#momma!alys

[themotherofhorses]

pairing: aemond targaryen x handmaid!reader, alys rivers x daughter!reader

summary: she arrives back home in the middle of autumn when the foliage around harrenhal is as pretty and colorful as the evening sunset.

it's been well over a year since she last laid eyes on her beloved mother or heard her soothing voice and felt her hugs and kisses, and she desperately wished for the twins to meet their grandmother.

warnings: nothing. soft moments between alys and her daughter, featuring the twins. foreshadowing maybe at the end???

notes: a lil mother's day special for y'all.

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She arrives back home in the middle of autumn when the foliage around Harrenhal is as pretty and colorful as the evening sunset. It’s been well over a year since she last laid eyes on her beloved mother or heard her soothing voice and felt her hugs and kisses, and she desperately wished for the twins to meet their grandmother. At her request, Queen Alicent had agreed to send her prince to Oldtown to meet with his brother and, in the meantime, fetch a carriage that would take her home.

She’s beyond happy and excited and grateful.

And to her upmost delight, her mother’s quite taken with the boys. Alys had baked sweetbread and baked apples and sweet cakes, coated in honey, and with a glass of fresh cow’s milk, for the children, and kissed their little noses and chins.

Together they laze in the open meadow, watching as the boys play amidst the tall yellowing grass. The sky overhead is dark and heavy with southern rain, and the sight takes her back to her girlhood, and long grey days spent along the Gods Eye. The godswood too, with its drooping branches and silver mist, and making mud pies for her uncles. She’s missed this all.

“He’s named them Aemion and Aenar, first of their names,” she tells her mother, smiling. “He’s quite proud of them. The queen too.”

Alys hums. “As a father should be with his babes.” But, deep in her pretty green eyes, there is a faint longing that speaks more words than her tongue does. Her mother only ever had one child of her own, and that was herself. “Children are the one true blessing from the gods. Not the crops and rainfall and victories in war. The gods have naught to give but them,” and Alys takes her hand to kiss it, gentle and loving.

“You are my greatest, most beautiful and treasured gift.” Alys shakes her head, chuckling. “I remember when you were just a babe, and the very first time I fed you at my breast. They told me to give you to another wet nurse, so that I might feed another child, bit I couldn’t bear seeing you in the arms of another woman.” Her mother stares at the twins wistfully, two small silver crowns scooping up mud with their fingers. “Oh, look at them, baking mudpies like their mother.”

Her boys look like an early snowfall fell across Harrenhal. Sweet it is, and she hopes this day might last forever.

“They suggested a wet nurse for the twins,” she whispers, and Alys turns her head to her. “My first babes, and they were worried I didn’t have enough milk to feed them. I cried when they told me that. I had labored for the entire morning, to bring them into this world…I supposed I thought they would take them away, or perhaps their father would prefer seeing them in the arms of another woman…” her voice trails off.

That night, after their birth, she wept her eyes dry within her prince’s arms, and begged him not to let them take her babies away. He promised before rocking her to sleep, and her silly fears disappeared by the next morning when she awoke to Aemond alongside her, with their sons swathed in his arms.

Aemion and Aenar laugh from where they sit, and she spies bits of mud, brown and slick, caked in their hair. They now resemble her family more than their father’s. Strong boys, Aemond would call them if he was here with her.

“Does he love you?” Alys asks.

Her lips press together as she considers the question. “I think so. I know a man doesn’t have to love a woman to give her his seed, but he treats me well, and he loves our sons dearly, that is known.” She doesn’t tell her mother how he’s already anxious for the next child, wanting to see her belly swollen with his babe again.

Alys clicks her tongue. She smooths down the slight wrinkles across her green gown before folding them over her lap, and her nose scrunches up with her next words. “I cried day and night when they took you away, but tears couldn’t bring you back, and I started praying for your safety and goodwill. Ah, but I never could’ve imagined the gods would heed my prayers like this.”

“I don’t think any of us foresaw this, mother.”

“You’ve made beautiful sons, my love,” and Alys slides two fingers in her mouth to whistle. At that, the boys run up to her, a mess of flushed cheeks and toothy grins and smelling like the rich land. In their little hands they hold a big mudpie, wet and prettied with rocks and a few sticks and a daffodil. Their grandmother wipes away a chunk of dried mud along Aemion’s upper arm before taking the mudpie with a smile. “How delicious this looks! Well done, boys.”

Aenar plops himself in his mother’s lap, nestling against her chest. “You’re going to need a bath,” she tells him, kissing his forehead. His smile was exactly that of his father’s, handsome and beautiful and gallant as any prince in those court songs.

“We can always bathe them in the Gods Eye,” Alys suggests, twirling a strand of Aemion’s silver-pale hair around her finger. “I used to bathe you in it a lot. Your grandfather would say the waters strengthen the blood, keeps our own strong and mighty.”

Later, she stands before the Gods Eye, the biggest lake in all the realm, with no hint of a far shoreline to be seen in her eyes. The storm clouds had darkened it- its waters glistening like a dark metal- but it is all the same as the one from her girlhood.

And now I bathe my own sons here, she thinks quite happily, feeling her joy bubbling inside her chest. A large crack of thunder booms overhead, and it pulls her out of her thoughts.

“Aye, two little silver-haired Targaryens in its waters, would you look at that!” Alys laughs, knee-deep in the lake as well. Her long, dark hair beats about her face as she stands near the boys, cupping her hands to wash away the mud from their hair. “When might this happen next?”

And as the handmaid flattens her hand against her lower belly, ever so tenderly, she smiles, and giggles, and rushes to join her mother and children in the water.

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[alibonbonn]

The foster kittens are having pretty gnarly diaper rash and for some reason this is the one that gets to my head the most. Like ..it hurts them so much. Their little lungs cry so horribly when I clean them and put ointments on their butts, they'll hurt worse if I don't. Maybe I'm just in a god awful headspace today idk how vets do it, they're so small and they're hurting so much and I cant make it better, and I'm making it about myself, the babies are the ones in real distress and I'm making it about myself

[thyandrawrites]

idk if youll answer this since its abt bnha but is there any difference in how you see/writes dabi after his reveal? (pls ignore this ask if this subject doesnt interest you anymore 😓)

Yeah, the reveal definitely shifted my perspective on a couple of things, and widened my understanding of why he acts and reacts to things and people the way he does. Pre reveal the most popular fanon theory was that he hated his dad for the harsh training he endured, and snapped for that abuse, but in reality his dynamic with Enji and Rei was a lot more complex and fucked up, just a lot less straightforwardly than we expected. I have dozens of posts on this in my meta tags so feel free to delve in there if that's a topic you're interested in. Some of it filed under Dabi's tag, some under Enji's. Just check my meta index if you have a couple of hours to waste lmao. I have written A Lot about dabert

But if you're asking me strictly how I write him in fics post-reveal... Well, I haven't done much of that tbh. Besides what's already on my ao3, I have two more fics in my wip folder and I can't deny my characterization evolved, especially when I compare that to Butterfly Effect's. I wouldn't say there's that huge a gap he feels like a completely different character, but it's still there. Nothing like the difference between pre-reveal fanon dabi and post-reveal fanon dabi written by new fans tho

[its-actually-minicika]

I feel like Aemond is gonna win the poll results (hes already in the lead by a lot) im lowkey excited for the Alys ending... maybe its just me but im a big fan of fuck men, lets run away together and be happy like they can go to Essos or something and live peacefully

I know exactly what you mean, Anon!!

Although the series is far from over, I already have a little roadmap of each ending - ableit it's a little loose, and changes can always happen.

Alys' ending might be one of the most fun and unconventional ones yet! I honestly can't wait to dive into it 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

[foxsoulart]

Human babies are not my strong suit....eh

[the-winds-of-destiny-xxx]

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[noblehcart]

❛   YOU DID THIS TO ME  !  ❜ ( from nina to matthias )

@aigonakru

"ástin mín-" calming soothing words were what were needed right now because she was upset. heavily pregnant and upset. a delicate and dangerous combo. more so to the child, their child, than a danger to him, but he didn't fully trust her with a cleaver just yet till her moods settled. his thicker accent softened as voice sounded low and gentle while he kneeled down to take off the offending shoes that weren't fitting and squeezing her feet. the swelling was to be expected in any pregnancy, but he supposed this wasn't a factor she had considered. of course he remembered how his mother dealt with her pregnancy with his baby sister. a different shoe size for each foot and he prayed that nina didn't have that issue or else he'd never hear the end of it.

"house shoes for now. look. i have some soft ones, very fluffy, i picked up at the store this afternoon. much more comfy. we can...get you different shoes another day."

[pitchsidestories]

You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare II Ali Krieger x Mewis!Reader

masterlist I word count: 2599

The heat of the day was gone, and it started to cool down in New Jersey. The breeze made you shiver, so did the words of Ali Krieger with whom you had a love affair for the past weeks: “Y/n, you’re 13 years younger than me and I just go through a separation from my wife.” “Ali.”, you tried to soothe her doubting face. Sadness lay in the eyes of the defender while she was looking at you: “I can’t do that.” “But you kissed me first and you said that it meant something to you.”, the hurt in your voice was undeniable.

Regret was shimmering through her words: “I shouldn’t have done that. You’re way too young for me.” “I’m not that young, Ali.”, you interjected. Eyerolling Ali countered: “You’re 26.” “Yes, which makes me an adult.”, you protested. Softly the older woman replied:” I know you’re.”

This didn’t change the fact that you were 13 years younger than her, this much you both knew.  The defender made very clear that it was time to end the thing whatever you two had going on before anyone could get too hurt. So, you decided:” I should go.”

Meanwhile Ali’s daughter Sloane was standing right behind you and interrupted your talk, with big eyes she pleaded:” Don’t go, you promised me a good night story.” “No, she’s right. She should go.”, the dark-haired woman declared. The toddler looked disappointed at her mother: ”But-“ “It’s okay, Sloane. Maybe, we’ll do that another time in the future.” , you reassuringly hugged the little girl.

Audibly Ali cleared her throat: “Goodbye, I hope I’ll see you soon.” “We play in the same team, so I guess we can’t avoid seeing each other.”, you reminded her. Nervously the older woman went through her hair with one hand: “Yes, sure.” “Bye.”, you waved at them. “Goodbye.”

Were those tears shimmering in her beautiful brown eyes? But weren’t you the one who was allowed to grieve the possibility of what you two could have become when she ended it? Confused you left the home of the woman who broke your heart.

A worried Sloane looked up to her mother:” Why do you look so sad, momma?” “I’m not. I just have a hard decision to make. But it’s bad time for you now.”, Ali tried to shrug it off. “No.”, the toddler whined. “Yes, come on.”, the defender’s lips curled up into a tired smile as she knew all too well that her daughter would be soon asleep by the time her small head hit her pillow.

“Ali! Lynn! Doesn’t my little sister look super hot in this outfit?“, Kristie Mewis yelled a week later at Gothams next NWSL game. It has become kind of a ritual that the players took pictures of their outfits before the games for social media. You stood in front of the camera, rolling your eyes at your older sister; “Kristie, stop it.“ “Just admit that I picked it out for you!“, she protested with a laugh. You objected, frowning; “I picked it out. You just lend me the clothes!“ “I picked it out!“, Kristie insisted again. You could easily forget that she was the older one. “Whoever did it, I’m sure every queer woman would be happy to unpack her.“, Lynn interrupted your discussion with a wink.

Ali who stood next to her, waiting for her turn to be photographed, said flatly; “What’s there to unpack? She’s barely wearing anything.“ You could feel your cheeks heat with anger. Before you could answer, Kristie looked at the defender; “Don’t be mean, Ali. It’s a cute fit.“ She gave you a proud smile while Ali shrugged; “It’s true, Kristie.“ Your sister deliberately ignored her negative comments and walked up to you; “Come here. Let’s take some sister photos together to send to Sammy.“ “Sammy will pout forever about the fact that she wasn’t included in this picture.“, you reminded Kristie and immediately smiled at the thought of your other sister who currently played in Kansas. Kristie grinned into the camera; “Let’s be honest, she probably would have ruined it.“ “Still, you know her.“ “Yes, I do.“, she rolled her eyes.

You had taken a quick selfie with Kristie too and texted it to Sam. Now you held up your phone in Kristies face; “Told you. She’s already pouting in her text messages. We need to send her a good snack for when she’s doing her next podcast episode to make up for it.“ “Trust me, she’ll survive.“, Kristie replied with a dismissive wave of her hand. Lynn nodded in agreement; “Yeah, she’s already busy with other things. Sammy will forget about that photo by tomorrow.“ As her podcast partner, Lynn always knew what Sam was up to. “Yeah, you two are probably right.“, you shrugged but sent your sister in Kansas a heart emoji anyway. “We are. Believe us.“, Kristie winked.

After the match Ali was standing next to your locker, arms crossed in front of her chest: “Where do you think you’re going with this outfit?” “I’m going out.”, you shrugged with your shoulders. Although her reaction fuelled your anger. She did not have a right to react jealous. Curiously she asked: “Out? With whom?” “Oh, just with Kristie and some other teammates.”, you replied nonchalantly.

Bitterly the defender answered:” Go and have fun then.” Innocently smiling Kristie intervened: “Isn’t Ashlyn looking after your kids tonight? Come on, Ali. You should join us.” “I don’t think Ali is interested in partying with us.”, you told her. Much to both of your surprise the captain of the team replied:” You know what? Why not? I got nothing else to do.” “Great, this is going to be so much fun.”, your older sister chirmed. A small smile lightened up Alis whole face: “I’m sure it will be.” “We’ll see about that.”, you whispered frustrated.

The club Kristie chose was new and trendy and settled in Manhattan. The music was good, and you and your teammates enjoyed the night out. A stranger came up to you: “Hi, can I get you a drink?” She looked pretty and you could not help but to nod along: “Sure.” “No.”, Ali interrupted the talk between the two of you. “No? I think I can decide that on my own.”, you huffed. Determined the defender shook her head: “No, you can’t.” With these words she took your hand and walked off with you.

Furiously you glanced at her: “Seriously, what the fuck Ali?” “What? It’s impolite. You’re out with us.”, she pointed out. Annoyed with her actions you scoffed: We both know that’s not why you did it.” “Maybe not. But that doesn’t matter. The others don’t have to know.”, Ali admitted.  “Don’t worry, Kristie doesn’t know with whom I spent my summer.”, you disclosed. The mentioning of your older sister made the dark-haired woman smile in amusement:” “Kristie doesn’t seem to be bothered anyway. She’s on the phone with her girlfriend.” “And where are Kelley and Lynn?”, you couldn’t help but to ask. While Ali took you on to the dance floor without asking you: “At the bar.” “Oh.”

“Come on. You should have some fun.”, she smirked. As you were starting to move to the music you wanted to know from her:” Are you enjoying your parenting free night?” “I do.”, with that said you could feel her hands placed around your hips. You tried to keep your tone light: “That’s great.” “But I do miss them.”, the older woman answered. A sigh escaped your lips:“I miss them too to be honest.” “They miss you too.” Surprised you looked at her:”Really?” “Sure. You’ve met them quite a few times.”, Ali replied while her fingers touched your naked skin which made you shiver. Secretly you hated that your body still reacted to her like this.

Apparently, she had also noticed your reaction because she quickly pulled her hand away. “Yes, that’s true.“, you replied, trying to ignore what had just happened. Ali furrowed her eyebrows, looking at you intently; “Are you okay?“ “Yes, I’m fine… I think I’ll go home now.“, you explained, turning away from her. “Already?“ “Yes. Good night, Ali.“

You took your bag and were about to leave when you suddenly felt her hand close around your wrist. “Let me bring you home. Your sister obviously isn’t going to.“, Ali decided rather than offered. You followed her gaze to Kristie, who stood off to the side with her phone pressed to her ear and giggled about something her girlfriend must have said. “We should not interrupt her when she’s talking to her girlfriend.“, you had to admit. Ali finally let go of your hand; “I’m sure the others will make sure that she gets home safe. But now let me take you home.“

Your brain was constantly screaming at you while you accepted the offer and followed Ali to her car. The car ride was unusually silent but you were half expecting the awkwardness already. When the car stopped in front of your apartment building, you realized that Ali had gotten out of the car to open the passenger door for you. You gave her a tight smile; “Thanks for bringing me home.“ “You’re welcome.“, she answered politely. While pulling the keys out of your bag, you noticed that Ali hasn’t moved.

With a sigh, you turned to her, finally asking you the question that was bothering you the whole night; “Ali… did you already find someone new?“ The defender seemed taken aback by the question; “No. I’m not looking for someone right now.“ “I see.“ “It’s all a bit much right now. I thought I’d focus on myself and my children. What about you? Are you seeing anyone?“, Ali continued. You shook your head, your lips pressed together tightly; “No. I think I’ll focus on my career right now.“ “That sounds… reasonable.“ “I know.“ You were just about to turn the keys and unlock the door when Ali spoke up again; “You know I’m sorry, right? I didn’t think when we started this. Or else I wouldn’t have put us both through this mess.“ “So you regret us?“, you asked, your voice a pitch higher than you wanted it to be. “That’s not what I said.“, Ali retorted defensively.

You heaved a long sigh; “I guess it’ll be easier when the season ends.“ “Yes. I think it will be. That gives us more space.“, the defender agreed. “Right and we’ll never have to see each other again.“ Ali rolled her eyes at your remark; “You know, you can be a bit dramatic sometimes?“ “To be fair, I learned from the best. Kristie and you.“, you laughed involuntarily. “I’m not dramatic! Your sister is!“, Ali protested with a wide grin. “Yeah, she’s a little bit more drama.“

For a second, everything felt like the break-up never happened but then Alis’ face turned serious again; “See. I’m sure you’ll be alright. You’re an amazing soccer player, smart and pretty, and you have your two sister who always got your back. You don’t need me.“

“Ali, you know that’s not true. I do need you.”, you disagreed. Her expression was unchanged as she answered: “No, you don’t.” “I still don’t care about the age gap. I thought you should know that. Good night, Ali.”, you smiled disappointed. “I do know that. Good night.”

Yet she still did not move so you asked the defender:” Ali, why are you still standing here?” “What? Oh, sorry. I was just thinking.”, Ali blushed. “Thinking about what?” “Mistakes.”, the older woman truthfully replied. Sharply you shot back: “Well, I think you made very clear that we were a mistake.” “No. But apparently think that if you keep accusing me of saying that.”, she shook her head. You could feel your cheek turn red:” Sorry.” “ I don’t think this was a mistake. What was a mistake was the fact that I didn’t think about it before starting something with you. That would have saved us the trouble.”, Ali summed it up. Slowly you nodded:”Right.”

“But now I’m wondering if it’s a mistake to let you go.”, the defender cautiously looked into your eyes. The words left your mouth before you could think more deeply about them: “Don’t let go.” This said she closed the gap between you and pressed her lips onto yours while you replied to her kiss with an equally passion, running your hands through her dark long hair. All the emotions finally making their way out as you embraced each other. Needless to say, Ali did not leave that night.

After your now girlfriends last game where was a big party being held in her honour. All her friends were there to celebrate her long soccer career. Proudly you kissed her which made Kristie gasp out loud: “Oh. My. God!”

“Why are you yelling, Kristie?”, your other sister Sam Mewis asked amused because she was well versed in the older sibling’s talent to make everything super dramatic as if you were part of a reality show. “Our little sister is making out with Ali!”, the blonde shouted into her ear. Unimpressed the taller woman looked at her:” And?” “And seriously?!”, Kristie repeated playfully shocked.

That made Sam laugh out loud: “Yes?” “Why aren’t you freaking out about this?”, the smaller midfielder wanted to know. “Should I?” “Well, they look happy, right?”, the older sister observed as she glanced at Ali and you. Giggling the middle sibling remarked: “I don’t know. They’re about to eat each other up.”

Kristie grimaced in disgust; “Ew, gross.“ “As if you and were any better with your girlfriend.“, Megan Rapinoe interrupted the sisters, giving Kristie a smirk. Sam gasped with widened eyes, happy about the mutual understanding between her and Megan; “Don’t even get me started! You can’t even have a normal conversation without them making out!“

“Let’s try it with this new couple, shall we?“, Megans wife asked, a challenging look on their face. But before she could her plan to action, Ali took her lips off of yours for a second and yelled; “We’re busy here!“ “Get a room!“, Kristie answered. You eyed your sister with scepticism; “Coming from you?“ “Don’t talk to me in this tone, young lady.“, Kristie warned, playfully raising her finger at you. You cringed; “You’re my older sister, not my mum.“

Ali got up, taking your hand in hers; “Let’s leave, love.“ “Please.“, you answered, looking at your sisters with feigned disdain. “Bye, guys.“, Ali waved while gently leading you outside. Kristie watched you with her mouth open; “You can’t just abduct my sister.“ “This is consensual.“, you clarified with a laugh. “This better be!“, Kristie yelled after you. You smiled at her and Sam, waving them goodbye; “See you tomorrow.“ “Or not.“, Kristie added. Sam snorted; “Probably not.“ “Girls!“, you called. But Ali nudged you with her shoulder, giving you a wink; “They are not wrong though.“ “Go.“, Sam rolled her eyes, gesturing for you to finally leave. Sue smiled as she watched you two; “Seems like we don’t have to worry about Ali being bored after her retirement from soccer.“ “I was never worried about that.“, Megan replied, amused.

Kristie in the meantime had taken a step away from the group and was holding her phone to her ear. “Kristie, what are you doing?“, Sam asked. “Uhm, telling mum the news?“, her sister answered, looking at her like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Sam shook her head at her; “Oh my god, Kristie. That’s exactly why I’m mums favorite.“

[geniousbh]

laulau, pode passar a sua visão de como seria esses marmanjo no aftercare porfa? Dps do pipe fratboy fiquei toda🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Ps: acho tao fofinha a palavra boludo deles. Parece nome de pelucia. Td vez q o pipe gritasse pra tv eu ia falar "iti q fofinhoooooooo"

claro que posso, angelita😚😚💕 e isso sobre a palavra boludo eu djdndidjd aii acho alguns termos muito engraçadinhos (esse é um deles), e outros bem sexysss tipo "gordis". e você não explicou quem queria, mas farei com o triozinho juvenil de ouro (porque homem com mais de 30 PRECISA saber fazer os cuidados pós foda ent implica-se que os véinhos saibam)

o felipe é o reizinho do aftercare. obviamente ser um momma's boy conta muito pra isso, apesar de que ele foi aprendendo com as experiências. ele sabe exatamente o que fazer e é até um pouquinho engraçado porque se você não vai no banheiro na pausa que vcs fizeram na foda ele se vira pra ti assim "não vai fazer xixi, bebita?", e tipo 😳 que pergunta é essa? sua carinha diz tudo então ele ri e se aproxima com a mãozona fazendo um carinho no teu baixo ventre "é bom, previne várias coisas, hm? quer que eu te leve até o banheiro?", e aqui ele fala bem cínico, mas tá obviamente provocando porque ✨sabe✨ que tava te macetando fortinho e te deixando passadinha uns minutos atrás. fora que ele sempre deixa uma garrafinha d'água na geladeira pra quando vocês terminam. e não, n vai dormir em seguida, simplesmente porque quer aproveitar mais um tempinho de qualidade e intimidade contigo, te fazendo cafuné enquanto você se ajeita no peito dele, ambos assistindo reels no insta até apagarem.

o matías é um caso perdido. além de ser um cadelinho no cio quando tá perto de ti, ele muda o foco muito rápido quando tá elétrico. nessas e noutras ele já parou no meio da transa pra te falar que o elon musk tava fabricando robôs, assim como já soltou informação de pesca aleatória enquanto o pau tava tão fundo em ti que você sequer conseguiu ouvir. e é comum que depois de gozar ele fique uns minutinhos "desmaiado" em cima do seu corpinho, até levantar com a bundinha branquela rebolando e ir jogar a camisinha no lixo. ele pergunta sim se tu precisa de algo, e se vc pedir ele traz com cuidado, mas se não, é: puxa um paiero, liga o computador e começa a jogar fortnite pelado. e na primeira foda tinha sido 😱💀 mas, ele não faz por mal, aliás fica virando o rosto de cinco em cinco minutos pra ver se você tá bemzinha (em dias melosos dms vc acaba indo sentar no colo dele pra ver ele jogando tb, o que faz ele deixar o headset contigo pra vc fingir que quem tá jogando é tu, "fala assim, amor, 'boa barreira, lindo, me dá cover agora'😆)

o simón é muuuito da preguicinha. ele gozou já, mas não pode ficar mais um tempinho dentro, não? o cheirinho do teu perfume enquanto ele tá com o rosto afundado na curva do teu pescoço tá tão bom será que cê n topa tirar um cochilo assim? vai se mexer só quando vc tiver bem manhozinha pedindo que precisa ir no banheiro e que ele tá pegajoso de suor (lê-se: vc é pillow princess e ele que lute fazendo todo o trabalho árduo) e ai vai se arrastar contigo aos beijos e resmungos pro banheiro. ele indo pro box - empurrado por ti - e você sentando na privada pra poder fazer xixi, ficando por ali mesmo o esperando tomar a ducha. e ai vai jurar que consegue ver um filminho ainda, mas acaba apagando com a mão apertando um dos seus peitos (é muito relaxante pra ele). compensa dps porque o relógico biológico dele faz ele levantar primeiro e preparar um café da manhã super gostosinho - tudo bem que ele usa das coisas que tem na sua geladeira -, te levando na cama. tbm é cheio de elogios nessas hrs porque adora seu rostinho e seu cabelo de recém acordada😊

[themotherofhorses]

Did handmaid!reader do witchy things? Idk like casting spells and whatnot.

i’m the strongest believer that soft momma alys taught handmaid anything and everything witchy.

sometimes i love to imagine alys casting a series of protection spells around a child!handmaid during early girlhood, in sheer motherly desperation to keep her only child safe within this cruel world.

years later, handmaid’s in the royal nursery, rocking her babies to sleep while mumbling the same spells beneath her breath. she’s her mother’s daughter.

life came full circle it seems.

i also love to imagine that, whenever aemond’s experiencing agonizing phantom pains (the sort that feels absolutely unbearable), handmaid is out collecting herbs to make her husband some healing ointment. the real deal. alys is very proud.

and he’s ofc none the wiser, just all heart eyes and clingy and thankful and 10x more in love.

[rhaenin-time]

The people have spoken! The weird dynamic between Aemond and Alicent is indeed an accidental portrayal of parentification resulting from the writers trying to use the "Oedipus complex" and broad undefined "mother issues" to set up his relationship with Alys.

The casting does not help though. Or rather... it does help.

Original question:

Honestly unsure about how much credit we should be giving the writers. For anything. But let's start with this: Are they the ultimate case of parentification or is the casting just really weird?

I mean he looks older than her. These actors are only 3 years apart playing mother and son.

OR is it just the writers who don't really know what they're doing stumbling into writing an actual real-life dynamic that makes sense, but it's only an accidental side-effect from trying to use broad, undefined "mother issues" and the Oedipus complex to set up his relationship with Alys Rivers?

[writtenbymisunderstoodnerds]

if you don't mind, can you show us your WIPs? 🫶🏼

Honestly, there's too many to count. I'm the master of starting then never finishing them!

Here's a glimpse at a few of my more recent WIPs

USWNT x adhd!reader part 6: The honeymoon and life after marriage

New love (CP x reader): Reader dating again after the loss of her wife

USWNT x Reader: Reader gets insecure when a new player joins the team, feeling like she's being replaced. The team reassure her.

Sick day secret: Reader is Ali's sister. She's sick, Emily/Tierna (Undecided) looks after her. Get's caught by Ali.

Are you sure they like each other? (Alyssa Naeher): Alyssa and reader are together, but very stoic and not affectionate in public. Think the team know they're together, apparently not. Start to question if they even like each other. Alyssa and reader turn into soft, love sick people when alone.

Alyssa x Reader: Alyssa and R already have a child and they are adopting another one. just a cute family baby proofing the house and preparing the baby's new room and including the older one (that's still little) in everything because the mommas don't want they feel left out.

And something completely new that I thought I would give a try after recently becoming obsessed,

Ona Battle x Reader: Ona and reader fall in love. Friends to lovers?

These are my main WIPs at the moment. Let me know what one you might want to see first!

[alicole-sideblog]

Alys and Aemond's son is named after Criston

I just realized it, and I'm screaming, crying, throwing up

I just put together that the following two events happen in quick succession:

Criston is killed at the Butcher’s Ball

Aemond returns to Harrenhal and gets Alys (now visibly pregnant) back from Sabitha Frey

Aemond's dad dies while he is expecting his firstborn

And this is Aemond, of all people! I know we joke about how he's a momma's boy, but he's a total daddy's boy too. His dad is basically his best friend. He trusts him enough to confide in him about his traumatic 13th birthday, to tell him about his quasi-treasonous fraternal jealousy. Aemond and Criston spend so much time together in the training yard. Aemond's toast at dinner is so him mimicking what Criston did with Harwin, because he watches his dad all the time and learns from him.

Of course, of course Aemond is going to name his son after Criston

[dragondreamerhelaena]

Aemonds relationship with Alys

Something I think about often is whether or not Alys and Aemonds relationship is consensual. In fire and blood they say that some believe Aemond was underneath a spell and to me this makes sense because 1. Aemond was raised to be bastardphobic 2. Aemond was raised under the faith of the seven and I don’t know much about that religion but I’m fairly certain they aren’t down with witchcraft and I think it was widely know that Alys was a witch 3. In the tv show aemond is presented at such a duty bound, pious man that I can’t see him ditching his betrothed for a bastard witch lady. He’s also a mommas boy and you just know Alicent had a heart attack hearing what he was doing in harrenhal. I’ve seen people argue that since his family basically shunned him he could possibly be in his teenage rebel era but I find it difficult to believe a person could just a complete 180 personality shift. He’s also very very young so he could be in his rebel era idk, what’s more powerful? Big titty goth witch or religious indoctrination? You decide

(Before the shippers come at me, I don’t hate alys x aemond, I like the ship. I just think this discussion is very interesting)

[cherryc1nnam0n]

Your Beauty Never Ever Scared Me | Epilogue

"So that's how you met daddy?" A little kid asked Y/n as she sat down on her mother's lap

"Exactly honey... Your dad and I were meant to be since we met..." Y/n said brushing her daughter's hair

"But... How did grandpa Wayne die momma?"

Y/n sighed

"Sadly... He was killed by evil people who always got what they wanted..."

The little girl hummed "And did you ever know what happened with Chrissy?"

"Her parents thought she was crazy after what happened down here... So they locked her away in an asylum... It's a horrible fate for such a young sould like her..."

"Poor Chrissy... All she wanted was someone to save her... But, dadda couldn't do that, he belonged to you..." The girl smiled at her mom

"Belong honey, I will always be your mother's" Eddie said kissing Y/n's cheek and then Amelia's "You're telling her our story again?"

"Makes me tell it to her everytime I brush her hair" Eddie laughed "You can't blame her, it's a beautiful story"

"It is dear... It is" he looked at his wife with loving eyes "I love you so much..." They shared a sweet kiss "And you too my little Amy" the girl giggled when her dad tickled her

At the end... It was all perfect...

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[lotus-n-l0ve]

A big awkward to ask considering the relation we have but nevermind...for the event your pa (Satoru) with a letter A <33

You can request— scratch that. You can demand whatever the fuck you want momma and I'll write it. Never ever fell awkward. Even if I have to write smut about pa

𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 || 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏

— Gojo Satoru x Female Reader

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ : Cursing.

ɴᴏᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʟᴏᴛᴜꜱ : I announced the game yesterday and I already have two gojo request. Man be popular as fuck.

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

This can go two ways. If you two are not dating and are just casual hookups then sorry to say this but he doesn't give a fuck about you and that aftercare thing is bullshit. The second you two are done, he's out of the door. Of course, that's the reason he didn't bring you to his house. You are worthless to him after all.

Now, if you two are dating then the scenario is different and you two dating is the proof. He's with you because he loves likes you.

The first thing he does after sex is check if he somehow hurt you because he can handle anything but hurting you was something he can never handle. He would hold you close to him. Running his one hand through your hair and the one caressing your glistening body. He would whispers sweet nothings in your ear and lull you to sleep before himself drifting into sleep.

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