#my neice set me right

[asktheheirofslytherin]

Do you have a favorite cartoon? I personally like bluey the most although I think that bluey herself is not quite as good of a main character as bingo would be.

Alas, I do not watch cartoons, not have much knowledge of them. I grew up before televisions were commonplace, not that the orphanage would have provided one even if they were. I make a point to avoid children's media.

Wait...Bluey is female?

[jamespotterismydaddy]

The Manor

modern!aegon x neice!reader

A/N: this is based off a short little blurb i did the other day. just thought i'd make it into smth more

WARNINGS: SMUT!!, DUBCON!, incest, exhibitionism perhaps, pervy aegon

WORD COUNT: 1,468 words

There’s nothing you hate more than family gatherings. It’s a pity really because you know you would enjoy them if it wasn’t for one thing… your uncle. Aegon torments you endlessly. It started small when you were younger, tugging on your braids like a schoolboy. Now, it’s the way his touches linger. He gets more and more reckless with each graze… each grope. Your brothers could see, his mother could see if only they looked close enough.

It’s your grandfather’s birthday today, a summertime celebration that you resent because it means a whole weekend spent at the manor and Aegon loves nothing more than a tantalizing, off-limits girl in a sundress.

“You wouldn’t deny your favourite uncle a hug, would you?” He says with a smirk as you walk up the steps. Your step-grandmother is oblivious as she beckons you over.

“Family greets each other with hugs!” She encourages, pulling you into her soft embrace before pushing you into his.

Filthy arms snake around your waist and you hate how your body leans into his. You hate how good it feels when his hand slips up your dress to give your ass a sneaky squeeze, fingertips just barely grazing your clothed pussy. You try not to gasp as you push him away, glaring at him for his perversion.

“So good to see you, little niece.” He gives you a wolfish grin before letting you walk away, if only so he can watch you go.

~~~

You get into your bikini after unpacking, wanting to soak in that hot summer sun before it sets. You venture outside to the pool just to see that you’re the only one there as Daeron and Helaena are down by the beach and your dumbass brothers are probably napping after the long car ride. As for Aemond, who knows what he’s up to. You walk over to a sunchair and lay your towel on it as he sneaks up behind you. You feel the ties of your bikini top undo with one swift motion.

You whip around. “Aegon, you bastard!” You grab the sides of your top to keep yourself covered but that only gives him the chance to tug down your bottoms.

“Ohh someone’s keeping herself well groomed for me.” He muses as you pull them back up and shove him away.

“Keep your hands away from me, perv!”

“If you want my hands off then why did you shave your pussy bare for me?” He smirks, stalking closer to you as you back away.

“Who said it’s for you?” You snark back.

That comment pisses him off a bit and he grabs your arm to pull you back to him. “Yeah? Like you’re fucking someone.” He pushes his hand down the front of your bottoms. “Not when you’re this wet for me.”

“I hate you.” You squirm out of his hold but he still sends you off with a harsh smack on the ass as you storm away.

“Sure you do, sweetheart!”

You make your way to your room, locking your door and changing out of your bathing suit and into a short sundress so you aren’t lounging in swimwear.

Gods, maybe he’s right about you doing things for him. If you were so disgusted by his advances then you would probably want to drown yourself in clothing, rather than dress yourself in such a tiny garment. And more than anything, you wait around for him, eventually falling into a mid-day slumber.

You’re awoken by the feeling of gentle fingertips gliding up and down your navel before fluttering across your collarbones. When your eyes finally open, taking their time because of how groggy you feel, you’re greeted by the sight of him with a hand down his boxers as he strokes his cock, looking as divine as a fucking god. This is when you notice that the bust of your milkmaid dress has been untied to reveal your pert breasts. You say nothing as you flinch away like a spooked mare, only glaring at Aegon with ire in your eyes.

“You were so peaceful when you were sleeping and now you had to go ahead and ruin it.” He gazes at you with such lustful hunger.

“You like to prey on sleeping girls?”

“I like to prey on you.”

“I’ll scream.”

“Nobody’s home… and I like it when you put up a little fight.”

He gives you a little smirk before lunging at you. You slip off the bed but you’re not on the side of the room with the door so there’s nowhere to run. He backs you into a corner but just watches for a moment, wanting to make you antsy. His lack of action makes you take your chance and you try to bolt past him but he just grabs you around the waist. You swing around him slightly but his hold is firm. Both of his hands snake around your struggling body from behind, his left holding your upper torso all the way up to cup your right breast and his right sliding up your skirt.

“You’re fucking sick. I’m your niece.” You spit out at him.

“You’re just as sick as I am.”

You struggle in his grasp but that doesn’t stop him from getting a firm hold on your panties. He tugs on them and you whimper at the slight pain-pleasure as he uses the fabric to rub against your clit.

“Aegon, stop.” You whine breathlessly as he manoeuvres the garment around to start pleasuring you.

“Give in.” He kisses at your neck. “I know you want to. You’re not saving face for anyone but yourself.” He whispers into your ear. 

“Fuck you.” You murmur but it just feels so good.

“You will, whether you’d like to or not. Just give in.”

You know you shouldn’t. You know it’s wrong but you tilt your head back to rest on his shoulder giving him better access to your neck.

“Good girl.”

He starts nipping and sucking at your soft skin even harder now as he unzips your dress. You’re only in your panties now as he shoves you back onto your bed, his lips immediately moving to kiss your supple breasts.

“Such nice tits, baby. Maybe i’ll have a turn fucking them after I split open that tight cunt.” He chuckles as your slight shudder and then rips off your panties so he can bury his face in your pussy.

You can hardly think of how to react as he devours you with such fervour. Aegon has been waiting forever for this moment; he couldn’t keep his eyes off you since you flowered and he eagerly wants to taste you. He wants you to fall apart on his tongue, and then his cock.

And so you do. Your high washes over you like you’ve never felt before. That sick feeling that has created a pit in your stomach only makes it hit even harder.

“Mmm, Aegon.” You whine, fingers tangled in his ivory locks. It’s the sweetest sound he’s ever heard.

He’s over you, pumping his length already before you’ve even had a chance to recover.

“Use a condom.” You pout, legs spread wide for him.

“Little brats don’t tell their uncles what to do.”

Your eyes widen and you can’t even move to stop him before he’s speared himself inside of you. His mouth is pressed to yours and he swallows all your protests before they can leave your lips. He kisses you with the same fervour that he ate you with as he fucks into you roughly.

“Don’t look at me like that.” He says after breaking the kiss, wanted a good look at your face as he ruins you.

“It’s too much.” You complain.

“Don’t be such a whiner.” He rolls his eyes and lifts your legs to push you into a mating press. If it was too much before, then it’s surely too much now as he somehow hits even deeper.

“Ah ah…” You let out little whimpers at the feeling of being filled so completely.

“God’s, never felt a pussy this tight. Knew you were saving yourself for me, baby.” He says cockily.

You can’t even form a retort, not with how cock-drunk you are from him pistioning his dick in and out of you. All you can think of is how close you are.

“I-I’m gonna cum.”

“Already? Didn’t realize you were such a little slut after only one little taste.”

He talks a lot of talk but once he feels your walls clenching around him, he’s done for. He only manages to get a few more hard thrusts in, fucking you through your high, before he finishes inside you.

Once you come down from your peak, you realize what he’s done.

“Seven Hells, Aegon. Did you just cum inside me?”

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[myladysapphire]

My Lady Strong (IV)

Aemond had always been protective of his neice, obssessed even, insiting on keeping her sheltered, and purley his, he never let her stray far and following the incident at Driftmark, Aemma was rarley without Aemond as her shadow. How will the kind, sheltered girl fair in the dance of dragons?

word count: 1,495

CW: bullying, feelings of neglect and isolation

Fem!oc x Aemond Targeryen can be read as x reader)

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disclamer:  i do not own any of claim any of the A song of ice and  fire characters, all rights belong to GRR MARTIN, all characters are his except for my OC

a/n just to warn you Aemma is very naive and this chapter shows it, but shes 9 so what can you expect. also next chapter im planning a 4 year time skip, so Aemma will be 13 and Aemond 16.

It had been nearly a year since the events of Driftmark. Since her mother and brothers had left to Dragonstone. A year since her fathers death. And yet she already had a new father, one she did not like, alongside his two daughters. She had also gained a new brother. But she hadn’t met him, and she doubted she would meet him soon. As each day passed the distance between Dragonstone and the red keep seemed to get bigger and bigger.

“My dear?” she heard Alicent call out, having gotten closer the last year, Alicent had become more and more of a mother to her, and being her 9th nameday and her mother and brothers nowhere to be seen, to Aemma it had began to seem like Alicent was more of a mother to her than her own. A fact little 9 year old Aemma could not stomach to admit.

“Yes?” she asked, looking up from her spot in the library. She had found her time often spent alone as of late. Aemond having become more distant since the incident. And Heleana, well was Heleana, keeping to herself, though she had become more and more isolated since her wedding to Aegon last month. And Aegon spent most of his time at the bottom of a bottle in the depths of kingslanding. So she resided in herself spending days in the library by herself, in a spot that used to be her and Aemonds to just becoming hers. And the few spare moments Aemond seemed to give her were spent training Vaghar, or watching him train with ser criston. He no longer wanted to chase after each other in the godswoods, or read in the library. Or simply just existing in each others company. She understood, somewhat, he was becoming a man, a man hell bent on learning everything in him to defend himself, to learn to fight. Everyone was growing up, but her, and she was being left behind.

“My sweet girl, what's wrong?” Alicent questioned, rounding the corner to see Aemma in what she knew to be her spot. “Hmm? You seem to spend every moment alone, and I know many girls at court who would die for a moment of time spent with you.”

“What girls? Helena only ever wants to be by herself, and seems to ignore me every time i spend time with her, and the last set of girls you summoned just whispered rumours behind my back. I don't wish to spend time with them, i just want Aemond, and he doesn't want me.”

Sighing, Alicent moved down to her level, talking her hands in hers, “that's not true, Aemond still adores you, he is, well-... he's becoming a man and needs time to grow, and after the events of driftmark, well they changed him, just give him time.

“Time? Thats all ive done, it's been almost a year, and not even a moon had passed after driftamrk has he started to ice me out. He was supposed to marry me, and yet he's completely changed!”

“He's a boy, a twelve, Trust me sweetheart, he's just a silly boy who thinks he has to do all of these things to make up for his lack of eye. He thinks you will not love him, think him to be hideous, that is why.” Alicent responded, soothing Aemma, by stroking her hair.

“Well that's just plain stupid!”

“I know,sweet girl, but all boys are.” Alicent continued “ know, we have a birthday ball and feast to attend, and my gift is waiting for you.” she said standing up and inviting Aemma up with her.

In her chambers, laid out on her bed was a white dress embellished with gold. It had puffed sleeves that slimmed down to cover her arm. The dress was lkonger than her usual dresses, and more wide, though not by much. Glod was laced around the neck line, and out edges of the dress, with gold and silver jewels scattered across it, creatijng a pattern down the bodedice. The white itself seemed to shimmer, as if moonlight was bouncing off it. When she put it on she felt pretty. She felt beautiful. Her hair was tied up with a gold ribbon, decorated with pearls and butterflies. For this she knew the gift was not Alicent but Aemonds, or atleast he had some influence. Butterflies. The thing they always used to chase, and the thing ameond loved to compare her too. Butterflies. 

The feast was magnificent, lords and ladies from all over Westeros had come, and she had received more than enough gifts and attention though not from anyone that mattered to her. 

Aemodn was there from the start, though he stuck to eating rather than actually spending any time with her. His attention seemed to be elsewhere.

“Aemond?” she questioned, trying to capture his attention “Aemond, are you enjoying the feast?” he did not reply, looking down at his plate instead, avoiding eye contact. “Aemond?” she pushed again “Aemond!? By the gods answer me!”

“Hmm?” he hummed looking up, allowing her to see the book placed in his lap.

“Gods why wojnt you talk to me?” she asked, moveing to turn to him, her eyes filling with tears, “ for the last six moons i have been acting like a stay dog trying to get your attenion, and now even at a feast helped in my honoru, you brign-” she reached forward grabbing Aemonds book “- a book. A book? To my own party, instead of talking to me. Why?”

“Aemma, please-”

“No, tell me.!”

“Gods, you're a child!” he snactehd the book from her hand, “your just a silly little girl, can't you understand that, you could not defend me, and when you had the chance to you ran off to your pathetic mother, and then come crying to me for help, whilst i have just lost an eye to your bas-” he shook his head, a look of shame fillking his face as he sees her eyes filled with tears, “gods!” he sighed, dragging a hand down his face, reaching forward “Aemma- it's been a lot lately, i have had to relearn everything, to fit with the loss of my eye, and i, look im sorry, i just snapped. But you have to understand, i cnat be a child anylonger, being your friend, and litening to your childish escapades caused me to be in this situation. Now I have to be a man, I have to stop being a child.”

“So you have to stop being my freind, to go on your silly little- your, to be a man? What does that even mean?!” she cried, “it's my nameday, can you not just be my friend for today?” she was begging,it was almost pitiful. 

Aemonds face changed, snapping form the look of shame and regret to annoyance, to cold and still, a face evewryone would soon be familiar with, “ and why would i want to do that” he sneerd, dropping her hand, and standing up, before briskly leaving the room without a single glance back. 

The rest of her night was spent alone. With Heleana leaving not shortly after Aemond, followed by Aegon muttering something about doing his husbandly duty. Alicent and her grandsire had already left an hour in, the King's health failing him, and forcing many of the lords and ladies to leave, as if their only purpose was to talk to him and not her. So she was left all by herself bar a few older cousins that she did not know. 

But the remaining hours she was forced to stay, many lordlings asked her to dance, and it turns out Alicent had already summoned some more girls to King's Landing, arranging a meeting  witht them at her own ball. Taking her mind of the event sthat had happened prior, evne if for a few hours. For a few hours she wasnt so alone, for a few hours she was just a nine year old girl celebrating her name day, celebrating with her friends. People who over the next four years would become the only people she truly had.

And when she did finally retire to her rooms, and she was well and truly alone she cried, she knew no one would knock and have late night celebrations, just as no one had knocked at midnight to wish her a happy name day. Just as Aemond did not spend every second of the day with her, smuggling her all the food she wanted, and giving her a gift for every hour of the day. She spent it alone, and she would spend the next four namedays alone, crying. She would celebrate with her ladies, though it would never be the same, she owuld dance with strangers, and not ameond, where dresses gifted by people other than her mother and Aemond. Her family would become more distant and Aemond becomes less and less her Aemond.

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[sayafics]

Dance of Shadows - Chapter I

Hi guys, I hope you enjoy the first chapter of this series!

I know the teaser was an excerpt of another chapter after Aemma died, but I wanted to add some context/depth to Daemon and Saenyra's relationship before that, since there's such a long gap in the timeline before he returns to Kings Landing after beating the Crabfeeder.

I hope I got the timeline right, and I do hope this lives up to your expectations! Please let me know what you think, all comments and reblogs are appreciated <33 thank you to everyone who showed love on tha teaser excerpt!

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Saenyra had just spent the last few hours lounging in the library, browsing through books ranging from histories of the Seven Kingdoms and how they came to be, to the myths and legends of dragons and other beings which lurked the lands they inhabited and the seas they wished to rule, to charming scrawls of love written in between lines of literature and poetry.

She had finally found a book she was content with, eager to return to her room before divulging its contents. If she were to hurry, she was sure she would be able to finish before it was time for dinner.

With the book held in one hand, Saenyra used the other to gather the skirt of her dress. Whilst her sister preferred to adorn herself in gowns of black and red - the designs grand yet mature for her age, Saenyra deigned to dress herself in shades which resembled the skies on a warm autumn eve or the sun on a bright summer's day. She would parade around the Keep in hues of yellows and blues, greens and pinks - whatever it was that her heart so desired.

As she made her way through the Keep, eyes roving around the walls as she treaded through corridors and weaved past bowing knights and respectful Lords, she turned the corner only to bump into a solid figure.

Saenyra stumbled back, her hand letting go of her skirt to brush against her forehead as she took in the figure in front of her, a slight pout on her lips. Her eyes found her smudged reflection glinting in a shining and tainted armour, gleaming in the light of a new day but stained with the signs of a bloodied battle.

Her eyes continued their path until they met a set of familiar violet hues.

Oh.

Before her stood Daemon Targaryen, looking as though he had slaughtered an army single-handedly. His eyes were bright with the thrill of a good fight. He looked lively, and if she peered closely enough, she could see how he trembled with unbound energy that coursed through his veins.

At the sight of his niece, the one so quiet and quaint who looked up at him with wide eyes and parted lips, Daemon found an unfamiliar softness seep into his features, "niece, my apologies."

He rarely saw his little niece around the Keep when he did come, he preferred to keep company with whores and dragons.

It was with poorly hidden determination that Rhaenyra would find him, trailing his every step.

When Rhaenyra had found him before his bloodbath in the city, he had gifted her a necklace. A piece of shared ancestry, a piece of home. Now, glancing at Saenyra's bare throat, he wished it had adorned her instead.

Daemon was not one for apologies, even Saenyra was aware of that. So, to hear the words brought a heat upon her cheeks as her gaze became down-turned, "I fear I must apologise too, dear uncle. I must have become too distracted with my thoughts."

A smirk tugged at Daemon's lips at the sight of her bashfulness, amusement colouring his features as he spoke, a teasing tone tainting his innocent words, "ah yes. I believe it is only right if you make it up to me then, don't you think?"

Daemon had never spoken to his neice in such a way, too fearful of what his brother might do. Of what he, himself, might do.

Daemon could not be the reason his darling niece shed tears. He would not forgive himself if he was the reason she were to break.

Seanyra's head had never looked up so fast, eyes flitting around the corridor as she leaned closely, as though she was sharing a secret - "of course. Only if you promise not to tell Kepa." Father.

The easy slip of High Valyrian made Daemon heady with the desire to hear it again, and his eyes burned into her at the eagerness she showed as she was desperate to make things right. His smirk grew broader at the show of her naivety, but still - he would make no fool of his sweet neice, his little 'nyra.

"Anything for my Zaldrītsos." Little Dragon.

Her heart twisted slightly at the endearment, despite the heat that flushed her body once more - although said good-naturedly, the word was a stark reminder that the only dragon the girl had was the one pumping through her blood. It was a subtle reminder of the differences between Saenyra and her sister, of how Rhaenyra has conquered a dragon and emanated a fierce and challenging nature, whilst Saenyra was simply a dragon by name.

Daemon could see how her eyes dimmed at the word, hated how her smile wavered - the Seven Kingdoms would rave about the similarities between Daemon and Rhaenyra, how the two had fire running through their veins and charging their souls, how they would burn each other to ash should they get too close. And with Saenyra, they would whisper about her lack of spark, how she didn't have the charm of a Targaryen, nor the fire of one too.

All that tied her to the Targaryen line was her silver-white hair and lilac eyes.

But a part of Daemon, a dark and repressed echo that grew louder as the days went by, found that he preferred it as such. She was a calm summer evening, a quiet winter's day.

Daemon was chaos, and Saenyra was peace.

Her voice broke him out of his reverie, "so, what is it that you want?"

There was a curious smile on her lips, her eyes searching his as she became impatient. He huffed a laugh, teeth bared in a broad grin - "I guess you shall have to wait and see."

Daemon knew what he would ask. He had been thinking of doing so from the moment he had stepped foot back in King's Landing and seen his Saenyra. She had grown tall, her hair flowing down her back is careless ruffles, flowers twisted between the intricate braids that adorned her head as a circlet rested atop her brows. Her gowns were tight fitting, the neck would swoop low, or her arms would be bare of fabric, and sometimes, if he was lucky, careful patterns would be cut into the lining of her waist to reveal the milky skin that lay underneath.

Daemon would be lying if he said a part of him hadn't grown feral at the sight, something dark and desperate coming to life within him as his desires for Saenyra grew stronger.

It was something unexpected, especially by him. He had expected, if anyone, it would be Rhaenyra he would pursue. The two were in a silent battle for the place of heir at Viserys' behest, fervent prayers that the next child Aemma gave birth to would not be a boy. So it would make sense to present a united front. To present themselves as a joint option, a better choice to the other heirs Viserys would force his wife to bear.

But Rhaenyra and Daemon had the fire of a dragon running through them, and they would ultimately burn each other and leave nothing but destruction in their wake.

Daemon cleared his throat, forcing himself to stray from his traiterous thoughts and focus on his task - he had to attend the meeting with the Council, he had to reach Viserys before they filled his head with lies about Daemon - before they seeded doubt and had him sent from the Seven Kingdoms once more.

"I must take leave now, dear niece."

Daemon skirted around the girl, his golden cloak billowing behind him, the soft and bloodied material brushing against her cheek in an imitation of affection he longed to show himself. His moves were slow and sluggish as though he was hoping she'd stop him. And she did exactly that - "where are you going, Kepus?" Uncle.

He inhaled sharply at the Valyrian word, there was a frown on her lips as her head twisted in question and Daemon felt as though he would kneel for her and give all of himself right there, if she had simply asked.

Her hand came to hold his own as she tugged at his fingers. Daemon risked a glance down, eyes tracing over her nimble fingers and how they dwarfed against his own. She tugged again, "Kepus."

The word was stressed and elongated, hoping to catch the man's attention as he kept gazing off to a place far from where she could see.

"The King wants to see me," it wasn't a complete lie, but it was an easy one, "I wouldn't want to keep them waiting."

She nodded, understandingly. But there was a part of her left unsure by his words, Daemon was never one to obey with such ease - always at the ready to challenge those around him, including his own brother. Even if he was King.

It seemed, however, his words were enough to snap her into a state of disinterest, she turned away from him with such ease and continued on her way, a soft "I shall see you later, then," passed over her shoulders with a friendly smile as she walked away from him.

Daemon found he could do nothing but watch.

***

Saenyra hadn't left her chambers much after her encounter with her uncle - with no dragon to tend to, and the lack of duties as a second-born and the burden of being a girl, she had no pending responsibilities. Left in the confines of her room, she made due with what she had - her books.

There was not much else to do in King's Landing, with no Kingsguard assigned to her yet, she was not free to roam the cities that belonged to her father.

Saenyra ate in her chambers, despite the call for her to join her family in her father's - were she to join, she was sure the room would be full of praises for a successful Rhaenyra - whether it was how she was getting on with her lessons with the Septa or a new dragon-riding trick mastered, or whispers of possibilities of their future son - a new heir and a new King in the making.

Anything but Saenyra.

All throughout the hours of the night, even as she laid her head to rest, her mind would tiptoe back to the voice of her uncle.

Despite all his time in the Keep, and all his trips out, Saenyra had never been able to bond with her uncle the way she wishes she had. The way Rhaenyra had.

Daemon had been the Master of Laws, the Master of Coin, and now Commander of the City Watch. And throughout it all, she had been unable to bond with her uncle in a way she was desperate for ever since she was a child. She remained oblivious to his glances and heated stares, to the dark whispers in his mind and the temptation that lurked under every passive graze and touch.

It was instead Rhaenyra who found him, who bonded with him. Who found common ground in their love for riding and dragons and violence. Rhaenyra who adored her uncle as he adored her. As everyone adored her, in a way Saenyra craved for them to cherish her.

The two would gush over dragons and tales of battles and wars, a wistful tone taking over Rhaenyra's voice as she spewed questions at her uncle whenever he dined with them, and a look of admiration would sparkle in Daemon's eyes as he answered every question with ease.

Saenyra would sit quietly, never speaking aloud unless spoken to, and even that was quite rare. So, for her uncle to say he wants something from her? It was a surprise, indeed. And a bubbling sensation of guilt began to fester as she realised that she felt excitement build at the prospect. What would Rhaenyra think? Would she be hurt? Jealous?

Saenyra was not blind to how Rhaenyra was captivated by Daemon, how she craved him and called to him. Although Daemon was both of their uncle, there was an unspoken claim placed upon him from the moment Rhaenyra was old enough to articulate her fascination with the man. A silent boundary, a whispered challenge Saenyra had never dared to overstep. And she was worried she may now.

Would he ask to take her dragon-riding? Perhaps he would ask her to steal him some lemon cakes, as he had when she was much younger? Or maybe he would ask for a favour she couldn't provide.

Perhaps, he wanted her help to get Rhaenyra something. Or to tell her something.

Saenyra wasn't blind to Daemon's own infatuation with her sister, whether it was because of her claim to the throne or her violent beauty. The man was enamoured, even if he tried to deny so.

She resigned herself to the idea of having to wait until Daemon had finally asked her whatever it was he decided, a frustrated sigh escaping her as she rolled onto her side and faced the open balcony windows, watching as the soft winds blew a quiet tune through the curtains. Her eyes traced over the dark shadows of King's Landing, her eyes finding the moon and seeking comfort in its shallow glow.

With steady breaths, she fell asleep quickly, her mind flashing with images she had long learned to ignore. What good is being a dragon dreamer when you are unable to tame one?

***

In the cities of King's Landing, Daemon had taken to throwing himself in the arms of lust as he sought out ways to expel his energy and frustration in the brothels of Silk Street.

He had been here for perhaps hours now, gyrating and grinding against the softness of his paramour. Mysaria wasn't a quiet lover, her moans drawing an audience as he pounded relentlessly, chasing a high that escaped him at every turn.

No matter how hard he tried, how much he relied on his imagination - it wasn't what he wanted. This wasn't who he needed.

The meeting with the Small Council hadn't ended badly, but Otto's reminders of his duties to the Bronze Bitch of the Vale continued to follow him. A dark reminder that although his marriage was not consumated, in the eyes of the Seven Kingdoms and in the eyes of his brother, Daemon was a married man. And even if Targaryen men had taken on second wives before, he knew his brother would never accept such an ordeal.

But still, such moral obligations hadn't stopped him from chasing his pleasure in brothels and amongst whores. Yet, Mysaria's dark hair was a pitying reminder of the woman he felt no love nor lust for and so proved to be a dampener for his fun, amongst other things.

He sighed out of frustration, halting his hips as he laid his head against Mysaria's shoulders. He pulled out roughly, tugging a blanket over his naked form as he trudged towards the window in a hollowing mix of rage and despair. His eyes found the stars, seeking comfort in their luminous glow as his mind flitted over myths and legends of constellations etched into the dark sky.

Mysaria followed, consoling the man as she praised him. But her words had no effect on him, so she offered him something more instead.

"I could bring in another? Perhaps one with silver hair."

Daemon was tempted to say yes, urged to give in to his fantasies and imagine.

But it wouldn't be what he wanted. No, the whores of Silk Street - the bastards of the Targaryen line, although their hair grew white it wasn't the right shade. Too different for him to be able to pretend.

And Daemon didn't want to pretend.

Twisting his fingers and tugging strands of golden-white hair were a mere illusion for the girl he pretended he wanted.

The girl he truly desired was one he would never taint, her hair brighter and longer - the wisps of her soft, white hair were their own streaks of light, like beaming stars in the night sky.

No, it wouldn't be the same.

It wouldn't be what he wanted - what he needed.

Daemon Targaryen wanted Saenyra. But he knew he could not have her.

He would not take her, for fear of corrupting her. Of ruining her, and breaking her beyond repair.

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[jiwon1es]

I see Yujin taking such good care of kids like I imagine her getting along so well with your neice or nephew or smth like that🥺 She would also be an amazing mom and a great gf to reader who alr has a kid 😔 I jst love her sm 😔🤭

- I wanna be your 🐸 anon

pairing: wife!yujin x fem!reader

genre: fluff

hi 🐸 anon! i changed a little bit, hope that's okay! i hope you like this, this was really really cute.

yujin has the kindest heart of all, it was no surprise. everyone gets dragged in to her, her beautiful energy being so contagious that no matter where you are you just want to be near her and that was one of the things that got you head over heels for her, even starting to think if it’s really possible for someone like her to exist. she was so charismatic, even your family was enchanted! always asking questions like “when does she come back?”, “is she staying?”, “how is yujin doing?”. it was inevitable to think about a future with her. she was so nice to everyone, and everything took a turn the moment you saw her playing with your little cousins at a family dinner. she kept her brightest smile on her face while hearing the little kids laugh so hard at her jokes. maybe it was too soon to be picturing her with the kids of your own, but how could you not?

“she is so pretty! can she be my girlfriend too?” the little kid asked with anticipation at you. everyone was laughing at him.

“absolutely not! she’s yn’s!” his twin defended your girlfriend, hugging her tightly and making sure her brother won’t get closer.

“how come you be so patient with them? i barely can do it myself.” you ask, staring at the girls hugging with adoration.

“i don’t know, they’re just so cute and remind me of you.” you giggle, grabbing the glass of water in front of you and drinking. “who knows, maybe years later you will be carrying little ahn.” and you choked.

at your 19, talking about a family or even a future together was a big topic. both of you were still so young and you never liked to think about the future without feeling empty or scared at the road ahead, but somehow… being right by her side made everything look nice, no longer feeling worried or lost. so, it was still crazy to even imagine it, but it wasn’t that bad. you were actually dying for the day you could call ahn yujin your wife.

then, it happens. your eyes can’t leave the view in front of them and you can’t stop thinking about how did all of that happen. the litte girl’s laughter is filling your ears like a melodic song, praying for your wife’s hands to stop tickling her.

“mommy! please help me!” she calls you, laughing and trying to escape from the embrace.

“if mommy ever dares to help you… she’s gonna fall too!” and your daughter screams.

“how can this monster go away?” you ask, pretending to be worried. you see how they stop fighting, both of them waiting for you to jump in.

“kisses!” your daughter yells.

“yeah kisses!” yujin supports your daughter’s decision. of course your wife would never stop being a cute puppy totally in love with you, desperate for your love and affection.

“is that so?” you cross your arms, genuinely curious about what can set your daughter free. you step closer and yujin caught once again the little girl in her arms.

“kiss her!”

yujin was happily waiting for the kiss, with her eyes closed and trying not to smile. then, you place your hands on her face, pulling her in for the kiss. a squeak can be heard from the little girl that is now jumping excited at the sight of her two moms kissing. now she is free to go, but decides to stay and try to separate the two of you.

“mommy! what if she traps you?” yujin laughs, because that’s exactly what she wants to do.

[purplevortexx]

hii! could i get a hangman and reader fic if its not too much trouble?? maybe something where shes a kidgarten teacher and gets a call during her class that hes in the hospital and the students are all innocent and asking what happened?? or maybe he comes everyday to pickup his neice/nephew and all the other teachers tease her abt "the hot navy dad", and he finds out this nickname and is all cocky and they confess?? Thanks!

hi my darling, fic is below the cut!! Hope you like it :)

Tuesdays

Summary: You have a new fave day of the week when one of your students' godfather does pick up.

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x gn!reader

Warnings: none!

Words: 1.6k

A/N: cute fic born from a request from @acupnoodle enjoy!! Feel free to send me any requests! - bean :)

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Tuesday afternoons were quickly becoming your favourite time of the week. Well yours along with any other person in the vicinity of the school who had eyes and was attracted to men. Tuesday was the day when Catarina Machado, who was quite possibly the sweetest little 5-year-old you had ever met, was picked up by her ‘favourite uncle’ as she had told you on multiple occasions.

The first Tuesday in the school year when he’d picked her up, he introduced himself to you as Catarina’s godfather Jake. The emerald green eyes and boyish grin had nearly made you forget your own name as you shook his hand. It had only been a short introduction as little Catarina had tugged on her uncle’s pant leg, practically begging him to take her for ice cream before he had to take her home. He just shrugged his shoulders and said “fun uncle duties,” before shooting you a wink and taking off, picking a squealing Catarina off the ground and setting her on his shoulders.

Your co-worker, Angie came up to you as you could see Jake’s tall muscled form disappearing amongst the sea of parents. “Hot single dad?” She guessed.

“Hot uncle,” you corrected, “not sure on the single part though.”

Angie just folded her arms and looked at you knowingly. “I didn’t see a ring on his finger,”

Yours and Jake’s encounters stayed short and sweet like that for a few months. You looked forward to a Tuesday when he’d ask how your week had been and you’d ask the same. A lot of the time he’d tell you a cute story about Catarina or her dad which always made you smile and laugh. Little by little, your conversations on a Tuesday afternoon got longer and more in depth about your lives. It got to the point where right before the end of the day, you would look out of your window and see if you could spot his truck.

It was a Monday morning in winter, towards the end of January, when Catarina came into class looking really upset. The little girl was usually really upbeat and happy all the time, always skipping into the classroom, ready to tell everybody about her weekend. That morning she just looked utterly dejected and glum. You set the class on a task and went over to Catarina’s table, crouching down next to her chair. “Hey Catarina, is everything alright?” The little girl turned to you, orange crayon in hand and just shook her head. You could see tears swimming in her eyes, threatening to fall and moved quickly, ushering her out of her chair and into the hallway, calling out reassurances that you’d be right back to the rest of the class.

“Hey honey, what’s the matter?” You ask gently. The dark haired little girl sniffs quietly and looked up at you. “Uncle Jake is in the hospital.” She tells you and you’re pretty sure your heart stops for a second. You knew Jake was in the navy and accidents happen all the time but nothing had prepared you for hearing something had happened to him.

You quickly pulled yourself together for the sake of your student in front of you. “Do you mind telling me what happened?” You ask shakily and she nods.

“He had to jump out of the plane.” The five-year-olds explanation doesn’t make much sense but it does alarm you. You know enough about the navy to know she probably means he had to eject from his F-18.

“Okay honey, I’m sure uncle Jake will be just fine. You know the doctors in the hospital are really good at their jobs. I’m sure they’ll fix him right up!” You tell her with a forced smile. This seems to calm the five year old a little and she wipes the tears from her eyes. “Tell you what, why don’t you make uncle Jake a get well soon card?” Catarina nods, her gorgeous brown eyes sparkling a bit more like normal.

“Can I draw a plane on it? Or a dinosaur?” She asks and you want to melt at how cute she is.

“Catarina, you can draw whatever you want on it.” You tell her. She smiles at that and skips happily back into the classroom, muttering something about putting ‘healing magic’ in the card.

Later on at pick-up, you collar her dad whilst Catarina is playing with a couple of other kids. “Hey, um… Catarina got a bit upset in class today.” You tell him and he nods,

“Yeah we were all a bit worried when Jake went down in training but Cat’s taken it pretty hard. Luckily it wasn’t too bad, just a hard landing.” You nod in understanding.

“She seems to understand what’s happened pretty well. I think she just needed a bit of reassurance Jake was gonna be okay.” You tell him. “We had a bit of a talk this morning and she made him a get well soon card so I think she feels a bit better about it all now.”

“Thank you so much, I really appreciate it.” Javy tells you and you smile.

“I really don’t mind at all, Catarina’s a great kid.” He gleams with pride at that comment and you turn to go back inside but before you do you quickly say “Tell him I hope he gets better soon.”

Javy looks stunned for a second but collects himself quickly. “Uh yeah of course. Thanks again.”

Jake didn’t pick Catarina up the day after. You know it’s unlikely he would due to him being in the hospital but you’re still disappointed all the same. Instead it was a woman, Natasha, who gives Catarina a loving kiss on the forehead and walks her to the car whilst the little girl waves in your direction.

Friday afternoon brings you a surprise. You walk out with the class as the children run towards their respective parents and there, in all his glory, is Jake. You’re taken aback, partially because it’s the wrong day and partially because of the small cuts scattered across his face. He grins as you come into his eyeline, Catarina squealing happily at the sight of her godfather.

She runs to him, her dark curls bouncing as she does so. He puts his arms around the little girls back, almost covering her completely and lifts her off the ground with ease. “There’s my favourite girl.” He says, settling her on the ground. Catarina smiles brightly, already rambling on about everything uncle Jake has missed whilst he was in the hospital. She pauses to take a little breath and you smile fondly at her.

The five year old turns and runs towards the playground where some other children are calling out for her to play. She hastily shouts “don’t leave!” At her uncle who just chuckles as the little ball of energy scurries off to play.

He turns to you then, his smile turning almost sheepish as he addresses you. “So, uh… Javy relayed your message.”

You can feel the heat rising up your face so you turn slightly to the side. “I’m glad you’re better Jake, you had Catarina really worried for a minute there.”

“Just Cat?”

“Okay maybe I was a little bit worried.” You admit and his shy smile turns into his usual cocky smirk. “I mean who else am I supposed to talk to at pick up? All the other parents are boring.” You say that last part quietly and he chuckles.

“Well I’m honoured that the pretty teacher chooses to talk to me.” You giggle nervously at the compliment.

You both stand there for a couple of minutes, just watching the children play, Jake shouting a “good job” at Catarina as she shows him a cartwheel.

He turns to you again. “Hey,” you hum in reply, tearing your eyes away from the students to look at Jake. “Please tell me if I’m reading this wrong but would you maybe want to get dinner tomorrow? I mean the offer is open for any day but I just thought it’s a Saturday tomorroe and there’s no school and …”

“Jake.” You cut him off and he mumbles a ‘sorry’, “I’d love to.” You tell him and he sighs in relief. It’s quite cute really, a navy pilot as tall as he being flustered over asking a girl out but he’s so happy when you say yes that you can’t bring yourself to tease him about it.

You write down your number on his hand, feeling the hot stare of Angie boring into the back of your head. “Text me the time and place and I’ll be there.” He nods in confirmation.

“Uncle Jake!!! Can we go get ice cream?” Your moment is interrupted by an oblivious dark haired girl who comes bounding up to her godfather, attempting to drag him away by the hand towards the car.

He laughs and reassures her he’s coming before looking to you. “Duty calls. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You smile and nod, waving at both him and the five-year-old clinging to his arm.

Around 20 minutes later, when you’re alone in your classroom having sent all the kids on their way, you check your phone and see a text from an unsaved number on your Lock Screen.

‘8pm tomorrow? There’s an Italian close to the school that’s supposed to be good. Gio’s??. Let me know what you think - J’

You smile at the text and type out one of your own. ‘Sounds good, see you there.’

You’ve not been excited like this for a date in a while and it feels really good.

[atropalugosi]

Made a sequel to this post for y'all 😌 was gunna actually write smut but backed out at the last second whoops. Hope y'all enjoy a tiny bit of spice with our lovely Donna 🖤

"Take a break," Donna commands rather than asks. Valeria complies easily, arching back in her seat and humming contently when her poor spine pops and cracks. After the... complete fucking fiasco beforehand, the two florists got right to work on dollmaking. Donna seemed very in her element here in the workshop, and over their last break she had confided in Valeria about her family business. It broke the younger woman's heart to hear about the tragedies of the Beneviento family, but she was happy to be there to comfort Donna.

And she had to admit, she was having a good time learning a new skill with Donna's help. She was a good teacher, giving concise instructions and genuinely helpful advice whenever Valeria appeared stuck or unsure. It made the redhead feel very good about her first attempt at working with porcelain. Her doll was absolutely novice, not nearly as detailed as she imagined Donna would be able to make, but for a first go at something new she was proud of herself.

"I suppose I could use a rest," Valeria sighs. Making a pillow with her arms she lays her head upon the crafting table, watching the older woman inspect her work intensely. She checks over the joints and looks for any blemishes that may lead to breaks down the road, but finding none, she gives a content little 'hm!' and sets it down gently.

"You're a quick learner," she offers kindly, making Valeria preen. The girl might be embarrassed at how easily she took to praise if she weren't in such a good mood.

"Thanks Donna, but honestly, I think you're just a really good instructor."

"Don't cut yourself short," Donna tuts. She looks deadly serious, gaze locked with her mentee, making the young woman swallow harshly. "I mean it, you have a real talent for the arts. An eye for beauty, I suppose."

"You're beautiful," Valeria responds breathlessly. The brunette furrows her brows, looking away stiffly and Valeria quickly sits up, worried she overstepped. "I-I'm sorry, I just, you were saying such nice things and you look so pretty and serene in your element and-"

"If you keep this up, I'll never be able to let you go," the dollmaker husks, bringing colour to Valeria's cheeks.

"What if... I don't want you to either?" She asks tentatively, leaning closer to her mentor. Donna looks back at her like she'd said something most outrageous, but Valeria simply offers a smile, setting her hand across the table for her to take. And she does, slender fingers intertwining with Valeria's as she steps closer to the girl until she's looking down on her.

"I do not think you understand just what you're offering," Donna huffs, a bit of a dark look in her eyes. It sends a thrilling chill down the redhead's spine. "I'd want to keep you all to myself, far from the leering eyes of my neices or anyone else that's tried to steal you away."

Valeria shakes her head slightly at that. Couldn't Donna see yet that she had no interest in anyone else? Least of all Cassandra Dimitrescu and her playboy persona. Pulling the other woman closer until their knees are touching, she keeps eye contact so Donna can really read her.

"I only have eyes for you anyway," she confesses with heated cheeks. "Professor Dimitrescu wasn't wrong calling me your pet, I'd follow you anywhere Donna."

And with that, the botanist is upon her, pulling Valeria to stand and feverishly kissing her. The girl squeals at the suddenness of the kiss, but quickly reciprocates, hands finding their way around Donna's strong shoulders. Donna responds in kind, taking hold of her hips and pushing her back into the workbench gently. After only a few moments the two seperate to catch their breath, Valeria smiling like a fool at the older woman's flushed face. She wouldn't in a million years have expected Donna to make the first move, but she absolutely was going to enjoy it and pray this confidence lasted.

Leaning in for another kiss garners unexpected but not unappealing results as Valeria finds herself lifted and sat upon the table, Donna standing pressed between her legs, and she can't help but squirm and bite her lip at the closeness. Donna plants her palms on the girl's thighs, squeezing them gently and looking delighted at the gasp it gets her.

"I would like you to refer to me the same way you did in front of Alcina. Can you do that for me?" she asks sweetly, looking at Valeria through her lashes.

"Sì mammina," she squeaks, fighting her embarrassment and losing. Donna pecks her on the nose though and suddenly her slip up from earlier isn't so mortifying.

"Brava bambola."

Valeria is pretty sure her entire brain short circuits at that. Fuck being her kitten, hello to a life of being Donna's personal doll to be toyed with whenever. Would she actually treat her like a precious porcelain doll? Dressing her in fancy clothes and touching her oh so gently so as not to break her? Or maybe she would joyfully destroy her knowing she has the expertise to piece her doll back together seamlessly? Or-

"You're lost in that pretty head again," Donna laughs lightly, bringing Valeria back to earth. "Is this okay, or? We can stop, I got a bit carried away."

"No! No, I- we," Valeria shakes her head clear and pulls Donna closer, wrapping her legs around her hips. "I want to keep going, really! Fammi tuo mammina."

Like a switch flipped within her, Donna pushes Valeria back until she's flush against the tabletop and crawls over the redhead, straddling her. She kisses her again, hands exploring the girl's torso like an expert craftsman inspecting a fine piece of art. She runs her palms over her ribs and stops teasingly just below her chest, thumbs brushing along the curves. Tentatively the dollmaker cups her love's breasts, carefully massaging happy little moans from the girl beneath her.

Valeria for her part is feeling up Donna's arms and back, relishing in the strength she finds there. Knowing that Donna could probably do whatever she wanted to her, but seeing how restrained and gentle she was being made her heart swell with warmth. This woman truly made her feel so safe and cared for and good god was she going to do everything in her power to make her feel the same. Donna's lips stray from hers, kissing a path from her cheek to her jaw to her neck, and the redhead sighs contently until-

"Ow!" Valeria hisses, being rudely interrupted from her sweet thoughts by a foreign feeling in her neck. "Did you just bite me?"

Donna doesn't look sorry in the slightest, kissing the offended patch of skin before teasingly nipping her again.

"You asked me to make you mine," she breathes against the girl's neck, eliciting goosebumps. "I'm just making sure everyone else knows it."

[cowboyjen68]

Hi, I wanted to ask if you have any advice on how I can find more lesbians around me as a 17 year old (so a minor) and I live in a red very religious state.

I often feel so isolated as a lesbian from my peers who aren’t lesbians, I know a few lesbians but I really want to know more. Since I’m 17 I don’t have the option of dating apps, or some Facebook groups unfortunately. It’s been hard because there’s been multiple times where I resorted to talking to lesbians much older than me due to feeling like my dating poll is so small, and being lonely. I know this is bad, and I don’t want to do that cause I know it is just me being taken advantage of— but sometimes it feels like the only thing I can do. If you have any advice, I’d appreciate it so so much. I love your page and your advice♥️

It is hard as a minor to stay safe and still use the internet to reach out to find other lesbians. Continue to be safe and skepical of strangers.

FInd out if your local library has book clubs and if they support them get help starting a lesbian book club for intergenerational lesbians. This is public and safe and meet only in the confines of the library. The books give you topics to talk about to take off the awkwardness of meeting new people and you can set the demographics to your age or to a wide range.

At 17 you can still often volunteer for local prides, PFLAGS or at other LGBT non profits and they are usually very good about vetting others. HOWEVER if anyone pushes your boundaries or makes you feel uncomfortable report that to the board or the national affiliates right away.

Look on instagram or tumblr for Lesbian zines that are available. These are often produced by the younger crowd and can be free on line or very cheap and they can give you some connections to others around your range of age and shared experiences.

CHeck the meet up app for lesbian gatherings held in public places like coffee shops or small cafes. Reach out to see if they allow 17 yo and if others your age attend. Many older lesbians have neices, daughters, god daughters who are lesbians and attend these kind of casual gathering.

Check on line for lesbian archives (like at a local university or museum) and inquire about volunteering. They are great places to learn untaught history and meet lesbians of all ages who are passionate about preserving and passing on knowledge.

I hope some of these ideas help. Hang in there. You are by no means alone

[hello-nichya-here]

If Iroh doesn't acknowledge Azula as a victim of abuse, that means he can't relate to her, therefore Iroh either wasn't abused by his family or he was abused in a different way from Azula. Or maybe the truth is he just doesn't want to understand her. I really don't get why he's more sympathetic toward his brother who mutilated his beloved nephew's life. Like, what is he thinking, exactly? Perhaps his reasoning isn't supposed to go side by side with logic, but rather with feelings or sth. Here are my only guesses why Iroh doesn't care about Azula

1) She reminds him of his younger self that he wants to forget (which I don't even think has a point in saying how much is unfair to Azula)

2) She's a "hindrance" to Zuko

Sexism??? Idk. Actually no I don't think Iroh is a sexist based on his interactions with other women we saw so I'm not counting it, but you're welcome to correct me.

Iroh is not dumb enough to not comprehend what kind of situation Azula is in, but he's selfish enough to do zero shit about it. And for the ppl yelling "he was protecting Zuko from her" bitch pls. Azula didn't harass Zuko from the day she was born yet even when she and Zuko were children and their relationship wasn't so fucked up (which Iroh totally could have interfered with after he came back from war and even prior to that) he didn't give a shit. This man never cared about his neice, even before they became enemies. (No, the doll was not him showing her love lmao) Tell me then, if Iroh genuinely wants to guide Zuko on the right path and shield him from misfortune, why has Iroh never tried to pit Zuko against his real abuser, Ozai? Or do you want to tell me that Azula has somehow abused Zuko more than him? Why, throughout Zuko's whole journey, has Iroh never told his nephew that the way he was treated by his father, was wrong? Honestly I wouldn’t bash Iroh sm if he set Zuko against both of them yet here we are. Like really, Iroh? You think if Zuko puts her in her place and murders her, he's not going to lose it and be relieved or vice versa? You think making kids nemeses is going to lead to any good? Wisest character", my ass.

Warning, this is gonna be LOOOOONG and I'm gonna answer to your questions along with this ask I got from @profoundkryptoniteblaze after I pointed out another flaw of Iroh's because there are some points you both brought up that can be combined.

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"If there was ever any moment in which Iroh could be seen as endangering Zuko, it was that one - hell, Iroh realizing he almost got his "son" killed was probably why he was following him during "The Chase" and tried to reason with him in "Lake Laogai."

Y'know it really gets me thinking if Iroh never learned anything from indoctrinating and sending his own son to death and only realizing the wrong of his actions after having lost him. Iroh let his other son chase after false hope and waste his life, exhausting himself physically and mentally for three years and was never shown trying to pry him away from Ozai or the FN's toxic mentality. Later he helped Zuko chase and almost capture the avatar at the north pole, the latter would've been frozen to death as a result had it not been for Aang's sympathy (honestly not just Iroh and Zuko but the whole world is lucky that he's so patient and compassionate) And then Iroh calls Zuko out for his recklessness in "Lake Laogai". Like what, weren't you the one who-- ah nevermind. I've only scratched the surface about how Iroh failed to guide Zuko and yet neither he, nor Zuko, nor the fandom seem to realize it.

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To really understand the issues with Iroh, we need to look at the context behind his actions BOTH in universe and in the sense of "He is a fictional character and can be whatever the fuck the writers say he is."

Iroh as a result of issues with the writting

When Bryan and Michael were still toying with ideas to figure out what story they wanted to tell, Iroh was NOT the character we saw in the show. He was originally meant to be a twist villain who was intentionally giving Zuko terrible advice, to make sure he would never capture the Avatar and be able to come home.

That idea was scrapped and replaced with Iroh being a grey character. He was likeable, nice, and even kind, but he was on the wrong side of this conflict. He could be wise, but he could also give Zuko bad advice, the difference being that he didn't mean any harm and genuinely wanted the best for his nephew. He is far from perfect, but there is more than enough evidence that he can redeem himself.

Then, the writers thought of ANOTHER Iroh. One that had already gone through his redemption and is as perfect as a human being can be. This was the Iroh they decided they wanted.

The problem is that they only realized that was what they wanted in book 2, once they had decided that Azula would be both Aang and Zuko's antagonist, meaning the audience had already seen the morally grey Iroh, and thus they couldn't just go back and rewrite the story with that new version of Iroh in mind.

So, they had three options:

1 - Throw their new idea in the garbage can and stick with the one they had already spent over a season developing.

2 - Give Iroh a deep, complicated, time consuming character arc to lead him from point A to point B. This woudly likely force them to have more than jus the three seasons they were planning, and was a bit of a high risk, high reward situation, since it'd be hard to make a grey character naturally become basically perfect, but it could pay off if they did it right.

3 - Retcon the past season, acting like Iroh was ALREADY perfect and thus didn't need that major character development, pretending he had always been working behind the scenes with the White Lotus to end the war and never acknowledging that he spent all of book 1 trying to help Zuko capture Aang.

Bryke chose option three, and when we combine that with the fact, to this day, they don't seem to realize that Azula is an abuse victim and child soldier, makes Iroh's flaws and antagonism towards her a bug instead of a feature, since he is now meant to be perfect instead of a deliberately flawed character, whose opinions should NOT be taken as absolute truth.

Iroh in universe

When it comes to the Fire Nation royals, we need to remember that, on top dealing with the cicle of abuse, they're also fighting two wars - one against the nations they're invading, and other amongst themselves, to see who will be Fire Lord - that made their already fucked up family even worse.

Ozai tried to steal his brother's throne, and to assure her son wouldn't die, Ursa had to help him commit treason by killing the Fire Lord and usurping the throne of the rightful heir (Iroh). And Zuko, even though he loved Iroh, didn't recognize the fact that his father had no right to throne until the series finale. He went so far as once referring to himself as rightful heir to the throne due to being OZAI and Ursa's son - and that was while he was banished and being hunted down by Azula, who is either the Fire Lord's heir or the usurper's heir depending on whose side you're on.

But why would anyone side with Ozai? Simple: the Fire Nation has a noticeable pattern of thinking ANYTHING is fair in the fight for power, which makes sense considering they're imperialists that think the whole world belongs to them just because they said so.

THAT is how Iroh was raised to see things. Sozin, his gradnfather and Fire Lord, decided that he could murder his best friend, kill 1/4 of the world's population, and take over territory that belong to the other nations just because that was what he wanted to do. Azulon followed in his footsteps, and had no problem sending his own son into the battlefield - something Iroh also did, and then paid the price.

Lu Ten's death shook him to his very core - but it did NOT make him change sides. Neither did Ozai stealing his throne, nor him disfiguring and banishing Zuko. He was so passive by that point that Ozai just allowed him to stay in the Fire Nation, and even be a part of war meetings.

In said meetings, no woman was ever present, because the only three female warriors we see are Azula, Mai and Ty Lee (a princess/prodigy and two noble girls who are best friends with said princess). The only other women in see in anything close to a position as part "Fire Nation army" was the female guard that Iroh befriend AND the guard at the boiling rock. We also know that Azula would have been the first female Fire Lord ever, which all but states that, even if Ozai had been the heir and Azula had been his eldest child, the throne would have still been Zuko's, because women don't get to be rulers in the Fire Nation. It is very likely that being married to a ruler and having his heirs is the highest position a woman could have in their society. Royal and important, sure, but always in a supporting role.

This, obviously, affected Iroh too. While he doesn't really seem to think anything of women being warriors (which makes sense considering he spent life attacking other nations, and thus probably fought women sometimes - we saw women fighting in the Southern Water tribe and let's not forget the Kyoshi Warriors), we cannnot forget he did things like take advantage of the fact that June was paralized to show that he CAN be a bit of a dirty old man, and that his idea of a perfect gift for AZULA of all people was a doll.

However, that doll also reveals something important: Iroh DID once view Azula as a child, and as someone he had some sort of obligation to - hence him being "fair" and getting her a gift too since he had gotten one for her brother.

But the main problem when it comes to Iroh and Azula's relationship (or lack there of) is also clearly already there: Iroh has no idea who his niece is as a person, and assumes he can figure that out by just using some concept of what she "should" be like, based on her position in their society.

At that point, she is just a little girl. Little girls like things like pretty clothes, playing with dolls, and talking with their friends. Not something he can relate to, but not something that gives him a reason to hate her. She is also a princess, and thus important, worthy of praise and respect, and to be protected by all - just not as much as she would be is she were a prince.

But as we know, Ozai sees things differently - but that doesn't exactly means he sees Azula for who she is either. She is the second child, like himself, meaning she is not meant to inherit anything, only support her older brother. She is also a prodigy and incredibly smart, which could make one wonder if maybe she wouldn't be a better Fire Lord than the actual heir. Ozai was projecting onto her from the moment she was born, hence him naming her after the Fire Lord - after his abusive father that never gave a damn about him.

And that leads to another thing that makes Iroh not as perfect as the fandom sees him: Ozai's dynamic with his own children mirrors how Azulon raised him and his brother. One was the good for nothing child, the scapegoat, the disgrace of the family. The other was the golden child, the one who was absolutely perfect - because they HAD to be. Let's not forget that Azulon's idea of defending the rights of his favorite son involved making him grief both for his son AND his nephew. He also didn't give a shit about the fact that Ursa, Azula and especially Zuko, the one whose death he was ordering, had nothing to do with this shit. Azulon believed EVERYONE had to pay because ONE person fucked up.

This suggest that, even being the favorite, Iroh likely got screwed over by his father many times, and his continued support of him until his death AND the fact that he NEVER said a single negative word about him suggests Iroh is looking at Ozai's treatment of Zuko and Azula, seeing their own dynamic with Azulon in it, and thinking there's nothing wrong with it. I've said it many times, but he is the classic case of "That's not abuse! My parents did that to me and I turned out fine!" when they're not, in fact, fine.

Either way, due to still being too broken after losing his son, he isn't interested in this proxy-rivalry with his brother. But he did develop a genuine bond with Zuko - the first-born. the "heir", the son his brother looks down on. Which means he is sort of having a "passive" role in this weird dynamic, while Ozai is holding all the cards, and likely believes that Iroh is only "choosing Zuko's side" because he is also a "useless" son who just happened to have the luck of being born first.

For many years, Iroh isn't acting, he is reacting. Ozai wants the throne? Fine, let him have it, it's not like Iroh is in any condition to actually deal with that kind of stress anyways.

Ozai is playing favorites? Not great, but hey, isn't that what ALL fathers/Fire Lords do anyway? Either way is not like he has the authority to tell his brother how to raise his kids. It's too late for him to fight for the throne now.

Zuko needs someone to help him on his doomed mission to capture the Avatar? Fine, Iroh will go with him. He likes the kid.

The Avatar IS alive after all and Zuko is actively hunting him down? Well, those were the Fire Lord's orders, guess they must capture him.

Zuko wants to go capture the Avatar alone, in enemy territory, at the risk of freezing to death if he doesn't find some decent shelter? Well, it is his mission, he calls the shots.

Zuko is upset that his father doesn't love him? Why not tell him that Ozai DOES love him, and that's why he banished him? There's no way this could backfi- WHY WON'T ZUKO LISTEN TO HIM? WHY IS HE BELIEVING AZULA'S OBVIOUS LIE THAT OZAI WANTS HIM HOME?

But then we have the chain of events that make Iroh snap out of it: Zhao tries to kill Zuko, then kills the moon, and, finally, Ozai sends Azula to capture them.

Nearly losing someone he loved again, having his nation do something ungodly dangerous and stupid just to win more power, and then being actively hunted down forces Iroh to wake up and be the Dragon Of The West again.

But he did not heal. He did not change his mentality. He never understood just how horrible of a situation he was put in by his father - and that he is essentially giving into Ozai's game, in which they use Zuko and Azula as a way to hurt each other.

And we have the final piece of this puzzle: Azula is now, officially, his and Zuko's enemy. She is Ozai's heir, is trying to capture them, and her goals are to help the Fire Nation win the war - something Iroh can no longer accept.

He changed sides, but in his mind it is still "Us VS Them", and Azula now happens to be on the side of "Them." She is a soldier of the enemy, and can rival Iroh's chosen heir.

She is in the way, and in a war, people like Iroh are expected to either capture or kill "obstacles" like her. So, he does that, and expects Zuko to do the same, for his own good, because this is war, and if they don't win, they'll be at Ozai's mercy - and we know he doesn't have much of it to offer.

She is also someone who is going against what is "right." She is rebelling against her uncle and true Fire Lord, as well as her older brother and future ruler. They are above her in the Fire Nation's laws and social hierarchy in every way (status, age, gender, etc), and yet she is supporting a traitor who stole the Fire Lord's throne. She needs to be reminded of her place, and she can either accept that or deal with the consequences.

It never occurs to Iroh that it doesn't have to be this way, because this is all he has ever known.

[osamusbigtits]

kiyoomi watches as atsumu's niece, kanako, pick up a chip from the ground and put it into her mouth. he shudders. why did atsumu agree to watch the grubby little girl and then just leave kiyoomi with her?

okay, he didn't just leave. he's going to get food for them and he knows kiyoomi hates going to pick up food. so he's stuck with the kid.

"omi," the little girl says. she's cute, kiyoomi will give her that. she's definitely a miya- she's got the chubby cheeks and demanding nature.

"what's up?" kiyoomi sits in front of her. she's got a few toys spread around her. he can play with grubby legos, right? he'll be able to wash his hands after. it's fine.

"omi omi omi." oh, she's babbling. right, she's just learning how to talk.

"kiyoomi," kiyoomi says slowly, sounding it out for her. he repeats it a couple times. she stares at him, wide-eyed.

"k-omi." well, at least she got the k sound.

"close enough." kiyoomi pushes a few legos toward her and she starts playing. "we're going to wash our hands when uncle tsumu comes back with food, aren't we?"

"susu," she says while throwing a lego at the ground. kiyoomi smiles. he hopes that little nickname stays.

"yeah, uncle susu."

kiyoomi starts putting some legos together. a little car for her to push around for a little bit.

the door opens. "I'm home!" atsumu calls out.

"susu!" kanako calls out.

atsumu takes off his shoes and sets the bags of food on the table. kanako's already reaching out for atsumu when he finally picks her up. "my favorite little niece. how i missed you." atsumu kisses her face a bunch of times.

kiyoomi stands up and waits patiently for his kiss.

atsumu leans forward, kanako still in his arms, and kisses kiyoomi. "I missed you, too."

"I'm sure you did." kiyoomi looks at kanako and pinches her cheeks. "let's go wash our hands now."

they get their hands washed and food set out. kanako's pretty good with eating by herself, not really a shock considering who her dad is. kiyoomi keeps a close eye on her since atsumu tends to only care about food.

"samu's gonna be working a little later than expected tonight, by the way. he called me while I was out," atsumu says.

kiyoomi wipes some sauce off of kanako's chin. "okay. is everything alright?"

atsumu watches kiyoomi. "yeah. just short an employee today."

"eat some veggies, sweetie," kiyoomi says softly.

kanako pouts. "no!"

"just one? if you don't like it you can spit it out," kiyoomi suggests.

kanako looks at kiyoomi for a moment and then opens her mouth. kiyoomi uses her chopsticks to place a piece of broccoli in her mouth. she chews and swallows, then grabs her chopsticks to grabs another piece.

"there you go," kiyoomi encourages.

"omi," atsumu says and kiyoomi looks over at atsumu.

"k-omi!" kanako interjects.

"I am so in love with you," atsumu says, he has such a soft, fond look in his eyes.

"I am just getting your neice to eat."

"samu can't even get her to eat veggies!"

"dada!"

kiyoomi rolls his eyes. "can you eat a little bit more food, sweetie?"

kanako goes back to eating, a bright smile on her face. she doesn't get her pickiness from osamu, but she gets her love of food from him. there's no doubt there.

"you're a miracle with kids," atsumu continues.

"are you trying to tell me something?" kiyoomi raises an eyebrow at atsumu.

atsumu blushes and looks away.

kiyoomi stands up and picks kanako up. "I'm gonna get her cleaned up. you can clean dinner up."

"yeah, fine. we're continuing this conversation later."

"you're the one who stopped it," kiyoomi says as he walks away. "right, kanako? uncle susu is so silly." kanako giggles.

[nessa007]

ppl who said Ryan was "too old" are about to be proved wrong by that box office $$$$$ he's about to rake in. he's hilarious and perfect for this role. and also gorgeous??? A TRUE BEAUTY KEN. "I saw a ken face down in the mud and texted Greta a pic with I must tell this man's tale" xD also there's never a person (until RECENTLY) saying the female actors aren't cast old enough (I'm not taking about Margo). The viral moment a little while ago was when Emmy Rossum was cast as Tom Holland's mom (and it's only because it's Tom hype it was noticed, I love him but still this has been happening since cinema has existed) she's only ten years older than him. That just happened in a Jessica Chastain movie like two years ago and no one said anything. My neices were watching a utube soap and I kid you not the "mom" was the SAME AGE. It's every movie; every show. I'm so happy Halle was cast as Ariel - appropriate age!!! I understand productions cast older teens/young adults rather than kids because then they can cut corners with union rights/demands like kids needing more breaks and parents on sets and like... basic human decency. also shows like R!verdale have teens sleeping together every weeek and sexy shots yada yada that actual teens WOULD NOT be permitted to do in filming (thank god they have intimacy coordinators now FINALLY). I forget who pointed it out, but you never see a news woman with grey hair. On a man it's distinguished on a woman it's ugly or she's a crone. I'll watch movies where they cast a 30 something woman and make her 50 by graying her hair. Like wtf? Anytime I'm watching a high school scene with a friend I say "none of those people are high schoolers". I'm an actor who's repeatedly told I AM LUCKY MY FACE LOOKS YOUNGER THAN I AM. This is going to last me about what 3 years? 2? I was just basically let go from a gig because FB feedback on photos were I looked "too old" for a character and it was because our boss was casting TEENAGERS illegally so yeah, of course I'm going to look about 80 years old (at 31) next to a 13 year old. She said "we're going to cast you as older roles" yeah we NEVER get requests for those. I wonder why. Okay, sorry for the rant... These reasons are why I'm so happy for Ryan. Prove the haters wrong and hopefully more light is shed on this too old/too young/ageism issue as a whole. Perfect moments and the movie hasn't even come out: THE JUST KEN SONG I DIDN'T KNOW WOULD HAPPEN JUST DROPPED?!

He thought of the KEN underwear!!

he's not afraid to poke fun at himself, wear pink a whole movie and funny outfits and dye his hair - so many "action movie" macho men actors would NEVER. this is the same guy from Blade Runner, Drive, The Gray Man (lol for their shoutout to his Ken)

the tassel shaking, "I'll need clicky pen", the changing scenery and outfits montage, rock paper scissors, crossing his fingers when he asks barbie if he can come over xD EVERY MOMENT IS PERFECT.

yeah, sadly ageism is always gonna be a thing with hollywood and especially for women.

i don’t care how old ryan is, he is PERFECT in this role and that’s just judging from the few clips and trailers released. i love seeing all the early reviews saying this will be the role he is remembered for and he steals every scene he’s in 👏👏👏 i’m so excited to see the movie, especially for ryan !!!

[lostwithspace]

@galranrepard

@lostwithspace "I see...still impressive though." Danika watched Rio's expressions. She wondered of how so many blade members were not as active as she was. The blue, white, and red galra had spent most of her life raised to fight for the cause. She couldn't imagine living a life that was different from her own. "True, and I'd like that." She actually smiled when Rio invited her to come hang out when the fellow blade wasn't busy. Danika wasn't used to letting her guard down so to speak nor socializing with many blade members that weren't busy doing training or on missions outside of her own path. Danika did pause almost spitting out her drink when Rio talked about Kolivan. She composed herself with a polite cough before setting down her now empty glass of golden apple. "I...well...Kolivan is actually my uncle so I've been raised under him pretty much all my life. My parents died on one of their missions when I was a child so Kolivan became more of less a second father to me. Most of the veteran blades like Ulaz, Thace, and Antok raised me as well. They were like family, and still are even though they've all passed on by now..." She looked down feeling vulnerable telling someone that she just met about her upbringing. Rio was kind and Danika wanted to not push him away. "So..." She looked back up after a minute over to the droid on the counter. "...I see you like tinkering with droids? What are you planning to do with this one?" Danika asked curiously. The fellow blade keeping a time still on how long she can talk before heading back to the bridge.

Chuckling into his own glass at the reaction, Rio pushed forward some napkins and moved to pour some more of the juice into Danika's cup. His natural experience dealing as a bartender already having the container back in the fridge before his visitor recovered to speak. It was then his turn to be caught off guard as he went to sit down across the table and almost missed sitting in the chair.

"I- I see." Rio stammered, fixing himself proper into the seat. He was caught between the revelation about his fellow Blades' lineage, and her confession of the loss of her family. He should do something, right? She looked sad, but she was also a close relative of the head of the entire organization. You're supposed to offer comfort, at least in these closer social situations, but to someone of her status? She was a Blade...

He raised his hand towards Danika's shoulder, to offer comfort, but hovered there unsure. When her head suddenly came up and looked towards the workstation area before he could reach out, Rio flinched back.

"Huh? Oh, that's Torval." He got up and went over to the workbench, getting away from the social awkwardness swarming his head. Kolivan's neice?

"They're a bit of a project. I've been upgrading his mechanics to be able to resist a lot more, and be able to operate in the vacuum of space. Help to do repairs on the outside when we're in flight, and could have more power under it versus my smaller spider droids."

At the mention, he tapped on the desk behind him, and a small sphere the size of a small grapefruit unfolded itself. Turning itself over, it crawled up and over to the outstretched hand and climbed up to his shoulder. Petting it on it's sensor head, he turned back at the multi-hued galra with a grin.

"More than a hobby, but doesn't quite pay the bills. You have any skill with a toolkit?"

[gordonfreemansphysicsdegree]

heeheehoo ... headcanon masterpost[?]

i wish i knew how to do that 'keep on reading' thing . if i did then it would be here

also ask me about my other headcanons i can elaborate better when im asked things

[misc headcanons] the science team clicked so well because of them all having been experimented on by black mesa, because of this they became extremely close extremely fast none of them are neurotypical im sorry Heights (ascending order): coomer, benery, darnold, tommy, frozen, bubby, gordon Coomer and bubby are married dude fucking trust me

[gordon headcanons]

6’5’’, chubby-muscular he/they pronouns, transgender man bisexual Chews nails. Very bad habit but he cant help it Hes autistic dude trust me im right struggles with expressing his emotions VERY mixed feelings on benery, thinks hes.. Fine?? Theyre also roomates after black mesa (he has a crush but hes not over everything shh shhhhhhhh) Loves the rest of the science team + other 2 though :D  Tommys his favourite dont tell anyone shhhhh Sees coomer as a parental figure Love language is physical touch, though they freaks out if its unexpected [i saw this headcanon from @artflameball and i thought it was wonderful] hes like a horse. easily startled

[benery headcanons]

6’ 7’’, muscular (on the basis that hes a guard) [[7 ft on occasions.]] he/it . what the fuck Unlabelled Weird alien guy from xen, got experimented on  SEVERE LACK OF SOCIAL SKILLS. Screams at cats . people think cats can understand him Can sing the entirety of the gummy bear album Snorts milk It cant count past 7 , not because hes not smart enough, it just doesnt want to Madly in love with gordon . wants to kiss him on the mouth a little bit . also his roomate Best friends with bubby and tommy Gaming buddies with darnold Once punched frozen really hard in the face simply because he thought it was funny. Adoptive siblings

[tommy headcanons]

6’ 0’’ he/she, doesn’t mind any pronouns, unlabelled gender Pansexual :) Once ate a can because benery dared him to Grew up at black mesa, so it gave him a lot of time to read everything Made friends with benery while he was in capture  Full of autism, her special interest is soda and everything to do with it He can play the violin!! Coomer taught him Basically coomers and bubbys adopted nephew/neice But also still gmans kid.  Benerys best friend  Often infodumps to darnold about soda, darnold loves it Has regular beyblade battles with forzen

[coomer headcanons]

5’ 8’’ he/him , transmasc bisexual, slight male lean Literally a fucking cyborg. His arms and legs are made out of metal Wires get snagged on things a lot of the time Probably listens to like queen Has set ‘voice lines’ for himself  Can play the violin!!! Taught tommy to do so Lifts weights , has absolutely suplexed benrey before Married to bubby shut the fuck up . bubby helps him cope with his exstestencial dread Often took bubby out to see the stars while he was still being experimented on Basically tommys mom , makes him dinosaur sandwiches :) Hes just like me 

[bubby headcanons]

6’ 4’’ he/it/star . agender Fuck if he knows what his sexuality is hes busy The ultimate lifeform. Only got released from its tube recently Has to fix coomers arms and legs on a regular basis because stars the only one who knows robotics Loves fire. Pyrokenesis. he has a lighter with him at all times, it doesnt work Really really likes spinning tops. Thinks theyre really entertaining Coomer taking him out to see the stars shaped how he views the sky and how much it loves space Beats up people if theyre mean to tommy ever Eats inedible objects simply because he wants to

darnold and forzen will come. eventually. i dont have many headcanons for them as of rn

[am0ng-us-sus]

How Sakine came into the family-a short fic

Tw: Death mentioned frequently,eating disorder referenced once near the end of the fic. I used Google Translate for all the Spanish,so I apologise if it's inaccurate...

It was a Saturday in mid summer,sometime in June. Meiko was watching some television while Luka was listening to a podcast and washing some dishes.

Meiko heard her phone ring suddenly. Muting the tv,she answered it.

'Hello? Oh,hey,Mom!'

Meiko's expression changed to one of shock and sadness,her face going pale as she felt tears in her eyes.

'O-okay,thank you for letting me know,love you,too...'

Meiko hung up the phone and set it on the coffee table.

Luka noticed her partner's expression and pressed the pause button on her podcast,drying her hands and walking over to sit next to the taller woman.

'Hey,what happend?'

She asked softly,gently rubbing her girlfriend's back. Tears started running down Meiko's cheeks and Luka hugged her as she sobbed quietly. After a few minutes,Meiko pulled away from Luka and looked her in the eyes.

'Lu...my sister...she-she got into a car accident...she and her husband...neither of them made it...my Mother just called me and let me know...first my dad and now this...' Meiko said quietly.

'Mei...I'm so sorry...I know it's hard...whatever you need,I'll be here for you.' Respond Luka

Meiko looked like she wanted to say something,but didn't have the confidence to do so.

'What's wrong? Is there something you need to tell me? Whatever it is,I'll help you with it.'

Meiko took a moment before speaking again

'She...she was a mother,Luka. She had a daughter. Around Miku's age...And I promised her that if anything happened to her,I'd take care of her daughter. I know this is sudden,but nobody else in my family is suitable to take her,and she'll go to an orphanage if nobody can care for her. I don't want that,she deserves parents. I want to adopt her,I know this is out of the blue and I know you're probably not ready to adopt a kid and I know that you might want to leave me because this is something I have to do and maybe you don't want to be a part of this and that's okay I know this is crazy,I know this is all happening at once,and I'm fine with that,I can go live somewhere else it's fine,you can stay in the apartment it's fine I'm sorry and-'

'Woah,hey,hey,it's okay,breathe... I'm not going to leave you,I would never. You're the most important person in the world to me. I'd be happy to adopt your neice,I agree,she deserves parents.'

Luka reached out and wiped the tears off of Meiko's cheeks before pulling her into another hug.

'The funeral is on Tuesday,we can pick her up there...' Said Meiko quietly.

'Is there any paperwork we need to fill out?'

'...A little bit,but everything was arranged when my neice was born,so not too much.'

'So you've been walking around with the title 'Godmother' for all this time? Not a bad title to have,it sounds badass.' Said Luka,trying to brighten up the situation a bit.

'Yeah,I suppose so...' The brunette responded with a small chuckle

'Luka?'

'Yes,my love?'

'...Thank you...for being okay with this...'

'Of course,Mei.'

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Tuesday;day of the feuneral

The couple left around 10:00 am,as the church and cemetery were about an hour away,and the open cascet started around 11:30. By the time their car pulled into the parking lot of the large church,Meiko was asleep in the passenger seat,she always ended up asleep on long car rides. Luka gently shook her awake.

'...hm?? ¿qué?' Meiko looked slightly confused,as she always was after a nap.

'We're here,honey,wake up!' Said Luka softly.

'Ah,right...' Meiko and Luka exited the vehicle and walked up the short cement staircase to the large building. Once inside,Luka immediately felt like she stood out,the church was filled with people who all had brown and black hair,most also had a darker skin-tone similar to Meiko's,with only a few people who had colored hair or pale skin. It was rather interesting,as brown and black hair was a rather rare color in the Vocaloid universe,most people having brightly colored hair. (Brown/black hair is like the equivalent to red hair in the real world)

Luka also felt her anxiety kick in as soon as the two entered,and she grabbed onto Meiko's arm because although it was quiet in the church,there were still many people she didn't know and it was quite overwhelming. Meiko turned to look at Luka and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek.

'It's okay,everyone here is nice,they'll love to meet you.'

Luka nodded and the two walked farther into the church. Meiko spotted her mother chatting with a group of people who unsurprisingly,all looked like variations of Meiko.

The two walked over to the group and Meiko greeted them with a soft 'hello' as the group all turned to look at the two. More specifically,Luka,as most of them had never seen her before. (Meiko's mother being the only one who knew her) Luka held onto Meiko's arm a bit tighter,keeping close to her partner's side. This pulled Meiko out of the solemn conversation she was having with her mother.

'Ah,right. This is my girlfriend Luka,everyone.' Meiko said quietly.

'This is the Luka I've heard so much about?' Said a man who looked to be around twenty-five or thirty. He held out his hand for Luka to shake but Luka was frozen at the moment.

'Not much of a people's person,huh...' He said,putting his hand down.

Meiko sighed.

'Lu,this is Isaac,my cousin.'

Luka hummed softly in response.

Suddenly,children ran through the circle of people and Isaac said calmly

'Now,kids,this is a church,this is no way to behave.'

'Sorry,Uncle Isaac...' The small children said in unison before walking away.

Luka started to feel a little more comfortable as the group picked up on their quiet conversation about Meiko's sister and brother-in-law,though she still kept quiet.

Meiko's mother was taking the loss really hard,with her husband dying only a year prior.

'Mom,is she here yet?' Asked Meiko,referring to her neice.

'No,Leo is driving her and you know how late he can be sometimes...' Said the tired old woman. Meiko nodded.

'I'm going to go find Layla,is she here yet?'

'Yeah...but she's taking this pretty hard...' Said the woman standing next to Isaac.

'I can imagine,Lucy was like a literal part of her...' Said Meiko sadly,before she and Luka turned to go look for this 'Layla' person.

As they walked away,Luka looked up at her partner's solemn face.

'Honey...who's Layla?'

'She was my sister Lucy's identical twin. They spent every day together as kids and as you can imagine,this is hitting her really hard. I can't really explain or understand it because I don't have a twin,but I can't imagine how horrible it feels to have a part of your soul ripped away in a sense...' She said somberly.

Luka thought about how close the Kagamines were and how one of them would react if the other all of a sudden disappeared and it almost made Luka cry. The Kagamines were connected in such a strong way,and you couldn't have one without the other. They were like fire and ice,thunder and lightning,right and left. Without one,how can you be sure that the other even exists at all?

Eventually,Meiko stopped,pulling Luka out of her thoughts. She looked onwards at a woman who was sitting alone in one of the church pews,she had her head in her hands and was almost motionless. Meiko sat next to her,Luka sitting awkwardly next to her partner.

'Hey,Layla.'

The woman looked up at Meiko,who had spoken,and threw herself into her younger sister's arms,sobbing loudly.

'Oye, está bien, hermana... I know it's hard...'

'Se ha ido... mi gemela... era parte de mí... No sé cómo voy a vivir sin ella...'

'Lo sé... Respira, Layla, respira, todo va a estar bien. I'm here for you...'

Luka didn't know what to do or say,so she sat there awkwardly,playing with the strands of long pink hair that were brushed over the front of her left shoulder. It was then that a dog walked past the pew,it was a white Lab and looked at her curiously,two sets of pale blue eyes staring back at each-other.

Luka got up and walked over to the dog,reaching out a hand to it. It sniffed Luka's hand before giving it a lick,sensing that the woman was harmless. It rolled onto it's back playfully and Luka happy knelt down to give it a belly rub. The dog perked up when it heard the voices of children approaching,the kids from before were heading towards Luka and the dog,exited to see the animal. The dog rolled onto his stomach and got up to greet the kids. Luka followed the Lab and happily played with the dog and the kids. Meiko was watching the scene with a soft smile while rubbing her sister's back gently.

A man then came rushing to the dog,several other children following him.

'Bandit! Get back here,you naughty boy!' Said the man. The kids behind him giggling.

The man hooked a leash onto the dog's bright red collar and sighed before turning to the kids behind him.

'You three need to stop letting Bandit off of his leash,I know you guys do it on purpose to mess with me... We are at a feuneral,try to behave yourselves...' He said tiredly.

'Sorry,papa!' They all said,still giggling.

Luka got up and observed as a woman with dark green hair walked up next to the man.

'Honey,I told you to leave him at home...'

The man sighed.

'I know,but the kids snuck him into the car!'

Luka watched with curiosity as the family bickered and the kids continued to play with the dog.

Meiko mumbled softly to her sister before getting up and walking over.

'Ah,hello,Leo. Late as always...' She said.

'What's up,Meiko! Haven't seen you in a while!'

'Ah,you're awfully cheerful despite being at our sister's feuneral.' She said,slightly annoyed.

'Sorry,little sis...I'm trying to brighten the mood a bit...' He mumbled.

'Anyways,I see you've met mi amor. This is Luka.' Meiko said.

'Mei,I didn't know you were married! Why didn't you invite me?' He said jokingly.

'Married?'

Said Luka quietly,feeling her face go red.

'Leo,we're not married...yet...'

'Yet?' Luka squeaked

'You heard me,Amor~'

Luka covered her face attempting to hide her flushed cheeks.

'Anyways,Leo. Where's Sakine?' Asked Meiko.

'Ah,right...uhh...she's here somewhere...'

'Ay,Dios mío,you lost her?' Said Meiko,pinching the bridge of her nose.

'Heh...sorry,sis...'

'I would smack you but out of respect for the dead,I'm going to refrain from doing so today...'

The woman standing next to Leo spoke up

'I told her to wait in the pew near the enterence for you two to pick her up.'

'Thanks,Aoi...' Said Meiko.

'No problem,Mei.' The woman responded.

Meiko grabbed Luka's hand and the two started walking towards the enterence. Once they arrived there,the couple spotted a young girl sitting by herself. Luka was shocked. Everyone here directly related to her partner looked similar to Meiko in some way,but this young girl looked almost like a carbon copy of Meiko,looking exactly how her partner had when she was that age. The girl had short brown hair that was a few shades lighter than Meiko's,and their faces looked almost exactly the same. The girl's brown eyes looked up at the two as they approached,Luka didn't even know this girl's name yet,but the sadness in her eyes broke her heart. Both of her parents had just died and she was definitely having a hard time processing what was going on. Meiko sat down next to the girl.

'Hey,there,Sakine. This is Luka,she's my girlfriend,I know you haven't met her yet but I'm sure you two will get along wonderfully!'

'Hey there,Sakine,was it? I'm Megurine Luka! Nice to meet you!' She said softly.

The girl simply looked at Luka coldly before burying her face into Meiko's side,wrapping her arms around her aunt. Luka looked at Meiko with confusion. Meiko gave her a look that read 'give her some time'.

'Hey,do you want to go up and see mommy and daddy one last time before they bury them?' Meiko asked.

The girl nodded and her and Meiko got up,the girl taking her aunt's hand. Meiko guided her out of the pew,placing her other hand on Luka's back as the three walked up to the altar and over to the cascet. The family had decided to bury the two together in one large cascet,as they had died holding hands. Sakine whimpered slightly as tears began to roll down her cheeks. She fortunately hadn't been in the car at the time,but getting the news still hit her harder than the car that rammed into her parents ever could. Meiko rubbed the girl's back as she too cried quietly. Luka took her partner's free hand in hers,gently rubbing the back of her hand with her thumb,using her other hand to comb through Meiko's hair. She saw Sakine give her another cold look upon performing these actions. Luka tried to ignore it,and eventually,the girl went back to looking into the cascet.

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Burial;same day,1:00 pm

After a few hours,everyone headed to the cemetery,which was located next to the church. The burial was quick,taking about 45 minutes before everyone departed. The couple headed to the car,Sakine getting in the backseat.

'Before we head home,we're going to stop by Sakine's old house and pick up her stuff.' Said Meiko.

'Oh,alright. Do you have your stuff packed already,Sakine?' Asked Luka.

The girl simply nodded and Meiko put the directions into the gps app on her phone and the car drove off.

Once they arrived,Meiko and Luka helped Sakine get her things into the car,she had only packed her cloths and her most valuable possessions,once the rest of her family stopped to get her parent's things,they would grab the rest of her stuff and bring it to the apartment.

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LukMei's apartment; 10:30pm,two days later

It had been a few days sense the couple had gotten the girl set up in the spare room,and she was supposedly asleep on the air-mattress they had set up in there. But Sakine needed to use the bathroom,and in the hallway,she overheard the adults talking.

I don't think she likes me,Mei...

Give her some time,Cariño,She's still getting over the loss.

Did I say something wrong? Was it something I did? Did I offend her somehow?

...This is just her way of coping with something sad. She closes herself off from new people. It's not something physical,that you can stop,like how I tend to overeat as a coping mechanism. The best you can do is wait for her to open up again. I'm sure she loves you. You're a good person.

(LukaMei pov)

Luka sighed. The two were sitting on the couch,Luka was leaning into Meiko,resting her head on her girlfriend's shoulder.

'But Mei...she seems...jealous... Did you see the look she gave me when I gave you a kiss goodbye before I went grocery shopping the other day?'

Meiko didn't respond,because truthfully,she had seen it.

'I know that nobody likes me but does she have to rub it in?'

'Lu,don't say that,lots of people like you. You may not feel like they do,but that's just your mind talking. It's all in your head,honey. If nobody liked you,then you wouldn't be in our band,would you? And I wouldn't even be here right now if that was true.'

Luka sighed.

'But she seems like she genuinely hates me...she doesn't even use my name,she just calls me 'Megurine'. Does that seem like love to you?'

Meiko noticed that Luka was starting to cry. She genuinely did want Sakine to like her. Meiko put a hand on Luka's cheek and turned her head to face her. She gave her a gentle kiss before wiping her tears away.

'It's late,we'll pick this up tomorrow,okay?'

Meiko helped Luka up and the two were heading to their room when they saw the silhouette of Sakine standing in the hallway. Luka avoided eye contact with the girl.

'Do you need something,sweetie?' Asked Meiko.

Sakine slowly walked forwards keeping her head down as she approached the two. She stopped in front of Luka and stood there for a moment before wrapping her arms around the slightly taller woman in a hug. Luka was shocked and Meiko honestly was a little surprised,too. Luka returned the hug,though she was a little confused about the sudden attitude change

'I-I do love you...L-Luka...' Sakine said quietly,resting her chin on Luka's shoulder.

'I-I'm sorry...I'm a bad person...' She mumbled quetly.

'Sakine,you're not a bad person...' Luka stated.

'You're not a bad person okay?

You're my daughter.'

[k-laconia-bug1]

Here's a lovely little blurt of a fic I did

Stranger things/Mcu crossover

Steve nervously chuckled as he heard lighting strike down in the upside down with a gut feeling and a trickle of old fear.

"Steve?, Big boy you good there?" Eddie mutters as he placed a hand on Steve shoulder.

"I didn't realize that lighting is in the upside down" Steve mutters pale in fear.. Eddie quirked an eyebrow "Steve the hair Harrington is scared of a little lighting but not a demobat?"

Steve cringes "It's not the lighting I'm scared of its-"

"BROTHAH LOKI, HOW ARE YOU!?!" Thor bellows from behind them "Oh Sh**" Eddie jumps in the air as Steve takes a painful sigh of despair

"Brother Thor you big oaf how are you?" He smiled awkwardly "BROTHER YOU DID NOT DIE! AGAIN!" Thor responses just as jolly as before

Thor traps Steve in bear hug of the century

"LOKI BROTHER WHAT ARE YOU DOING BE CALLED THE NAME THAT THE SON OF ROGERS HAS?" Steve/Loki cringed more as Thor had yelled in his ear

"Brother I get we are outside but I'm right next to you use your inside voice" Steve paused "And are you alright Munson?" Eddie was dumbfounded staring at Harrington who name was apparently Loki and his brother Thor and- wait a minute were they the Loki and Thor from the news?

"What the F***" Eddie said completely lost puppy eyed "Harrington! Steve I- Your name is Loki?"

Loki/Steve smirked "vulgar language Munson.." Loki smirk turned flirty "I quite like that in man"

Eddie face turned a million different shades of red in the matter of seconds "Harrington!" Eddie yelled taken aback by Steve personality change

Thor ever the one to be confused and surprisingly lowered his voice and let go of Loki "Brother? What are your pronouns today?"

Loki smiled turning away from Eddie "Ah, Thank you Thor it's He/Him today" Eddie confused but Excited "Your lgbtq? Steve- Sorry Loki?"

"Indeed Eddie I am.. We should hurry along now the kids are by themselves who knows whay they'll get into without adults" Loki off handly says Thor still the Confused golden retriever God he is asks excited "Did I get more Neices and Nephews again?" Thor pauses before Loki could continue "LOKI TELL ME" Thor says in glee

Loki once again cringes at Thors volume and Eddie flinches at it "Yes and no Thor"

~le time skip~

After the trio arrived back to where the other were

"Steve, Eddie there you are" Dustin waved them down he paused his momment "And who's the Jock?" Loki smiled a little "The Jock is my brother Older one Dustin" Thor the excited puppy picks Dustin up to hug him "YOU ARE MY NEPHEW YES!?!" Dustin looked frazzled as this man he never met before today picked him up and hugged as he was an old friend he hasn't seen in awhile "What the f-"

"Henderson" Loki warned, Dustin quieted down "this is still a strange man Steve! Stranger Danger! I say STRANGER DANGER!"

Loki stiffled a snort of laugher as Eddie was still to confused to say anything

Max was staring up at Thor with a slight blush on her face "Maxine no" loki whispered to her max whipped her head around "Hey don't call me Maxine!" She Sassed

"AH BROTHER SHE HAS MASTERED THE ART OF YOUR SASS IS SHE MY NEICE!!" Thor said proudly

"Bloody hell Thor I told you inside voice!" Loki said irritated as he slapped the back of the head Thor turned towards loki sad still holding Dustin mind you "Sorry brother" Thor muttered sadly

Eddie is silently wondering back to earlier still when Loki flirted with him he was still a little red thinking about it. Loki as if on que looked towards him and winked turning Eddie a brighter red before turning back to his brother and saving Dustin "you know brother Robin here is a lesbain you should set her up with someone from home"

Loki says cheerful

Robin's eyes widen "Steve! You know I like Vickey"

Loki stares at Robin "Your to good for her Buckley besides Vickey is tone deaf" Loki turns back to Thor as he set Dustin down and targeted Robin with a bear hug "If she breaths! She's a queen! Daughter of Robin! But if you are worthy of being my brothers friend I shall find you the best match!" Robin looks at Thor before turning to Steve "oh my gods your brother is a puppy"

Loki nods as in agreement before he tilts his head and snaps his fingers as he gender shifts into that of a women's "Brother my pronouns are now she/her" Loki said in a feminine voice

Loki had given up on hiding his powers now.

Thor nods serious "OF COURSE SISTER!"

Loki smiled happy of an accepting brother

And poor Eddie is going through many bi panics well more like Loki sexual panics

[melancholybliss92]

I'm so excited !! I will be going to look at a house next year. It's not available on the market yet until the 16th. I am set on this house because of the area so I will wait to see what it looks like inside. I am set on it so I'm really hoping it's not a fucked up house. Whether I'm in a relationship or not I will have my OWN house. Unlike them homeless hoes that seek a relationship to have a place to stay. Or that stupid fat Italian bitch the crazy 40 yr old was with . If he wanted to be with her, he would have stopped her from moving when she was In philly. And also when she moved and he came to visit for 2 weeks . He would have rented an apartment already to prove he serious. I looked up rent in kansas its cheaper than philly. She know she ugly as fuck and she in denial and making herself sound like she's wanted. And also he tried to string me along saying stay with him in the current house for 5 years so when he sells it he makes more money to buy a bigger house. I'm already seeing alot red flags with him and his stupid ass homeless hoe family. Hes not speaking up for me .The sister and husband is unstable welcoming more runaway homeless bitches and then lying and making corny post to make them look good . That's the only bitch her fat son can get. A homeless hoe that is submissive because the min she argue with them she will be kicked out. They all liars and hoes looking to breed and get married so they have a place to stay .they said her family is rich, own properties, own a nail salon etc. but why is the bitch inside a fat dudes parents house to this day. If they are so rich why don't they get her an apartment or give her a house. Why does she have to park and stay in someone else's house for 2 years . They fronting and lying . I don't like people who ask about me behind my back, spying on me out of jealousy, making snide comments about my business but their shit stinks. and then hyping an actual loser bitch up. Her actions speak for herself and his neice is still homeless in her moms basement. I see why they both best friends. Two corny homeless bitches go hand in hand . Trust me , if her family is rich. They will never ever let her stay in some fat dudes parents house in the hood. They will make sure she goes to college and she has a place to stay. I don't lie like that and I don't need to hide my business . I'm praying if my realtor can check for an earlier date. The faster I get out the faster i feel like im free with my own space. I know the ugly ass fat bitch in kansas is jealous because i look better and is smarter she waiting for the relationship to end. He still has pics of me and him on fb. He can either apologize to me or be alone in his small piece of shit house. U can be in a relationship with other people and visit them from your own house. I'm done living with another piece of shit. It's all types of issues when one isn't working and doesn't have a life and their family is jealous of u and he's not speaking up. I didn't ask him for money back in early August 2020. This was before I even pass my exam and got thus job. We both decided he goes back to his mom's house to play his stupid league of legend game. The man downstairs didn't make any noise at that time because I wasn't really working. The man downstairs is another one of them welfare disability people that doesn't work they stalk u all day and watch your routine. I stopped talking to him at night for only one week. He hurried up and came back right away to open another internet in my apartment . Thats on him . He's crazy . If he didn't open internet in my house, I already have Comcast. We wouldn't see each other or argue. If I don't get that house I'm going to see then I will be really sad. But I don't know yet. Gotta wait till it hits the market .