#my approach to retirement is to die

[mossy-rock-in-a-field]

Several weeks ago, my retirement-age mother requested that I play Baldur’s Gate 3 for her because she has trouble with controllers/keyboards and wanted “to see what all the fuss is about with that cute wizard boy.” For context, my mother and I have done this sort of thing in the past with certain RPGs (dragon age, mass effect, etc.), but it’s been a few years since she’s personally requested a game like this. Basically, I control her Tav but let her make all the choices so she can determine how the story plays out without worrying about mechanics. She treats it like a choose-your-own-adventure book.

Anyway, here is a list of some of the things my mother has said and/or chosen to do throughout the course of BG3 in no particular order:

She is (obviously) romancing Gale. She is quite smitten with him and his passion for books and learning; she also thinks he’s polite and qualifies as “relationship material.” She also REALLY likes the things he’s said about his cat so far (my mom is a cat lady), so I know she’s gonna flip shit when we meet Tara in Act III.

She’s playing a normal druid Tav with a generally good alignment. Her favorite spell is Spike Growth because she thinks it’s hilarious whenever enemies walk into the AOE and die. I usually end up having to cast it at least once per battle per her request. Sometimes twice.

Contrary to her alignment, my mother tasks me with robbing every single chest, crate, barrel, and burlap sack we come across; this also includes people and their pockets. The party is always at max carrying capacity. ALWAYS. She doesn’t like selling things because “what if I need them.” The camp stash is in literal shambles. There is no hope of organizing it. She’s got like fifty seven sets of rags and a billion pieces of random silverware.

She MUST talk to every animal and corpse in the game. I think five hours of her total playtime so far (47ish) has been spent speaking to animals as many times as humanly possible. Like, I was thorough in my own playthroughs, but this is on a whole other level.

She did NOT get Volo’s lobotomy, but she did let Auntie Ethel take her eye in hopes of a cure for the tadpole. I did not understand the logic then. I still do not understand it now.

She is far more interested in fashion than equipment stats. Do you have any idea how much gold I’ve had to spend on dyes just to make things match? SO much. Same vibe as that “please someone help me balance my finances my family is starving” tweet but instead of candles it’s thirty thousand fucking bottles of black and furnace red dye.

We broke the prisoners out of Moonrise, but they got on the boat too early and bugged the fight by leaving Astarion and Karlach behind. Wulbren Bongle somehow got stuck in combat mode even after engaging the cutscene on the docks below Last Light; he he kept trying to run ALL THE WAY BACK TO MOONRISE nine fucking meters at a time while I frantically tried to finish the fight with the Warden, otherwise Wulbren would have run straight into the shadow curse. (I would’ve let him go; fuck Wulbren Bongle, all my homies hate Wulbren Bongle. But my mom didn’t know that, and she wanted to keep him safe. So.)

She had me reload a save like eighteen times to save the giant eagles on top of Rosymorn Monastery. Wouldn’t even let me do non-lethal damage just to get past things. I think getting that warhammer for the dawnmaster puzzle took us like an hour and a half alone. (Yes, I know you can use any warhammer, but SHE didn’t.)

She’s started keeping an irl notebook to keep track of her quests between play sessions. She writes down ideas and strategies when she thinks of them during the week, then brings them to her next game session at my house. I think she wrote about three pages on possible approaches to the goblin fortress alone.

She insists that I pet Scratch and the owlbear cub before every single long rest, no exceptions. Sometimes I have to do it multiple times until she is absolutely sure that the animals know exactly how much she loves and cherishes them. She has also commissioned a crocheted owlbear plush from a friend of hers and is very excited.

I’m sure there’s a bunch of stuff I’m forgetting, but those are some fun things I thought of. She’s enjoying the game and is telling all of her retired friends to get it and play it for themselves. She asked me “what is Discord” yesterday and I think my life flashed before my eyes.

anyway shout out to my mom for being neat

Part 2 — Part 3 — Part 4 — Part 5

[phantomrose96]

I've mentioned this thing in tags before but I've decided fuck it, it should be its own post.

I've seen this sentiment lumped into Eat the Rich posts which goes like "if you're worth more than $1 million I think you should die" and I think tumblr users need to know this is not the Eat the Rich statement they think it is.

Someone being worth $1 million doesn't mean what you think it means.

A 71-year-old widow who bought a single-family 2,000 sqft home in Somerville Massachusetts with her husband 40 years ago to raise their family in, who now lives in this home all alone because her children are grown and her husband is dead, is--without a shadow of a doubt--worth more than $1 million. Maybe even $1.5 or $2 million. And it's because of her home equity, because that's what single family homes go for these days in that area.

The 71-year-old widow may be living pension check to pension check, because her millionaire status can only be dipped into if she's removed from her home and sells it. And if it's the home she's loved for 40 years, where she simply wants to live out the rest of her time peacefully in, I wouldn't put her to the guillotine for that.

Maybe that comes off as an extreme example, like that's just an outlier of the "we hate millionaires" agenda. But I don't think it truly is. I'll scale back and tell you the median U.S. home price right now is about $430,000. And that's just median. Half of them are more expensive than that.

The statement "I think people should be able to afford to buy and own the homes they live in" is, I would desperately hope, not a radical statement to anyone on Tumblr. I think that's a pretty well-received idea. So someone who's done that, who's bought their home and worked many years to pay off the mortgage and now owns it fully, is worth close to half a million dollars on average. Many of them more than that, as many areas rapidly gentrify and drive up housing worth.

Statement 2: "I think people deserve to have a retirement fund which would comfortably support them through end of life." Too radical for anyone? I hope not. And I won't pretend to be an expert on how much retirement money is ideal. I'm sure it varies with cost of living in places. But considering this is money which, ideally, should support someone for the remaining 10-20 years of life (money which may be necessary to cover the absolutely crippling medical costs of end-of-life treatment) I'd bet it's well into the many hundreds of thousands. Even if someone was simply living off $30k/year of take home money and just making that work, then 15 years of retirement, costing $30k/year, plus maybe $50k+ of end-of-life medical costs... That's at least $500k.

Which is all to say, if you show me someone approaching retirement age who's "worth" $1 million dollars, my hope would be that their house is paid off and their retirement fund is comfortable. I'd be happy for them. I would want this for them.

Even that may not be true, though. Someone "worth" $1 million maybe owns a paid-off house which has rapidly appreciated to being worth $900k, and their $100k in retirement is something they're trying to stretch through end of life. Maybe someone worth $1 million owns a house which has ballooned to $1.1 million, and they're in fact $100k in debt.

And the fact that SO many Americans will never even meet this bar is significantly more appalling to me than the existence of people worth more than $1 million. "I own my home and can retire comfortably" is a bar we want every American to meet. I want more millionaires who are millionaires because they meet these criteria.

If Nana Somerville's house burns down tomorrow, she'll have lost everything. If a billionaire were to similarly lose $1 million of worth, he would not feel it. That's a fickle day at the stock market. That's Tuesday. That's the rich which desperately needs to be eaten.

[daenysx]

Hi, thank you for you answer I have this idea for a Aemond x reader.

Reader is pregnant with Aemond first child. On a ball our a birthday, comes to an accident and the reader going into labor. Aemond tries to protect his wife, but its to late and he can do nothing except to hold her hand am and prey.

I hope u can understand what i mean, english is not my first language c:

thank you for this request, i hope you like it!

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an accident leads to an early labor and prince aemond never lets go of your hand.

your prince looks quite bored as he watches the bright lights and people dancing with each other. his hand stays on your thigh, rubbing circles, comforting both you and himself. he's never liked these events, there are too many people and he has to engage conversations with them even if he despises them. he doesn't like the act of pretending, doesn't like the loud voices.

your hand stays on your swollen belly, a habit since your belly started growing. you are carrying your first child. the baby is perfectly healthy as the maesters told you and will be born in two moons. you hold aemond's hand, resting on your thigh. you try to comfort him with soft fingers and a reassuring smile. he looks at you, his lips curved into a little smile.

it's the king's name day. even though viserys targaryen is not present all the evening, he was there at the table for a few moments until he felt tired. the feast still goes on; people dance, eat, and drink. aemond is bored and doesn't want to see his mother's teary eyes, helaena's absent smile, and aegon's scandalous behaviours. his brother keeps drinking like there's no tomorrow and doesn't hide his greedy eyes towards maids.

you bring your face closer to aemond's ear, "would you like to leave, my prince?"

he gives you a worried look. "are you alright, my love?"

you nod, "i am, but we can always use my pregnancy as an excuse to retire early."

he smiles slyly. he loves how you feel his discomfort and try to make it better for him. he would love to leave now, go to your shared chambers and help you sleep with his kisses. he nods, "let me tell my mother."

he stands up, goes to talk to alicent. you stand as well, take a few steps to the stairs connect the royal table with other tables that other people are seated. as you see aemond approaching you, you turn your head to alicent's way and give her a little smile. you turn your direction back to the stairs and walk slowly.

then comes the moment of aemond targaryen's worst nightmare.

you can't even recall how, but your foot slips when you are on the stairs and you lose your balance. your hand immediately goes for your belly but you can't stop yourself from falling.

a sharp pain. that's all you feel. your head feels heavy and your legs don't seem to remember how to carry you. aemond isn't quick enough to catch you from the distance he stands. he goes to your side, sees your face covered in the look of pain and desperation. his hands stay on your body, checking if you are alright.

"my love...talk to me, please."

you sob, everyone is there, too crowded and there is no air. pain. between your legs. the ground is shaky. everything is blurry.

"aemond...our baby-it hurts."

alicent screams for the maesters. her voice is not clear in your ears, your hands never leave your belly. they carry you to your chambers, far away from people. aemond is there, his heart beats too loud, he can hear it. the distance between his eyebrows close as he yells at people around.

you are on the bed now, the pain is there. you hear aemond's voice, explaining what happened to the maester impatiently. the maester tells him that the birth might be started.

"aemond- too soon- too soon. do something, please!" your eyes are slightly open as you beg your husband. you fear of losing your baby. you don't even consider your own life, but your husband does.

aemond would burn the city to the ground if you die.

"the princess must give birth right now, my prince."

you try to reach for his hand. he is there by your side. he looks like he is in pain, he kisses your hairline and holds your hand. "stay calm, my love. we will be alright."

your prince is a rational man. he knows he should keep you calm and strong. he can endure this pain, he can even get used to it. if he wants you to stay healthy and alive, he should ease off your worries. the birth is earlier than it would be under normal conditions but that shouldn't mean the baby and you will be in a certain danger.

"i know the birth is early, but you shall be alright. you are my strong wife, remember? try to stay calm for us, for me and for our baby, please. i'm right here with you."

his voice is an anchor. you try to breathe steadily and even though your head hurts with the feeling of imbalance you do not wish to care for it.

the maester and your handmaids are in the chamber. they are in a rush, all devoted to you and your prince. you can understand that aemond's presence and his stern voice helps little for them to complete their duties.

you hear the maester's desperate voice. "my prince, you shall not be in here."

your husband answers with the coldest tone. "if any of you ever dare to tell me to leave my wife, i will make sure of your painful deaths caused by vhagar."

the maester accepts his words unwillingly. you care little for it. you are too tired, you don't know what to do, you don't want to die here. aemond stays next to you, holds your hand and caresses your hair with his free hand.

"you will not leave me. did you hear that, sweet wife? everything will be fine."

you blink slowly. you try to hold onto that warm tone of his voice. you feel the maester's hands on your body, he keeps telling you to push. you spend all your strength but it feels impossible. it feels like death and you are more scared for your baby than you are scared for yourself. with a little conscious you pray for your baby. for your husband. let them be fine.

aemond is terrified. there's no other word to describe how he feels. he is scared. he keeps thinking about the endless possibilities. he tries to look strong but this is harder than all the battles and duels.

alicent is in the chambers too, watching her son with worried eyes. she fears for your life, she prays and prays and prays. she sees how aemond tries to create a safe space for you. how he tries for you to focus on the birth instead of the fear of death.

"once more, princess."

you scream. you are sure the entire keep is covered with your screams. you lost the count of time. how many hours have passed, is it morning yet? you don't know. then you feel a sudden relief. your baby leaves your body and all your muscles shakes at the feeling.

"a son, your grace!"

you try to see your baby but you don't have the strength to lift your head enough. a boy. a beautiful boy. you wait to hear his cry but there is no voice. aemond stays frozen, he doesn't let go of your hand, his tears are ready to fall.

then the most beautiful sound you've ever heard fills the room.

your son cries and the maester smiles. "there is nothing to worry now, my prince. the little prince looks quite healthy. "

aemond smiles and looks at you. he knows how tired you are but you manage to give him a smile anyway. the relief of your son being healthy and safe is too strong to resist and you close your eyes.

the maids clean the baby and wrap clean, white clothing around him. aemond reaches to hold his son. his son.

the feeling is quite strange for the one eyed prince. he still fears for you but holding his baby in his arms is a relief. he holds him for what feels like an eternity. he memorises the baby's facial features, all the same with his, only with the shape of your mouth. he watches, mesmerised and happy.

alicent approaches closer to her son. aemond looks at her and puts the baby in her arms securely after pressing a little kiss on his forehead. alicent smiles to her grandson, proud and relieved. her worries lessen when she sees how healthy the baby is even though he was born two moons early.

aemond sits on the edge of the bed. your handmaids clean the bed, there is no blood now. you are in a clean space, your eyes closed and your hair messy. he brushes his fingers on your cheek gently, prays to the gods to give you back to him. he prays for you to find your balance again, to be happy now that your son is here. he prays for you to wake up, to tell him you're fine, to ask him about the baby's name. he wishes for you to tell him all your name choices and decide what's your desire to call your boy. he just wishes for you to come back to him.

he keeps stroking your cheek when you open your eyes. your eyes are unfocused for a moment, then you see him. he looks exhausted but when he realizes you open your eyes, he cups your cheek. "my love?"

"aemond, our son-" your voice doesn't feel like your own. you can't complete your clumsy sentence.

"he is alright. a perfect boy, healthy and safe. how do you feel, my lady?"

you sigh in comfort when he tells you about your son. "i'll be better."

"yes, you will. you will be better. than we will choose a name for our boy, hmm? would you like that?"

you nod. "yes. it would be lovely."

your prince takes a deep breath. the experience was terrifying but you survived. he leans and kisses your forehead affectionally. "you have done perfectly. i love you."

"i love you. thank you for never leaving, my prince."

he shakes his head. "i will be by your side until the end of my days."

[lazycats-stuff]

Hey, can I request Bruce x ex-villain reader, where Bruce needs some information/help so he goes to find the reader (who let Bruce find him) to negotiate. The reader isn't really that keen to go back to the whole action scene because he lives a real comfortablelife at some island or soemthing, but Bruce makes an offer the reader can't really say no to

Of course anon. Why do I feel like this would be me? Hm... Also, sorry this took so long.

Summary: Bruce offers something that (Y/N) can't offer for intel.

Warnings: nothing bad... Maybe some cursing.

Intel was something precious. Something that can be life and death in the vigilante world, especially if you are after terrorists or a bigger threat in the world to keep it safe. Of course, intel doesn't come without a price. Those who know things use that knowledge as a bartering chip in order to get what they want.

Bruce knew that all too well.

As of now, he needed intel. There was only a single problem in this case. (Y/N) (L/N). He is a former villain that has decided to retire to somewhere in the world. Where is that somewhere? Bruce didn't know. (Y/N) and Bruce had a respect-hate relationship. While the two really hated each other, but had a way to respect one another.

After their last fight, (Y/N) had dropped a bomb that he was retiring, saying that he was bored of being a villain. Bruce nearly had a heart attack when he heard that and was curious as to why. Why a sudden change of heart?

Either way, after that night, (Y/N) was gone. Bruce a little bit sad. It was very fun fighting with (Y/N), playing mind games, trying to rattle one another. And one think that Bruce loved about (Y/N) was the fact that he didn't go after his sons. In fact, he saved them a few times.

However, (Y/N) was still in loop when it came to intel. Bruce had a few theories as to why, but Bruce thought it was to stay safe and move if necessary. And more importantly, he was impossible to find. Bruce has tried, but couldn't fine him for the life of him.

It was frustrating and yet, impressive at the same time. Nobody has been able to hide from him that well and it wasn't funny at this point. And Bruce would leave (Y/N) alone. Would, but he needs intel and only (Y/N) has it. So... He had to find (Y/N) and do whatever it takes to get that intel.

And after weeks of searching, he found (Y/N). It was a private island, of course. Bruce got into his plane, suit and off he went. It was a long flight, but he had nothing but time to think about all of this. How does he approach this? He has to offer (Y/N) something in return for the intel.

Money? (Y/N) has a shit ton of it if he has his own private island in the middle of nowhere, in the ocean. Like... He has a big amount of money... Not money it seems. Maybe something...

Something he could bring back...

What was he going to bring to the table? Bruce chuckled to himself as I looked at the ocean underneath him. There is something else going on between (Y/N) and Bruce. They knew each others identities and there was something more than just being enemies. Before (Y/N) retired, the two started being more civil and...

There was something that Bruce couldn't pinpoint for the life of him. There was something that made Bruce feel truly alive, adrenaline coursing through his veins... Something electric. (Y/N) was also affected by it, but the two men would rather die than show it towards one another.

Maybe... He could on that. He could use that to get intel. But that will only work it (Y/N) shares the same feelings. Oh, if only he knew. Bruce landed on an empty piece of land, where (Y/N) was waiting already, in his swim shorts and a cigar in his mouth. He watched in silence as Bruce stepped out of his plane.

" You have been difficult to find. " Bruce said as he stepped out into the warm weather, taking his cowl off.

" For the record, I allowed you to find me and you know it Bruce. So, what brings you to my humble island? " (Y/N) asked before taking a long drag of his cigar, leading the way to his manor. Bruce followed, quickly walking alongside him.

" I think you know why I need help. " Bruce said and (Y/N) chuckled quietly as he let out the smoke of his cigar.

" You are right, I do know why. However, " (Y/N) said as he opened the door to his mansion. Bruce saw how there was so much natural light and thought how nice it is to have so much sunlight. You can be lucky if there is sun in Gotham city.

" So Bruce... What can you give me in exchange for the intel you need? " (Y/N) asked as he finished his cigar, moving to pour himself some whiskey.

" Something that I think you can't resist. " Bruce said coolly and smirked as (Y/N) raised his brow."

" And what would that be? "

" I know you didn't want to retire. I know you are itching to get out of it. And I know you are tired of being a villain. Maybe you can be a hero for a change... Maybe we can finally act on our feelings we tried to bury. "

Bruce watched (Y/N) intently. His breath hitched for a moment and he looked away for a moment.

" How in God's name did you know? "

" Maybe because I'm the world's greatest detective. " Bruce replied and (Y/N) huffed.

" Don't flatter yourself. " (Y/N) said with faux annoyance and Bruce stopped smirking.

" Is that the reason why you retired? To bury those feelings? " Bruce asked and (Y/N) rolled his eyes.

" No... I was actually tired of being a bad guy. It's not as fun anymore."

Bruce chuckled at that. Of course.

" Really? "

" Yup. You blow up a few buildings here and there, mess with you... But it's not fun anymore. " (Y/N) shrugged his shoulders.

" Maybe we can work together. " Bruce suggested, leaning on the counter.

" Is that a way of getting into my pants? " (Y/N) asked and Bruce shook his head with a chuckle.

" No it's not. "

" You sure? You are a playboy after all. " (Y/N) said as he sipped his whiskey slowly.

" Not anymore. Haven't been in the game for a while. " Bruce shrugged his shoulders and (Y/N) chuckled quietly.

" If I chose to accept it, does it mean I would have to work with the Justice League? "

" Not if you don't want to. " Bruce answered softly and (Y/N) relaxed a little bit. He put the glass down, the sound resonating in the now quiet kitchen.

" Well, that is something I can't refuse... You really caught me off guard. " (Y/N) said laughing, leaning on the counter of his kitchen.

" Does this mean I get my intel too? " Bruce chuckled and (Y/N) nodded.

" I guess so. "

" So when can I expect you in Gotham? " Bruce asked softly and (Y/N) tilted his head in thought.

" Next week. I need to make a few arrangements and then I'll come. "

Bruce nodded and watched (Y/N) with a small smile. " Can I kiss you?" Bruce asked him and (Y/N) nodded, moving closer to Bruce.

Bruce gave him a chaste kiss on the lips before pulling back with a smile. " See you in a week (Y/N). "

(Y/N) chuckled, pouring himself more whiskey. " See you in a week. "

[elisiafarias]

How the Lin kuei trio react while you are giving birth to their child? PART I

Part 2 here (kuai liang / smoke)

Bi han ❄️

Your moans of pain could be heard from the other room, you had been in labor for 12 hours.

Your husband has had enough of being banned from seeing the birth of his own child due to tradition.

So Bi Han came in slamming the door loudly without caring of anything, one of the women who was helping in the birth ran towards him "Sir, you can't be here."

He simply ignored her, passing by her, when he reached the bed where you were he noticed something.

The nurses had your hands tied, that image froze the Grandmaster, then without thinking twice he said with a strong tone.

-Untie his hands inmediately.- The cryomancer demanded in a threatening tone.

When you heard it you felt a sense of relief and happiness, as if your husband was coming to rescue you.

The nurses followed his instructions without hesitation.

Then you extended your hand towards him, Bi Han immediately ran in your direction.He took your hand and with the other put his cold hand on your forehead.

-Wife.- He said worried, it was the first time you saw him like this for you.

You were red and sweating from the vain efforts of giving birth all these hours and the pain was unbearable.

You couldn't take it anymore and for the first time you lost control, you were so afraid of losing your baby or dying together.

-Bi han please help me.-You said as you squeezed his hand tighter.

Your husband caressed your head.

-Calm down.- That's the only thing the Grand master could think of to say.

Then he went to the doctor in charge.

-What's going on? Why is my son not born yet?- Your husband asked indignantly.

-Grand master, we have a theory that the baby doesn't fit.-the doctor began to explain but Bihan immediately interrupted him.

-Then think of a solution quickly, if my wife and my son die they will not be the only ones with that fate. -Your husband said harshly to the doctor and then sent murderous looks to everyone who attended the birth.

Afterwards, Bi Han quickly left the room to look for his most trusted people.

-Is there anything you can do? - The cryomancer asked Sektor.

-I could do an emergency cesarean section, but I don't have an epidural and...because of the blood loss, pain, the contamination of your wife- he began to explain but Bi Han rushed to say.

-Think about something else.-The Grandmaster said sharply and then retired.

He then found his brothers.

-I need you to go around looking for someone more competent, apparently we are surrounded by useless doctors here.-he told his two brothers.

Kuai Liang did not reply, he knew that this time his brother's harsh attitude was due to his concern for his wife.

On his side, Tomas just looked at Kuai Liang, it struck him that Bi Han was so worried about someone, so he preferred not to protest either, plus they were also worried about (Y/N).

-We will do it brother.-Said the pyromancer.

-Don't fail me.-The Grandmaster said stoically.

They just nodded and quickly left. Then Bi han remained thoughtful in that room, it was the first time he felt that fear of losing someone after his mother's death, and it was getting out of hand, there was nothing else he could do.

After a while he went back to your room.

You found yourself almost sleeping after so much effort. Your husband looked at you compassionately.

Then you woke up to your husband's caresses on your head.You gave him a weak smile.You could only understand each other at this point with just your looks.

-Stay strong, it will all be over soon.-Your husband said, trying to calm you down, although he was never really good at it and this was no exception. But you loved the way he cared about you.You just put your head on his chest.

After a few minutes you heard a familiar voice from the other room approaching.

Then she enter in your room abruptly, you and Bi Han looked at her in surprise, and you asked yourself how she got here.

-I see the problem, in that position the baby will never come out.-Madame Bo said.

Before Bi Han could say anything, Madame Bo stepped forward.

-Your brothers told me everything, don't worry, I have experience, I have attended the birth of Kung Lao and Raiden.-She said as rolled up his sleeves.

Then Bi Han looked at the door that was open, his two brothers were looking at him with a certain worried look. The Grandmaster looked at them with a face of "This is the best you could find?".

-This girl is going to have to give birth up.-Said Madame Bo.

"What?" You asked incredulously.

-You come help your wife - Madame Bo indicated. Bi Han just grunted but she ignored him.

-Help her up.-She indicated, your husband picked you up and he carefully put you on your feet, then he helped you stay standing while he grabbed your waist.

Then the contractions came back.like it was a miracle you could feel something coming out.

-The baby is crowning (Y/N) start pushing with all your strength.- Madame Bo said from below.

And that's what you did, while you pushed with all your strength, your husband never let you go, your screams mixed with the cries of your baby....

You let out an excited laugh, while crying with emotion.

It was a (boy or girl whatever you prefer).

Bi Han was hypnotized by his baby, he couldn't stop looking at him. He gently laid you on the bed and followed Madame Bo and the nurses, they made him cut the umbilical cord, bathe him and dress him. From your side it made you laugh how your husband reluctantly followed orders for the first time.

-Where is my baby?, I want to see him- You said, extending your arms.

The Grandmaster brought it to you in his arms before handing it to you, kissing his forehead. When you held him in your arms it was like falling in love at first sight, he was so perfect, so small, it was something you had created.

-Look at him/her, my love is beautiful- You said excitedly. Your husband kissed your forehead while he held his baby's hand.

-He/She is perfect.-Bihan said proudly.

With all this event, he realized that you and your son are the most important thing to him, and his love for you two was unconditional.

Then you thanked Madam Bo for her help. Then you forced your husband to thank his brothers too.Although you knew that he thanks them deep down. Kuai Liang and Tomas were happy for their nephew/niece.

For you it was the happiest day of your life, your life was born healthy and has people who love him/her.

Author note:

Hello everyone, i will update Tomas and Kuai Liang later in this post. I will reblog.

[tabbiwritesgenshin]

failing light | various

synopsis: how would they act when you die

genre: angst

word count: 1,119

a/n: I don't have anything interesting to say but can I add how baffling it is the support my previous post got? like damn, i went from 20 notes to 253. tysm y'all omg

Collei wanted to scream, she wanted to cry, to yell, her whole world had crumbled in only a few glances, yet she couldn’t. She was struck with both fear and shock, you were her most beloved person in the entirety of Teyvat, you were the only person who had shown her any love in a long while and now..you were just..dead. She could only stare at your body for what felt like hours until she eventually lost consciousness.

Eula clutched your body with all she had, she had to make sure your last moments were ones of peace. She tried her best to contain herself, to ignore her tears, to do everything she could to look strong for you, yet, she couldn’t. She was left as a crying mess as the concept of losing the only person who loved her dawned on her mind. 

Again she had lost, again Ei had weeped, again was someone else taken from her, again, she felt hopeless, like she had lost everything she held dear. She wanted to move on, she wished to maintain strong, that’s what you desired, that’s what she promised to you..yet she couldn’t. The pain was too much, the grief overtook her. Again would she retire to her Plane of Euthymia, again would she abandon everyone, again would she despise herself.

Ganyu was afraid, she was scared, terrified of the idea of losing you. She tried everything she could yet nothing worked. The half-Qilin tried every bit of knowledge she had on medicine to try to save you, even those used only by the Adepti, if she could, she’d even give out her life for you. Perhaps it was due to the panic of losing someone again, but during her numerous attempts to extend your life, she hadn’t accepted the fact that you were truly gone.

Kujou Sara was unfortunately experienced in the concept of loss and death so when you approached her with heavy battle wounds, she knew better than to panic. Her pain and grief were incomparable to whatever suffering she had seen before in her life, yet, she kept strong. She didn’t want you to pass in fear or sadness. The moment you died it shattered whatever facade was left in her. She collapsed onto the floor, still clutching your cold body. The mighty Tengu general of the Shogunate was lost..truly destroyed.

The skies were split and thunder roared as The Raiden Shogun weeped to your lifeless body. All semblance of hope..all happiness which she had ever felt in her life vanished as her eyes gazed at the ones which had given her so much with so little in return. No longer would the Shogun hold back against humanity, she would make all who dared harm her beloved pay, none shall be spared. All will suffer for the sake of eternity so no one she held dear would fear again.

Rosaria always acted like she didn’t care, Rosaria always acted like nothing mattered to her, even when she had someone to love, someone who loved her, she still acted with this cold exterior, yet, when she was faced with the news that the most significant person in her life had died every facade she had, every coldness in her heart, they were crushed as a sense of hopelessness would crush her like a boulder. Never again would that be a facade, after you had died, after she was left alone once more, that coldness overtook her heart and no amount of warmth could heat it ever again.

The Anemo Archon Venti would hold you on his lap as you slowly passed away, even in your last moments, his love was there to comfort you. Even after you were gone, he would not leave this position, even when you were buried, even when everyone thought you had died alone, even when everyone thought you two hadn’t even spoken to eachother, he would always be present in the place of your passing. Every night, every month, every year, he would sit there for hours at a time, drinking away as he talked to himself in only praises of yourself.

The Wanderer felt different, he was the creation of a god, mortals were below him, none were equal to him, he was above every single one of those worms, yet, there was one of those so called “worms” that for a single moment, for a brief second, could make him believe he was only a human, that he could feel happy, he could feel everything those he called below him could feel. There was only one person who could make him happy, only one person who could help him forget about his betrayals yet even them suffered, even them were hunted down due to his past, even them suffered because of him. Some would say, that the Wanderer, after so long, would return to who he was, even for a single minute, would enjoy murder once more.

He knew it would happen, a karmic debt was placed on Xiao a long time ago, he knew it, he knew that those around him would suffer because of it, but even then, the mighty conqueror of demons could also fall prey to the enticing and intoxicating love he used to think he was undeserving of. His more rational side was prepared for such an occurrence, of losing his most loved one yet deep down, he knew he wasn’t, he knew the moment you were at the brink of death, he would sacrifice his own to keep you safe..but he was too late, you were dead before he could heal you, before he could save you. Never before had the Yaksha felt such deep hatred, such unfeeling rage, so much was it that when he was done with his vengeance, when he had bathed in blood in the name of love, he felt nothing but a consuming sense of hollowness.

Zhongli grasped your hand with all the softness and grace he could have. He had a rather long talk with you, reminiscing about the fond times you two had, the love you shared, the pain and the happiness you had shared. He knew it would come to this, he knew that this would happen eventually. You were a mortal, a mere human, he was an archon, a god. Once you were gone, once time finally caught up with you, he couldn’t help but to shed a tear. Once again, none who would share his memories, once again, another loved one had been hit with time. Some could say that from that day, the enigmatic consultant of the Wangsheng funeral parlor seemed more distant, more cold, even.

[allwaswell16]

🔔 It's December! That means it's One Direction Advent fic season! Advent fics are generally posted daily from December 1 to December 24/25. Don't forget you can subscribe to the author to get a daily email reminder to read their Advent fic! 🔔

🌟 Baking In December by Itstilliswhatitis

Louis can't believe it! His sisters signed him up for a competition at some bakery and they won! Now he has to spend every day of December baking something with a random dude. Except, the random dude is named Harry and he's hot! Louis realises that this Christmas might be extra special!

🎁 Be Merry All by @justanothershadeofblue {Fic post}

there is a specific sort of oppression that comes with a miserable so-cal christmas, when it’s dark and dirty and rainy or else it's too hot and too bright and everyone’s hustling, and your family is all far away and the laundry machines in your building are broken and you’ve eaten too much take-out and all you want is two seconds of quiet and maybe a morsel of holiday joy.

🕯️ Can I Fly Home by @sadaveniren {Fic post}

“Nothing? A seventy-eight year old woman just gave birth. It’s clearly supernatural stuff at work. How could you say no?” “No.” “Come on, the mystery has to be getting to you just a little.” “Granny being horny isn’t a mystery, Lou. We’re supposed to be on a break until the new year. The real mystery is why you aren’t content to just stay in one place. We’ve hunted everything imaginable to hunt.” “And yet weird shit still ends up happening, fancy that.” He saw Louis change tactics, sticking out his lower lip, pleading. “Please? Check it out with me and then maybe we’ll come back here for Christmas.” AKA Louis and Harry have been hunting together since they were teenagers and it's beginning to take a toll. Harry wants to retire. Louis plans to die hunting. Maybe a "Christmas Miracle" is just what they need. An advent fic.

🦌 Christmas Advent Calendar by enchantedlandcoffee / @alarrylittlechristmas {Fic post}

A collection of holiday drabbles written and posted leading up to Christmas. One posted per day.

🥁 Heart Beat by @allwaswell16 {Fic post}

Hideaway Haven is the place that Louis has always called home. It's also the place that Harry had tried to leave behind him. When Harry returns to start a music academy in his hometown, he finds himself face to face with his high school crush—and his charming daughter who wants to learn to play the drums.

⛄ the holiday remix - choose ur adventure advent series by warmcuppatea / @hlplease {Fic post}

“I love you so much, yeah? And we’ve talked about moving in together when my lease ends. And we’ll be spending so much time together for the holidays, and you know, we get on so smashingly-” “Louis-” Harry laughed. “Spit it out!” “-So I was thinking,” Louis laughed, rubbing his face. “Fuck, I don’t know why I’m so nervous!” He laughed. “I was thinking we should test-run living together this month.” Harry and Louis are very in love, but moving in together feels huge. So, naturally, Louis has the idea to do a holiday test-run.

🔔I'll Be Home For Christmas by lovelarry10 / @chloehl10 {Fic post}

Harry's life seems to be going well. He has a great job working at Festive Furnishings, he has an amazing three year old son called Danny, and his favourite time of the year is approaching. Just as Harry thinks everything is finally going to plan, he finds out that he is going to be losing his home just before Christmas. Louis Tomlinson is happy enough with his lot. He's the CEO of a company he started years ago, Festive Furnishings, he has great colleagues, especially his assistant Harry, and he has the best nephew in the world. But the thing is, Louis is lonely. He has a beautiful house but it's too quiet, especially at this time of year. Not that he'd admit that to anyone. While struggling to find somewhere warm and safe for himself and Danny to stay, Harry makes a decision that might just change the course of everything... and bring himself and Louis closer together as well...

🍪 I Really Like Your Styles: The Baking Advent-ure by @homosociallyyours {Fic post}

Louis isn't much for frills, and the coffee shop he co-owns with his best friend Liam is evidence of that. Yes, it's got a decent sized, well-kept industrial kitchen, but Louis insists that people come to coffee shops for coffee, not mediocre pastry and plastic wrapped cookies. When Liam's campaign for serving treats turns into watching a few baking accounts on whichever popular app he's on now, there's one that really gets on Louis' nerves: "I Like Your Styles." With his chipper demeanor and over the top descriptions of the food he makes, Louis is sure that the (unfortunately cute) baker is full of it. Nothing that adorable could possibly be worth the hype. It doesn't actually take much for him to eat his words...and some quality baked goods, while he's at it.

 🎄 kay's 25 days of smutmas by shiptattou / @wecantalktomorrow {Fic post}

Starting on December 1st, I will be posting a new smut fic everyday until Christmas! These are all one shots of varying lengths and content. As they are posted, I will add the links to this post, summaries and lengths will be included under the break! All fics will be Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson.

💌 Lonely Cards Club by @hellolovers13 {Fic post}

Harry's life in Cardiff is rather uneventful. Until he receives a strange Christmas postcard. It gets even stranger when he finds another one the next day. An Advent story about missed opportunities and second chances.

❤️ Love Actually [L.S.] by @louisthiccsexyglitteryass {Fic post}

Louis Tomlinson has just became Prime Minister of the UK. Harry Styles is a housekeeper at 10 Downing Street. Louis can't help but be enthralled with Harry. But, unfortunately, love has a funny of fucking punching you in the gut.

🎅 Neondiamond's 2023 Christmas Ficlet Party {Fic post}

If you know me at all, you’ll know that two of the things I enjoy most are writing fluffy ficlets, and Christmas. This year, I decided to combine the two and create my own little Christmas ficlet party all throughout December! 8 ficlets, 4 different pairings, many different tropes—all short, fluffy and festive! Perfect for a quick reading break with a warm drink!

☃️ Snow In Love by @lululawrence {Fic post}

Harry and Louis are best friends and have been for basically as long as they can remember. For the first time since middle school, they are both single for the holidays leaving them with the brilliant idea to take each other as their dates to work events. To make things easier they will pretend like they’re dating. But then they learn something funny. People thought they were already dating. Weird. An advent fic featuring childhood friends, fake dating turned actual dating, really horrible secret keeping, and a winter weather surprise.

🌲 'tis the damn season by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf {Fic post}

Harry returns to her small hometown over the holiday season and starts to think about the road not taken.

🔔 they're singing 'deck the halls' (but it's not like christmas at all) by doesanyonehearrunningwotah

Louis Tomlinson is no fan of Christmas. Between his douchebag ex-husband/co-parent, his two teenage kids, and the awful fact of his torn-apart family, the holiday season isn't looking to be all that festive. But maybe a boy's trip with his closest friends will lead him to something that'll make the season a little more bearable. Or the one where Louis' a bit of a grinch, Harry's a gorgeous present, and there's more weight to the past than either of them would like.

❄️ We Can Roll in the Darkness by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28 {Fic post}

Top and Bottom Construction Co. - “We’ll get the job done, however you prefer it!” Louis looks up from the flyer, and back at Niall. “You must be joking?” Niall shakes his head, his mischievous grin only going wider. “Nope! I already researched them. They have glowing reviews AND they’re affordable. It’s perfect!” He pauses then to give Louis a cheeky wink. “Besides their website says they’re full service.” (Or the one where Louis and his best mate Niall decide to take the plunge and open a pub. The goal is to open Christmas Day, but the building renovations are proving trickier than expected. Insert: a construction company with a questionable name, a certain curly haired builder who catches Louis’ attention, and a little festive chaos along the way).

✨ You Ain’t Gotta Feel Fear Just Mingle by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup {Fic post}

Harry has been at his dream job for less than three months, and he knows two things for sure; first, his project manager doesn't know what he's doing, and second, someone in the office is apparently pure evil, and no one will tell Harry who it is. Oh, and the guy who works in conservation at the other end of the building is the most beautiful man Harry's ever seen, even when wielding a hot iron as a weapon. Happy Christmas, here's to many more.

[boiohboii]

The trophy boyfriend pt3.

The one where the rumors turn into reality

People thought they lost Carlos to a different type of WAG

or

In which f1 fans are introduced to a South Korean chaebol and now they want to fight her rumored boyfriend for her love and attention.... but is he even her actual boyfriend?

PART 2

Liked by KimJeonwoo, carlossainz55, SuaveStore and 918,251 others

Danielricciardo: hello everyone, I know this is not the way I usually post things, but I want to do that for her.

Her being the love of my life: Kim YN. I have met you 6 years ago, you had just graduated and were excited to visit your friend, however I fell behind you trying to get your attention, just a minute to have your phone number, but alas you heard the thud turned around, looked me in the eye, nodded and then left. I wanted to cry that day, not because of embarrassment, no, because I had let an angel just walk away from me. I spent years with your face in mind, looking everywhere I go in hopes of finding you again, but it was you who found me. The only difference this time is that I knew you were my friend's friend. I knew your name, and I knew you were way out of league- you still are and always will be.

I remember your blinking eyes at my proposal of a date, and you just gave me that precious smile of yours while writing your number on my arm. I had tried to think so hard of how to impress you, impress a woman who had everything at her feet, you could always just pick and choose whatever you want whenever you want.

That date was simple, just us in your restaurant and no one else. At first I had thought it was for your privacy, but 2 years down the line I had asked you about that night, and I will always remember your words: "I do not care if anyone knew, yes I value my privacy, but I valued getting to know you more, you are much more important to me" and since that day I swore that I would not drag you into my world- we are, after all, from 2 very different worlds- but as we now approach our 5th year together, I can not help but boast about you for once. Boast about the fact that you had taken me as your fiance and the man you will call your husband.

I swear that till the day I die I will cherish you. I will respect, love and care for you for the rest of my life. I may be a race driver, but I will, first and foremost, always be yours.

This is for every fan of mine, thank you for being by my side and thank you for everything throughout the years, to reassure you I will not be retiring but my priorities have shifted a bit. I am and will always be grateful for the wonderful opportunity I have been granted and I will keep working hard for you and for my team. Please do not try to know where Y/N is or what she is doing, she is a private person and I hope all of you understand that. I don't want her to regret being with me, so please leave her alone. I will not be releasing anymore pictures of her on either of my accounts as we have been doing for the past 4 years, don't try to send a follow request on her account either, she will not mistakenly accept- she is one of the smartest people alive.

Thank you Kim Y/N for the lovely moments and the breathtaking years. I can only dream of the many more dazzling years to come with you by my side, darling.

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[divine-misfortune]

Quint ghouls quint ghouls quint ghouls !!

I've been meaning to do these designs for a while @wrathofrats and I have been talking about all of the older ghouls for a long ass time we've been thinking so hard on them.

Ghoul thoughts below the cut :)

Ps: pls ask me abt my old ghoul lore I'll die for u

Omega

First quintessence ghoul. Has always been Papa's right hand man.

When not touring, he helped in the infirmary but after retirement took a much more hands on role there.

His magic is more attuned to healing than the others. Is the only one of them able to mend more than surface level injuries.

Warm, and soft voiced. Omega is an inviting and stable presence in the ministry. He is kind and patient, human enough in behavior the ministry allows him to speak publicly, to give interviews and speak to the adoring masses.

Delta

Initially a water ghoul, he was the first elemental transition. His transition was not authorized by the clergy, the timing just happened to be convenient.

Like the water ghouls before him, cursed by an element that refuses to be tamed, Delta was bound to reverting back to his base ghoulish nature. Turn feral, if you will. He sought about saving himself, but in turn damned himself to a new fate.

His vessel is not suited to harbor an element like quintessence, and as time went on, the unstable energy inside of him began to eat away at him. Mentally and physically, he was decaying. It changed him in a way nobody could have predicted.

Delta is cold and distant, more so than he ever was as a water ghoul. There is something deeply, deeply unsettling about him.

His magic is weak and a little unpredictable. Rarely allowed to be used on others, Omega makes sure he does not get too involved in the infirmary and its affairs.

Aether

Delta's replacement, one they found quickly and quietly. Aether just seemingly appeared one day, and with his arrival Delta practically went missing in action.

Terzo's first successful quintessence ghoul, something Aether is a bit prideful of. Also had a hand in summoning the rest of his pack.

Studied quite closely with Omega, but had an insatiable curiosity to explore their element more. A tad reckless with it at first, there were several siblings that seemingly disappeared after last being seen with Aether that the clergy scrubbed from their records.

Was fairly tightly wound when he was summoned but has since become much more approachable given time. His nature is quite loving, a very "others before himself" mentality. Charming, dangerously so. Older siblings tend to warn about the honey he speaks, but nobody believes someone as calming as Aether could ever truly be that bad.

His magic is an internal thing. Attuned closer to the brain than the body, sure he can heal but only surface level injuries for the most part. He's much better at tinkering around in your skull than anything.

Retired of his own volition.

Phantom

Newest quintessence ghoul.

Was the first ghoul Copia summoned without assistance.

Much smaller than the previous ghouls of his element, he compensates with a larg personality that is he's really just starting to settle into. Mostly sweet, a little naive. He's picking up his packs bad habits, mostly Dew's excessive use of the word 'fuck'.

Unlike those before him, Phantom's magic is hardly useful for things like healing. He can fix your headaches, but that's about it. Phantom's quintessence, while somewhat similar to Aether's, is mostly new to the clergy. Shadow magic. It's a little unstable, not like Delta's, more he's just unfamiliar with how to control it. Tends to get a little wispy around the edges because of it.

[thelov3lybookworm]

You Think I Wanted This? (Part 3)

Part 1 Part 2

Summary: Are all royals this arrogant?

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A/n: Hehe 🤭

anyways, enjoy!

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Y/n tightened her hold on the muscular arm she held, shooting a warning glare at her husband, letting him know his temper would not help him.

He had the audacity to roll his eyes as he looked away, before nodding at something the lord in front of them said.

After the priest had declared Y/n and Xaden married, everyone had started approaching them to congratulate them, to get to know the legendary man Y/n had married.

And now, for the past few hours, Y/n had been stuck holding onto her husband's arm and laughing at every dumb joke the pompous lords and ladies threw their way, nodding along and pretending like she was not, quite literally, questioning their intelligence.

Her hand was cramping with the way she had not moved her arm once, her legs ready to drop her any moment, her back plotting her murder. She could also feel a headache coming, and knowing that her husband was likely going to spew some stupid arguments when they were in the confines of her bedroom walls, she was sure tonight she was going to die.

"I'll take my leave then, leave you to go get some rest." The lord the new couple were talking to laughed, winking and clasping Xaden's shoulder. His whole body shook with the laughter at his own insinuation, the poor buttons on his shirt looking ready to give up any moment as Y/n felt Xaden's arm tense under her grip.

She clenched her hand again for what felt like the hundredth time that night, pulling her hand back slightly to let him know that no, he couldn't punch everyone's teeth out.

From the corner of her eyes, she saw his jaw clenching, and sighed.

"Thank you so much for attending, my lord. Have a pleasant ride home and good night." Y/n mumbled, offering one of her most pleasant smiles as she tugged her husband away, who followed grudgingly.

"I should have killed him right there."

Y/n reigned in her sigh, signalling to her guards that she was about to retire for the night. The four men peeled themself off from the dais wall behind Y/n- where they'd been stationed at while Y/n had been engaging in conversation- and took their positions around her, two in front, two at her back.

Xaden glanced at the, and Y/n could feel his hackles rising.

A sharp glance at him had him sighing, glaring back at her.

The moment they were out of the great hall, Y/n let go of his arm, flexing her sweaty palm, disgusted.

One of her guards from behind her, Hart, wordlessly handed her a napkin, and she nodded back at him as she took it, wiping her hand.

She could feel Xaden staring at her, so she turned her head to meet his eyes.

"I don't like being sweaty."

His eyebrows rose, but she turned away, handing the napkin back to Hart, watching as his awaiting hand retreated.

Rolling her neck, Y/n continued walking towards her room without looking, the route through the winding passages and hallways now as familiar to her as the back of her palm.

"Every time, I'm reminded why I hate dinners."

All of the four guards chuckled, the two she could still see in front of her, Alex and Paul, shaking their head.

Reaching up, Y/n fixed her tiara, brushing off the stray strands of hair in her face as the group turned a corner and the door to Y/n's chambers came into view.

She was ready for this day to be over.

Alex reached out as they got closer, pushing open the door and walking into the sitting chamber that led into the different rooms. As soon as Paul and Alex stepped foot inside, they peeled away, waiting as they held open the doors for Y/n and Xaden, who walked straight towards the door on the opposite wall that led to Y/n's bedchambers.

Xaden seemed intrigued by the way he kept glancing at Y/n, her guards and around the chambers. Y/n though, she paid him no mind, as she came to a halt in front of the doors, patiently waiting as Hart reached forward to open the doors. Y/n smiled a little at all her guards, even Paul and Alex, who watched from the open doorway before walking back out into the hallway.

"Princess?"

Y/n paused when Hart called out, about to shut the door behind her.

"Yes?"

He shared a look with Floyd, who smirked. "Do you want us to leave our post for the night? You know," He shot a meaningful look towards a stoic Xaden, grinning. "give you some privacy?"

Usually, Y/n a very friendly relation with her guards and maids, but this was not something she found funny as she stared Hart and Floyd down until the two of them started shuffling awkwardly.

Then she turned away, throwing a Good night over her shoulder.

She walked over to her vanity, doing her best to ignore her bed, because she knew the moment she looked at the plush pillows and blankets, she would ditch the idea of getting undressed.

Through the mirror, Y/n could see Xaden taking in the room, his eyebrows high.

She knew stupid words were going to come out of that soft mouth, so she spoke before he could.

"You can take the floor. Or you can sleep on the bd, next to me. But no touching."

He blinked, a scowl taking over his face as he turned to her. "You think you can order me around? Just because you are a princess does not mean you're above everyone-"

"I am, actually."

He stilled. "What?"

Having finished removing the accessories the maids put into her hair, Y/n turned to meet his eyes. "My father rules over this kingdom. What makes you think I'm not above everyone?"

Usually, Y/n hated thinking about it, let alone speaking of her high rank, but this man was truly getting on her nerves with his handsome face and an equally ugly personality.

His eyes hardened. "Are all the royals this arrogant or are you a rare breed?"

Y/n was known to be one of the calmest people in the whole of the palace and the healers quadrant, but she would have to forfeit that title if he kept his mouth open.

She took a couple of steps forward, walking till she was right in front of him.

"You listen here Riorson. This, is my chambers. You either listen to me, or you listen to my father. The choice is yours."

He glared back at her, opening his mouth to speak. But she didn't let him as she turned away, walking over to the door that led to her walk-in wardrobe.

"Get comfortable, Riorson. You might get anything you want outside of these palace walls, but tonight, you stay here."

"And what if I don't?"

Y/n turned to glance at him, giving him a once over.

"You will lose your head if my father's loses his temper. Its that simple."

Y/n could hear him curse her, and she smiled as she turned away, dismissing him.

She was too tired to care at the moment.

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[lazarus---rising]

sorry your boyfriend died in a barfight, on some nameless backwater asteroid . yeah, after countless lifetimes of carving through every sensation its possible to feel, he was stabbed clean through the heart, and this time, for some reason, it stuck. yeah and when he realized what happened, he laughed for the first time in a millennia . witnesses said that they've never before seen someone so viciously excited to die. sorry

sorry your partner died, drunk as a skunk at the very end of time. yeah they were cast forward by a freak accident, and they watched as the stars winked out, and then they lit a cigar, the last point of illumination in the universe, and dropped the match into the gasoline as a final fuck you.

sorry your girlfriend's research became monotonous and her observations dull, she decided to partake in one final experiment. yeah she took a fragment of the ship once known as aurora, and she casted herself into that black hole. yeah beyond the event horizon there, maybe to die, maybe to learn something new one last time.

sorry your boyfriend felt the end coming for a while . his aim wandered by nanometers and his explosions seemed somewhat... lacklustre. yeah and he returned to a planet that he'd been saving up for a very special occasion . yeah the one that built the largest gunship existence would ever see . and he went on a final rampage . stars shattered at the thunder of his guns until, at last, he crashed into a space station. yeah sorry he wasnt wearing his seatbelt.

sorry your girlfriend tried to retire, and spent her final centuries on a small library planet with those books that meant so much to her . yeah unfortunately, the library did what they are so prone to and burnt in a pointless war . and she fell launching an escape pod piled high with ancient texts that scholars said were actually... quite a dull read.

sorry your boyfriend always approached the concept of immortality with a little bit more skepticism than the rest of them, so his end came as less of a surprise. yeah one day, at something of a loose end, he decided to check on the octokittens . unfortunately, the purring horde hadnt been fed in ... many decades , and devoured him . head to toe . in 11.7 seconds . at least, by my watch.

sorry your boyfriend missed his first beat, he knew exactly what it meant . he considered briefly the fire and bloodshed on his compatriots , but in the end the only thing that felt right was to complete the cycle . and he casted himself into the void . yeah his body will float there forever, far beyond the warmth of any stars .

sorry your partner, of course, well... it was never real to begin with . and, when all its friends were finally gone, it decided to stop pretending.

[multific]

The Winner Takes It All

Aemond Targaryen x Princess!Reader

Summary: Aemond has won the war, and he claimed his prize. 

You knew your father has always longed for Alicent. It is what drove your mother to an early grave.

He always made sure to let you know that your mother could never compare to Alicent Hightower. He always made sure to tell you that you should have been her daughter.

You loved your mother.

She was a stunning woman. Clever, kind and patient.

Much like you.

But now, she was gone.

And not long after her death, your father's insanity reached its peak.

His obsession with the wife of Vicerys drove him to war. A war he couldn't win.

Upon hearing about Vicerys' health, your father thought it would be the best time to attack.

But your father was as blind as he was stupid.

After all who can win a war with men against dragons?

You heard how your father was slaughtered and eaten by a mighty beast.

And now, your future wasn't sure.

You stayed in the castle even after everyone fled. Leaving you behind, a princess without a family, and an empty castle.

You accepted your fate. 

And soon, your fate walked in.

Aemond Targaryen.

Riding the biggest dragon. Of course, his father would send him. 

You debated begging for your life. You debated jumping out the windows you debated running, but as your eyes met his, you froze.

You felt like a bunny caught in the sight of a wolf.

There was no escape. And you knew it. 

"I came to claim my prize. As the war ended, your Kingdom has lost." you nodded. "I came to claim my prize, and my prize shall be you." you looked up into his eye.

What did he mean by that? 

Before you could ask, he took a couple steps towards you, looking you up and down.

"I won the war, I killed your father and now I will take you as my wife. You will be the proof for everyone of just how capable I am as a warrior." you nodded once more. Marry him or die. You rather marry him, even if he would turn out to be a cruel husband, you weren't ready for death. "Are you mute?"

"My father got what he deserved. You won. Do as you please." you ended up saying and you were a little surprised you didn't cry.

Aemond stayed in your empty castle.

He was mainly watching you whatever you did. He was convinced you might try and kill him.

Every day, he remembered what happened.

+++++++

"King Y/L/N started this war to get your mother. His jealousy had clouded his judgement as he sent his first army and now, we need to put an end to this. Aemond, you have the biggest dragon, you shall go and come back victorious from this war. If you win, my son, you can take whatever riches lie in that castle."

Aemond couldn't care for riches, but the castle intrigued him enough to fly over there.

He found an empty city and an empty castle.

Cowards. Running from their homes upon the news of a dragon approaching.

However, he didn't expect to find a young woman in the castle.

The princess. The only one remaining.

'She shall be my prize.' Aemond thought to himself. 

+++++

And what a prize you were.

You were beautiful and gentle. Aemond watched you move around, he was suspicious of you and with his sword always ready, he watched you closely.

But you never did anything.

He often found you in the kitchen. Cooking what was left when the servants fled.

You even made a bowl for Aemond. He thought it would be possible for you to poison him. But it wouldn't make sense.

You had time to run with the other people, yet you are here.

You didn't wish to die.

And the food was not poisoned. He switched your plates when you stood to grab the wine.

You were confused why didn't he just chain you to a carriage and brought you back to his home.

Aemond was confusing to you.

Every night, you retired in your chambers, locking the door. Yet he did nothing. 

Never even touched you.

Could he be toying with you? Perhaps. 

You never met a dragon before, but to you it would make sense that they would play with their prey before devouring them.

And that is exactly what you were, a prey. And him, the dragon. 

"Why don't you just kill me?" you asked one morning as Aemond was sitting by the table across form you. "My father tried to take your mother because of his obsession. I must mean nothing to you, why not kill me then? Or just make me leave so you can have my father's throne and castle."

"Your father's throne is not the one I long for. You are the proof of my victory, I plan on going home with you by my side and show everyone that even with one eye, I am capable. More capable than my brother will ever be."

His words were honest. He didn't even blink.

You really were a trophy, nothing more. 

"Then why marry me? You said you want me to wed you."

"I rather marry you than a brat. My mother has been looking for a wife lately, little did she know I knew about it all along. You are mine, I won you, you will make a good wife."

"I wish not to marry a man I do not love."

"Love? Are you blinded by stories of love and affection?"

"I am not blind, if anything I see beyond titles and war. Love is beautiful."

"You don't know love, neither do I. One does not need love to survive."

"Of course we do. We know love, you love your mother right? As much as I did mine. Sure it is a different love than a man and woman, but it is love."

"You read too many stories of love."

"I might have," you looked at your hands before looking back up at him. "I wish to love my husband. If that is after marriage then so be it. I will not live a life like my mother did. Filled with misery and pain."

"You don't have to live a life like that. One day, I'll be king and you can be my queen."

"I do not care for titles. You could be a farmer for all I care." he wanted to laugh, but instead he just smiled. 

"Let us return to King's Landing today. I will show you the castle and tell my mother the news of our marriage."

"Today? But the ride is usually a week."

"We fly, My Princess." your eyes widened as he smirked.

---

Flying on Vhagar was scarier than death.

The beast was huge and Aemond had to talk to her so she would agree for you to sit on her.

Or at least that is what you assumed.

However, you didn't miss the way the prince stood in front of you, almost in a protective manner as the dragon saw you and became agitated. 

But soon she listened.

Flying was... something else. You felt so free even in your situation. You barely dared to move as Aemond sat behind you.

But you tried an enjoy every second of this freedom.

---

Arriving to Red Keep was exactly as you imagined.

Aemond quickly walked you to his chambers and locked you inside.

Little did he know he didn't need to lock the doors.

He mumbled something about needing to speak with his parents.

And off he went.

You just stood there for a couple minutes before you started to look around. 

Then the door suddenly opened, making you jump as Aemond walked in.

"I shall claim you as my wife the day after tomorrow. Your room is being prepared as we speak. Come, meet my family."

A trophy is how you were treated. 

You could see everyone's expression.

It was clear, they thought you didn't belong. 

His brother and sister didn't even acknowledge you. 

Just what kind of a life will you be living here?

---

You had been wed to Aemond for the past year.

During which you learned a lot about his family and him. His brother, Aegon, liked to drink. And while drinking, he liked to talk. 

He had told you many stories about his brother, about what happened with his eye and nephews. Aegon knew Aemond never got over the loss and that he was incredibly jealous.

The two brothers wished for the other's life.

Aemond wished for the throne and to rule, while Aegon wished for the freedom and love Aemond is given. Aegon also wished to have you as a wife instead of his sister.

Aegon loved to talk with you, because you listened and you remembered.

Your marriage with Aemond was purely for show, you two didn't even stay in the same chambers after your wedding night. You were only a prize to him, and he preferred to ignore you.

But you were a faithful wife. Never once letting another man touch you. You believed in the sacred unity of marriage.

But you were slowly going crazy.

Everyone was ignoring you, even the servants. No one even looked at you.

One day you found yourself wandering around the castle, without a destination in mind, you ended up sitting under a tree, enjoying the light breeze and weather. 

You never wished to end up like your mother. While your father yelled at her and often hit her, you were ignored and never spoken to. The best you could get was a nod from the servants when you asked for something. 

You felt miserable.

You took a deep breath. You didn't even hear someone approaching.

"I never knew how to be a husband." his voice startled you as you opened your eyes and looked at Aemond. "I never had a good role model to follow regarding marriage. I had my grandfather and ancestors to look at when thinking about becoming a warrior but never about becoming a husband. Forgive me to make you suffer for the last year. Forgive me for forcing you into a sad marriage." he just stood there not far from you, with no one around he spoke so freely.

"What can I do for you, My Prince?"

"I wish for you to join my chambers tonight."

You scoffed then laughed.

"I assumed you talking to me had something to do with either your mother or father. They wish for you to have an heir, am I correct?"

"My parents' wishes are the same as mine. I wish for a child."

"Oh, okay, so now I'm some sort of a breeding horse as well? I will not give birth to a child who would live their life without love and care. I know what would happen Aemond. I would give you a babe and then you would take them from me."

"You think this lowly of me?"

"You never gave me a reason to think otherwise. The only person who speaks to me is your brother when he is drunk. No one else."

"It was my request for them not to."

"Of course it was. I will not join your chambers, I will not give you an heir and if you kill me for it, so be it. My life is not really mine, so what is the point."

"You are free to do as you please." his voice, so emotionless.

"I am. But what is it worth if I have no one?"

"You could have a child."

"A child who will grow into this family, you and your mother would put so much pressure on them, the kid would go insane by the time they start walking. Why do you think Aegon is the way he is? You think too highly of your mother."

"Do not talk about my mother like that." he raised his voice a little.

"You don't let me die, you won't let me live. But I can tell you, unless you bound me to your bed I will not lay with you."

"It is not my desire to force you."

"I see the Prince every day. During breakfast, lunch and dinner. I see the Prince whenever we have guests, but I never see Aemond. I never see you, I do not know who you are."

Aemond looked at you shocked.

"You put this wall around you, and never let anyone close. Do you think you would be able to love your own child if I gave you one?"

"You are talking nonsense. You spend your time reading about love which doesn't exist."

"I read the books because at least then I do not feel as miserable as I am during the rest of the day." Aemond watched as you slowly got up. "I know I would have been able to love you. I know you would have been able to do the same, but you don't see beyond titles. You only see what you want to have not what you already have." you slowly started to walk away from him.

After a couple of steps, you felt his hand grab your wrist, not too tight, just enough to stop you.

"Father wishes for me to have a child. He said you have to get pregnant. And if you are not by the next moon... he will find me a new wife. I do not wish for another wife."

"Then treat me as your wife. That would be a start. Talk to me, and not just about what your father wishes, but also what you wish for. I shall do the same." you saw it in his eye, something was there, something you couldn't quite point out.

It was fear and longing, but you didn't know.

Aemond watched as you walked back into the castle.

Oh, how he wished to be a good husband. How he wished he wouldn't be such a failure and have you for real. But he was scared and insecure.

The loss of his eye haunted him every day. 

Why would a beautiful Goddess such as yourself want a one-eyed monster like him?

When his father told him that he needs to have a child, deep down he was delighted. He finally had a reason to be close to you and a child would make everything perfect. 

How he longed for a daughter with you.

But the emotions inside him confused him more than they should have. He felt something towards you, but he couldn't even talk to his mother about these feelings.

After dinner, he found Aegon babbling on about his dragon Sunfyre to you as you just sat there listening. Aegon was clearly tipsy as he spoke, but you kept your distance from him as you listened.

"Can I have a word with my wife?"

"You already have enough of her, brother, let me talk to her." Aegon argued as he took a sip. "Oh wait, you don't even stay in the same sleeping chambers. Never mind then, maybe she would like to join mine?" Aegon turned to you with a smirk and you had enough.

"I'll be in my room." you said before walking away. Knowing very well the two brother's temper. 

Aemond followed you, you opened the door, knowing he would follow you in. He closed the door behind you two.

"What do you want Aemond?"

"I just wish to talk with you."

"You or your father wishes for us to have a conversation?"

"Me. As I have said, I never had a good role model on how to be a husband. How to care for a wife. While my mother loves me and cares for me deeply, after the loss of my eye, I just fell apart. Seeing you there, I knew I had to have you. You are so broken, yet you pretend to be alright. Much like me. Even if our reason for the pain is different, we feel the same sorrow." 

"You want our marriage to be held together by pain?"

"No. I want it to work and build on healing from our pain. I foolishly thought a child could be the start of our life. But I do agree with you, bringing a child into this mess wouldn't be my desire. I would not let anyone take a babe from you. Ever. Not even my mother. I do see my brother's pain, and I wish not for my own child to go through the same."

"You would let me feed them, bathe them and wake up to help them in the middle of the night?"

"We have servants who would do those tasks."

"That wasn't my question. I-I was raised by my mother alone. Father denied any help from her. While she was in pain from it, I believe it helped me as I grew older. I would be a good mother, I believe you would be a good father but Aemond... I don't think that Prince Aemond would be a good father. I deeply feared after our wedding night, I would be with child. Thankfully I wasn't but all I could see is I would either turn into a miserable woman with a child who is ignored by their father or I wouldn't see my own babe as they would be taken from me. I am nothing but a prize, a trophy of your win."

"You are a Princess."

"Again, with the titles."

"You are my wife."

"That's a bit better but Aemond, I would love to love you. Not the Prince that you are, not the Dragon rider, but you. I sometimes hear you, in your room, groaning in pain. I always wish to go inside and help ease your pain but I never could. I would assume it is your eye that is bothering you."

"I hear you as well. Crying yourself to sleep." Aemond confessed as you let out a sigh. "Crying due to the pain I caused. I know about your father, about his cruelty and obsession. How he destroyed his wife and his own child due to his jealousy towards my father. Back then I didn't know why but now I know. Hearing stories of the hurt princess I wanted to help. And then when we met, I was surprised that it is not a princess I saw but rather a woman. Broken but proud. I wished for that woman to be my wife. I wish for you to prove me wrong." you looked at him, confused. "I said you dream of a love that doesn't exist. I wish for you to prove me wrong. I'll do what you say, I won't question you. I don't want our marriage to be remembered as a cold one. I wish for you to prove my entire family wrong. I wish for us to prove every king and queen, every council wrong. I want us to show them that love can exist between us."

"Do you truly want that?" he closed in, cupping your cheeks as he looked into your eyes, not moving any closer as he whispered.

"With everything I have." you moved your hand up a little placing it on his hand which was holding your cheek. "I want you to love me the way I love you. I want you to be there when the loss of my eye is causing me pain. I want you to be there when I arrive back. I want you to speak and laugh with me as you do with my brother. I want you to never cry again, not from pain, pain that I have caused. Princess, Wife, My Love, Y/N you are my everything."

"Aemond, I believe it can work if we are honest with each other. If we open up as man and woman. As wife and husband. Not as Prince Targaryen and Princess. I know we can. I see the passion in you, I feel the same but I need to know, Aemond. Is this because of your father?"

Aemond closed his eyes as he bit his lips.

"You do not believe me?"

"I need to know if I am being fooled."

"No. You aren't." he looked into your eyes as he said that and you saw truth in them, honesty, longing and hope.

"Then I shall be a good wife to my husband. But I won't force the Gods to give us a child, not for now. I do not feel ready now." you felt a bit confused, this was all so sudden, you needed time.

"I will wait as long as you need me to. I shall thank you for the opportunity. You will not be disappointed. I will prove it to you." placed his forehead on yours. You closed your eyes as you took a deep breath. "We will take this slow. You and I."

"We can do it."

Neither of you knew what a good marriage was like, but for now, you both knew it was enough to start off slowly. To grow and learn together.

The winner really did take it all.

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Burn Yourself Out

Happy Mountain March to those who celebrate, but especially to @hypnoneghoul

Third installment of this and this

Read here or on Ao3

Word Count: 2693

Tags: mean Mountain, blood, Mounty has complicated emotions, tiny bit of objectification if you squint

Summary: Mountain has a different reaction to the video from Sunshine and Aether. Swiss is there to help

Mountain stands and storms off to the bunks, growl low in his throat. Swiss’ eyes follow. 

“Come on Mounty don’t you wanna see the rest?” 

Mountain pauses in the doorway of the bunks. He slowly turns his head, throwing a look at Swiss. There’s an intensity in his green eyes that’s hardly ever seen. He disappears. Once he’s gone from view he slumps against the nearest bed, fighting to keep his glamour up. 

“You’re so fucked when we get to the hotel” he hears Cumulus laugh. 

Logically he knows it’s only one sleep and a flight that separates him from seeing Aether and Sunshine again but after seeing that no logical part of his brain is working. He was tired. He was pissed. He was hard. He couldn’t believe Aether would go along with something that was obviously a Sunshine plan. He couldn’t believe this is really what Aether thought was a good idea. 

Maybe he could though. Aether was just as filthy as the rest of them, he just had more patience. Mountain couldn’t fucking stand it. 

He was always said to be as immovable as his namesake, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Sure it took him awhile to get there, but oh when he did he was deadly and this had been building for months. Everyone seemed to forget Mountain knew Aether just as long as Dew, including Aether himself. Of course it was slightly different since the two were mated, but Mountain watched Aether get pulled from the Pits. Mountain was there when Aether made himself sick during Dew’s transition. Mountain was always there. 

Maybe it was his fault. Maybe if he had screamed and cried like Dew then Aether would’ve noticed the betrayal Mountain felt when he announced his retirement. Maybe if Mountain had appeared in his room the night before tour, sobbing and pleading it would be different. Instead Mountain had to comfort Dew. He had to watch as the two star crossed lovers ruined their sleep schedules to talk on the phone every night while Mountain was left in the dust. 

So when Mountain's name cracked through the phone speaker, falling so softly from Aether’s lips he couldn’t take it. He hated how hard it got him. He wanted to be pissed at Aether, wanted for once in his infernal life to not be the strong one, yet his body betrayed him. Now he wanted nothing more than to have Aether under him, writhing and begging him to stop. He closed his eyes and he could practically hear it. 

‘S too much Mount fuck…

If Aether forgot that Mountain missed him too, then he’d simply have to remind him. Part of him felt guilty for this, knowing everything Dew has been through but a more primal part of him couldn’t care less. For once he wanted his packmate all to himself. Greed was a sin Mountain rarely indulged in. 

He’s pulled from his thoughts when he hears Copia’s voice ring out.

“My ghouls we’ve arrived at the…” 

He was so distracted he hadn’t even noticed the bus had stopped moving. He growls, rubbing at his eyes with the heel of his palms as he forces his glamour back into place. His head snaps up when he hears someone approaching. 

“Hey Mount we’re at the…” the words die on Swiss’ tongue when he sees the state of the earth ghoul. 

Mountain has no idea what he looks like, but he knows it must be rough by the way Swiss immediately drops to kneel between his legs. Mountain can’t seem to find the strength to slap on a neutral expression. 

“What’s wrong clover?” 

Curse Swiss and his caring nature. Even when he’s so aroused Mountain can taste it on the air, he still has to care. Care is not what he needs right. What he needs is an outlet before he either disappears into the wild or finds a way to get his hands on Aether from a different continent. Or worse, get his hands on Dew. Dew is the last person he wants to be alone with right now. He would never intentionally hurt him, but with his patience crumbling he’s not sure what would come out of his mouth. Not sure what he’d do to him. 

Mountain regards Swiss for a moment. His Swiss. His eager, pliant, caring Swiss. He knows Swiss would do anything for him almost to a fault. He knows Swiss can take anything. He’s listened in on Swiss’ nights with the girls enough times. He knows he could break Swiss and the multi ghoul would just look at him and thank him. Mountain could just grab him by the throat and go whatever he wants. 

So he does. 

Mountain wraps his hand around his neck, squeezing slightly. Swiss lets out an involuntary groan, tilting his head back to look up at Mountain. 

“You’re mine to use tonight. However I want.” 

Swiss nods the best he can, a small grin pulling at his mouth “However you want baby.” 

Mountain throws him back so he can stand. Swiss lands on his back, staring up at his earth ghoul as he quickly stuffs some things into a bag for the night. When Mountain’s finished he yanks Swiss off the floor by the collar of his shirt, practically dragging him along as he leaves the bunk area. 

“Wait clover I need to grab my stuff.” 

“No. You don’t.” 

Mountain hauls him through the lounge and out of the bus. Swiss notices Dew and Rain make eye contact and nod as the fire ghoul and Phantom walk with hands intertwined. He briefly wonders who’s gonna have it worse, him or Phantom, before Mountain roughly yanks him out the door. Probably him. 

Once everyone is gathered in the lobby Copia returns with the keycards. He tries to give them to Mountain to dish out, but the moment he sees the look in his eyes he immediately turns to Cirrus. She keeps one for herself, not even giving the other ghoulettes the chance to discuss placement. She smirks at Aurora causing her to blush violently. Cumulus hits her on the arm mumbling a ‘play nice’. Mountain takes his key and grabs Swiss’ wrist, dragging him to the elevator with little resistance. Swiss is both concerned and incredibly turned on by this shift in Mountain’s attitude. 

When Dew and Phantom weasel their way into the elevator alongside them Mountain fights everything in him to not acknowledge the two. Swiss bounces from one foot to the other as it rises, trying to anticipate what Mountain is going to do to him. Phantom shoots Mountain a curious glance. For a brief moment Mountain feels guilt for letting the little new summon see him like this, but the moment the door opens it dissipates. He pushes past the two smaller ghouls, Swiss in tow. Dew stays hot on their heels forcing Phantom to speed up to stay together. 

They get to the end of the hallway and stop. Their rooms are right across from each other. Phantom stares at the way Mountain opens the door and shoves Swiss inside. The door barely has time to close before Mountain roughly shoves Swiss into it. His glamour melts instantly as he crashes his lips into the multi ghoul’s.

 It’s immediately vicious. Mountain bites his lip, shoving his tongue down his throat when he gasps at the feeling of fang breaking skin. Swiss tries to thread his fingers through Mountain’s hair, but the moment he moves he’s grabbing his wrists and pinning them to the door. He hisses against Mountain’s lips when he feels his claws digging into his skin. Mountain sucks Swiss’ lip into his mouth, greedily drinking down the blood until it stops flowing. 

Mountain drops his wrists and pulls back. His eyes rake over Swiss and groans at the sight. His lips are shiny and kiss swollen, there’s a mix of drool and blood dribbling down his chin,  his eyes are half lidded and hazy already. 

“Strip” Mountain’s voice rumbles low, eyes narrowing. 

Swiss scrambles to comply, ripping his muscle tee and sweatpants off as fast as he physically can. 

“What now big guy?” He grins, unable to help the teasing tilt to his voice. 

Mountain grabs him by the horn and pulls him to the bed. He throws Swiss back onto it before ripping his own clothes off and crawling between his legs. He presses a hand to his chest, holding him down. He presses bruising kisses along his jaw and down his neck, adding more pressure to Swiss’ chest when he starts to twitch and writhe beneath him. 

“Sit still” Mountain growls before biting at his neck. 

Swiss’ wince turns into a moan when Mountain drags his tongue up the little line of blood to suck at the wound. He savors the electrifying taste of his multi ghoul, letting it wash down his throat to calm the quake in his head. He presses more of his body onto Swiss, breathing heavily through his nose when he feels his dick pressing against his stomach. He closed his eyes as he wrapped his massive hand around Swiss’ cock, giving it a squeeze before stroking. 

“Mountain” Swiss huffed, hips fruitlessly twitching under the weight of the earth ghoul. 

He knew it was his multi ghoul under him, but in that moment all he heard was Aether. All he could hear and see was that fucking video. He felt the last of his patience, the last of his control, split. He needed his brain to be turned off. To hell with getting banned from another hotel. 

Mountain was usually so careful, never fucking the way he wanted. He never wanted to hurt anyone even if they asked for it, even if they insisted they could take it. Aether was the only one he had ever tested those waters with. It’s amazing what a little bit of quintessence can do to the body and mind.

But Aether wasn’t here.

Aether.

Mountain couldn’t hear Swiss’ pleas over the sound of Aether’s breathy call of his name. Mountain couldn’t see the way Swiss was shaking through the hazy memory of the clip of Sunny fucking into Aether.

Mountain pulls away from Swiss’ neck, a dribble of blood adorning his mouth. He flips him over with ease, like repositioning a toy rather than a living being. He growls low in his throat as he positions the head of his cock at Swiss’ waiting hole.

“Wait wait wait you know I love your dick as much as the next ghoul but Mounty I think you’re forgetting something” Swiss stammers “lube Mounty. Lube.” 

Mountain doesn’t respond. He starts to push the tip in.

“Mount I’m serious. We have a 12 hour flight tomorrow. I kinda need my ass in one piece.”

The only warning Swiss gets before Mountain shoves his cock into him is a low growl of “You’re taking it” followed by the feeling of spit hitting his asshole. Swiss is coherent enough to will his quintessence to the surface before Mountain snaps his hips forward, burying himself inside. 

It’s not enough though. Swiss screams, unglamoured claws tearing through the hotel sheets at the painful stretch. Mountain is gracious enough to give him a moment to adjust before pulling back out. He roughly pulls Swiss’ hips up with one hand, shoving his face into the pillows with the other before slamming back into him. He sets a fast, rhythmic pace, one he’s only ever been able to chase with toys. 

Swiss is limp underneath him. He’s trying to focus more quint into his body, trying to focus on the feeling of Mountain’s cock hitting his prostate rather than the burn of his hole. He can’t do anything but lay there and take it with tears streaming down his face. He’s barely aware of the taste of blood coating his tongue from where the wound on his lip reopened. It’s moments like these he wishes he paid more attention when he was being taught about his different elements, maybe then he’d be able to produce his own slick like a full fledged water ghoul. 

Swiss’ prayers are slowly answered though, the amount of pre dribbling out of Mountain’s cock starts to coat both of them. The burning starts to fade and Swiss finally feels like he’s coming back into his body. He can hear Mountain grunting over his own whimpers. 

Mountain falls to his forearms, draping himself on Swiss’ back. He buries his face into his necks breathing in his mixed elemental scent. Swiss can feel him drooling against his skin as his thrusts turn into a grind. He’s not even pulling out anymore, resolute to keep his cock as deep as he can inside of him. Every movement from him forces the air from Swiss’ lungs. He feels like he can’t breathe with Mountain’s whole weight pressing him into the mattress but he couldn’t care less. The feeling of Mountain taking what he needs the way he needs it is too good. 

“Mount…” Swiss whines. 

“Take it. Take all of me. 

“Gonna cum.” 

“Then fucking cum I don’t care” he bites his shoulder, grinding deeper. 

Swiss moans and shutters as his orgasm hits him, wet warmth coating the sheets and his belly. Mountain grunts feeling Swiss clench around him. He tries to hold off, tries to hold everything in, but he can’t. Not with Swiss pulsing, trying to buck back against him and panting his name. He pushes in as deep as he possibly can and spills, hips twitching with every wave that washes over him. 

He goes boneless on top of Swiss, panting heavily trying to catch his breath. He stays buried in Swiss until his cock softens and slips out, dribbles of cum following. After a moment of silence Swiss makes a noise. 

“Mount I love you but I can’t breathe.”

Mountain rolls off of him with a groan. Swiss turns his head to look at him with a loopy grin. 

“Feel better now, clover?” 

Mountain doesn’t say anything as he stands, crossing to the other side of the bed and scooping Swiss up. He hisses, aches taking over his entire body. Mountain already has the feeling they won’t be invited back to this hotel so he decides running up the hot water isn’t a concern. Mountain leans against the wall of the shower, holding Swiss while the water sprays them. Swiss is practically asleep in his arms by the time he turns the water off. Mountain dries both of them, carrying Swiss back to bed. He doesn’t bother with getting dressed. 

They lay in silence, Mountain rubbing Swiss’ back and pressing soft kisses between his horns. 

Mountain coughs “thank you.” 

“Huh?” Swiss looks at him with sleepy eyes. 

“Thank you for letting me get that out of my system.” 

“Fuck Mounty I’d let you rip my throat out if that’s what you wanted. You don’t have to thank me love. Plus it was really fucking hot.” 

Mountain blushes and shrugs, burying his face in Swiss’ hair. 

Swiss yawns “But promise me one thing.” 

“Anything.” 

“You’re telling me what the fuck got into you tomorrow. I don’t wanna have my favorite flower wilting.” 

Mountain chuffs low in his chest “Alright. Fair is fair. Get some sleep spark.” 

Swiss is out before Mountain can even finish his sentence. He pulls the covers up over them, repositioning Swiss so his nose is buried in his neck. Mountain holds him close, slowly drifting off. 

Until his phone pings. 

He sighs, using his tail to grab it off the nightstand. He’s prepared to see a text from Copia telling them they need to leave. What he’s not prepared for is a text from Cirrus in the groupchat with a photo of Aurora attached. He contemplates opening for a moment but ultimately decides he does not have the brain space for ghoulette shenanigans right now. He puts his back and down and closes his eyes, pretending to be blissfully unaware of the sound of whimpers from the next room. 

Well, at least he wouldn’t be the only reason they’re getting banned. 

[pookacangetit]

Double Trouble [SAGAU Imposter Edition]

Aka the- I got tired of the angst that is imposter au and present to you a more positive, chaotic approach- edition. Featuring you and your doppelgänger tricking everyone into believing you're not the Creator by pretending to be a body double.

MASTERLIST

After being unwillingly transported into Genshin Impact, you bumped into someone who... looks exactly just like you??

There's a brief moment of shock (and anger because your doppelgänger was the shoot first ask questions later type of person) before you two decided to settle down to answer each other's questions.

The two of you didn't like the answers though.

"... so in your world, Tevyat and everyone in it is part of a game." Your doppelgänger summarised, "But here in Tevyat, you're known as the adored and worshipped Creator who ascends above Celestia."

"But I don't want to be this 'Creator' person." You pointed out, "And it seems unfair to appear out of nowhere and steal your life from you since you're the-"

"A puppet? An imposter?" Your doppelgänger scoffed, "It's literally in my job description, pretend to be you until you return."

"Hey, you have your life and relationships here and I got ripped away from mine." You snapped back, "And I was going to say that since you're known as the all-powerful Creator, can't you send me back home?"

"... about that..."

Long story short, you're stuck in Tevyat for an indefinite amount of time.

The train of bad news got longer when your doppelgänger decided to fill you in on how much the Creator of Tevyat was... worshipped and adored.

To sum it up, you're stuck in a world where you bearing the face and name of the Creator is an instant execution.

"... how in the absolute fuck did you gain a harem of yanderes." You whispered, horrified and terrified for your life.

Your doppelgänger merely shrugged in response, not quite understanding half of what you were saying but it sounded relatable enough after recounting some memorable details of their faithful acolytes.

But seriously? Making the Creator's name a taboo to be used for children; having shrines, statues, and festivals held by the Archons dedicated to the Creator; the stalkerish worship and overprotectiveness of every. single. acolyte. to the point your doppelgänger resorted to running away for a breather.

It's a literal hell on earth for an introvert like you.

"I will die when they assume I'm your imposter." You announced, finally gathering your thoughts together, "But you will die if they find out you're the imposter."

Your doppelgänger nodded, a look of dread on their face that you can't bear to look at.

"... but, that is only if they find out the truth." You started, forming an idea that sounded so impossible, so outlandish, that it might actually work if you guys think it through.

Your doppelgänger flinched at the maniac stare you sent to them, "How well do you know about the history of the two Electro Archons?"

And thus, the body double story was created by two desperate individuals.

Your doppelgänger had created you, their body double/twin, in both image and name to split the work of the Creator as they were growing tired and numb after centuries.

You would travel around Tevyat secretly to help your doppelgänger in international relations while hiding the true reason: to find your way home. Your doppelgänger, on the other hand, will have more time for their adoring harem and have the opportunity to relax and have fun.

Safe to say, the adoring acolytes fell for the story after your doppelgänger mentioned 'more free time with them'.

"Oh dear Creator, you could've told us of your burdens instead of resorting to this." While you appreciated not being objectified, you preferred being alive more as Zhongli glared holes into your back.

Your doppelgänger gave him a shy smile, "I wouldn't wish to burden you like this, Zhongli, you deserve your retirement. Plus, having my sibling around would be more fun." They chirped.

Someone in the background choked.

If possible, Ei's eyebrows rose higher, "Your... sibling?"

Your doppelgänger -god you need a name for them- nodded excitedly, causing a few coos from the weaker acolytes at their adorableness, "My sibling! I created them from my flesh and blood so they're like my twin in some sense, isn't that right dear sibling~"

You flashed them a smile and a thumbs-up, pretending that the suspicious glares aimed at you were pratically non-existence while wondering when can you escape this place to travel this brand new world you're in.

Doppelgänger: prepare for trouble!

You: and make it double!

Doppelgänger: to protect the world from devastation!

You: to unite all peoples within our nation!

Doppelgänger: to denounce all evils of truth and love!

You: to extend our reach to the stars above!

Doppelgänger/You: (Y/N)!!

Doppelgänger: Team Creator blasts off at the speed of light!

You: Surrender now or prepare to fight!

Traveler: ... I would appreciate the slogan more if this weren't the eighteenth time you two barged in

[strawberryacailemonade]

RadioApple Prompt

Alastor is a sucker for old things and refuses to embrace the modern even in the way of speaking and having Lucifer as his walking translator

If someone told the King of Hell that he and the infamous Radio Demon would be in a relationship, he would have laughed out his ass and then proceeded to eviscerate them. But fate is extraordinary,  They find each other enigmatic which compels them to unveil each other’s mystery, and slowly they learn, understand and develop feelings. So now, they love and would die for each other.

Lucifer love Alastor, he does but sometimes he wants to smack that redhead by the extent of understanding he contributes to this relationship

By understanding, the thing is Alastor’s voice and the way he spoke. As expected of him being a radio host, the deer has his way with words but the downside is his reluctance and refusal to entertain modern stuff which affects the way he speaks, he refuses to use modern language except for the occasional ‘Fuck you’s’ and leaning more to the old English, full of poetic and subtlety — he believe it has ‘more class’—  this gave others having a hard time comprehending the deer demon sometimes, lucky for The Devil— being the same age as the Earth helps him understand languages even the most fucking long and poetic response.

Committing to this relationship means you have to interpret what your partner says.

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“How about you Al?” Charlie asked looking at his two dads, specifically the taller one

Alastor smiled at her “The gravity of your proposition, yet, it is one that my conscience cannot, in good faith, endorse. In truth, I cannot acquiesce to thy request, for it would lead us down a path fraught with shadows and sorrows. Hmm, I must, my heart heavy with the weight of inevitability, respectfully, but firmly, decline. For to yield to thy supplication would be to court chaos and upheaval, disrupting the delicate equilibrium of our lives. May the passage of time grant us the clarity to discern the wisdom of my decision, and as our paths inevitably diverge, let us find solace in the knowledge that mine was guided by the hand of prudence and virtue.”

“o-okaaayyy…??” dumbfounded, the princess looked at his other dad asking for clarity

“He means ’No’, he does not want sugar in his coffee”  the king replied 

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While the couple was strolling around, they came across the TV overlord. Not wanting to waste the opportunity, Vox approached the Radio demon and started to ridicule him. Lucifer can see that his partner has no patience for the walking monitor. 

Al cut off Vox’s monologue "Kindly withdraw from my presence and my partner’s, for your unwelcome intrusion disrupts the tranquillity of this esteemed gathering. Perhaps, indulge in a solitary stroll in yonder direction or retire to the solace of your chamber, where your company may be better suited. I trust you will understand the propriety of such a request and act accordingly. It is my unsincere hope that you may find a more fitting environment elsewhere, one better suited to your particular inclinations and proclivities, for here, your presence is as delightful as a rat in a granary." after that Alastor proceeds to walk away

After such words, the silence was deafening. Lucifer, who stayed watched as the Overlord tried to comprehend what Alastor said. He finds it fascinating as colours and codes appear on his screen—or face… whatever that is.... 

Getting bored at the display, Lucifer answered  “He told you to 'f*ck off' ”, he then proceed to follow his Bambi not waiting for the TV’s reaction

——————————————————————————————————

"Your query strikes a resonant chord within the chambers of my intellect. A multitude of affirmations dance upon the delicate threads of my consciousness, each whispering their assent in the hushed tones of a reverent confession. 

Does a bird seek refuge in a chimney pot?

Does a street urchin covet a crust of bread? 

Does the moon wax and wane in the night sky 

Thus, my dear fellow, with a measured breath and a reverent nod, as surely as the sun rises in the east, my answer is unequivocal.”

“........”

“ you could have just simply said ‘Yes’ instead of making me kneel here for fucking 33 seconds waiting for your answer”

“well… I love seeing you suffer”

The King stands and reaches out for the demon’s hand to put on the ring.

——————————————————————————————————

“Darling..” Al whispered whilst taking Lucifer’s right hand and kissing his fingers, the two just finished consummating their marriage. Now, Lucifer has hickeys and bite marks adoring his body and a bruise in the shape of familiar hands forming around his hips. His body aches specifically on his nether regions. 

“hmmm….??” Lucifer responded 

"I cannot suppress the fervent affection that consumes my very being. My feelings for you transcend the boundaries of rationality, defying all sensible objections and societal expectations. I confess I have struggled in vain to quell this ardour, but it persists unabated. Every rational argument every prudent consideration, pales in comparison to the overwhelming force of my affinity for you. I cannot deny the truth of my emotions, and I beseech you, with all the fervour of my soul, to accept the love that I offer and consent to be mine. And so my dearest, I lay my heart bare before you, knowing full well the risks I undertake. But in matters of love, there can be no pretence, no artifice. You complete me with a depth and intensity that knows no bounds, and I pray that you may find it in your heart to return my affections."

The King was speechless, he felt his heart swell with joy and love, this was one of the times that Lucifer appreciated his now husband’s way of talking, the way Alastor said it gave more meaning and showed the demon’s inner thoughts.

Lucifer smiled, eyes full of affection “ I Love you too”

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Just saw this on the reels of @/englishenjoyed on Instagram, and thought it fits Alastor 

Re: I made a fic about this in AO3. Here

[bat-stuff]

Oddly specific Headcanons I have for Jon Kent

Jon is aged up to between 15-17, roughly in this area

Being a retired farm boy Jon has this midwestern/southern accent that only really appears when he's upset

For example, when he's really emotional about something he'll start slurring his words into "yall" or some other southern slang

Personally I headcanon he would call Lois "mama" instead of "mom" no matter what age he is

I have a hunch that he doesn't like to sweat. He doesn't mind getting dirty with farm work or any other type of down-in-the-mud thing, but the moment he starts to sweat a little too much he'll speed up whatever he's doing and will just be a little disgusted with the sticky feeling

This also goes along with him being a very clean boy

He gets annoyed fairly easily (Damian's kind of rubbed off on him) by rude/mean people

He doesn't tolerate bullies even a little bit

He has a tendency to throw/slam things when he's angry (sometimes people, we've all seen the panels where he throws Damian into walls)

That being said, he has great control of his super-strength, but he relieves tension by physical force

Lois offers him up to neighborhood girls to walk them home from school or some event

It's like "Here, have my son. Let him walk you home, dear. "

That being said, Jon is very much a Mama’s boy and if he thinks Lois wouldn't like someone he's probably not going to be associated with them

Wears jeans religiously and definitely hates sweatpants

Loves sweatshirts and big coats and shirts but loathes sweatpants

He feels naked and it just makes him uncomfy

He hates tight t-shirts and tanktops, he'd rather die than wear them

Somehow still tolerates his suit tho, he says it's "who I have to be for the people"

Because of Colin, has a bad habit of cussing at minor inconveniences

"Jesus christ goddammit, why is the toaster cord melted? Kon, this is the second time this week, man. Pull yourself the fuck together"

But when there's an actual situation that is deserving of colorful language he uses the most creative replacements

"Klarion took Damian hostage? That KFC finger licker is going to get blended!" Or something like this

If Damian uses a word he doesn't understand he'll just stare at him like a deer in headlights

Jon and Dami have this like twin telepathy ability to always know what the other wants and it pisses Colin and Billy off so much

They just look at each other and are like "yeah I know what you mean, I think that's going to be the best approach to the situation"

He gives me DECA vibes honestly. Or he'd be in speech and do Entertainment or Persuasive.

Definitely is in journalism for his parents' sake, even if it makes him die a little inside everytime someone asks him if he wants to be a journalist

Probably wants to go into biology or heath sciences