t answer. He sighed a bit. Ana hummed and licked his face. “Well breakfast smells damn good.” “Mom-!” Ana snorted at the slight pouty glare from her two rayed animatronics. “I mean really good, sorry.” She chuckled. She took a moment to try the breakfast made for her. Sun’s spun his rays happily at the sound of his mother giving a happy hum. Finally! Something went right! “Mm…haven’t had these in a while…” “Does that mean it’s good..?” Sun asked as Ana nodded. “Course baby, you did great.” Ana praised with a smile on her muzzle before she continued eating. Sun gave a happy squee and spun his rays faster, Moon playfully shoving him. “Told ya.” 

“Do you want to tell mom the plans for today, Sun?” Eclipse offered. Sun sat up straight. “Oh yeah! We thought we could cut your mane down and trim your fur before it gets too hot! Then we can play some games, or watch some movies and then-” The four of them jump at a sudden loud crack of thunder, the lights flickered a moment. “Oh my…is a storm starting?” Eclipse frowned. “Sounds like it…” Moon muttered. The sound of rain pounded more on the roof. “Yup..it’s pouring.” Ana rumbled. Sun shrunk in his rays again. Well that put a damper on some of his plans. “W-well that's okay! It just means we can get nice and cozy to enjoy our movie night and games and-” The power went out, causing Sun to yelp out of fear from the sudden darkness. Ana gently hugged him to her chest. “Shhh…it’s okay hun, yer safe firefly.” Sun whined and buried his face against his mother’s chest. “It’s not fair…” Ana blinked, both Moon and Eclipse frowning. “What do you mean suga?” Sun curled up and hugged his knees, nuzzling against her fur. “I just wanted to give you the perfect mother’s day…and everything is just going wrong. I burned your breakfast, I destroyed your card, now we have no power and we can’t even go outside and I’m too scared to even do anything without the lights and…and-” Sun sniffled as the tears welled up. “Sunny…” Moon frowned, reaching toward his brother. “I-I’m an awful son!” Ana lowered her ears. She gently hugged Sun tighter to her chest and licked the tears from his cheeks. “Honey…this was already perfect. It was perfect simply cause I woke up to my boys being as sweet as ever.” “But…But-” 

Ana hushed him gently. “You boys don’t know how much ya done for me. You made me so much better, firefly. All of ya have.” 

Moon and Eclipse scooted closer to their mother and brother. Sun whimpered a bit. “I just wanted to show you how much we appreciated you…” Ana chuffed lovingly at that and placed another kiss on the top of his crescent. “You don’t have to come up with a whole schedule to make me feel loved or appreciated. You three have done that every day ever since I adopted you. I love you three so much and I can’t imagine my life without you…” “So…I didn’t ruin mother’s day?”

Ana raised an amused brow at that. “Not by a longshot. In fact…know my idea of a perfect mother’s day?” Sun looked up curiously at her, only to squeak as he felt her fingers on his sides. “Simply having my boys in my company and seeing them smile~” She chuffed, nuzzling the rays and poking around his sides and belly. “EEP! Eeheheheeheee! Mahahahamahaha! Nyahahaho fahahair!” Moon and Eclipse laughed too which only seemed to grow as Ana pulled them over to use her tail on Moon and her other paw on Eclipse. “Nuh uh~ none of you are safe sweethearts~!” Ana cooed playfully as she kept tickling up a few more minutes. She gave them a break, having her triplets slumped beside her and snuggling into her fur. “I love you boys…” “Wehehe love you too mahamaha.” Moon giggled while Eclipse snuggled against her side tiredly. “Y-you’re the best mom we could’ve asked for.” Ana smiled and looked down at Sun. “You feel better, firefly?” Sun laid across her forearm. He giggled happily and nodded. “Y-yeah. I’m sorry, mama.” “For what?” “Panicking…and overdoing it.” Sun sighed. “I guess less is more huh…?” Ana snorted and nuzzled his belly, earning another fit of giggles. “Well, sometimes. But really, I just want ya to understand you don’t need to do anything big to show yer love and appreciation. Not with how you boys are every day. Work or not. I can always look forward to playing with ya and seeing those sweet smiles on yer faces.” She chuffed. “Now, how bout we grab some lanterns and grab some cards or board games so we can wait this storm out.” “Yea!!” Sun cheered as he sat up. He stopped realizing the lights were off still and looked to Moon. His twin chuckled before standing and walking with him so he wouldn’t be so scared. Eclipse smiled as he watched his brothers leave and turned back to his mother. “He tries so hard…I’m glad he isn’t beating himself up..” Ana looked to Eclipse and smiled. “That’s what family does after all…assure ya and pull ya out of the dark…and I sure got the best lil family I could have ever asked for.” Eclipse giggled lightly and relaxed against her. “Us too mom…”

[july-19th-club]

one thing about getting sick for me is that before covid (the first time) my colds and flus and whatnot all went in a very specific pattern: i would get a sore throat for a day or two, then violently congested for three or four days, then a runny nose/drainage for three or four days after that, and finally a cough, which was my favorite part of the cold (if a person can be said to have a favorite part of a cold) because it meant it was almost over AND that the problem was largely not in my face and neck anymore. but any illness i've had since that first covid has been all over the map - either i don't get the sore throat at all, just straight into the congestion, or the sore throat happens at a different time, or longer, or worse, or i have to spit a lot because otherwise i get so nauseous from sinus drainage that i throw up, or the congestion and the runny nose happen concurrently with not just each other but ALSO the sore throat (which is what's happening right now and i hate it) and like. because it doesn't follow the pattern i spent twenty-six years of my life getting used to, i'm always freaked out. which i would be anyway because ever since i had the first covid getting sick freaks me out. and it should freak more people out if im being honest. but this is a weird one bc like. i dont know how it did that but it disrupted MY trusty sick pattern

[rinbowaman]

HI, I LOVE UR WRITING SO MUCH!!

can u do something,like a oneshot Or something for heeseung where because of being an idol he can't date but he's also a hormonal man so he gets hot and bothered due to stress and other factors often but now it's gotten to a point where he can't concentrate, he needs pussy. So he tells his manager who pulls him aside one day to ask him what's wrong with him. Now the manager arranges someone (YOU) as a stress reliever for heeseung. U can continue the rest hehe:)

”The Arrangement.”

Warnings: Idol HS and y/n, oral (fem receiving), reader is getting paid for sex, hints of rough smut.

“Heeseung, come on! More energy! Bring out Ethan Lee! Concert is in a few hours, we need everyone on point.”

Heeseung’s hands remained firm on his hips as he rolled his eyes and caught his breath. He was frustrated, angry, and disappointed, mainly because there was a lot of truth in the staff’s words, he wasn’t as lively or energetic…in fact, he was slacking. 

“Yeah….got it. Can we do another take?” 

The staff and creative director all nod and aired the track as the boys performed their routine. “Yes! Just like that! Keep doing that Heeseung!”

“Nice wink, Jake! Do that more!”

“Sunoo, more smiling!”

“Jungwon, tilt your chin down more on this part.”

“Nice one Niki!”

“Jay, too sexy! Tone it down just a tad.”

“Sunghoon, do that thing that the girls like, you know, lick the fangs. That drives them crazy, and we want them to go ballistic during the concert.”

By the end of the hour, the group had completed a lengthy six hour session, with only ten minutes to spare before hair and makeup. “Changeover!” the staff yells out, already herding the young men backstage. 

“Heeseung…you good?”

“Huh?  Oh…yeah….”

“You sure? You seem to be out of it, I know it’s hard to get rest when we’re busy on tour…just a few more days and we can finally get a break.” Jake was always understanding, and normally he could guess the issue and provide the motivation as a resolve for everyone, including the eldest. However, this time…he wasn’t guessing correctly. 

“Yeah…thanks.” Heeseung merely stated before changing into the first outfit. He wasn’t tired or feeling restless, maybe to an extent, but that really wasn’t the cause of his lack in performance. The man was yearning; hungry for a desire that could not be fulfilled by the pampering treatment of first class air tickets, the rising fame of popularity, or the lavish hotel stay. He needed flesh, and badly. 

While it was customary for idol’s to keep things hush-hush as far as their personal lives went, it didn’t mean that they could indulge, so long as it never reached public sight or hearing. What with the frequent dates he’s gone on with many of the most well known female idols, some younger or older, the rigorous tour schedule had kept him from maintaining anything steady, and for so long he had been running dry. He wasn’t necessarily desperate, just needed the warmth and comfort of a suitable woman. 

The concert ended, and as always, the group had served well and performed fantastically. The energy was thriving and the atmosphere was filled with screams as each member waved goodbye. 

Finally, it was all done. 

“Well…we got two more days here until we fly back. We gonna do anything?” Jake inquires openly as he high-fives each member. 

“Niki and I were going to go try out this restaurant. They charge $300 per steak.”

“Oh I heard about that place. Don’t they have a year-long waitlist?” 

“Manager got us in.”

Heeseung pretended to be asleep, propping his head against the window as his arms remained firmly crossed against his chest. His ears pricked up as he overheard the ongoing conversation inside the van. 

After arriving at the hotel, everyone went into their respective rooms. As usual, Heeseung had a room entirely by himself, which he and the members were instructed to tell the fans that it was all due to chance of winning “Rock, Paper, Scissors” when in reality, the eldest of the group receives such privileges as customary within the industry. But for the sake of reflecting the bond and “softness” within their image, the company deemed it better to lie about the room assignments. 

He tosses his leather jacket aside as it flops onto the chair backing. Exhaustion took over his entire body as he threw himself on the bed. His eyes slowly open as he reaches for his phone, half of his face still buried into the plush bedding as he explores his pocket and dig it out. There was no way he could spend another night alone, taking care of his needs by hand. WIth as many callouses he had, there was no way he could even make it feel natural or good, there wasn’t enough lotion in the world that could cover up and mend the roughness of his hardworking skin. 

“We need to talk.” was all he types in before sending off the message. 

A few moments pass before he hears the knocking at his door. “Well that was fast…Mr. Manager.” he softly whispers while lifting his body off the bed. 

“Heeseung, what’s up?”

“Need you to come inside for a second.”  Heeseung nonchalantly spoke out as he turned and lazily plops himself on the couch. HIs manager followed closely behind and took a seat across, looking at the young man intently before raising the concern yet again. “Everything alright?”

“You really have to ask?” Heeseung peeks from under his elbow as he drapes an arm over his eyes. He really didn’t like to make eye contact when it came to the topic of girls and dating…and this wasn’t going to be any easier. “I need a woman…”

“.....you mean….a date?” his manager tries to confirm, before a snappy Heeseung gently corrects him. 

“Not to date….I need a woman…I need skin…flesh…hair….and nails to dig into my skin with a feminine voice to scream out my name.” 

“....so you want a prostitute?” 

“NOT A PROSTITUTE!” on the verge of losing it, Heeseung sits up rather abruptly as he squares his gaze over to his manager. He really wasn’t trying to be impatient or unpleasant, he was in a vulnerable state of mind. No man should ever go so long without feel the pleasures of someone else’s body, especially someone who is constantly surrounded by all these pretty little fans that were filling his mind with all sorts of sordid thoughts….them with their perfect makeup, the sweet fragrances of their perfume and those damn long and elegant acrylic nails. Day in and day out, he’s surrounded by feminine energy, it all contributed to this sexual demise he was falling into. “I’m just going to put it this way….if you don’t find me someone that can keep their mouth shut, and spend one night with me, then I am going to lose it. I’m on the verge of doing reckless things, and I can’t control it. Just find me someone that isn’t a prude but isn’t desperate.”

The manager knew Heeseung well enough to know when the young man was on the road to destruction, this was one of them. The heat of anger coming from his eyes was enough to tell him what he had to do. The hardest factor about this thing is finding someone suitable, not only in appearance but in their manners; he’d have to be cunning and covert. 

Five hours in, he nearly fell to the ground in defeat when suddenly…

“Excuse me, Sir?”

“Hm? Yes?”

“You dropped this back at the last walkway.” 

“Oh!...Thank you….”

You turned to  continue on with your own business when the gentleman spoke out in haste, you had assumed it was because he wanted to thank you once again for returning his wallet, but the tune of his wording made you realize that that wasn’t the case. 

“Young lady, I have a proposition for you…do you have a minute?”

…………………….

A half hour later, after an internal hesitant debate, you caved in at the young man’s offer. You weren’t the type to ever hook up with a random man, even an idol, but the fact that you had been running dry since your last break up over a year ago, and not to mention the exquisite monetary offer that would cover three months of your rent, which would leave you that much stress free from everything else going on. Your final year in college has been more demanding than the previous, so much that you had to quit your part time job, which left you struggling financially. All of this led to the perfect combination of desperation, sexually frustrated, and mentally drained. By the time he mentioned that a non-disclosure agreement would mandate that both you and the idol would refrain from exposing your identities, you accepted. 

Expressing that you wanted to get it done and over with, the man took you to the lavish hotel room, the most expensive in your home country. You weren’t entirely sure how you felt, being taken to an extremely fancy hotel room to meet a young and handsome performer and spend one night with him…for sex. Should you bail out now? 

“We’re here. Here’s the key card, it’s on the third floor, room number 306.” 

You take the key card and paused, thinking for a moment if you should just tell him that the deal was off. But the subtle push over towards the elevator pretty much sealed your night. 

You walked through the narrow corridor, staring at the gold engraving of the numbers on the key card. With a deep breath, you gently knocked on the door before inserting the key. “Hello?” you gently speak out as you open the door. The entire room was dimmed with a golden hue with no one in sight; the massive bed topped with goose feather pillows and comforter sets up an enticing welcome as you breach closer to the main layout. 

“Well hello.”

You turned in haste upon hearing the deep voice from behind, and saw him. He was leaning back against the wall, behind the door panel side. No wonder you didn’t see him when entering, the wide door swing provided enough cover for him to remain elusive yet still having enough sight to observe how delectable you look. His manager outdid himself. 

“Oh…hi…I’m sorry…my name is–”

“Y/N…”

“Y-yeah…”

The manager must have already texted the idol your name. You couldn’t lie, this entire thing was uncomfortable, and you were on the verge of backing out when the man started to walk over, stepping into the warm light. He had a handsome face, and was tall…very tall, but of all things that got to you, was the glaring look he had in his eye. He looked hungry, famished even, with the way he stroked his finger across his lips as he tilted his chin downard, arms loosely crossed as he took each step steadily. 

“Um…I’m not sure…if I should–”

“You’re already here…might as well get it going.”

He grabbed onto your shoulders, proceeding to walk forward as he herd’s you backwards until your back meets the opposite wall. He really was hungry, and unfortunately for you, it was contagious. WIth the way his hands roamed all over our body, the way his mouth immediately latched onto your throat, and the way his fingers ripped your blouse apart, sending buttons flying all over, he was a demon tainting every sense of rationality in your mind and you loved it. Still, you were experiencing hesitancy, but the moment he peeled your bra down and began sucking on your nipples, leaving squelching kisses the soft skin on your mounds. “W-wait…”

He doesn’t respond. Instead, he drags you down onto the ground, pushing you back to lay you down, leaving you completely vulnerable. He had to be hurting with the way he was feasting on your body, so much that you wondered exactly just how long he had gone without it, and was it longer than you? 

“I-I…” was all you could manage to stutter when he started to lift your skirt, ruffling it around your waist as he fingers the damask lining of your thigh high stockings. With a mouthful of your skin, he muffles his burning desire. “Stop trying to push me away…I’ve been hurting for so long.” 

You ignored his words as you continued to create some distance. You were torn, he felt so good rubbing your curves but also made you feel scared with how pushy and forceful he was becoming. You nearly screamed out when the sudden warmth of soft, plush lips tenderly kissed your clitoris. Being so caught up with his mannerisms, you hadn’t realized that he dragged and tore your panties off, leaving you bare and exposed. The way his tongue circulated around and pressed in between the folds of your womanhood caused you to drop your hands to your side, no longer putting up any resistance. He kept going, licking and twirling his tongue around, making your head spin vigorously as he committed the only gentle act of the night, which was placing his hands on your inner thighs and pushing them apart as he buried his face deeper into your core. 

You moaned out in extreme ecstasy, arching your back and digging your hips downward. You gulped down hard swallows as you try to catch your breath, but the sensation of his nose and mouth inducing the most pleasure you’ve felt in over a year had you inadvertently suppressing screams, choking on your own breaths. 

“O-oh!...Oh my God! P-please!” You dug your fingernails into the floorboard, squinting your eyes shut as you gasped out your moans, he went in faster and flickered his tongue deeper while shoving it inside your cavity. Groaning out his pleasures, he growls as he thrusts it in and out. He closes your legs together, pressing them closer to your chest as he wraps his arms around your thighs, still slurping and thrusting his oral muscle. Propping his stature on the caps of his knees, he hugs your thighs close to his chest as he lifts your derriere from off the floor as he brings you closer to the edge. HIs face shoved in against your taint, his slick tongue going in and out at a vigorous momentum, the faint echoes of his cheeks slapping into you as the impact caused your body to shift up while he had you partially levitated did you in, and you screamed out your moans. With your thighs shook, lips quivered, and chest heaving, you laid restlessly as the hot stream of fresh tears escaped from the outer corners of your closed eyes. Your heavy breathing became a rewarding sight as he remained in his kneeling position, unbuckling his belt. A smirk creeps up on his face as he sheds off his attire, chuckling in a demeaning manner as he looks down at you, somewhat pitifully and yet adoringly. 

“Oh pretty thing…the night is just getting started. Got a lot of pent up frustration in me, and unfortunately, I’m about to take it out all on you. Now…grab it…and scream out my name.”

……………………..

Days had passed since that night, and you still felt sore in between your legs. It was stingy, yet the pulsating rampage also reminded you of the greatest pleasure you had felt in all your life. Not even your ex-boyfriend, the one who was known to frequent the college campus girls, could even make you feel remotely as good. Must be an idol thing, either that or there must be something in the water in South Korea. Too bad you’ll never see him again. 

You were making your way over towards the bus station ahead, when a large crowd blocked your way. 

“Oh come on…” you tilted your head left, and right, all to find a small loophole within the bustling groups of young girls screaming their heads off and flashing dozens of pictures. You shuffled your way through, not paying any mind to your surroundings, when all of a sudden a young fellow dressed in black approaches you.

“Miss y/n?”

“Yes?...who are you?”

The man declines to answer, instead, he hands you a folded piece of paper. You unfolded it to read the contents, looking rather confused. 

‘Hey pretty thing, you free tonight?’

Looking up, the staff member smiles as he points to the side, indicating for you to look in that direction. Turning your head over shoulder, you were stunned to see the man from the other night, the idol who violated you with his tongue and cock, had you begging for more until the wee hours of the early morning. It was him…

“Oh my God is he looking at me?!”

“No he’s looking at me!”

“Heeseung! Heeseung!” 

All the girls waved and jumped, but the direct eye contact and small smirk told you of who he truly was looking at. He sends off a wink which had all the girls pool into an emotional and hormonal mess, leaving only you standing upright, with his eyes still looking directly into your own, he silently mouths out the words to you. 

“My…pretty….thing.”

[missmeinyourbones]

WHERE LOVE LIVES

big bro touya & little snotty brother shouto, noncanon verse where rei got the kids the fuck out of that house!!!! slightly suggestive at first but shouto is a cockblock, i love u todobros, part 2?

Against the creaks of the floorboards and the buzz of the streetlights outside, the Todoroki household is relatively calm. 

It’s barely the beginning of summer. Though it's rather late, the sun only set a mere hour ago and the humidity in the air still holds up, even without the harsh rays marinating the sky. 

The Todoroki house itself is on the smaller side, especially for a family as large as they are. Filled to the brim with trinkets and out of place belongings, there’s not much wiggle room for architectural design or things that aren't deemed necessities. 

But it’s well-loved, by a gentle mother and her four rowdy children. There are scratches on the floor from Shouto’s scooter that’s meant to be used only outdoors, and a chip in the beige paint from where Natsuo pushed Touya into the wall. Fuyumi’s work sneakers carefully sit beside the front door’s welcome mat. It’s a house and a home. 

With Touya’s mother out for the night, the eldest son was left in charge of the house—and with that, his siblings. When your boyfriend charmingly invited you to spend the night at his place, he might’ve left out that tiny detail. 

“Babe,” the squeaking of Touya’s mattress can he heard as he whines against your cheek, “you serious?” 

You push him, though your warm smile betrays your rough action, “Deadly.”

Touya smirks at your resistance—he’s always loved a good challenge. His hands crawl up your sides, squeezing at the sensitive skin by your hips and waist. He laughs under his breath when you gasp on top of him at the brushing of his fingertips. 

“Not even a quickie?” he smugly instigates. 

“Touya, all three of your siblings are home.”

He remains unphased, shrugging beneath you. His chapped lips find your neck, crawling up to your jaw and right below your ear. He sucks a bit harshly on the one spot he knows you like so much. 

“So? We can be quiet.”

You laugh at his bold words, and Touya hums happily against the vibration of your throat. 

“You’ve never been quiet a day in your life,” you remind him.

“I could learn,” he’s quick to retort. With a sudden buck of his hips, you feel his half-hard length rub briefly against your heat. Touya doesn't miss the way you bite your tongue to hide your whimper. 

At his foul play, you lean in dangerously close—not close enough to give him the satisfaction of your lips touching—before whispering.

“Sorry, I don’t fuck bad babysitters.”

Touya’s tongue skims his canine as he growls. “That’s a fuckin’ lie and you know it.” 

You let him kiss you, and it's short and sweet despite his lewd words. But Touya works for more. His soft tongue tries to encourage your mouth to open, but you let him fail the first few times. On his third persistent try, you let your jaw fall open just enough to allow him access into your mouth. 

A soft moan purrs in your chest, and when Touya opens his eyes to take in (what he knows to be) the alluring sight, his eyes catch a tiny figure standing in his bedroom doorway. 

“Fuckin’ christ—” he jumps beneath you, bucking you off in the process and scootching upwards against his bedframe. 

You turn in panic to look at the now cracked open door, only to see a tiny Shouto. With squinting eyes and a pout on his face, his dainty hand fiddles against the doorknob of your boyfriend’s room. 

Touya runs his hands through his overgown roots in frustration. 

Now, he knows how dramatic he can be at times, but he means it when he says that this might be the worst thing to ever happen to him. Shouto, of all people, cockblocking you two. It’s like a comedy sketch written by his own personal devil.

“The fuck are you doing up?” he dares to ask him, though you don’t miss the “fuckin’ perv” he grumbles at the end of the question. 

“I—” a sniffled hiccup interrupts the smallest Todoroki’s declaration, “don’t feel good.”

Touya glares at his whimpering younger brother, unimpressed. “Go tell Natsuo,” he decides. 

“He’s asleep,” Shouto immediately whines in reply, because of course he tried Natsuo first. “And Fuyumi is studying for her big test tomorrow,” his voice drifts off as his eyes find the floor.

Touya, the last resort sibling, kisses his teeth and throws a pillow towards the door. 

“Well, ’m busy, too.” He returns to nip at your neck once more, but the glare you give him tells him otherwise. Unphased by your glare, he continus to lean in, but you dodge his advance and push his shoulder with your palm. 

“Fuck,” he groans dramatically, throwing his head back in frustration. He turns his direction back to the boogery nuisance in his doorway. “Go drink water or something,” he waves him off with a hand. 

“Touya,” you hiss at your boyfriend’s coldness. He looks at you and shrugs, as if you’d approve of his dismissive reaction. Your eyes roll just as quickly as your voice beckons softly, “Come here, Shouto.”

You move to the edge of the bed and the sniffly boy trots over to you on heavy feet. His pajamas are wrinkled, presumably from tossing and turning in his bed for the last few hours. His hands hover over his abdomen as he hunches in nausea.

Your hand finds his forehead, sticky with sweat. “What doesn’t feel good?”

Shouto’s nose crinkles in disgust, and Touya rolls his eyes at the dramatics. 

You’re no stranger to any of the Todoroki siblings, especially the baby of the family. Between attending his school concerts and going out for ice cream celebrations, it’s safe to say there’s a lot of talk in the house about Touya’s pretty girlfriend—whom all siblings aren’t shy to vocalize is way out of his league. 

“My stomach feels weird,” he whispers behind a frown. 

You coo at his agony, fingers rubbing his boyish cheeks in an attempt to soothe his discomfort. “Well, what did you eat last?”

Shouto thinks for a moment behind his usual deadpan expression before his eyes slowly flicker over to where his older brother huffs on his bed. 

“Touya got us pizza for dinner,” he remembers. 

“Okay,” you nod. You remember seeing a few discarded pizza boxes when you first came in. “How many slices did you have?”

Shouto clams up in guilt at your innocent question, fumbling with his fingers and words as he croaks out a weak, “Seven…”

Your eyes grow in shock, but you’re able to suppress your surprise and merely nod before not so discreetly turning to his guardian for the night behind you in disappointment. 

Touya looks like a deer caught in headlights when you hiss through clenched teeth. “Seven?! What is wrong with you?”

He shrugs defensively, gesturing to the blob of red, white, and sniffles behind you. 

“He’s like… old,” Touya attempts to defend himself. “Figured I didn't have to watch him eat.”

Your eyes shoot daggers through his skin, and while he would normally love getting this look from you, he hates that it's in defense of his stupid brother. 

“Okay,” you sigh, turning back to the younger Todoroki. His eyes soften when you extend a hand to his slightly chubbier one, “Why don’t we go find some medicine and lay down for a bit, yeah?”

Shouto’s face lights up at the offer—but naturally, with one Todoroki sibling’s happiness comes another’s demise. 

“Woah woah woah—” Touya immediately stands up from his bed when his brother links your hand in his. He points at an accusatory at the little fucker when he gawks, “Who the fuck is ‘we’? Shouto knows where the medicine is.” 

“Touya,” comes your same warning from earlier, and while Touya loves pushing your buttons, he knows his final strike is always the third. 

So the three of you make your way downstairs—you and Shouto hand in hand while Touya grumpily trudges behind you. 

Touya’s right—for once in his life—because Shouto naturally guides you right to the medicine closet, opening the door for you and everything. What a little gentleman. 

A quick browse of the options and you decide on a bottle labeled for stomach relief. The bottle itself is opened but decently full, and Shouto behaves like a pro when he grabs himself a glass of water in preparation for his dose. 

You pour the designated amount into a medicine cup and lightly cringe at the thick consistency. The artificial advertisement of bubblegum and strawberry can only do so much to disguise the fact that, at the end of the day, it’s still medicine. You hear Touya stifle a gag from behind you, but you know it’s half to piss his younger brother off.

Shouto remains unphased, downing the liquid like a champ and silently rinsing out his mouth with his water. You swear you see him shoot Touya a look, one with slightly raised eyebrows that reads something along the lines of victory. 

You usher the two of them to the couch. Touya plops on the cushions obnoxiously, going as far as reaching for the television remote before you pluck it from his grasp. 

Though you sit beside him, knees skimming one another, it’s not enough for Touya—because Shouto makes himself at home with his head in your lap. Bastard. 

With a nod of approval from Shouto, you decide on some cartoon from the early 90s—something with talking animals and childish violence. 

The silence between the three of you takes over, but it’s warm—like a relaxing blanket of weight. The Todoroki household is rarely quiet, let alone a good kind of quiet, so Touya decides to let Shouto win this round.

He shifts his gaze to look down at his youngest brother. Shouto lays comfortably on your lap, your hands delicately raking through his hair to help lull him to sleep. When he feels Touya’s hard gaze on him, he has no issue returning the stare. Under your embrace, Shouto smiles mischievously and sticks his tongue out in a taunt. 

With Touya’s feet clunkily spread out on the coffee table and his arm loosely draped around your shoulder, he silently mouths to his brother. 

“Bitch.”

[jasmines-library]

Could you please do a Winchester sister fic where her and the boys go on a hunt and something goes wrong and the sister gets hurt and tries to hide it because the boys are too busy blaming each other and fighting about the hunt going wrong until the sister like loses too much blood and like passes out or something

Dilemma

Summary: When you and your brothers get caught of guard during a werewolf hunt, they are quick to try and blame each other. But little do they know that their bickering might cost you your life.

Warnings: Fighting, Injuries, Hospitals

Word count: 2.1K

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“Why does it always have to be werewolves?” You groaned from the backseat, leaning your head up against the cool window. You and your brothers were on your way to a hunt just a few towns over from where you had been staying: A pack of particularly disruptive werewolves had been disrupting the town. 

“It’s not.” Sam shrugged, “We took out that banshee last week. and the poltergeist the week before that-”

“Don’t be pedantic, Sam. You know what I mean.” You pouted. 

“Look Sweetheart, I know you don’t like them but everything will be fine. This is a routine hunt and it’ll be over before you know it.”

You had always hated werewolves. Ever since you were you. The majority of them were cruel and tricky to catch, but over all just more of a pain in your ass than anything. 

“Sure.” You mumbled leaning back into your seat. “Whatever you say, Deano.”

~

The minute the impala rounded the corner they were on you. Swarming in from every corner of the space, weaving between the trees with their teeth bared and a cantankerous look plastered on their faces. You heard your eldest brother curse, reaching into the glove box and pulling out the gun loaded with silver bullets. Your fingers reached blindly for your silver knife stashed away in the side pocket of the door, as you continued to watch them swarm still not blinking. Like maybe if you focused on them hard enough they would disappear. Poof. Gone. 

Of course it’s never that simple, is it?

Dean’s fingers lingered on the door handle but before he tugged it to open the door, his green eyes met yours. One look said a million more things than words ever could. Be careful. Please. He pleaded with unspoken words. You gave him a nod of reassurance and that was all it took for him to turn and charge out of the car towards them.

They came toward you snarling. Thirsty for bloodshed. 

You charged forward, engaging yourself in a tussle with the nearest one. She bared her teeth, scowling as you charged at her with your knife. When you swung she jumped back so your blade missed her completely. Cursing, you moved around her quickly as she moved to attack. She went low trying to catch you off guard but your trained eye noticed this and you stepped out of the way. When her back was to you, you slashed down firmly with the weapon. The werewolf howled in pain struggling on the floor as the silver burned her skin before her body gave out and she lay dead on the ground. One down, who knows how many more to go. 

But it was like something had been set off the minute you killed that first wolf. Head’s snapped toward you, eyes twitching and two of them made a beeline for you. 

Gunshots fired and one of them went down before she had even managed to take more than three steps in your direction. Dean’s pistol simmered with heat as he moved to aim the trigger at the second but quickly had a change of plan when he was tackled to the side landing with an uncomfortable sounding grunt. The two of them scuffled on the ground as Sam tussled with two of his own.

The wolf that was racing toward you was bigger than you. Much Much bigger. And stronger, given his wolfish strength. The thought made your stomach drop a little. But you had handled worse. 

He swung at you with his claws which you managed to duck under. As you moved, you managed to nick his calf with your blade. Not enough to really do any damage, but enough to piss him off even more. He turned impossibly fast, knocking you to the ground. You groaned as you collided with the gravel but scrambled to get back on your feet and then ran, trying to create some distance between the two of you until you either found a way to get the upper hand or one of your brothers noticed. But the werewolf was much faster, and so it had been a stupid idea in the first place. He gripped the back of your shirt, jolting you back before slamming you into a tree. Your knife dropped to the floor and you had to bite your lip to keep the whimper slipping from your lips as you heard your ribs crack from the blunt force. 

And then his face was uncomfortably close to yours. So much so that you could feel his hot breath fanning across your neck. 

“You killed her.” He spat, pinning you closer to the tree and letting the bark dig into your back. Droplets of blood began to seep into your shirt from where his nails dug into your skin as he pinned you into place. 

“Yeah. And you’re next.” You lifted your leg to knee him in the groin. He recoiled and you scrambled for your knife in vain for he knocked you to the ground with another kick to your already injured ribs. You went down with a cry and he moved to pin your wrist to the ground before kicking the knife away and tossing you back up against the tree. 

“I thought you would be better than this, Winchester.” The werewolf taunted “An infamous Winchester taken down pack of wolves.”

Then he slashed at you: Long, irregular stripes down your stomach tore open as he dug his claws into your skin. 

“Funny really. Almost poetic.”  He leaned closer, keeping you pinned as he loomed over you. His hands had found your waist making you squirm as he pushed his fingers into the wounds he had created. An agonised sob slipped out. “But I suppose it’s only fair. You kill my sister…so I kill you. Oh how I can’t wait to see the look on Sam’s-”

He never got to finish his sentence because he had dropped to the floor dead. Sam stood behind him with his pistol ready and a worried look on his face. That was when you noticed that the rest of the creatures had been disposed of by your brothers. 

“Jesus Christ, Kid. That was close.” Dean breathed out. “You need to be more careful.”

He was angry. You could tell from the way he stood; jaw clenched, shoulders a little too high to look natural. 

“You’re okay though?” He asked, checking you over visually for injuries.

You opened your mouth to speak but were cut off by your other brother. 

“ What the hell was that?” Sam frowned, drawing Dean’s piercing gaze away from you and  distracting him enough that he didn’t notice how you favoured one side.

“I’m sorry?” Dean’s eyebrows shot up and he stopped in his tracks, twisting toward his brother.

“You didn’t think to park somewhere less obvious?”

“We’re in the middle of nowhere, Sam.” Dean’s voice rose as he began to walk back to the car.

“Exactly. And they still knew we were coming.”

“And how is that my fault?” He scoffed. 

You had fallen behind. Their voices began to fade in and out as your head pounded, throbbing in sync with the gashes in your skin, still gushing with blood that stained your flannel. You pulled it closer, stumbling. Though soon it would do little to conceal what should have been so obvious to your brothers. 

“Dean…” Your vision swam and you lost your footing slightly. But your call went unheard. 

“Clearly they heard the car. If you were less obsessive over the damn thing and had just left it on the side of the road then they would never have known.” Sam spat. “Honestly Dean, It’s careless. An attack like that… Y/N could have gotten seriously hurt.”

“Oh so it’s all my fault?” Dean threw his hands up in the air as he snapped at his brother. “If you had done the research like you were supposed to then-”

“You always do this, Dean. You can’t always pin the blame on me. It wouldn’t hurt for you to help out once in a while instead of sleezing around in some bar-”

“Sammy…” You whispered, trying again to desperately gain one of their attention.

You felt sick. Weak. staggering slowly behind them. 

And then, you hit the floor. 

Your legs gave out beneath you and you crumpled to the ground in a heap of agony clutching at your stomach. 

“Y/N?!” Dean cried out your name at the sound, whipping around. His eyes widened in horror at the sight as he dropped to your side. Wrapping his arm over you, he rolled you onto your side to examine what he had failed to see before.

Sam paled at your bloody hands, gawping as crimson flowed around what little pressure you applied. 

You whimpered as Dean pushed up your shirt to reveal the mangled cuts. Sam sucked in a sharp breath as he blinked away tears. 

“S’rry.” You slurred eyes barely open as your head lolled on the ground. “Tried to… tried to t’ll you…”

“Shh.” Sam’s voice trembled. He gripped your hand to try and ground you not caring for the way your blood tainted his skin. “It’s okay. You’re gonna be just fine.”

“Mmh-” you cried out as Dean applied pressure to the wound with his bundled up flannel. The cold air pinched at his skin. He cared little for it. They needed to get you to the car. It wasn’t far at all; he could see the bonnet shining in the moonlight. But the thought of moving you made his stomach weak. 

“We need to move her.” Sam voiced. 

“I know.” Dean swallowed thickly. He took a deep breath. “Okay. Sweetheart, we need to move you okay it’s going to hurt but you need to stay awake, okay? You’ve already lost too much blood.”

You made no response except an incoherent murmur. You skin was paler than usual and your lips had began to turn a concerning shade of blue. But the cold was worse. 

“Okay. On three Sammy. You lift.” 

Sam nodded. 

“One…Two…Three-”

Sam lifted you swiftly, expecting you to howl in pain. But your body didn’t so much as twitch. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you passed out.

~

“I’m sorry, Sam.” 

The two of them sat waiting anxiously at your side. They had rushed you into the hospital, alarming the nurses as they demanded you get help. 

The youngest Winchester bounced his leg. “She’s going to be fine.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

Sam shifted his gaze ever so slightly, afraid to tear his eyes away from you for too long. 

“I shouldn’t have yelled. It wasn’t your fault.”

Sam nodded gently. “It’s not yours either, Dean. So don’t go getting that in your head.”

“But it is-”

“Stop. We’re not talking about this now. I can’t.” He returned to watching over you cautiously. 

The two of them fell into a pregnant silence. 

“The doctors said she should be awake soon.” Dean tried to lighten the mood, but somehow it made it feel darker. 

“I know.”

“You think she’ll be mad?”

“Who, Y/n?” Sam tilted his head. Dean nodded. “Nah. She’s too forgiving.”

“Yeah. Wonder who she gets that from.” Dean teased playfully. Sam just rolled his eyes and continued to rub circles into your hand. 

And then you stirred, scrunching your face up. When you tried to shift, your eyes shot open as pain joleted through you despite the drugs the hospital had dosed you up with. 

“Hey, Hey.” Sam cooed.  “You’re alright. It’s okay.”

“De? Sammy?” You blinked. 

“Yeah Sweetheart. It’s us.”

“You’re in the hospital.” Sam added. “They fixed you up.” You nodded slowly, noting the bags under their eyes and the extra stubble. “Are you okay?”

Dean could have laughed. “You’re in the hospital and the first thing you ask is if we’re okay?”

You fell silent, shrugging, which caused your ribs to pull, earning a wince. 

“What are we gonna do with you huh, Kiddo?” Dean chuckled. “You’re too good for this world.”

“Well then, it’s a good thing she’s gonna be around for a long while longer.”

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[dominadespina]

LAZAREVIC SISTERS V

Olivera Lazarevic

Early Life

Olivera Lazarević, also often referred to in Byzantine and Greek sources as Maria, was the fifth child and youngest daughter of Knez Lazar and his wife Milica.

She was likely born around 1372/1373 and raised in her father’s capital, Kruševac, receiving the same education as her elder sisters, under the guidance of their mother and maternal aunt, Nun Jefimija.

Like most in her family, she was a fanatic of the arts and literature. Though she was never an artist in her own right, she acted as a patron of it.

There is a folk legend that in her youth, Olivera caught the attention of the Serbian knight, Miloš Obilić, who happened to be a frequent visitor at her father’s court and was considered one of the family.

This attraction led to a marriage proposal by Obilić, yet he was refused by her father, using her young age as an excuse.

Marriage to Sultan Bayezid I

Following the Battle of Kosovo in the summer of 1389, and the death of Sultan Murad I and execution of Knez Lazar, the Serbs abided themselves in a vassalage to the Ottomans due to the Hungarian attacks, who wanted to take charge of Serbia and the advancement of the Ottomans.

To officialize this "ending" vendetta, a proposal was made to the then regent, Milica, of a union of peace with the newly crowned Sultan Bayezid, son of Sultan Murad. Although the mother tried to fight and prolong her final decision, by the end of that same year, her youngest daughter was betrothed to the new Sultan.

The Serbian lords, who were quite unhappy about this betrothal, involved themselves in some sort of intrigues to make Bayezid suspicious in order to prevent this union. However, it obviously did not prevail.

It is unclear if the wedding reception took place in late 1389 or in the spring of 1390. As stated by Konstantin Kostenecki in his biography of Stefan Lazarević written in 1431, he reports that after the Ottoman ambassadors and Milica agreed on the marriage, Stefan appeared before Bayezid with his sister Olivera and the marriage took place. As far as we know, the proposal was accepted in late 1389.

Nonetheless, one thing is for sure, and that is the fact that the reception took place no later than the spring of 1390. This is because the joint action of the Serbs and Turks against the Hungarians in northern Serbia, southern Hungary, and eastern Bosnia took place already in the spring or at the latest in the summer of that year, meaning by the spring of 1390, Olivera was married to the same man who gave orders for her father’s execution.

The wedding seems to have been kept quiet as it appears to have taken place in a mosque, following a Muslim ceremony. Many Serbian lords and people were unhappy about their Orthodox Christian Princess marrying a Muslim, even if it brought some temporary peace to Serbia.

According to Ducas, a 15th-century historian, on top of many talents of silver from Serbia's mines, Bayezid received "a tender virgin."

With this marriage came a new title and epithet. Ottomans referred to her as "Devlet Hatun," meaning "State Woman" or "Queen," while she also earned a Greek nickname/epithet, "Despina," meaning female despot, queen, or mistress.

It appears that for the rest of her life, she was referred to by this epithet instead of her actual name.

A Woman of Great Influence

Despite the unfavorable circumstances in which this political marriage began, it is noted by historical and contemporary historians that Bayezid loved and valued the counsel of his wife, Despina. It is accepted that the couple welcomed three daughters together; the eldest bears an unknown name, the second in line is Pasa Melek, and the youngest is Oruz.

Her legendary beauty, noble background, and education played a key role in Bayezid’s favoritism of her over all his other consorts and in his trust in her counsel.

From the moment she arrived until his last breath, she remained his main and favorite wife, and had influence on her husband's politics, which played in favor of her people.

Despina was, of course, blamed for having introduced European customs, wine, and mass partying into the once "pious" Ottoman court, and for "whispering in her brother’s favor." However, these criticisms were mostly due to the fact that she was a Christian wife and remained one even though she had influence over her husband. This of course, played a role in the Muslim Ottomans distain of her.

Though it is unknown if Despina reciprocated the same sentiment towards her husband, it is noted that wherever Bayezid went, he could not sperate from the Serbian Princess, and thus he took her everywhere with him, suggesting that throughout their marriage she remained a loyal companion.

Throughout his reign, and despite coming and going concubines, Bayezid remained devoted to one woman: Despina.

According to Serbian sources, her biggest accomplishments were to partake in Bayezid’s decision to transfer a vast portion of Vuk Branković’s lands (her brother-in-law through Mara) in 1397, following the man’s death and place them under the governance of her younger brother, Stefan.

The other was to save her brother from Bayezid’s wrath in 1398 when he was accused of conspiring with the King of Hungary. Stefan came to the Sultan after the failed attempt of his mother to defend him. It is believed that Olivera was the one who stepped up, and her brother was forgiven upon admitting his fault.

Captivity

Following the aftermath of the Battle of Ankara in 1402, a battle which Bayezid and his sons, Mustafa and Musa, lost and were taken as captives, Timur sent his generals to plunder Bursa, taking many treasures from the palace with them, including Bayezid's concubines. Eventually, they made their way to Yenisehir, where Despina was hiding with two of her daughters.

Despina and her household were brought to Timur and later to Bayezid, who was being kept captive in a tent. Although they were treated with respect at first, events occurred that led to Bayezid being humiliated and kept in an iron cage, while his wife was forced to perform menial tasks at festivities.

Unable to bear the insult made towards his wife, Bayezid committed suicide in his iron cage and was temporarily buried in Akşehir, where he had passed.

Timur is believed to have felt great guilt because of this and released Bayezid’s entourage. He married Despina’s daughters to the son of one of his generals and the other to his grandson, Ebu Bakr Mirza. Both daughters moved to Samarkand where they lived with their families.

In 1404, Despina was released along with her step-son, Musa, during the transfer of Bayezid’s body to his personal mosque in Bursa. It is assumed she attended his second funeral.

As the Advisor of the Despots

Following her release, nothing is known or recorded about Despina's whereabouts until the 1420s. It is believed by some that she might have stayed in Bursa or somewhere nearby with her youngest daughter until she grew tired of the battle for the throne going on between Bayezid’s sons and later moved to Serbia.

Or, she might have stayed until the time her youngest daughter was married off.

After her return to Serbia, she took her place at her already widowed brother's side as his comforter and trusted advisor. However, she never lived at court but instead had her own residence in the courtyard of Belgrade.

She was extremely popular, respected, and valued in her homeland. Even during her lifetime, the Serbs referred to her as “Esther” due to her sacrificial marriage to a persecutor of the Christians.

During her stay in Dubrovnik, it is plausible she met with her sister and brother-in-law, Sandalj Hranic, though some historians believe she was there for diplomatic reasons, possibly to acquire information on her brother-in-law to inform her younger brother; the now Despot Stefan Lazarevic.

In 1427, her younger brother passed away, but this did not end her influence. Soon after, she acted as an advisor to her nephew, Durad Brankovic, and from 1430 onwards, moved with his family to Smederevo, the new capital.

Murad II, the Ottoman Sultan at the time, must have believed that since Stefan Lazarevic had died without any children to proclaim as heir, then the state should pass from Stefan to his step-grandmother, Olivera, and thus to himself.

As a result of this situation and threat to their state, historians believe it was Despina who planned Mara Brankovic's marriage to Murad in order to prevent the Ottomans from advancing. And thus, the marriage was concluded in 1435 in the Ottoman capital.

Though this marriage, unlike Olivera's own marriage, did not prevent Ottoman expansion in Serbia.

In 1441, while her nephew Durad was in exile, she traveled from Dubrovnik to Bar, where it is believed she was able to convey secret diplomatic letters to her nephew.

Later Life

Nothing is known about the later life of Despina from 1443 onwards; they lost track of her.

The last time she is mentioned alive is in a 1443 document, in which her sister, Jelena, names her as her executor in her will. She left money to Despina in order to build a burial place for her and to distribute some of the money to the poor.

After this, nothing more is recorded; it is unknown when, where, and how she died.

Issue

Unkown Hatun

Pasa Melek Hatun

Oruz/Uruz Hatun

( Sources: Osmanlı Sarayı’nda Bir Sırp Prenses/ Mileva Olivera Lazarevic by Mustafa Çağhan Keskin, КЋЕРИ КНЕЗА ЛАЗАРА ИСТОРИЈСКА СТУДИЈА ПОГОВОР by Jelka Redep, Dve srpske sultanije : Olivera Lazarevic (1373-1444) : Mara Brankovic (1418-1487) by Nikola Giljen, “КЋЕРИ КНЕЗА ЛАЗАРА ИСТОРИЈСКА СТУДИЈА ПОГОВОР” by Jelka Redep, Dve srpske sultanije : Olivera Lazarevic (1373-1444) : Mara Brankovic (1418-1487) by Nikola Giljen, The European Sultanas of the Ottoman Empire by Anna Ivanova Buxton )

[polutrope]

Just pure headcanons, what do you think happened during Maglor's reign as a king? I don't know if his reign was short or something but I remember it took some time before Fingon was able to save Maedhros and unite the noldor and there was still some division between the host of nolofinweans and feanorians. I wonder if he considered himself a placeholder until Maedhros returned or was he a reluctant king? Did the host respect him as a king, did his own brothers respect him as a king? I am so intrigued because, aside from Maedhros, I think Maglor deserved some shoutout lmao (No, this isn't a maglor-obsession-spree that I have been on, nu uh). Also, I feel like he would have some cordial relationship with Fingolfin, they could bond as the second sons having to take leadership because the eldest died/was abducted idk.

Oh no, starlitelwing. I hope you know the Pandora's Box you've just opened. King Maglor is one of my all-time favourite things to think about.

First of all: there's actually no canonical information on Maglor's position after the capture of Maedhros (in fact, we don't even know what Maedhros' title/position was after Feanor's death; all we know is that Feanor "claimed now the kingship of all the Noldor" in Tirion. Contested leadership is SO GOOD isn't it? anyway...).

The published Silmarillion glosses right over the question of who's in charge during the time between Feanor's death and Fingolfin's official assumption of the Kingship of the Noldor (which, if you ask me, Fingolfin effectively had been King since the time of Feanor's exile, and he was in any case Regent at the time of Finwe's death... he said he'd follow Feanor but the people following him were calling him Finwe Nolofinwe soooo... aiee, I digress again). The book gallops at such a breakneck speed that you don't really notice the gap in leadership. Or, I didn't.

But then you look at the Grey Annals (where Tolkien Gateway gets most of its First Age dates) and you see that there are 2-3 Tree Years and 5 Sun Years between Maedhros' capture and his rescue. Now, however you imagine time works in Tree Years when there are no Trees, that's still a long time. Maedhros was gone at a minimum 6-7 years, more likely closer to the equivalent of 30 "regular" years. (That's way longer, by the way, than the time between Feanor's death and Maedhros' capture, which was like, a day to a month, at most. Maedhros, if he even was King, was King for way less time than whoever followed him. And he sucked at the job, btw. But I digress. Again.)

So someone had to be in charge for those 6 to 30 years, but whomst? That the leadership would pass after Feanor's death to the eldest son is logical, and that it would then pass to the next eldest is also logical. I see no reason to refute that, but note: it would not be uncanonical to have someone other than Maedhros or Maglor in charge at this time. You can make King Celegorm a thing and still be canon-compliant!

This passage in the published Silm is basically the extent of the activities of the sons of Feanor during Maedhros' absence:

Then the brothers of Maedhros drew back, and fortified a great camp in Hithlum; but Morgoth held Maedhros as hostage, and sent word that he would not release him unless the Noldor would forsake their war, returning into the West, or else departing far from Beleriand into the South of the world. But the sons of Feanor knew that Morgoth would betray them, and would not release Maedhros, whatsoever they might do; and they were constrained also by their oath, and might not for any cause forsake the war against their Enemy.

The sense here is that all six sons acted as a unit. But in the 1937 Quenta Silmarillion, the text on which this passage is drawn:

Morgoth held [Maedhros] as hostage and sent word to Maglor that he would only release his brother if …

To Maglor! Excellent evidence that Tolkien was also making the logical conclusion that Maglor, the eldest, was in charge. (My best theory for why Christopher Tolkien took that out is Too Many Names, but it's an odd decision.)

All that was to say: We don't know, canonically, that Maglor was in charge at Mithrim. But it makes a lot of sense, and it's my headcanon that he was.

Now. More interesting headcanons.

I don't think Maglor was called King until it was politically necessary.

I see him as someone who is comfortable in command (one meaning of Cano is "commander", after all) but who likes to command collaboratively. Double-edged sword: he values the input of others (admirable quality) and he does not like being fully responsible for the outcomes of a decision (less admirable).

Unlike much fanon I've come across, I don't think Maglor was a particularly reluctant or incompetent leader or that he hated it. He was miserable, yes, because his father just died and his brother was just captured, and he wasn't thrilled to become a leader on top of that, but he keeps it together.

So how do I imagine it all went down?

The problem with Maglor being in command is that his "collaborative" style of leadership is not appropriate for a time of crisis or for his family. While the Silm often talks about "the sons of a Feanor" as a unit, I do not think they were of the same mind on everything. At all. They need a firm hand, and Maglor does not have that.

But who does have a firm hand? Who would be a more martial ruler, someone who could get people in order during a crisis? Celegorm. And he knows it.

So why did the Feanorians "get nothing done" during those 6-30 years (sidenote: I don't actually think they got nothing done, but it does seem they didn't get anything BIG done)? Well, for one, they were fighting amongst themselves.

Maglor could not get his brothers to agree on anything, and yet he did not know any other way of commanding, and over time he becomes more and more miserable as a leader.

Celegorm, meanwhile, is chomping at the bit to "relieve him" of the burden.

Around them, everyone else is picking sides.

Curufin is an interesting case. I headcanon he actually was fully behind Maglor at the beginning, because he respects the orderliness of succession. But as Maglor proves himself unsuitable for the role, he aligns with Celegorm.

Outside the family, I headcanon that the Mithrim Elves were actually quite taken with Maglor, the poet-king. Their alliance hinges on him. But the Noldor, especially the army, would rather follow Celegorm.

As everyone knows, a rival for leadership with the army's support is Bad News. And yet Maglor manages to hold on. He should definitely get credit for that.

But why hold on? If he is hating this ruler job, why not just let Celegorm have it? Couple reasons:

It's Celegorm. He may be able to perform well, but Maglor knows he's the most like Feanor in temperament and, well, Feanor's kingship didn't end well.

If Maglor gives up that crown, he will have admitted to himself that Maedhros is not coming back. This is the same reason he doesn't give it over to Fingolfin when Uncle Nolvo shows up. He is hanging onto that thing for dear life because, to him, it belongs to Maedhros and only Maedhros. He is the crown's custodian, never its rightful owner (this bleeds into my headcanon that Maglor does not "in his heart" agree with Maedhros' decision to cede the kingship — he'll never be as vocal about it as the others, though).

Now we come to another piece. What did Maglor call himself? Like I said up top, I don't think he initially called himself King. He was "head of his House", or maybe, "Lord of Hithlum," or maybe King Regent, but never King. If one of the Mithrim got mixed up and called him that, he would always correct them.

That changes when Fingolfin shows up. Now there's another claimant to the title of King. Possibly a more legitimate one than even Maedhros (as Maedhros later says himself).

By that time, Maglor has been keeping that crown out of Celegorm's hands for years; he is not giving it up now. And Fingolfin is less likely to challenge his leadership if he offers no room for ambiguity. If he dons the mantle of kingship and pretends Maedhros is dead.

So that is what he does... Does Fingolfin accept it? Well: "Then there was peril of strife between the hosts."

For three years, on opposite sides of the Lake, they're at an impasse. Fingon doesn't go looking for Maedhros because he thinks Maedhros is dead (and other reasons: the mission is insane and desperate not the least, and contrary to popular opinion Fingon is not a rash idiot).

How does Fingon eventually learn the truth? You'll have to wait and read what @melestasflight and I are cooking up for Silm Epistolary Week ;)

ETA: Despite this, I do think you're right that Maglor and Fingolfin could have bonded over their similar experiences! There's the personal and there's the political, and I love the idea of the tension between these straining what could be an emotionally supportive familial friendship between Maglor and Fingolfin.

[gretavanlace]

The Emperor’s New Clothes

Jake Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, language, alcohol consumption, flirting, light impact play, dirty talk, oral (fem rec), etc

Inspired by this gorgeous little bit and this one, too. You’re all evil geniuses ❤️💋

“Seriously, what is wrong with you three?” Danny grabs the pool stick out of Sam’s hand and shoves him aside. “Is being a shitty pool player a prerequisite for being a Kiszka?”

“In fact, it is!” Josh sounds off, leaning against the table, finger idly dragging over the kelly green felt. “They pull us all aside in the hospital directly after birth, and say…hmm, I’ve forgotten, it seems. Samuel?”

Sammy takes a long chug of his fruity pink drink around a nod. “They say,” he gestures grandly, so much like his eldest sibling at the moment. “Be as useless as possible if you ever get your hands on a pool stick. Fuck every play up royally, for this…this is your duty. It’s all very dramatic.”

“Ah yes,” Josh raises his glass in thanks. “That’s it, little brother. Good man, better memory.”

“Idiots.” Danny shakes his head, and sinks three striped balls before scratching and turning in your direction. “Jake, you’re up.”

Jake rises from his stool beside you where he’s been watching the scene unfold with a gentle hand on your bare thigh.

“My time to shine, kitty cat.” He plunks his neat whiskey down and swaggers away, calling over his shoulder. “Prepare to witness mediocrity at its finest.”

“Mediocre would be a compliment.” Danny adds with another shake of his head that sends his mane of curls swaying.

“Hey,” Jake points a lazy finger at him, “you chose me as your partner.”

“Only because the other two are even worse, somehow.”

He sounds baffled by it, and you suppose that makes sense. Normally, the brothers Kiszka float through life with seemingly endless layers of talent. It’s more than fun for the both of you — strangers to such endless grace — to witness their struggle.

Danny hurries to your side, so that you might enjoy the moment together, falling into you as you both dissolve into a fit of half-drunken laughter when Jake flawlessly (and accidentally) sinks the 8 ball.

“Tired of this, is all.” He shrugs, lying his ass off. “We never do anything real. Let’s do something real.”

“I’m real,” You taunt jokingly after a swig of the whiskey he’s left you in charge of, “you could do me.”

“Don’t be cheeky.” He scolds half-heartedly, with a wavering point your way.

“I love it when you talk ‘shitty british accent to’ me, jakey.” You wink with another pull on his glass, draining it to the dredges.

Daniel tries an accent of his own on for size, mimicking his band mate. “Name’s Jacob, love.” He reaches forward to kiss your hand, and you allow it with a giggle and a blush Jake pretends not to see. “I’m terrible at pool…and that’s not the only stick I don’t know how to wield.”

The brothers erupt into laughter as you roll your eyes affectionately.

“Laugh it up, pricks.” Jake sounds unbothered in the sexiest way…it takes a bulldozer to get under his skin.

“Aw, that’s alright, you gorgeous thing, you,” Josh allows his stare to fall dark upon you after a conspiratorial wink. “If my perpetually stupid twin wants to waste opportunities, I’ll allow it and take care of you myself.”

“Sounds perfect, josh…” you lend a breathy tone to your words. “Upstairs in your room or right here on the pool table?”

He pretends to think it over, “I’d say table, but look at all the balls left on the felt. That doesn’t exactly scream comfort. If only Jake could actually sink one or two.”

“Yeah,” you nod with a solemn sigh, “such a shame. Upstairs then.”

“Me?” Jake sloshes more whiskey into his glass and slides it away from you while miming a kiss so you’ll know he realizes this is all in good fun. “You didn’t land a single fuckin’ ball, Josh. Why do you even have this?” He raps his knuckles quickly against the shiny wood framing the table.

“I happen to enjoy telling people I have a billiard room.” Josh smooths his shirt flippantly. “It makes me sound refined.”

“Yeah,” Sammy speaks up from the bar where he is chaotically preparing himself a refill. “Break out the brandy and Tchaikovsky, already. I’m not feeling cultured enough.”

“It makes you sound stupid, because this isn’t even a billiard table.” Jake points out. “Totally different game.”

In reply, Josh sends a square of chalk sailing through the air directly at his head. His twin ducks at the last minute, avoiding impact. “You’re just mad because your girl wants me to take her upstairs.”

“Is that true, kitty cat?” His stare lands on you with mischief glittering there. “You wanna go upstairs with the sun, or stay down here in the darkness where you like it best?”

He saunters forward and pulls you in close, lips soft against your pulse point…but for a split second, you can’t help the way your line of sight lingers, locked with Josh’s.

Jake’s knee slides between your thighs, just high enough to be a little inappropriate. He’s claiming you. Reminding the room to whom you belong, though it isn’t necessary…the whole world can see you’re his.

It’s all right there in the way you look at him. In the way you move with him like a devoted magnet. In the way your body comes alive with electric love when he walks into a room.

Yes, you’re his. Implicitly. But sometimes…..

Shoving the thought away, you push him aside as well, with an embarrassed swat. “Quit it.”

“See?” Josh teases, never one to shy away from giving his brother hell. “She’s ready for the superior twin. Aren’t you, pretty?”

He sends another wink flying in your direction. “And who could blame her? She’s seen me in a jumpsuit or two.”

“Here we fucking go.” Sam groans loudly. “If you’re going to start in on a big dick monologue, I’m calling an Uber.”

“I’ll split it with you.” Danny concurs.

“Ah, fuck off,” Josh waves a hand in the air wildly, dismissing them both “jealous bastards.”

He moves to grab his drink, drifting through the room with that careless elegance that follows him around like a shadow, and you find yourself unable to look away the way you sometimes fall victim to when he’s owning one stage or another.

At times, Josh is like a song you can’t get out of your head. You don’t want to sing it, you don’t want to listen, but there it is all the same…dominating your attention.

You shake it off, but when your eyes reluctantly abandon him, you find Jake’s gaze, narrowed and knowing, tracking and all seeing. It burns into you, lighting a tortuous flame of shame, and something else, within you.

It’s an unsteady feeling. Unsure. Mostly because you can feel emotion radiating off of him like wandering hands reaching out to stroke over your skin. He’s live-wire-alert, thrumming with galvanic energy, but he isn’t angry. Far from it.

It’s analytical, this look he has fixed upon you. It’s hot, there’s no questioning that…but it also boasts a peculiarity. He’s honed in on something you’ve tried very hard to keep hidden, and he doesn’t necessarily hate it.

Brushing away what can only be labeled as intrusive thoughts - he can’t have seen through you that easily - you watch as Dan and Sam begin a game of darts, squabbling over who should throw first.

The night drifts by languidly, becoming a little fuzzier and more dream-like with each trip to the bar to top up.

Jake has disappeared, but that’s nothing new. He tends to wander when inebriated. Likes the quiet. You’ll catch up with him sooner or later. Or perhaps you’ll find him curled up in the guest room that has been unceremoniously reserved for the two of you each time Josh hosts.

You’ve fought it as long as you can, ignoring the nagging ache in your bladder, unwilling to readily ‘break the seal’ that will render you popping off to the bathroom every ten minutes.

Josh is contemplating a song that has been trekking about in his mind, remaining hidden away despite begging to be written.

You nod sympathetically, offering up a squeeze of his hand in solidarity. “Hold that thought,” you smile, tripping on your slurred words so mildly no one but yourself would ever notice. “Off to the ladies room.”

“The ladies room?” He laughs, trotting out that barking belly laugh that is nothing short of infectious. “You make my home sound like an Applebees.”

“Applebees?” You hear Sam pipe up as you ascend the basement stairs “Are you ordering? ‘Cause they’ve got that queso I like.”

Danny’s reply comes muffled as you slip onto the main floor. “Applebees is fuckin’ disgusting, and anyway…”

Hands washed, and a smudge of eyeliner wiped away, you emerge from the bathroom, ready to rejoin the party when a hand slithers out in the dark, quick as a striking snake, to pull you into the spare bedroom.

“Hello, kitty cat.” Jake’s voice comes smoothly in the dark.

“Jake,” you’re working hard to quiet your hammering heart as your eyes fight to adjust in the darkness. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“I’d tell you I’m sorry, but I’m not.” You can nearly hear the smirk in his tone.

“Have you been hiding up here all this time?” You ask, as he holds tight to your hands, barring you from actually being able to touch him.

“Yes. Kept myself busy by going through my brother’s things.” He whispers, licking a soft trail along the side of your pinky. “Did you know he owns a vibrator? Wonder what he uses that for?”

“Probably the same thing you use mine for.” You breathe back in the pitch black of the room, picturing the way he sometimes holds it against his cock for you when you feel like watching. “Stop teasing your poor twin. And you shouldn’t go through other people’s things, Jacob. Naughty.”

“Oh? Shouldn’t I?” His lips skate across your own as he leans in. “I wouldn’t have found this if I hadn’t.”

He has timed his moment perfectly, and as the light flips on, the ability to form truly coherent thoughts becomes unattainable.

A completely self-assured expression warms his features as you stare on with parted lips and softly panting breaths.

Josh’s jumpsuit, stark white and swimming with mermaids and winking glitter, hugs his body like a second skin. It renders the tan of his complexion even more pronounced, leaving him standing before you like a sun-kissed god.

His hair is pulled back in a loose, low slung bun. It’s lazy and effortless. Obviously not executed before a mirror, and that makes it all the more right.

“Fuck, I…” you falter, unable to find the words for your thoughts. Probably for the best, lest you come off as some fucked out ninny in a poorly scripted porno.

“Will this do?” He bites down on his lip, hiding away a flash of insecurity that you spot anyway. It’s gone as fast as it came. Replaced quickly by that cocky smirk that makes your cunt ache for his touch. “Or should I go and gather my brother?”

“Jake…”

Your eyes are fixed on his cock, half-hard and deliciously on display behind the suit. So very much like his twin.

“What?” He yanks you in close and ghosts his mouth up along your pounding jugular until his lips are pressed against the shell of your ear. “I see the way you watch him sometimes. You look so pretty when you stare. Do you want to fuck him? Because you can. If you want him that badly, that is. You can have him.“

A moan in the negative is all you can hope for in the moment.

“No?” He’s got you up against the door now, grinding his fully hard cock against your clit, inching his fingertips up along the outsides of your thighs, higher and higher under your skirt. “You’ll settle for me, dressed up in the emperor’s clothes?”

“You’re the fucking emperor.” You correct, burying your hands in his hair, further loosening his haphazard bun. “I just like to think about it now and then.”

Oh, where did that little bit of honesty come from? Some things are better left unsaid.

“You like to think about fucking my brothers?” He couldn’t be further from angry if he tried. You can hear it. Territorial, perhaps…but that will do perfectly.

“Never said brothers,” you gasp, clinging to his bare shoulders for dear life when his fingers curl into the sides of your panties. “Just Josh.”

“Why?” He’s beginning to shine with sweat and need.

“I like his mouth…oh, fuck…” you whine when he slips your underwear down, mid-thigh. “It’s pretty. And the way he moves his tongue sometimes…”

“Alright, shut up…” he lands a harsh crack of a smack against your swollen clit. “That’s enough.”

“Jealous?” You smile, taunting him just a little before leaning in to dip your tongue into his warm mouth. He tastes of liquor, and cinnamon, and Jake.

“Maybe.” He smiles into your kiss.

“You’ve given me permission to fuck him, but you can’t handle listening to me talk about it?” You’re taunting him mercilessly, but he loves it and you both know it.

“Maybe you’re just needy.” He teases right back, easing two fingers snug into your warmth without warning. “Yeah? Maybe you’re just feeling slutty because you need to cum. Is that it, baby? Do I need to pet my pretty kitty cat a little?”

“Please…” you’re begging, and much too loudly given that there’s an audience one floor below, but you can’t find a fuck to give.

“Mouth or cock?” He curls into you, pressing perfectly inside your silken walls as you arch away from the door.

“Mouth.” You whimper, sounding as pathetic as you feel in your desperation.

It’s the correct answer. Had you said cock, he’d have worked himself into a frenzy thinking about the way you spoke of Josh’s mouth but didn’t ask for his.

He drops to his knees, without a word, eyes on yours until he disappears beneath your skirt, beautiful features now cloaked and hidden away.

You blush under the scrutiny of no one in the empty room when you hear him draw in a deep, lingering, lungful of you with his mouth on your dampened thighs.

“Pink and pretty,” his voice rasps from between your legs. “She’s just a little messy right now. Don’t worry, kitty cat…I’m gonna kiss her all better.”

A feral sound chokes out of you as you yank his face in close, burying him in your cunt.

At first, he’s louder than you are. Murmuring hungry little grunts and moans against your slick skin…sucking at you ravenously until the room is stifled up, full and hot, with the wet sounds of your cunt and his mouth.

Soon, though, you grow hotter, and lose yourself little by little, fucking against his face as he loves on your clit obscenely. Lapping at it, nibbling delicately, drawing it into his kiss tenderly as his fingers delve deeper inside.

He fucks you slowly, nudging you along as you whine and beg above him.

“Shh…” he warns around your pulsing bundle of nerves. “Or do you want him to hear you?”

“Only you.” You promise, rocking your hips frantically to meet him. “It’s all for you. Don’t stop.”

“Not gonna stop.” He swears, licking away at you like the sweetest lollipop is playing over his tongue.

It’s intrusive and definitely not called upon, but when the picture begins to tumble about in your mind on loop— both of them nestled between your legs at once with those gorgeous mouths of theirs, you’re cumming hard and fast…pouring over his fingers, likely ruining the front of a jumpsuit neither of you can claim ownership of.

Its blissful and for a moment, your soul is robbed from it’s earthly confines, spending a suspended breath ruminating with the universe.

“God damn…” Jake’s winded response scratches out of him as he peeks out from under your skirt, eager to get a look at your flushed face.

He’s covered in you. Glistening and catching the light in your release. “You came everywhere.”

His observation is beyond pleased, but when your eyes slide away, he presses you for answers while still on his knees. “What? Tell me.”

“It’s nothing.” You smile, stroking a bead of sweat away from his temple.

“Liar.” He grins lazily, licking the taste of you off his plush lips. “Tell me what got you off so hard.”

It takes a massive amount of charm on his end, but eventually, you admit that you’d been thinking about them both.

The look in his eyes is nothing short of devious when he goes to speak, only to be quieted by a soft knock on the door.

Your eyes meet in panicked anticipation when a familiar voice breeches the wooden barrier. “It isn’t nice to talk about someone behind their back, you know?”

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[betsabegrandchester]

We'll both always be there for you || Neteyam

¡Neteyam x Metkayina! lector

Summary: Where you are the firstborn of Tonowari and Ronal, and the pressure of them overcomes you, but Neteyam is there for you.

Note: Sorry for spelling and grammatical errors, English is not my first language. <3

Your mother and father's screams echoed throughout the room, your heart was pounding and your hands were shaking from the urge to cry.

You were overcome, first because something bad was coming and your parents gave you the responsibility of taking care of your younger siblings, but it was hard when they didn't obey you and for the rest you had to do the activities with the others of the clan.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" You repeated without looking at them, it was not your fault for today's situation. You were busy helping the clan when your brothers told you they would go for a walk and you said yes, but you didn't think they would take Lo'ak and leave him there.

"The only responsibility you have is to take care of your younger siblings and the new ones, and even that you can't do, how can I trust you to take care of a clan?" your father shouted making you squeeze your eyes shut to keep from shedding tears "Can I leave?" you asked whispering.

"Yes, withdraw" Said your mother squeezing your shoulder in apology.

Without waiting any longer you hurried out of there, heading straight for a small part of the reef without noticing the eldest of the Sully brothers following your path.

Your butt fell on the sand, and you put your legs wrapped around your arms and then burst into tears. Your sobs could be heard a few feet away, so Neteyam rushed to sit behind you and spread your legs to place you in the middle and put his arms around your shoulders.

Many minutes must have passed because your breathing started to become calmer "That's it, breathe calmly, follow my breathing."

"Thank you" It was the only thing that came out of your mouth for the moment, Neteyam did not respond, but delicately fixed your gaze on the light show that made the marine fauna around you.

Your mother had always said that your way of connecting with the water was more special than the common one, and simple things like this proved it to you.

"They feel it when you're sad and I feel it too, I heard everything. I do believe you can handle a clan" He whispered in your pointed ear, as he drew your body to him "You do things right, and today was not your fault at all"

"I know, Neteyam. But what if something had happened to your brother, the responsibility is mine because I should take care and look after them" You said as again the urge to cry came over you "No, no. Understand, it's not your fault, sometimes things get out of our hands and we can't do anything" He told you trying to calm you down. "Just think about the wonderful things you have done and don't let today guide you, please forget about it."

"Okay, I will" You told him intertwining your hand with his and offering him a smile that warmed both of your hearts "Okay, you know I love that smile, love"

You let out a shy giggle as you received kisses on the cheek from Neteyam who was in charge of lifting your spirits, then both of you were mesmerized by the fauna that illuminated the sea, but now in a joyful way.

"See, they feel it too, just like me, and we'll both always be there for you."

[dragon-pups]

You know I've seen a decent amount of post questioning how the batch ever managed without Echo or Omega. So I've come out of my hibernation to explain from my own experience as a chaotic bitch and an adult being with responsibilities to other living beings. I can go from no thought head empty only bonk to what are you doing? don't eat that! where are your shoes its raining?! It just depends on the group.

So we all now know that Crosshair and Hunter physical fight like all siblings have and still do, hells I just watched a pair of my cousin, my adult cousins, fight to the point of actually scrapping on the ground over something not that important and in two hours they were lounging against each other watching videos and sharing memes. Siblings do this shit. We also know that they also have some verbal only spats like some small ones we've seen between Wrecker and Tech. Also normal.

What is also normal is the transference of responsibility between members of groups. Depending on the members present at the time.

Like in a family group if the parents leave for a time and there is an eldest sibling home then that sibling, depending how they were raised, will most likely increase the responsible behavior to care for the younger, or at least see them alive til the parents come home.

Or in friend groups, yeh know the "mom friend" they one that could be anything from an always assertive person to someone who couldn't speak up for themselves but will absolutely maul a bitch that insults their friends. While they may be the leash holder for one set of friends they could very well be the fuck lit dynamite stick of another, or even of the same set of friends if you add an even more mom friend to the equation. Or the opposite if you take away a mom friend one of the chaos gremlins may take up the mantle of responsibility.

That being said, the batch are brother they fight, but off the top of my head I don't remember in the few interacts before order 66 of Cross and Hunter physically or verbally fighting during a misson, with each other, but we didn't get to see much. Hunter was the responsible one, the leader. It's only once Echo was back in the picture during season 3 that it got physically during a mission. Which makes sense, Echo is Hunter's Corporal he has the rank and the experience to take charge in Hunters place. So Hunter doesn't have to be as tight, and to be fair anger will break anyone out of a responsible headspace.

I'm also extremely certain that Echo being an ARC and being from the 501st means that when Hunter is in charge that he is also a chaos gremlin.

So yeh it makes sense for them to fight with each other especially during this whole debacle. But they're highly trained soldiers they had to be efficient the entirety of their lives, I say they get to be little shits on camera as a treat.

PS I also know that the whole "the batch couldn't manage without Echo" thing is a joke. I just thought it would be a good thought experiment and behavior dissection.

[ishipallthings]

Cap-IM Rec Week 2023 (Sat) - Podfic

Hidden Gems, July 22 for @cap-ironman Rec Week!

I'm reccing podfics today - they deserve all the love!

Remember to show some love for your hard-working creators!

[Podfic] Stark's Moving Castle by lomku @oluka read by Juulus @juuls

Steve has the great misfortune of being the eldest son of the family, destined to fail miserably should he ever leave home to seek his fate. But when he unwittingly attracts the ire of the Witch of the Waste, Steve finds himself under a horrid spell that transforms him into a small and fragile man. His only chance at breaking the curse lies in the ever-moving castle in the hills: the Wizard Stark's castle. To untangle the enchantment, Steve must handle the heartless Stark, strike a bargain with a fire demon, and meet the Witch of the Waste head-on. Along the way, he discovers that there's far more to Stark--and himself--than first meets the eye.

[Podfic] "Cold Space, Warm Welcome" by Annie D (scaramouche) @no-gorms read by Renton6echo @renton6echo

Tony’s spent a couple of years flying around the galaxy in his best friend Rhodey’s spaceship the Iron Advance, doing what could perhaps be counted as ‘hero’ work. Among their allies is Steve Rogers, captain of his own crew, with whom Tony has a… potentially friendly relationship. When Steve’s ship is irreparably damaged, Rhodey takes him and his whole crew onto the Iron Advance to recover. Tony’s not at all nervous about this, because so what if this is the first time Steve will see him without the Iron Man armor?

When they finally come to destroy the earth (they'll have to go through you first) [podfic] by AlchemyAlice read by grrreed_pods (quaetzalcoatl)

In which Tony Stark went to boarding school with Bruce Wayne, and the road to becoming a superhero is not smooth.

[Podfic] Touchy Feely by musicalluna @musicalluna read by seleneaurora

After an encounter with Justin Hammer, Tony starts to feel—and act—strangely.

[Podfic] Take Me Out (And Let Me Hold You Tight) by musicalluna @musicalluna read by RsCreighton

Steve daydreams about holding Tony's hand, and Halloween might just be the best chance he's got for making dreams reality.

[Podfic] Breakwater by Captain_Panda read by only_more_love @onlymorelove

When the helicopter hits the water, Captain America and the Winter Soldier both go under. Only the Winter Soldier escapes. By the time Tony Stark and company find Steve Rogers, he's been dead for nearly an hour. Brought back from beyond the brink, Steve is a changed man. Things will never be the same.

[Podfic] The Sound Silence Makes by ladyshadowdrake read by seleneaurora

“We need exactly what we don’t have,” Tony observed, annoyed and tired. He started to giggle and couldn’t stop himself. “Power.” He cast a glance back at the door, sealed shut behind him, and he didn’t foresee the cavalry charging through anytime soon with a generator and a bomb kit. Tony took a deep breath and asked, “How much reserve power does the suit have, J?”

[podfic] Appraise Valuable Assets -> Launce Opportune Navigation (AVALON) by gottalovev @gottalovev read by Albuss

The plan was that no one but Tony would know about the AVALON protocol until it was needed. Steve finds out and he's pissed.

[Podfic] For You I Will (A Thousand Times Remix) by ishipallthings read by SoldiersShield

During Hope and Scott’s wedding reception, Tony asks Steve for a dance. Steve turns him down, but not for the reason Tony thinks.

[Podfic] Bridge Over Troubled Water by vorkosigan @the-vorkosigan read by only_more_love @onlymorelove

After Thanos is defeated, Tony throws a party, like one does. Steve is there, and Tony thinks it's an awesome idea to seduce him, for old times' sake. Things get... complicated.

[Podfic] JentheSweetie's "And Time Can Do So Much" by JenTheSweetie read by Renton6echo @renton6echo

A few years after Steve moved permanently back in time, he started having conversations with Tony again.

Love Is A Masquerade [Podfic] by Mizzy read by paraka (616)

When the Avengers are invited to attend Tony Stark's Annual Masquerade Ball, Steve's hoping Iron Man will be there--after all, he can wear a mask and keep his identity secret. So when Steve recognizes Iron Man's distinctive thighs, Steve is SO sure he's found Iron Man's pilot... He's right, but not in a way Steve would ever have guessed...

Hide Your Love Away, by Sineala, (podfic) by Sineala @sineala read by cookiemom6067 @cookiemom6067 (616)

Tony has suspected for a long time that the soulmark on his chest matches Steve's -- but he's never told Steve about it. And then it's too late to tell Steve anything at all ever again. In the wake of Steve's death, the Skrull invasion, and Norman Osborn's rise to power, the identity of his soulmate is just one of the many things Tony cuts out of his memory forever. When Tony returns to consciousness, he's forced to deal with the aftermath of a war he no longer remembers fighting, not to mention a Steve Rogers who can barely stand to be in the same room with him. Surely the last thing Tony could ever need in his life is more amnesia. But that's what he gets. And Tony's new missing memory just might be the key to finding out the truth of his soulmark... as well as his chance to make things right once and for all.

[PODFIC] How to Date a Robot by Sineala @sineala read by crawfishing (616)

How do you date a robot? Even the twenty-first century doesn't have the answers to every question. Steve will have to figure this one out for himself -- after he politely rebuffs Mr. Stark's interest, of course. Sure, Mr. Stark is handsome, but Steve would rather be with his bodyguard. So when Iron Man agrees to go on a date with Steve, Steve couldn't be happier. He loves Iron Man with all of his heart, and their relationship rapidly grows serious. But why does Mr. Stark hate Iron Man so much? And why in the world is Mr. Stark trying to tear Steve and Iron Man apart?

[Podfic] Flight of Icarus by by Missy_dee811 @laexploradoraaa read by Cathalinareads @cathalinaheart (616)

“Tony,” said Kamala, hurried. “I loaded up some music to give you a little boost,” she said. “Oh no,” he said, shaking his head. “Don’t worry,” she added. “It’s not mine.” He smiled. I knew I liked you.

[PODFIC] Magnetic North by msermesth by msermesth @msermesth by Pywren @pywren (616)

Tony joins Steve on his post-Secret Empire road-trip-slash-pity-party. Turns out the road home is paved with a lot of arguments and sex.

If you want to check out more Steve/Tony podfics, here is an older podfic rec list of mine. You can also check out @sabrecmc​‘s list and head over to the podficcers’ profiles for more podfic!

Hope you guys enjoy the recs, and stay tuned for more! Here is my tag for previous years’ rec lists.

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Any ideas on how Beast Hunters Optimus would act in the sparkling AU?

Would he fly around with Miko or tiptoe around them instead, worried about his now larger frame?

How hard would his disappearance and the destruction of the base hit?

Ah yes, the angst and fluff potential in this is spectacular. Don't mind me, but I am starting with the angst for the sake of the timeline.

Born Anew

The location of the base being given away took the whole team by surprise. Their first instincts were to blame Starscream and Soundwave, but then again, the duo would never harm the sparklings. But as the timer till Megatron launched his attack on the base ticked down, choices had to be made and there was no time to point fingers.

The sparklings didn't understand what was happening when Optimus burst into their play room and grabbed them, making a b-line for the groundbridge. Rafael cried as he was passed off to Ratchet and Bumblebee, the only other mecha Optimus trusted to take care of his youngest son. Miko shrieked in concern as Optimus pressed a kiss to her helm and handed her to Bulkhead to care for. And Jack looked up at Optimus in dawning horror as the Prime caressed his face and handed him over to Arcee. All the while Smokescreen looked distraught beyond words as Optimus took a shaky vent and activated the groundbridge.

No words needed to be said as Optimus took up the star saber and stood still as stone. The team knew what he intended to do and they wept internally. More than one considered trying to stop him, but with their precious charges... they couldn't object to Optimus's choice. The sparklings needed to be protected at all costs. They couldn't lose what could possibly be the last sparklings ever to be brought into creation.

However before the team were sent away, Optimus gave Ratchet the relic that had turned the children into sparklings originally. His only command once he handed it off being one that haunted the whole team.

Optimus: If the worst comes to worst... do not let him have my sparklings... turn them back, destroy the relic, and give them to June.

Ratchet: Optimus, what in the Allspark are you saying?

Optimus: Please Ratchet... he will do unspeakable things to them if he is allowed to have them. I will not stand for it. I would rather they are forced to endure the lives they had previously if it means they will be free of him.

Arcee: Sir, it will kill them!

Bulkhead: Miko almost died the last time she was returned to human form!

Bumblebee: Please reconsider! We already lost them once!

Optimus: I know. But I would rather death embrace them then have Megatron claim them as his own.

The team were shaken as Optimus sent them off. Arcee held Jack in her arms and saluted with saddened optics and gritted denta as the Prime knelt and pressed a final kiss to Jack's helm. The eldest of his sparklings cried and sniffled as Optimus pulled away muttering reassurances that they would meet again even though the whole team could feel that Optimus himself believed it to be a lie. Bulkhead struggled to maintain his composure and did his best to stand strong as Optimus wrapped his field around Miko, drowning her in his love and affection which only served to make her cry harder. Ratchet didn't even bother to pretend to be strong, shaking and crying out in grief at a pitch too high for the human ear. Optimus wrapped his oldest friend and consequently Rafael up in the most loving hug he could manage before allow Rafael to grab his digit with his small servos. It nearly broke the Prime's spark to pull away and wrap Bumblebee in what was likely to be the last hug he would ever give him.

Smokecreen was the last to leave, rushing into Optimus's arms one last time. Optimus had not raised him, but the Prime was more of a Sire to him than any other had been. His frame shook in sorrow before Optimus pushed him away at the sound of close gunfire. It pained Smokescreen greatly as he gave his commander and father figure one last salute and sped through the ground bridge.

Bumblebee and the sparklings all wailed when the base went up in flames. Rafael screamed, crying out in his small voice and completely inconsolable as Ratchet dragged him and Bumblebee to a scrapyard to hide. Miko shrieked and clawed at Bulkhead, flailing and activating her small thrusters with wild abandon in an attempt to get to Optimus in response to her bond with him feeling like it had snapped. And the moment the bond shut off, Jack went nuts, even being so bad as to have Arcee scruff him and then knock him out even though she hated doing so. At the same time Bumblebee curled up in a ball in the corner of the scrap yard refusing to move for around a day as he wept in the absence of his bond to Optimus.

Unbeknownst to the team, Smokescreen went back for Optimus and hid him away, doing as he asked and sneaking onto the Nemesis to retrieve the forge. All the while the team gathered together, joining Ultra Magnus to discuss what was to be done.

Ratchet wanted to give up and die, only refusing to do so because of Rafael and the solemn duty Optimus had given him should the worst come to worst. Arcee and Bulkhead wanted to fight or go down trying, they couldn't stand idly by while the one who killed their Prime lived on. And Bumblebee... he was practically feral with rage, his grief having been shoved aside in favor of wrath. The sparklings as a general rule wept and made a fuss, refusing fuel and comfort in a vain attempt to get Optimus back. It broke the sparks of all those present to watch Rafael cry, Miko claw at her own plating, and Jack cling protect his siblings so fiercely that he would not accept energon. At that point, Ratchet brought up the possibility of using the relic again, much to the team's overall distaste.

Ultra Magnus: We cannot be hasty with this decision Ratchet. While hope for victory remains, using the relic is pure foolishness.

Ratchet: That might be so, but what if we fall in battle? Optimus made it clear he would rather the sparklings die than be given over.

Bumblebee: We are NOT going to doom them to a living death. Not so long as I still function! I won't lose them too!

Ratchet: Do you think I find joy in this either?! I don't want them to be condemned to such a fate! But I will respect Optimus's dying wish even if it means extinguishing my own spark to see it happen!

Ultra Magnus: That's enough! Ratchet will remain behind to coordinate us during our attack on darkmount... and should we fail... you have leave to do what you must.

With the plans made, the team moved to use the abandoned space bridge left behind by the Decepticons. During that time, Starscream and Soundwave coordinated and made their own plans. They held little love for the Autobots, but the sparklings were a different matter. They knew the sparklings survived, but the issue lay with finding them and waiting for the perfect opportunity to snatch the sparklings away after the Autobots inevitably failed. It was not ideal, not with Megatron's hatred for the sparklings. But together Soundwave and Starscream were confident they could convince the warlord to let them keep the little ones once victory was at hand...

And so they waited while the team moved out and Smokecreen knelt before his dying Prime.

Optimus: There... will be a new Prime

Smokescreen: Optimus, what are you saying? I have the forge, we can get you to Ratchet and have him patch you up.

Optimus: no... my time has ended... the Matrix will choose its new bearer... and I believe that bearer stands before me right now...

Smokescreen: Optimus, I can't! This- I'm not worthy.

Optimus: Nor was I... but with time, you shall grow to endure the burden... all I ask is that you bear it well and protect the little ones in my stead.

Before Smokescreen could fully process all that had been said, Optimus's spark blazed its last and his optics went dark. And in a desperate bid to save his leader, Smokescreen put the forge in Optimus's lax servo. Next every bot knew, Optimus's bond with his sparklings blazed to life, electing whoops and cries of joy from all of them as he flew with newfound wings and used his upgraded frame to aid in the destruction of darkmount.

It was a time of celebration and tearful reunions once Optimus returned to his team. Bumblebee was the first to embrace him, his door wings shaking in emotion as he clung to his Sire as if there would be no tomorrow. Jack threw himself forward next, crashing into Optimus's legs, knowing that despite the changes, this was his Sire. Miko was next as she flew out of Bulkhead's arms and straight into Optimus's chirping in joy as she nuzzled against his face and held onto him for dear life. And lastly came Rafael who was carried by Ratchet. The minicon squirmed and cooed until he too was in his Sire's arms and able to wrap his cables around them as tightly as he could manage.

The team managed to get a few hugs of their own in, rather emotional ones on Ratchet's part, but for the most part, Optimus's attention was for his young that day and for several after.

Rafael refused to leave his Sire's hold, leading Optimus to let Rafael rest on the back of his jetpack where the sparkling happily curled up, content to remain with his Sire forever. Miko grew clingy, desperate to reaffirm her bonds with Optimus after his near death. Every moment she had with him she preened his new wings, showing him how to do so as best she was able or begging him to fly with her. At the same time Jack grew hyper protective, attacking anything that could be a threat to his Sire. He even went ballistic when Bulkhead dropped a tool a little too close to Optimus for comfort, earning the warbuild sparkling several hours of cuddling to calm down. And Bumblebee, while mostly grown, joined Optimus during recharge, cuddling up against him like a newspark just to remind himself that Optimus lived.

Optimus for his part struggled to adapt to his new frame. He even grew fearful of handling his own sparklings, especially Rafael in light of his sudden boost in strength. He tip-toed around every bot, especially his little ones. He always kept the sparklings in his arms or far away so that he wouldn't harm them unknowingly and it took him several weeks to even begin to grow comfortable with his frame. It took just as long for the sparklings to calm and realize that Optimus was not going anywhere again, although the mental scars still lingered. Optimus had to spend many long nights soothing his sparklings, even Bumblebee in response to nightmares that plagued them. It hurt him to see them so distressed, but the chance to be together again was not one he threw away or took lightly.

Every moment was cherished, and even with his new frame, Optimus took care to spend as much time with his little ones as possible. They deserved his love after all the hurt they went through. And he would never deny them that affection.

[jpitha]

Blockade Runner Part 3

Part one is over here Part two is over here

"Dead???" Tingmell thought he misheard. He couldn't be dead. There was much too much to do!

"Oh yes, very." The eldest K'laxi flicked his tail, a nod. "Though" he continued. "Not for very long. Once the human ship leaves the wormhole and enters space again you'll go back to your body and 'be alive' again. Whole thing is a mess really." He scoffed. "And the humans think this is normal!." He laughed.

***** Tingmell came to in his support frame, belted to the seat in the command room of Dawnbreaker. He glared at Captain Bennigan who was watching him carefully. The Captain locked eyes with Tingmell, nodded with a small grunt and said "We'll talk about it later." He turned forward. "Status!" he barked to the room.

"We've exited the wormhole in atmosphere of K'lax!" the human behind Tingmell who shouted the update sounded like he was trying not to panic.

Dawnbreaker spoke right after. "Captain Bennigan, we have exited the wormhole much closer to the K'laxi homeworld than anticipated. We appeared in the atmosphere at a hight of 200 kilometers from the surface and are spinning towards the surface."

When Tingmell heard Dawnbreaker's report, he was confused. When he saw Captain Bennigan's surprise he was terrified. Bennigan regained control over his features immediately and started barking orders. "War emergency power to the engines! We need to boost into a safe orbit! Fire the juke-charges to arrest our spin and orient us towards orbit"

Even Dawnbreaker sounded worried. "Aye Captain, firing juke-charges. All-hands prepare for shock."

In space, there is no real way to change your direction quickly. Early human ships experimented with huge, heavy, fast spinning gyroscopes so that they could spin around quickly, but this only changed their orientation, not their direction of travel. Later, it was decided that since everyone was chained to the same laws of physics, space battles weren't going to be like air battles. Instead, the humans concentrated on thick armor to withstand attack. In the case of a missile attack, human ships could launch small shaped charges to cause the ship to slide or 'juke' out of the way of the incoming missile without changing their direction of flight. In atmosphere, tumbling towards the surface with no control surfaces, Dawnbreaker was using the juke charges to arrest the ships spin, and orient it back towards space.

Tingmell didn't know this. What he did know was suddenly there was a cacophony of double booms as the charges were launched and almost immediately detonated, the force of the explosion pushing against the ship, causing it to move. The noise was incredible. Tingmell could only describe it like being in a hailstorm inside a metal box. Mercifully, it only lasted a few seconds.

After the spin was stopped and the noise pointed back to space, Dawnbreaker's main drive fired. At war emergency power, everyone onboard was subjected to punishing gee forces to boost the ship back into space. Tingmell thought that his bones were going to snap from the weight, but Dawnbreaker knew the limits of his passengers and kept the thrust right at the edge of what he could take.

After a few minutes, the thrust eased and Dawnbreaker spoke. "Attention. We have entered a safe - though low - orbit around the K'laxi homeworld. I apologize for any discomfort you may have experienced. I report no Xenni presence. In the name of preservation of my systems, I request War Emergency Power be suspended."

Captain Bennigan spoke. "I concur. Suspend War Emergency Power, set systems to standard power." the howl of this ship quieted to the low thrum Tingmell was more familiar with. Captain Bennigan sighed heavily and looked at Tingmell. "Well, we made it. How was your first trip through a wormhole?"

Now that the emergency was over, Tingmell could afford to be angry. "Captain Bennigan, it was fine except for the part where I died."

The captain looked at Tingmell with a soft, weary expression. "It happens to me too and I hate it every time. It may be a small consolation, but our philosophers keep arguing about whether it's actually death or just a hallucination as a side effect of cutting a hole through spacetime."

"That doesn't help."

"Yeah. Didn't help me first time I heard it too."

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The battle

Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3

Masterlist

Prompt : “If I can still breath, I’m fine.”

Warnings: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Words: 1.600

The air was charged with tension. It was mere hours before the Others came. People were scared and anxious. So was Faerys. That's what brought her here in the courtyard. Her steps were light but her heart was heavy. She knew that many of the faces she sees now will not be here when everything is done. Maybe she herself will be on the list of deceased. Who knows?

She was walking around until she heard chatter growing curious she walked towards it.

"I'm no king but if I were I'd knight you ten times over." Peering over the edge of the wall she saw Tormund speaking to Brienne causing Faerys to smile and finally walk in making her presence known with her next words.

"Correct me if I am wrong ser Jamie, but any knight can make another knight." Said man looked at her and nodded. "You are right my lady, and I am going to prove it." He pulled his sword out and continued. "Kneel lady Brienne." The chuckle left her lips not believing Jamie. "Do you want to be a knight or not? Kneel." At those words she realized that Jamie was in fact serious, so she did as commanded. Dropping on to one knee.

Faerys looked on with pride, her friend is finally being acknowledged for her deeds.

"Arise, Brienne of Tarth the knight of Seven kingdoms." She arose with tears in her eyes. Soon round of applause followed. Tyrion spoke above the noise "Ser Brienne of Tarth, knight of seven kingdoms." Said woman looked at Faerys with watery eyes and big smile. If it was possible the eldest Targaryen would have melted on the spot as she smiled back with a nod. Soon everyone was back in their seats.

"Nice of you to join us my lady." Tyrion spoke. "Well someone does need to keep you people in check, especially you my lord." Her tone was light and teasing as she spoke which caused round of laughter, and it was spent like that until last moment. They were laughing and joking knowing full well that faces they see now maybe won't be there after battle is over so they made most of it. But like every other good thing this also has passed and news saying that army of the dead is here.

Battle was bloody, at some point Faerys was hit with an arrow it pierced her shoulder and went out on the other side. Her loyal dragon caught her mid air and plummeted along with her to the ground. Army didn't wait as they started swarming young dragon and her rider. But Faerys wouldn't give in so easily neither would Layan, they fought valiantly. But the Dead were slowly overpowering exhausted duo, and just as she thought that she is done for... They dropped, all of them like leafs on fall fell down. Lifeless. That is when she too allowed herself to drop, her body weak and exhausted blood loss taking it's toll.

It was Tyrion who found young Targaryen her body surrounded by dozens of heads of undead and the whole bodies. Her body held in protective grasp of her dragon battered and bleeding profusely, but still breathing ever so slightly. Layan was letting out soft breezes of air and chuffing ever so slightly, nudging her master with her head trying to awake Faerys. He was quick to ask for help, calling for maesters to come and take care of her.

Besides the arrow shot there several more deep wounds. "She is truly a dragon my lady. I never saw someone take such wounds and still survive. Her recovery will be hard one but she will be good as new." Maester spoke to future queen, younger sister of the woman laying down on the bed covered in bandages. She nodded and spoke "Leave us." So he did, youngest sat beside her sisters bed as she clutched her hand tears welling in her eyes. "Please come back to us soon. We need you. I need you."

Distant sobs were heard, Faerys felt like she was miles apart from the sound but she recognized it oh so well, so she forced her eyes open and saw her little sister turned in to the small girl she once knew. Her shoulders shaking as she sobbed silently, begging to whoever listened that her sister doesn't die. Gently grabbing the hand of younger girl Faerys spoke "No need to weep my sweet. I am here." Daenerys jerked her head up and saw her sister with smile on her face, she jumped in to her spread arms and clutched her as hard as wounds allowed her. Hiding her head in her sisters neck she spoke "I thought I lost you."

Eldest stroked her sisters cheek “If I can still breath, I’m fine.” Watery smile spread along the face of Daenerys and Faerys reciprocated. Soon cheers were heard and Faerys looked confused. "The feast is being held as celebration of our victory."

"Well what are you waiting. Help me up."

"No way are you getting up."

"Who is elder here my little flame?"

"I don't care that you are older you are staying in bed."

"Since when are you so bossy?"

"Since you nearly died few hours ago, you need your rest." Faerys pouted knowing her sister is right, she nodded nonetheless knowing that when Danny put her mind to something there's no changing it. So she relaxed back in to her mattress and let sleep overtake her.

She was woken up by strange sounds, listening closer she realized those were moans. Her heart clenched in her chest because she knew. Room by hers was Brienne's, and she very well knew who was with her in it. Covering her head with the pillow and trying to tune out the sounds she fell back asleep with tears in her eyes.

Day passed and Faerys got better, being way too stubborn to stay in bed she walked out of her room and started walking around. That is when she heard it. "She can't be serious right? We just finished one war, all of us are tired and she wants to jump in to another?!" One of the solders spoke and grabbed Faerys's attention. "Who are you talking about pray tell?" She asked and northerner looked at her with nasty glare. "It doesn't concern you." "Careful how you speak to her solider." It was Brienne, her tone leaving no place for argument, man went pale as he nodded, apologized and scurried away.

Faerys chuckled "You shouldn't have been so harsh." Brienne raised her eyebrow and shook her head. "You are his elder and superior. He has no right to speak to you in such manner." Faerys smiled gently at her protective nature but then smirked. "But most importantly I am friend of Ser Brienne. So no one will dare to speak against me as long as she is by my side." Teasing her friend was favorite past time of Faerys but also seeing her friend going beet red is one of her favorite things to do. Brienne shook her head and grunted.

"Shouldn't you be in bed. I heard you were wounded pretty badly, I wanted to visit but no one would let me in." Taking Brienne's hand in to her own Faerys smiled. "I am well, no big deal to be honest to me it seems that maesters love to overexaggerate somethings." Brienne laughed at exparated tone of her friend as she started to walk alongside her.

"I see. I am glad. But to answer your earlier question. Queen plans to ride on kings landing tomorrow." This took Faerys off guard. "She what?" "You didn't know?" Faerys shook her head wondering what was going trough her sisters head. "I will speak to her immediately. Men are obviously tired. Everyone needs time to rest, going to battle now would be suicide." "Good luck convincing her." Faerys nodded and walked away from Brienne.

Knocking on to the doorway of the room in which Daenerys, Tyrion and John were she walked in. Younger Targaryen was shocked to see her sister on her legs. "What are you doing outside of bed?" Faerys smiled at her sisters concern. "I am well my little flame. But I heard something that concerns me. How come you plan to ride on to King's Landing tomorrow when your soldiers can barely hold their heads up from exhaustion." The Queen frowned at how quickly information spread but nodded nonetheless. "If we don't take it now, then when. Cersei is just going to get stronger." Faerys nodded at the logic of her sister but didn't find satisfaction in it. "Only if I can be by your side when you march towards it." Daenerys shook her head. "You barely just got out of bed, there is no way I am risking your life like that." Faerys smirked. "But everyone else is. I am no better than them little one. I am riding with you either tomorrow or in ten years. I am going."

Faerys had her reasons for insisting. Yes mainly to protect her younger sister but also to protect innocents of King's landing should her sister be too consumed by rage to think clearly. Eventually the Queen agreed. Although she was reluctant she knew that when Faerys set out to do something she will do it no matter what.

At the end of the day it's where the queen herself got her own stubbornness from.

So the planning began, Faerys didn't know what the night will bring or what morning will give.

[queenofthursday6599-blog]

You know, when I think about Arcane I can't help but think about the fact that I'm not a huge fan of how Vander handled things.

I mean his heart was definitely in the right place, he wanted to protect his children and his people, but to be honest there were moments where I felt like he was very confidently doing the wrong thing.

Specially in a child rearing sense. Now I just want to put it out there, that we the audience are shown a biased depiction of Vander.

Just about every scene he's in he's surrounded by his people who (mostly) look to him for protection, his children who adore him, or his enemies who are literal drug lord gang leader bad guys and corrupt policemen. Who are not humanized by the story until after his death.

For one there's Vi's pretty obvious eldest daughter syndrome, which Vander does nothing to try and curb. In fact I feel like in most of their scenes together Vander is treating this unhealthy dynamic as Vi being her sibling's leader and that she therefor needs to take more responsibility for them.

Even though I feel like Vander teaching Vi that way of thinking caused a lot of problems for all of the kids.

Sure it's great when your kids can work together, but there shouldn't be a pecking order among them, and if there is you shouldn't encourage it.

Vander fully expects Vi to take responsibility for Powder(which makes some level of sense considering she's 4-ish years younger than Vi), but also Mylo and Claggor, who are both the same age as her.

Meaning that if Vander trusts Vi to look after herself (and Powder) I feel like he should be able to trust Mylo and Claggor to look after themselves.

Vi should not be saddled with the responsibility of being in charge of her siblings, who are literally the same age as her.

If Vander is going to be reprimanding Vi for getting into trouble, he should be getting on to Mylo and Claggor just as much.

Sure Mylo and Claggor mention that Vander is going to be upset, but it's very obvious that the majority of the responsibility rests on Vi's shoulders.

Which, sure they look up to Vi and listen to what she has to say and what she thinks they should be doing.

But if it's to the point where Vander thinks it's gotten to the point that they will literally blindly follow Vi into dangerous situations because she said so. Then I feel like it's time for Vander to have a sit down with the rest of his kids and have the very important "Thinking for yourself" talk.

It's- You can't raise your children to just blindly follow their oldest sibling their entire life, and raise the oldest child to be the caretaker of the rest of their siblings their entire life.

Yeah, Vi needs to think things through a bit more, because the other kids look up to her a lot, and will go along with whatever her plans are, because they think she knows what she's doing and they trust her.

But also the other kids need to know how to assess things for themselves, rather than just blindly follow whatever it is Vi says, no matter how much they look up to her.

Like this man fully thinks that his 15 year old daughter, who clearly has problems with her temper and being impulsive herself, should also be responsible for her two adoptive brothers who are functionally the same age as her [one with a pretty obvious superiority/inferiority complex], alongside her younger sister who already has problems of some kind of anxiety.

Mylo and Claggor are just fully not held to the same standard as Vi in spite of being the same age, and literally getting into the exact same trouble. Their choice to go along with what Vi planned, is put onto Vi's shoulders when it shouldn't be, because if Vi is old enough to know better in Vander's mind, so are Mylo and Claggor.

If it was just Powder I could somewhat understand. She's younger, more impressionable, she idolizes Vi, she's not as strong or fast as the other three and if Vi forgot that at some point Powder could have gotten left behind or hurt.

You know the general "You need to be a good role model for your younger sibling because they look to you for guidance" stuff.

Like the fact that Vi feels the need to fight Piltover in order to secure a better life for Powder in Act 1 tells me so much just how parentified Vi is when it comes to Powder's care.

Which I do think originated from before Vander adopted the girls, to be fair to Vander. Vi gives off the vibe of looking after Powder having always been her responsibility.

To be unfair to Vander, I don't think he did anything to try and undo Vi's over responsible and over protective mindset when it came to Powder after adopting them.

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Fjfjfjfjfjfjf what!?!?

let me explain the gyuri boyfriend lore

they started dating in 2019, broke up in 2021

he is the grandson of guy who was once in charge of major construction business so the whole family is rich

they were known for being a noona - dongsaeng couple bc of 7 years age gap.... officially. but then after his car accident he was exposed for ageing himself up 5 years because 'young people aren't treated seriously in business' so in reality they have 12 years age gap 🫣

you'll be the judge. him at 21:

the news about his age came out loong after they broke up, when he announced he's gonna take part in elections and... gyuri subposted him on ig story

On January 12th 2022, KARA Park Gyu-ri posted six letters with an ambiguous meaning on her Instagram story. What she wrote was “loss of humanity”. Some people speculate that she might have written this after knowing about the recent issue related to her ex-boyfriend Song Ja-ho. However, this is just speculation, and there is a possibility that it was written as she wanted to express an opinion on social issues or her personal matter.

june 2021 ... dui

According to media outlets, Gyuri’s boyfriend Song Ja Ho, also known as the eldest grandson of Dongwon Construction founder Song Seung Hun, was caught drunk driving in Cheongdamdong. He reportedly fled the scene after hitting another vehicle in the parking lot. At the time, his blood-alcohol level was high enough for the cancellation of his license. Song is also accused of confinement as he allegedly confined a woman in the car even when she requested to be dropped off.

september 2021 official breakup confirmation (to be fair a lot of korean celeb couples not rarely release breakup announcements late, to the point you have actors talk about their ex on variety shows like they are still dating bc officially they are... all while their new partener co-star promoting the same drama on the same show is watching 🫣 jiyeon's ex did that. there's a whole i think happy together episode that's super awkward to watch... later he married the co-star but they are now divorced and co-parenting)

official reason was 'oh we are both having busy schedules, it's hard to meet'

they both deleted all photos of each other etc from ig right away. and they were a very public couple, they did charity stuff together and were pretty known

before i start the fraud part, gyuri did post on ig that she was unaware of what he was up to 🧐

If I did something wrong, my biggest mistake was not ending things earlier. As I stated in my official position, I am not involved, so I hope everyone writes based on the facts that have been revealed. — Park Gyuri

so basically 2 weeks ago he was released on bail after 7 months of detention

The Seoul Southern District Court’s Criminal Agreement 12th Division granted Song’s bail application on February 5, setting the stage for a trial that involves nearly 14,000 victims and a scam amounting to approximately ₩33.9 billion KRW (about $25.5 million USD).

Song Ja Ho, who ran a shared economy art company, was arrested last July. The charges against him were severe, involving violations of the Act on the Aggravated Punishment of Specific Economic Crimes. Song was accused of recruiting investors to put money into artworks that he had not secured and then manipulating the market price of a virtual asset known as PicaCoin. Alongside brothers Lee Hee Jin and Lee Hee Moon, Song is suspected of a massive embezzlement scheme that has left thousands defrauded.

The court has set stringent conditions for Song’s bail, including a 200 million won bail bond, a prohibition on leaving the country, the requirement to wear an electronic device for real-time location tracking, and restrictions on his residence. These measures reflect the court’s attempt to mitigate the risk of flight, given the gravity of the accusations. This case is particularly notable because of Song’s high-profile connections and ambitions. Prior to his arrest, Song declared his candidacy for the Seoul Seocho Gu National Assembly by-election, signaling his interest in entering the political arena.