#oh. so they’re sleeping together. this is the only option for these two. and we weren’t! but it was still really funny

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Ok so life update I fly back for break Friday and I’ve got 3 total assignments left 2 of them being finals and I don’t get to come back until the 5th🫠

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Not A Verstappen: Gridlocked {5}

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!driver!reader x Lando Norris Summary: Max arrives at the wrong time and everything goes to hell. Warnings: 18+ only, angst WC: 2.3k F1 Masterlist NAV: Sibling Rivalry One || Two || Three NAV: Gridlocked One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six

The door opening might as well have been a punch to your gut. You had seen Lando lose, you had seen him cry, but you had never seen him defeated.

“Lan,” you whispered in the silence as you rose from the couch where you had been curled up in Charles’ arms, “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking, it was an accident.”

The backpack hanging from his sagging shoulders slipped and thudded to the floor as he saw the suitcase waiting beside the door. “So this is how it is, go public and kick me out?”

“Lando, no.” You closed the distance and crashed into his chest but his arms didn’t return the embrace as you looked up to see the tears in his eyes.

“They’re mine, mon cher,” Charles said as he wrapped his arms around the both of you and kissed Lando’s temple. Lando closed his eyes at the soft touch of Charles’ lips and a tear squeezed free, squeezing your heart at the same time. “I thought you might want the night together after what happened.”

Lando fisted his hand in Charles' shirt to stop him from stepping any further away and tugged him back. Their lips collided with desperate need and you melted at the sight of their tongues fighting for dominance until Lando won. Charles sank into his embrace and moaned when Lando combed his fingers through his hair before they parted breathless. “You’re not leaving right now are you?”

Charles chuckled softly and shrugged. “I’m sure I can be convinced to stay for a little while.”

You would usually try to go to bed early before a race but this wasn’t a normal night. It was already late by the time Charles left for the empty room booked in his name down the hall, next to the empty one of Lando’s, for appearances sake. There was still no chance of sleep yet, not while Lando lay awake and staring at the patterns on the ceiling.

He had been a little rougher as his emotions got the better of him, not enough to hurt you or Charles, but enough to know there was a discussion needed about the new situation. Since Charles left he had been quiet, retreating back into himself the longer he lay there.

“Babe, we need to talk.”

His rising chest stopped as his eyes darted your way. “I hate those words. They are never followed by anything good.”

“They’re just words, not good or bad,” you pointed out but he just looked away with a huff of air through his nostrils. “What do you think we should do?”

“About what?” He turned and propped himself up on his elbow as he traced a fingertip along your curves. “About how my boyfriend and my girlfriend get to have a normal relationship in public, go out on dates, hold hands, kiss? About how I have to play third wheel, a friend tagging along?” He flopped back down and slung an arm across his eyes. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“There are other options. We could say we went on a date but it’s nothing serious, no label, be more careful and let the heat die down. Not everyone who kisses has to be in a relationship.”

“If you say you aren’t dating him then the tabloids will call you a slut, that’s how they work,” he muttered.

“I don’t care what they call me, they’ve called me a bitch for most of my career.”

“But I care! I hate how you are treated by the male reporters, how everyone holds you to different standards.”

“It wasn’t all that long ago when you were one of those people too,” you reminded him. “You treated me differently to your guy friends.”

“Not because you were a girl,” he groaned as he pinched your hip. “That was because I was in love with you.”

You quirked an eyebrow up and poked him in the chest. “Was?”

“Am, always,” he corrected with a laugh before he sighed. “I feel like I’ll be forgotten.”

“Oh, Lando…” You pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips. “This only works because of the three of us. Without you, we wouldn’t be complete. I wouldn’t be complete.”

His face softened at the reassuring words and his hands ran up your body to cup your face, pulling you down to meet his. “Promise me,” he whispered against your lips.

Taking one of his hands you held his forefinger and crossed it over your heart. “I promise. You won’t ever be forgotten.”

Cradling you to his chest, he wrapped his arms around you and yawned as the exhausting day came to a close. “What do you think Charles is doing?”

You snorted a laugh. “Probably sitting on an ice pack.”

“I wasn’t that bad, was I?” Lando asked as he bit his lip.

“I don’t think our Charles has ever really been spanked, he might feel it in the morning,” you giggled. “He knows you would have stopped the moment he asked to, but he didn’t, so it wasn’t too much for him.”

He relaxed under you and after a few minutes his breathing evened out as he fell asleep. You started to climb off him so you could lay on his arm but the moment you moved he woke up.

“You make a terrible weighted blanket,” he grumbled. “Stay still.”

Chuckling, you laid back down and made yourself comfortable, pulling the blankets up to settle in for the night. “Sweet dreams, my love.”

His sleepy mumblings were almost incoherent but you caught his reply with a smile as you drifted off too.

“Max?” You frowned as you opened the door expecting to find Charles returning for breakfast. “What do you want?”

“To talk,” he replied as he pushed the door open and walked in without an invitation.

You pulled the hotel robe tighter around your body and crossed your arms defensively. “There’s nothing to talk about.”

“He’s one of my best mates and you lied to me.”

“I never lied, I just didn’t tell you - because it’s none of your business what I do. And, it obviously didn’t affect your friendship.”

“Secrets are bad,” he stated like he was talking to Penelope and you felt your temper rise.

“I was a secret!” you hissed sharply. “I was a secret for ten fucking years, Max. Does that make me bad?”

“Why are you whispering?” Max narrowed his eyes at the bedroom door that was almost closed. “Is that bastard here? I'm going to kill him.”

“Max, don’t go in there.” He ignored your protest as he shoved the door open and tore the bedding away. “Max!”

Confusion hit Max like a slap to the face as he saw who it was asleep naked facedown in your bed. “Lando?”

Lando came awake suddenly, after managing to sleep through the noise it was the cold air that woke him. “Woah, what the…?”

“You’re fucking him too?” Max growled, turning away from Lando to look down his nose at you. Disappointed was set deep in his features as he shook his head. “You’re a whore, just like your mother.”

You didn’t even feel your fingers closing around the vase, you didn’t feel anything but the explosive need to make him regret his words. Max managed to dodge the vase as it flew across the room at him but porcelain shattered against the wall that your scream echoed off.

“Apologise now,” you demanded as you started to stalk your half brother around the bed. “My mother did nothing wrong! Jos may have cheated on your mum, but he royally fucked mine over.”

You didn’t hear the footsteps coming in, and you barely registered the arms that wrapped around you, the red sleeves bright against your white robe. All your focus was on Max and the sneer on his face that you wanted to slap right off. 

“Guess you’re more like Jos than you thought then,” Max snickered. “Let her go, Charles, prove once and for all that you are a Verstappen.”

“What the hell is going on?” Charles growled as he struggled to hold you back. “Lando…a little…help.”

Max frowned as he watched Lando rush to help keep you from reaching him, after tripping over the pair of boxers he was trying to pull on. “You’re not even going to ask why Lando was in her bed?”

“I would be more worried if he wasn’t, it’s where I left them,” Charles snapped impatiently. “Now get the fuck out of our room.”

Max swallowed as he digested the news and an array of emotions flitted across his face. “Where you left them…”

Lando cupped your face as he positioned himself between you and Max, talking softly as he tried to get your attention, “Look at me, love. Forget what he said, he’s wrong.”

“You’re nothing like Jos,” Charles reminded quietly in your ear, his lips brushing your neck as he spoke. 

You finally dragged your eyes away from Max and met Lando’s only to see the rage you showed outwardly suppressed deep in his blue eyes. Closing your eyes, you sagged in their arms and nodded as the fight left you as quickly as it came. It was only then that you realised the shaking wasn’t coming from you but Charles and Lando. They were using you as an anchor as much as you were clinging to them like a lifesaver.

“Go away,” you said to Max as Lando buried his face in the crook of your neck, his quiet murmurings promising you their friendship was over for what he called you. “Leave us alone.”

“But-”

“As far as I am concerned, I don’t have a father, and I don’t have a brother.” Your voice was steadier than you expected it to be but it was empty, cold and dead. “I have everything I need right here.”

Max could see there was no arguing with you, your mind was set and you were stubborn. Making his way out of the room he paused beside Lando, looking at his closest friends to see they were just as disappointed as he was, only theirs was aimed at him. “You’re throwing away a decade of friendship for her?”

Charles' arms tightened around you as his back stiffened at the question and you peeked up over your shoulder to see the sadness in his eyes. “You did that, mate, the moment you disrespected the woman we love.”

“Charles, you love every woman you date. My sister is just going to be another girl you get bored with and dump at the end of the season.” Max shook his head and made his way to the door only to stop as he reached for the doorknob. “I hope you really thought this through, zusje. What happens when one of them crashes, are you going to throw away a win just to check they are alright?”

“Yes.” It was an easy question to answer. “Some things are more important than winning, which just goes to show…I’m not a Verstappen.”

You left the circuit without taking the usual team celebration photo. You left the moment the podium celebration was finished. 

There had been no flood of excitement or adrenaline as you stood at the centre between Max and Lewis. You hadn’t even been able to shake your bottle of champagne to more than a fizz before taking a seat on the step and overlooking the crowd that cheered. You deserved the win, you worked hard for it, so why did you feel like shit? 

You had pushed recklessly, taking corners needlessly fast so you could stay ahead of Max. You had degraded the tires uncharacteristically quick with poor management. It wasn’t a clean win. It wasn’t won for the right reasons. You had wanted to humiliate Max and a 20 second lead was the only way you could do that. 

Spotting a disappointed Jos in the crowd, you lifted the bottle up to salute him before tipping it back with both hands and swallowing as much of the bubbly as you could before Calum intervened. He already had his hands full after collecting the Constructors trophy on behalf of Red Bull but he made room to take your bottle as well.

“Come on, Spitfire,” he said as he hooked an arm under yours and pulled you to your feet. “Another one for the collection.”

You forced a smile and traded your trophy for the bottle. “Can you take that down to the garage for me?”

“Sure. Where are you going?”

“Home.” Your eyes drifted to Max who was busy wiping away the confetti stuck to his hair. You had half expected him to tell everyone the truth but as the day wore on there was no breaking news or anything more than the photo of you and Charles kissing. 

“Wait, hold up, wait…” he called after you but you were already descending the stairs and weaving your way out the back of the motorhomes. You stopped by the empty Red Bull space just long enough to change your clothes and grab your bag but by the time you opened the door Charles and Lando were waiting outside your driver room.

“Need an escape, love?” Lando asked as he held up the key to the McLaren sports car he had been given for the weekend. “We can beat the traffic to the airport if we leave now. Anywhere you want in the world, baby.”

You pulled your phone out of your bag and turned it on to see all the unread messages but there was one you had been waiting for and you smiled when you found a reply had come in during the race. 

Of course, honey, you are always welcome home x

“Anywhere?” you asked as you put your phone away. You met their curious faces as they nodded and waited for your destination. “How would you like to meet my mum?”

Click here for part six.

[earl-grey-teacake]

Baby!Oscar + Carlando snippet

I have neglected them long enough in my Baby!Loscar AU!

Oscar is about 7 months in this.

Pancakes

Oscar loved solid food. He loved mashed-up sweet potatoes and pasta and everything that Carlos made for him. That also included these warm, squishy brown cakes put in front of him.

"Here you go, Oscar. These are pancakes."

They smelled really good and sweet. They also felt squishy like some of the toys he had. Immediately, he grabbed a of chunk of pancakes and shoved it into his mouth. It was like the first time Uncle Daniel gave him chocolate. With the fervor of a starving man, Oscar shoved more of the cakes into his mouth until the 2 squishy treats were off the plate.

"Uhhhh!" He wanted more.

"Oh, you really liked them didn't you?" Lando laughed, reaching over to wipe his mouth.

However, like an addict, Oscar reached over and took a fistful of pancakes from Lando's plate and shoved it in his mouth.

"Hey, that's mine!"

****

Battery

Carlos's phone-0%

Carlos's iPad- 0%

Lando phone- 0%

Lando's iPad- 0%

Oscar stared at the black screen and the empty battery sign flashing in his face.

"Oscar, you have to let them charge." Carlos tried to coax Oscar away from the charging station.

"uhhhhhh!" Oscar, however, only flailed his arms and legs.

It was his time to talk to Logan. The rule was after lunch, he would take his afternoon nap and once he woke up, he could Facetime Logan. However, his parents got carried away with work so by the time he woke up, everything was out of battery.

"Oscar, they won't charge if you stare at them," Carlos said, carrying the baby away from the wires and wall sockets.

"Lo! Lo!" Oscar reached out and cried.

“I know, I know,” Carlos patted him on the back to comfort him. “Dad and I messed up. We’re very sorry. After they’re charged, you can talk to Oscar, okay?”

****

Stuffed Animal ext.

Oscar wanted to cry. He clung tightly to the wet, brown bear with the blue ribbon tied around its neck. He was practically laying on top of it so Carlos wouldn't take it away.

"Oscar, it's very dirty. We have to wash it." Carlos spoke firmly on the matter.

"Come on, Oscar. We'll give it back right away." Lando said, trying to roll Oscar over so they could get the toy.

No, Oscar could not give it to them. This was Logan's bear and he gave it to Oscar. Oscar had to protect it so Logan could come back.

That reason was sadly not shared by his parents who wrangled the bear from his grip and tossed it in the washing machine.

"WAHHHH!" Oscar yelled as he saw the machine fill up with water and the bear float amongst the soapy bubbles. Oscar stayed there, watching through the glass for the water to drain and for him to get the bear back.

"Oh, is it done?" Carlos walked over and gently picked Oscar up and opened the door.

Oscar reached his hands out for the sopping-wet bear only to have it pulled away from him and tossed in the dryer.

“AHHHH!”

****

All Together

Oscar’s crib was in his parent’s room at the end of the wall. They had tried to have a separate nursery for him but the constant waking up and the anxiety of having their child in another room all alone was too much for their anxiety. Usually, Oscar was great at sleeping, he loved sleeping. You could lay him down, turn off the lights and he would be knocked out in less than 10 minutes. Today seemed to be an exception since it was two hours past his bedtime and Carlos was still unable to put him down for bed. He was relentless in his refusal to sleep and Carlos was running out of options. He was also starting to get very tired due to an early morning.

“Please, baby. What do you want?” Carlos pleaded as Oscar crawled around on the bed and settled on Lando’s pillow.

“Do you want Lando? Do you want Dad here?” Carlos asked as Oscar hugged the pillow tightly before rolling over and laughing.

“Come on, let’s go get your dad.” Carlos picked Oscar up and walked over to Lando’s office where the sound of yelling and laughter could be heard through the door.

Oscar loved his dad’s office. There was so much cool stuff in it and he loved pretending to drive on the sim even if he was too little to actually use it. Lando opened the door and poked his head out, “Hey, what’s up?”

“Oscar wants you to go to bed. He won’t sleep without you.”

“Aww, Oscar. Did you miss me?” Lando cooed, carefully angling his head so Oscar did not appear on the camera. He was always careful about how and when Oscar would show up on his stream. “I’ll wrap it up and go to bed in 5 minutes, okay Osc?” Lando tickled him under his chin, causing him to squirm and turn his head away.

****

Night Driving

Oscar, despite his pickiness and his very early dislike of Carlos, actually liked Carlos. In fact, Lando would argue Carlos was the favorite right now since any attempt to put Oscar down to sleep was met by incredibly loud wailing. Thankfully the apartment had thick walls or else the neighbors would be complaining. Still, it was 1:00 AM and Lando desperately wanted to go to bed. Oscar, however, couldn’t care less what his dad wanted and was more focused on showing off his lung capacity.

“Please, Oscar.” Lando wanted to cry. He wanted to go to bed and nothing he was doing was soothing his poor baby.

“WAHHHH!” Oscar wanted both his dad’s in the room. That was how things always were. Both of them would kiss him good night, tell him they loved him, and then go to bed. However, Carlos was in Maranello which means no good night kiss for Oscar and no “I love you”. How else was Oscar supposed to react knowing that his Papa didn’t love him?

“Okay, let’s try this.” Lando looked up from his phone and grabbed a thick blanket, wrapping Oscar in it.

Oscar looked around confused as they made their way to the parking garage and got into Lando’s car. Lando placed Oscar in the car seat and placed the blanket on him. Oscar was less than pleased. He went from crying over Carlos not being here to being put into a car seat. He hated the car seat.

“Wahhh!”

“I know. I know, baby but trust me.” Lando started the car and pulled out of the garage, traversing along the dark, empty street of Monaco where their only companions were the street lights and the stars above. Lando didn’t know how long he drove but at some point, the crying quieted down and by the time he pulled back to the garage, Oscar was completely knocked out.

"You like the car, huh?" Lando laughed softly as he carried Oscar back to the apartment. "That's good. You're just like your dads."

****

Cheerleader

Lando was training with Jon when Oscar crawled in. He had woken up from his nap on the play mat and crawled over to see what his dad was doing.

“Oh, hi Oscar,” Jon greeted the baby. Oscar wandered in like he owned the place and plopped himself in front of Lando, who was in the middle of doing a set of push-ups.

“Ba! Ba! Ba!” Oscar clapped as Lando finished a set.

“Aw, look you have your own cheerleader.” Jon laughed as Lando lay on the floor exhausted.

“Hi Oscar, did you have a good nap?” Oscar smiled and reached over to pat Lando on the head.

“Aw, look at how encouraging he is. Come on, you can finish two more sets.”

Lando, however, only rolled on his back and groaned. “Ugh! I’m tired.”

Oscar, however, was having none of it and clapped his hands again. He came for a show. He wanted to see his dad do all these cool things Oscar couldn’t do. “Bah! Bah!”

"You want to help?" Lando grabbed his baby and laid Oscar on his chest and started to lift him up in the air.

"Just two sets of this right?" Lando asked as Oscar squealed in delight.

****

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♡ futon | enha ♡

ot7!enha headcanon: there’s something brewing between the two of you… if only he knew what to do about it

♡ ot7 x gn!reader | wc. 1.8 ♡ genres/tropes: uhhh angst ? yeah def a lot. you aren’t dating but u def should be lol; lots of they’re best friends but they won’t confess. ♡ mentions of/warnings: some jealousy what can i say ♡ a/n: little something for every member <3 jungwon’s first and the rest below the cut ^^ each part is inspired by lyrics from futon by ūla <3

♡ masterlist ♡

✧･ﾟ: * jungwon - “no dissing her, but you should be with me”

he’s almost certain this isn’t the way he should be going about this, but jungwon is also almost certain he’s out of options. he feels like he couldn’t be more clear about his intentions–his affections and romance and advances. he could hire a plane to fly a banner over you declaring his interest but you’d still be oblivious. maybe, he ponders before hitting send, it has to do with the friendship between you, and how long that version of the two of you has been a thing. maybe, he bites his lip as he types out his message, it’s because he’s seen you talking and for sure being flirty with other people. the five words at the end of his already short text feel the most potent: you should be with me. jungwon tries to keep his features still and serious as he watches you read the text from across him. maybe, outright confessing during a study session that’s worth nearly half your grade isn’t his wisest decision. but, again, he’s nearly out of options. at least texting you keeps it quiet–the cafe around the two of you none the wiser when your head shoots up, eyes wide, and cheeks red after reading. whatever your answer, jungwon knows it will be between just the two of you. and when he reaches out, placing his hand on top of your free one, he feels like everything is upside down waiting for your answer.

✧･ﾟ: * heeseung - “we could be together for like so long”

some would say he’s delirious, or delusion, but heeseung is convinced that if he somehow managed to catch your eye like that, you would be the best couple, a power couple to be contended with. at first, his cheeks would flush hot read when he realized he was staring at you–his best friend–so endearingly, somewhere beyond the ‘we’re just friends’ line every relationship like this has. now, he hopes maybe you’ll turn your head, catch him staring, and just ask. he’d pour his soul out for you, word by delicate word, if you asked. just so he could say how much he loves you, try to get you to see. your head snaps up from where you’d been resting it on a closed fist in the corner of the couch. heeseung’s own books flutters shut in his hands from where he sits in a nearby club chair. the blood rushing in heeseung’s ears–because, oh god, he realizes, he just said it outloud–makes it hard for him to discern, exactly what you say in response, but he knows what’d you say. plus, he can clearly see the confusion on your face, the gears turning in your head about how he said it, and what way did he mean it. heeseung places his book on the side table, quickly crossing the room to kneel beside you. he’s already said it, and maybe you asked when he couldn’t hear, so he might as well pour out his soul, word by delicate word. he hopes for the best.

✧･ﾟ: * jay - “sleeping in your sweater on my futon”

it’s been like this forever, he knows that. you go to his place, or he comes to yours, and you hunker down and try to watch as many movies or episodes of a tv series at once. ultimately, the night will always end with you slumped against each other, breaths matching. you’d wake up, necks sore from sitting upright and sleeping crooked on each other’s shoulders. it was so… innocent. delightful. now, as jay watches you from across the room–you, in his sweater you took without asking because you were cold, and he let you without question–he wonders when it changed. the way he saw you. one day you, you were his friend–his best friend since as long as he could remember. then, one day, or maybe gradually like how the night fades into the dawn, jay saw you different. an exciting, terrifying different. suddenly, it was the sparks he felt with your hands brushed, or how his heart swelled like whenever you would rest your head on his shoulder. oh, if only he had the bravery, the courage, the guts to say everything he thought. the way he wants to hold you, and spoil you, and do everything he could for you. sometimes he’s convinced you feel the same way, the way you laugh with him or reach out to touch him, his shoulder or hand or cheek. other days, he’s not so sure. so for now, he’s stucking, watching you sleep on his futon, wondering when he would ever find the words to speak to you.

✧･ﾟ: * jake - “i can make it better if you hold on”

he never thought it would get to the point, where the something between the two of you was finally something almost tangible. yes, jake probably should have felt bad for you when you called, heartbroken and crying that your boyfriend–well, now your ex–had dumped you. it should have torn him up inside, seeing you like that. and it did, really. that unique feeling you get in your chest when someone you love seems like they’re falling apart. he wished he could have said something to your ex, but ultimately you were more important. you always are. however, this event also sparked a unique joy–one that brought everything he’d tamped down back to the surface. jake thought he would need to keep these feelings under wrapped and near-forgotten forever. but now? his chance, his luck. whatever you wanted to call it, jake was going to do his best to make it happen. he’d either finally be able to be with you, or you’d finally reject him outright. either way, he’d be rid of the current problem plaguing his heart. the after effects? what could befall the friendship between you two, the one that had grown from strangers to acquaintances to the closest of friends? the ones who get mistaken for lovers all the time? quite frankly. not his problem right now. right now, he had to muster enough courage and time to tell you first.

✧･ﾟ: * sunghoon - “you should just forget her and we'll move on”

sunghoon was used to you dating–you were “particular” about your dates, you always said. they needed to have a certain something, not that you would ever elaborate on it. it used to be cute, something endearing sunghoon found in you, his friend. but then something changed. maybe the earth titled too far on its axis one day, or maybe sunghoon just hit his head so hard he forgot. but now, when he sees you, it’s somewhere beyond his best friend. you exist in his mind in the grey area past the line of “oh we’re just friends.” you exist so close to the line that, if you cross it, sunghoon gets to call you his, call you mine, all the time. he gets to brag on you, show you off. give you everything. but here he is instead–sitting across from you on his couch as you are talking about this one date you had months ago. again. maybe it’s the fact you only ever cycle through the same mundane talking points. the way you just haven’t moved on. maybe it’s the weather, your talking about this again, or the futures he envisions where he’s waking up next to you or you’re falling asleep together in each other’s arms. sunghoon didn’t mean to say those words–and definitely not with so much sincerity and spite. he feels his ears blush and burn as your words fall away, eyes wide, jaw slightly agape. now’s the time to find out which line you’ll end up crossing. at least you’ll be out of that grey area.

✧･ﾟ: * sunoo - “noticing you, are you noticing me?”

he’s gotten used to being the one who watches, who notices. sunoo feels like he knows everything about you at this point. the way you walk when you’re mad, or how you take your time to do your makeup before a big exam or something important. how you always use that word with him—friend. at first, it didn’t hurt. you were just a friend to him too. then, somewhere along the way, like all the love songs and all the cliches, you became different. or maybe the difference happened with sunoo. he would know–you still did everything the same, so uniquely wonderful and you. sunoo, spiraling in this realization, began to question everything–every interaction, every tine you were close or laughed with him or touched his arm or fell asleep next to him on the couch after a long day and a particularly boring movie. he’s thought of it all, to the point he began acting slightly off around you. he isn’t sure if he could handle your unknowing proximity anymore. surely, you didn’t act like this with everyone? surely, this was special and just for him? yes, sunoo watches and notices you, but it’s you. nothing else. curiosity, hope, and perhaps a good helping of dispair pull the question from sunoo’s lips one evening when you’ve done it again–laughed into his chest, hand on his arm. you look up at his serious expression, something new and inviting in your eyes. now, sunoo knows, you’re noticing him.

✧･ﾟ: * niki - “do i even matter? will you call my bluff?”

he thought he’d held his guard up well enough. niki couldn’t remember when his crush on you began, but he’s certain it’s called a crush because of the massive weight that now exists on his shoulder, on his mind. gone are the carefree adventures with you, and in are these mind-crushing emotions niki isn’t sure how to handle. they’ve always said you’ll know–is this what they mean? the panic he experiences when you’re so close to him he catches your perfume in the air? see the faint freckles on your cheeks? maybe he’s not as good at hiding his feelings as he thought,, because now here the two of you are, out on the sidewalk, stuck in place. the wind rustles through your hair, and niki does his best to keep his expression neutral, no matter how angelic you look. he watches as your eyes scan his face–great, now he’s got to live through this kind of scrutiny, too? maybe he should just tell you, right here as the sun sets and everything has been tinted blue. you’re smart, clever. you’ll figure him out eventually. he can’t keep this act up. maybe he doesn’t matter to you like that. maybe, you’ll decipher what all his actions mean and call him out. could niki handle you telling him to get over it? to move on? worse, could he handle the potential of never knowing how you feel? the world where two people are too afraid, too comfortable to express what they’re feeling. as you step closer, niki swallows, mind racing. maybe this is it–the moment where something happens, and he’s relieved or the crushing either gets infinitely worse.

[damn-stark]

Chapter 13 The Great War

Chapter 13 of Moonlight

A/N- I hope you guys like

Warning- Swearing, ANGST!, some fluff, blood, death and violence, SPOILERS for future events of HOTD.

Pairing- Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!fem-reader, Cregan Stark x Velaryon!fem-reader

Episode- After 1x09, events based off of Fire and Blood

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Dear Lucerys,

Writing this may be futile—no it is, you’ll never be around to read what I ramble on about, what I can’t even share to my husband, or even Cregan; Not unless I want to risk getting caught and killed. So writing to you about what is developing in my life is my best option, besides I think it helps me mourn you since I cannot actually grieve for you as I’d like to here in King's Landing, in the Lion's den.

So let’s start with happy news, Aerion is 6 months old now, he’s getting even chunkier which is hard because he’s getting heavy to carry. He just loves eating though. Oh! And he’s started to say pa, which isn’t a surprise he’s attached to Aemond by the hip.

And the twins are growing perfectly, I’m almost three months along, and unlike with Aerion, my belly is already starting to swell. Which is normal since there are two. Aemond and I have already chosen names too, if it’s a girl and a boy, Daenys and Baelon! If it’s two boys Baelon, and Laenor, like father. And if it’s two girls which is what I hope, we have chosen Daenys and Daenerys! I think it goes well together.

Now, let’s see, since you’ve been gone, I have now turned to Princess Regent, which came with four knights protecting me and Aerion at all times. Aemond doesn’t want to risk either of us getting hurt. The eyes that were watching me before have since left, but it doesn’t mean I can just flaunt about the castle and do as I please. I have to keep up appearances if I want to continue helping our mother.

But ever since becoming Regent I have gained this power which is unlike any other, it’s not the power a Queen would have, but it’s close I imagine, and I'm not ashamed to say that I like it. I like being in control, having power that I did not possess before. I enjoy sharing my opinions in ongoing battles and war strategies. I enjoy the attention, all of it, every aspect...I never would have gotten this with our mother—at least Aemond keeps saying that to me.

Nevertheless, it’s not something I should get used to, Aegon is still somehow alive, everyday I pray he’ll pass away in his sleep or something, but he doesn’t which is the terrible, horrible bad news. As to the other news, well, it’s interesting, our grandfather Lord Corlys has become mothers hand, Joffrey and Rhaena have been taken to The Vale for protection, Daemon remains at Harrenhal, fighting or what not. And since our grandmother's death it seems the Gods have blessed our mother with Dragonseeds at long last.

From what the sources say there’s five of them, Addam of Hull is one, he bonded with Seasmoke. I had hoped Seasmoke would bond with Aerion, but oh well, it wasn’t meant to be. That’s not the juiciest thing about him though, Addam has a brother Alyn of Hull, who I met last year! He unlike Addam didn’t bond with a dragon, but get this, people are saying they’re the supposed bastards of our father Laenor, but only a fool would believe that. I alone was conceived by a miracle, because mother and him wanted to do their duty as man and wife, otherwise he would not choose another woman to share a bed with. So the Hull brothers' father is a mystery, perhaps it's our grandfather or Ser Vaemond, heh, that would be funny.

Besides Addam nevertheless, there's a bastard called Hugh the Hammer, he claimed Vermithor. A man called Ulf the White bonded with Silverwing. And the brown wild dragon Sheepstealer, is said to have bonded with a young bastard girl named Nettles. She, like Addam, seems interesting to get to know, if only I could.

Now, baby brother, I saved the best for last! You met this man, he was a part of mothers Queensguard, it’s said he’s been dismissed now since he’s claimed a dragon of his own. And that man is my friend, Ser Jason Waters!

I almost gasped at the meeting when I heard the news. When I finally had time alone with Vanessa we couldn’t help but gossip about it and get all excited about it like a pair of young girls. But anyway, he managed to bond with that beautiful but shy grey-white dragon, Grey Ghost. He’s always been such a mystery, so it makes sense why the two of them would bond, Ser Jason is also a mystery, even more so now that his father is of Valyrian blood. I wonder who it is…I want to see him now to ask and talk about his new and greatest soulmate.

Anyway…that’s all for now baby brother…war is raging, Cregan has yet to join any battles, I think some men from

The North, who call themselves the Winter Wolves are the ones fighting, but not Cregan. If only I could write to him…talk to him…I regret the way I left Winterfell. I was scared and angry about what I did. He was my greatest friend, my first love, he didn’t deserve that. So hopefully I’ll get to see him again. At least once.

I’ll write again soon, I miss you. I love you.

Your beloved sister, Y/N.

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As much as you did enjoy being a part of small council meetings and war meetings now, the one downside was the Lords and Alicent.

There’s always this look they give you, a judgmental and disgusted look. They didn’t dare do it so outwardly, it was discreet so Aemond wouldn’t catch them. They also made snappy little comments, or tried to embarrass you in some discreet ways. And when they talked about your intermediate family like your brothers, mother or grandfather, there’s this resentment you feel and see, like if you’re the one controlling what they do. It’s annoying, but you won’t give them the satisfaction of not attending.

After all this is what you’ve wanted, a power your mother took away from you the day Jacaerys was born. You won’t give up, just like she didn’t.

“It is said that a fortnight ago, Princess Rhaenyra has declared the Hull bastards as Velaryons by Lord Corlys request,” Ser Otto shares, making you blink repeatedly in disbelief, knowing what it could mean.

“Now our sources haven’t told me if he has declared the eldest the new heir,” Ser Otto continues, making you shift in your seat uncomfortably. “But by giving them the Velaryon name we have to expect that’s what they plan now that Prince Aerion is here.”

He said it wouldn’t matter though…then again when he said it the Hull brothers identity wasn’t known.

“We’ll have to wait then,” you interject calmly even if inside that is bothering you. “If Lord Corlys disinherits Ser Laenor’s grandchild then it will be a disrespect to my fathers memory. My grandfather is a proud man so it’s unlikely.”

“But in such desperate times such traits change,” Alicent adds. “Especially when it comes to inheriting his only living sons.”

You look at her and swallow back your snippy comment, and just nod stiffly in comprehension.

It may be a rumor since no one believes your father is the father to Addam or Alyn, but Alicent is right about that. He’d prefer his sons over a great grandchild with parents at opposite sides of the war.

What would your grandmother have to say about all of it?

No one will ever know…

“Until we have more news let’s move on,” Aemond says as he slides his warm hand over yours to interlace his fingers with yours. “What of the preparations for watchtowers past the shore? Now that the Black’s have gained dragonriders it would seem that they plan to attack King’s Landing.”

Ser Otto scoffs and a mischievous smirk grows on his features. “I’m sure that’s what they plan, but it may be delayed. As we know the High council of the Triarchy has accepted our alliance, and we know ninety ships have departed from The Stepstones. They are now moving towards the Gullet.”

“What of it?” Aemond probes. “Have they came across Lord Corlys fleet?”

Ser Otto shakes his head and looks over at Lord Larys.

Before Lord Strong speaks though, he briefly glances at you. “It seems that as they were en route, they came across a Pentoshi Cog that was carrying Princess Rhaenyra’s youngest sons. Prince Aegon and Prince Viserys…”

What? Why didn’t he tell you before?

“…It’s said that Prince Aegon the Younger managed to escape because of his dragon, but Prince Viserys was left behind. His whereabouts are unknown, but he most likely resides amongst the Triarchy fleet.”

Without hesitation you lean over towards the table and interject. “Then we must go. Take him before my mother makes her move.”

“Now is that spoken by you, his sister, or Princess Regent?” Lord Wylde snaps at you with a hint of smugness. “Perhaps this matters isn’t for the Princess to hear.”

Aemond parts his lips, but you cut in before he can speak. “If we capture Prince Viserys we can take him captive,” you say what’s coming to mind, a deception so you can save your brother but make the Green Council think it’s for their benefit. “The Blacks will respond.”

“With dragonfire,” Lord Otto counters as if you’re dumb. “They’ll outmatch us. Vhagar may count for half of their dragon power, but neither she nor your dragon will be enough if the entire force comes.”

You glance at Aemond, and he meets your gaze but says nothing because he agrees with his grandfather. So it seems you’ll have to step it up.

“Not if we threaten Viserys,” you quickly come up with something, but you don’t share your worry, you try to remain calm. “I know my mother, there’s nothing she wouldn't do for her children,” you say and tilt your head slowly to the side. “And Viserys is Daemon's son, say what you want about him, but he wouldn’t risk his son's life. We take Viserys, send them a raven to tell them to meet without dragons. If they fail then…” you sigh and grow stiff. “We decide what to do then.”

“The princess may be right,” Ser Tyland argues in your defense. “Princess Rhaenyra does have a mothers heart. That alone is a weakness we can manipulate.”

These men really underestimate that don’t they?

You hum in agreement nevertheless and continue smugly now to try and sell your plan. “Now, what is said about the dragon seeds that claimed the dragons?” You look around the decorated table, and they look amongst each other before Lord Larys answers.

“It is said that most of them are bastards.”

You hum and begin to smirk. “Bastards have no honor when the right deal is struck. I’m sure a deal can be made with some of them if not all of them.”

Aemond hums and leans forward. “You are right about that, my Princess.”

You look at him and pass a small smile, Aemond shoots you a smirk and then looks at the council with a smug look that makes Alicent uncomfortable, and lets her know what is on his mind before he can share it.

“Aemond you must think it through,” she argues. “News has probably already reached Rhaenyra, she’ll counter, and we can’t risk you getting hurt with Aegon already abed.”

“My y/n is right,” Aemond says and surprises you, but you don’t show it. “If we take Viserys we’ll have an upperhand. It’s doubtful they’ll surrender, but we will have some control. And she’s right about the bastard nature. They can be swayed.”

The council all share worried and disapproving looks, but no one dares speak against him. Ser Otto shares a suggestion though. “At least write to your brother, Prince Daeron. He can aid you with his dragon.”

That will take forever, and give them an advantage.

“We don’t have to fight back,” you suggest and look to Aemond, and give his hand a gentle squeeze. “We take Viserys and go. If there’s dragonriders out there they won’t follow us to King’s Landing. It may look like we are cowards for fleeing, but we’re playing smarter.”

Aemond passes you an admiring look before addressing his council. “That’s what I’ll do then. Surprise them and only fight back if it’s necessary.”

“Aemond,” Alicent rebuttals. “It’s not wise.”

Said man scoffs. “But it is. I won’t fail, I’ve already made a promise that I won’t.” He lets your hand go to gently caress your small swollen belly, telling you speechlessly that it was you he made that promise to.

The lords don’t see that, but they see how Aemond listens to you over them. They don’t like it, they show their anger in the silence with discreet annoyed glares.

Not like you pay them any mind, you just sit in your success and pride; with your leg over the other and your hand possessively on Aemond’s arm, while you reach for your goblet of water with the other.

“Then you’ll go alone?” Ser Otto asks. “It won’t be wise to take the Princess in her…condition.”

“I’ll go alone, today,” Aemond agrees, causing your smirk to fall to a frown.

However, you don’t disagree with him there, you wait in your annoyance. Once the meeting is dismissed, you let your discontent known to Aemond with your look and your silence.

“What’s wrong?” He asks as trails a bit behind you.

You reach the Godswood and take a moment of silence first in front of the Heart Tree. You pray for your brother's well being, and just like you do every time, you pray for this war to end soon. Aemond respects your moment of prayer, he doesn’t ever complain about your difference in religion even if he finds it odd that you follow the Old Gods, rather than the Faith of the Seven. Albeit right now he is impatient to know what’s bothering you. He had an idea what it is, it’s pretty obvious, but he needs to make sure.

But of course you do take your time just to annoy him. Once you are done though you let out a deep exhale and drop your head, Aemond slowly approaches your side and watches you. Before you can start saying anything though, you put your hand out in front of him.

Aemond doesn’t question you, he just sighs and then lifts his hands to take his eyepatch off and hand it to you. When it’s secured in your hand you finally slowly face him.

“I want to go with you to the Gullet,” you share the truth right away. “Please. Regardless of sides, and who his father is, he’s still my brother.”

Aemond slowly turns and faces you, causing the blue sapphire in his eye to glimmer against the sunlight that peeked out of the clouds. He then sighs and grabs your hand to gently caress it with his thumb.

“Do you really expect me to put you in harm's way? You and the babies?” He asks softly. “The plan is not to attack, but it’s still a battle zone, they’ll have Scorpions. An arrow hits you then what? It’s not only you, it’s the children that grow inside you too.”

You know that. Doesn’t he think you know that? You’re the one growing them after all.

“It’s Aerion too.” He continues. “I would never forgive myself.”

You shake your head and argue. “Aerion would have you. And it’s not like I’m planning to die. Or get hit. In and out. That’s the plan.”

Aemond licks his lips and closes the gap that was left between the two of you. “Please, my love. Listen to me. I love you too much to see you get hurt. I won’t be able to do it without you. You’re my best friend. My wife.”

You lose some of your tension and feel your heart flutter at the way he’s expressing himself.

“And while I’m gone you’ll be here in charge.”

In charge? He won’t be gone long though. Not long enough to control anything.

“No harm will come to your brother,” Aemond says and then cups your cheeks. “I swear.”

You hold his gaze and think of the sweet words he just said that fill your heart with joy, the promise he makes that makes you feel somewhat comforted. You feel yourself losing interest in what you wanted as his words seem to control you.

But it then hits you right as he kisses you; you can’t let him manipulate you into getting what he wants. This was your plan. Viserys is your brother, and the fleet they’ll face is your grandfather's fleet. The dragon he’ll face will probably be Jacaerys.

“No,” you protest and step back, but let him keep his hands on your face. “No. I can’t just let you leave by yourself. It doesn’t matter if Vhagar is the biggest, he’s not invincible. You need me to watch your back.”

Aemond groans and looks away in annoyance.

“Aemond,” you now rebuttal softly. “With Aegon still abed you need someone with you. You don’t want to wait for Daeron, so unless you manage to change Helaena, I’m all you have. Me, your wife. Your best friend.”

Aemond blinks and meets your gaze with an intense glare.

“Its me and you, right? Besides, if I go, if Jacaerys or any other dragon rider is out there fighting back against the Triarchy, they won’t attack me. I’m my mother's only daughter, she won’t let them hurt me, no matter what sides we’re on,” you add confidently but in a sweet voice. “It’s the same with my grandfather. They won’t hurt me. Neither will the Triarchy. I can go in and out, you patrol the skies and if danger comes you attack.” You begin to smile. “Please.”

Aemond drops his gaze and swallows thickly. He continues to debate your proposition, so you continue with one last argument.

“Please, because if you come back like Aegon, knowing I could've prevented it, I would never forgive myself. You’re all I have here, if you’re gone…I might as well be gone too.” You lean towards him and grab his jaw to bat your eyelashes.

Aemond looks you in the eye and stays quiet for a minute longer before he sighs deeply. “Fine. But any sign of attack we’ll return. With or without your brother.”

You flash him a grin and then throw your arms around his neck for an embrace. “Thank you for trusting me, my love.”

Aemond hugs you back and presses a kiss on the side of your head, and then whispers in Valyrian. “<If they harm you in any way, I’ll lay waste to the entire fleet. I don’t give a fuck which side it is. You understand that?>”

You giggle and nod. “<I’m honored by that promise.>”

Aemond hums and you can sense his smirk.

“Now I’m going to go change so we can go,” you add excitedly as you pull back to face him.

Aemond groans. “You look great like that. Let’s just go.”

You scoff. “Aemond you know me better. Besides, I have too many new outfits I want to wear. You’ll love them.”

Aemond’s smile begins to show on his lips as he rolls his eye.

“And! You’ll wear your armor right?” You ask. “You owe me. We can do it now.” You smirk and lean in to whisper against his lips. “I want you inside me. With the armor on.”

Aemond smirks and then steals a kiss before he slides his hands down to take one of yours, and lead you back inside and do what you wanted before leaving.

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*A FEW MONTHS BACK. WINTERFELL*

“Y/N, come out I am not jesting anymore!” Jacaerys sounds annoyed, but you don’t concern yourself, you continue to sneak through the woods that were at his side, making sure not to get seen by him, or by Cregan who’s following him and amused by the entire situation.

“Y/N!”

You snicker and step over fallen branches as you hurry out of hiding. Before he can hear you or see you, you jump out of the woods and jump on his back.

“Ahaha!” You chuckle and wrap your hands around his neck, and your legs around his waist.

Jacaerys clenches his jaw and glares over at you. “What is your problem?” He sneers.

“Don’t tell me I scared you,” you tease him. “Did Dragonstone make you soft?”

“No,” Jacaerys grumbles and pushes you off him, causing you to let go of him and fall on your ass.

“Ah,” you groan. “That hurt.”

“I just don’t behave like a child,” he counters.

Cregan falls back and offers you his hand, you smile up at him before you take it and let him help you to your feet.

You don’t let your hand linger on his though. You fear that Jacaerys will catch you, so you just wipe the dirt off you and then clasp your hands behind you to walk ahead of Jacaerys and Cregan, and turn around to face them as you walk back. “I don’t behave like a child. I’m just having fun. Should I have a stick up my ass now because I’m married and have a son? That sounds so boring!”

Jacaerys meets your gaze and nods with a tightlipped smile. “Yes, behave like your husband.”

You shoot him a glare and roll your eyes while you turn around and wait for him to catch up. “You need to ease up,” you advise your brother. “In a few years from now you’ll be King,” you tell him full of hope while you hook your arm around his. “You’ll sit on that stiff throne made of hard ass swords, get your ear talked off by your council and have no fun. Enjoy your freedom while you can.”

Jacaerys glances at you and hums. “And what will you be doing?” He asks. “While I rule our country?”

You smile ahead. “I’ll be in Dragonstone, raising my children, sailing, flying on my Astraea, finding routes to take to finally sail across the narrow sea. To sail far where the water ends and the sky touches the water.” You grin at him and share your glee with Cregan.

Jacaerys laughs softly and nods along. “Here I thought you could be my Hand. Guess I’ll have to assign the title to someone else.”

You break away from him and look at him with a serious look. “Don’t mess with me like that, Jace. Really?” You press.

Your brother begins to smirk smugly while he shrugs. “Do you expect me to have another Hightower as Hand?”

You begin to grin at Jacaerys and squeal before you once again take his arm. “I guess I’ll have to postpone my travel plans then. Oh but what would your court say? A women as Hand? Oh the world will crumble,” you feign concern and swoon towards Cregan. “The sky will fall and the kingdoms will break apart.”

Cregan looks down at you as he holds you to keep you from falling. “I won’t have a problem with it,” he assures you. “Just do your job and I’ll follow along.”

You shoot him a smile. “The ever so loyal Stark. Thank you my Lord.” You stand to your given height and look back at your brother, catching his gaze already on Cregan and you.

“Well…” he hesitates and narrows his eyes before looking ahead. “They would’ve had a Queen already, so it won’t be that strange? Right? Besides, it's not the gender that should count, it’s the person by the rulers side. Their mind, their behavior and their fairness. If we continue to judge by gender then we’ll fall sooner or late.”

You slowly smile with pride and nod in agreement. “I agree. See? You’ll make a great King. That proves it.”

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*NOW. THE GULLET*

The smell of burning wood spread for miles, you were perhaps more than halfway to the Gullet when the scent hit your nose. The sound of battle cries of both of pain and courage was carried out by the ocean breeze. And it all just grows the concern that already altered your beating heart. But you never once think of regret.

The thought of turning back never crosses your mind, your plan was simple, rescue your brother from the clutches of the Triarchy, which is your ally, but well, you already convinced the council into accepting your mission, so they’ll never know your true motives.

Especially not Aemond, he doesn’t ever doubt your loyalty to him. He knows that you aren’t a Green loyalist, but you do follow him, you love him so his trust on you has not faltered. It’s why he lets you approach where the battle is thickest all by yourself. It took a lot of convincing, he wanted to be at your side while you went in search of your brother Viserys, but you told him that if there were other dragonriders they’d attack him and it would just result in a battle neither of you would win. Because regardless of how big Vhagar is, she can’t beat 5 or 6 united dragons, so you told him to wait for you on a small piece of land not far from where the battle is. But! You did say that if you end up needing his help you’d let him know with a secret signal.

Let’s hope it doesn't come to it.

Alas, when you finally begin to see the battling ships, you see the disaster the Triarchy created upon Driftmark, you see your grandfather's fleet fighting back. Your grandfather's fleet outnumbers the Triarchy, but they also fight back fiercely which is admirable all things considered.

It’s also good that they’re fighting back hard because it means they’re all distracted, making it somewhat easier to go fetch Viserys. Where would they keep him though?

Not in the center of it all, that’s too risky. The front of the fleet is scattered, burning and mixed with Velaryon ships, so he wouldn’t be there. Perhaps in the end? It would make for an easy escape.

Yes, that's where you’ll go first.

Wait? Why aren't there dragons fighting back too? Your mother wouldn't have let a fleet come try to rescue Viserys all by themselves, she’d send her dragonriders, right? So where are they?

You squint your eyes and try to look through the thick and dark clouds of smoke that pollute the air, but you don’t hear wings flapping, or—

And then there it is, past the clouds of smoke can be heard a loud furious shriek from a dragon. It’s loud and sharp, booming, but it seems to be only one.

Can it be Jacaerys? He must be fighting too. Hm.

No matter how much you long to see your brother though, you have to take advantage of the fact that there's only one dragon. So without another second to spare, you descend from high in the sky and target the end of the Triarchy, while they fight back against their enemy fleet.

As you get closer the smell of salt and smoke mixes in your nose, causing your stomach to get all queasy. But you try your best to ignore that and keep your mind focused.

Nevertheless, just as you fly down and get closer to the water, suddenly an arrow comes whizzing at you and manages to hit Astraea on the shoulder just a few inches from where your saddle is. Almost as if the arrow was pointed at you and not her directly. What the hell?!

Astraea shrieks out in pain and she wobbles, making you grip onto the saddle's handles before you snap your head to where it came from. That’s when you see that it had come from a Scorpion on the Triarchy ship. People that are meant to be your allies!

What the hell?!

And since you are close to ships, you see a man behind the Scorpion. He looks distressed, so maybe it was an accident. Or not and they tried to kill you!

But you can’t fight back, you have to stay focused. Even if your poor girl is hurt.

“<Astraea,” you address your dragon softly and with concern. “Stay focused. Keep flying. We won’t stay long. Stay focused…>” you trail off however when you spot Vermax in the water slowly sinking further and further. You were so focused on your one mission, you didn’t bother to try and look for the dragon that had shrieked before. You should have though because it was Vermax, Jacaerys dragon. Vermax is the one getting swallowed by the sea as he fights back against it. And if he’s in the water…Jacaerys?!

Without a second thought you change courses and have Astraea make a sharp turn towards Vermax. She flies as quickly as she can with an arrow still embedded in her. She doesn’t cry though, she keeps going and doesn’t get hit this time by your own allies. And when you do get close to Vermax you gasp and feel yourself fill with horror as you see your little brother, Jacaerys in the water, gripping onto a wreckage trying his best to stay afloat while arrows stabbed his body.

“No, no, no,” you mutter and quickly let go of your handles to hastily take off the buckles that keep you restrained to your saddle.

A dragon call breaks in the sky, and when you glance up you spot Vhagar. Aemond must’ve heard Astraea’s cry and came without waiting.

He doesn’t descend though, he sees that you aren’t getting attacked so he stays in the sky, good. Even if he did descend, it wouldn’t matter, you stay focused on Jacaerys, and when you’re released from your restraints you swing your leg over the saddle, and wait. When Astraea is low enough to skim over the water, you slide down using the rope ladders you use to climb to your saddle.

In the distance Myrmen walked to the edge of their ships and pointed their crossbows at Jacaerys, but Astraea knew your intentions, she felt your protectiveness over your brother and snapped her head to the side to bath the men on fire.

When you finally reach where Jacaerys is, you reach the end of the ladders and Astraea keeps herself afloat to let you help your brother. “Jacaerys!” You call out in a quivering voice.

Said man was already looking at you with disbelief and anger. “You…you shouldn’t be here,” you hear your brother tell you.

You shake your head and reach your hand out. “Shut up and take my hand, help me help you up. If I let go of the rope I’ll fall too.”

Jacaerys swallows thickly and hesitates.

“Jacaerys!” You insist louder.

Said man holds your gaze for a second before he reaches out and grabs ahold of your hand. “Good, good,” you assure him while you dig your fingers in his arm and pull up with all your strength. Jacaerys also does as you ask and uses what strength he can muster to pull himself out of the water.

It’s while you’re both attempting to get him out that Astraea rises up just a bit, pulling Jacaerys out and causing him to quickly use his other hand to grip onto the rope ladder.

“Yes, good,” you whisper and don’t let go of him, but drop your eyes on the arrow that stuck out between his ribs and made him bleed. You then search for more and see another arrow embedded just under his rib cage. Gods….

“You’ll be okay,” you comfort him as you see his face full of strain from the pain.

Astraea wastes no time and doesn’t need to be told, she begins to fly towards shore.

“I’ll help you,” you keep telling Jacaerys. “I’ll help you.”

“What are you doing here?” He asks weakly.

You glance down at him and meet his droopy gaze. “I…came to help Viserys,” you let him know since no one can hear you from where you are. “Just don’t tell the Green council, I tricked them,” you laugh nervously.

“No,” Jacaerys argues, “I mean…it’s dangerous for you and the babe.”

He’s injured but he’s still worried about you and your unborn child—children.

“Babies,” you correct him sweetly. “I’m having twins.”

Jacearys musters a weak smile. “Mother will be happy to hear.”

“Will she?” You ask.

Your brother nods. “You’re her golden child after all. She still loves you.”

Tears finally escape out of your eyes and your smile begins to wobble. You don’t say anything though because Astraea then lands on shore, so you quickly dismount her and help Jacaerys down.

The moment he’s laid down on the sand you tear off the bottom half of the red gown you wear under your chest armor to keep warm, exposing the shiny black armor you wear on your legs. You then proceed to pull the arrows off Jacaerys and wrap the red cloth around him tightly to stop the bleeding.

“You're still with me, yes?” You ask your brother since he was too quiet.

“Yes,” he mumbles.

You hum and before you can finish wrapping the cloth Jacaerys grabs your hand and pulls you towards him. “Swear to me…swear you’ll keep helping mother.”

You blink repeatedly in disbelief and refuse to agree to anything while he lay bleeding out. This is not the end. No. You don’t accept it. You already lost Lucerys, you can’t lose Jacaerys too

“Just hold still,” you argue and move back to keep doing what you were doing.

However, he pulls you back towards him and presses sharply. “Swear to me. Please, sister. She’ll need you, swear to me you’ll help get to her throne.”

Fresh tears cloud your eyes and this time you can’t refuse. You nod softly. “I swear,” you assure your brother as more blood keeps coming out of his wounds. “I’ll keep helping her. We’ll do it together.”

Jacaerys lips tug upwards just slightly, but he doesn’t nod, he changes the subject. “Mother never gave up on you. As everyone else thought you had betrayed her, she and I never did. When she got that secret note from you she smiled for the first time since she lost Lucerys.”

You shake your head. “I never stopped believing in her,” you explain. “She’s my Queen. My mother. You’re my family, I could never betray her or you. I love you.”

Jacaerys scoffs softly but groans in pain too, and the grip he has around your hand tightens. “I love you too, y/n,” his voice quivers.

Tears stream out of your eyes as you know what’s coming, even with all your denial, a part of you prepares for what’s coming.

“Don’t leave me,” Jacaerys pleads as his eyes soften. “I don’t want to be alone.”

You shake your head rapidly and shift to cradle him on your lap. “I’ll stay here,” you assure him in a shaky voice. “I always will, I won’t let go. I just…hope you can forgive me. If I was here in the first place you would be unharmed. You-you—”

Jacaerys shakes his head. “Don’t apologize. You learned from your mistakes, all you can do now is just do the best you can from your situation. Hm?”

You nod in agreement. “When did you get so wise, huh?” You laugh softly.

Jacaerys grins softly. “I always have been….” He trials off and then glances at the sky. “I’ll see you again, you know?” He whispers and meets your gaze. “Where the water ends, and the sky touches the water.”

You giggle at his saying he took from you, and assure him with a nod. “We will,” you interject and cup his hand. “We’ll fly on our dragons alongside mother. We’ll talk and laugh with our brothers. We’ll go hunting, and stargaze around the campfire as we tell scary stories, even if Lucerys sucks at telling them. We’ll be together, always and forever.”

Jacaerys parts his lips, but a single breath comes out. His eyes then roll back and his body stiffens, meaning only one thing. Yet you can’t accept it. You don’t want to lose another brother.

“Jacaerys?” You call out hopefully. “Brother?”

Jacaerys doesn’t move, his faint smile stays on his face but he doesn’t respond.

“Jace?” You mewl. “Jacaerys?!” You press your forehead against his and begin to sob. “Please….please…Jace.” You sob louder and softly rock his body as you continue to cradle him, as you protect him in your arms as the battle rages on around you.

Astraea was injured, hurting, but she coos and manages to walk to you to wrap herself around you to comfort you as you grieved your little brother. A brother you couldn’t save. Astraea hears your heartbroken cries, she feels your agony and cries out to the sky. She sings a mournful song that is all too quickly cut off by the sound of flapping wings descending to the ground near you. Thinking it’s Aemond, you lift your head.

However, the dragon you see across the shore isn’t green and enormous, this dragon is a beautiful and pale grey-white dragon. And unmounting him is Ser Jason.

He may be a friend, but you’re still cautious, Astraea still curls herself tighter around you and snaps at him since she doesn’t know him. You proceed to lay Jacaerys down to slowly stand up as you pull your bow out, and point an arrow at him.

Ser Jason sees your defensive stance and comes to stop where Astraea has her head, and slowly raises his hands to show he means no harm. “I came as a friend,” he breaks the tense silence.

You curl your lip to a scowl and glance up at the sky, catching four dragons now, and Vhagar and Aemond not over you. He must’ve gone back to the piece of land.

“A friend?” You ask and sniffle. “If you are. Tell me where Viserys might be. You must know.”

Ser Jason draws out a deep breath and slowly begins to frown. “Viserys is…lost at Sea…”

Your aim falters at the sound.

“The ship carrying him sent demands, but the Queen was told soon after that the ship then went missing,” he adds.

Even more heartbreak shatters your heart, but you make sure not to cry in front of him. You lower your bow and arrow and glance at Jacaerys lifeless body.

“Take him home,” you tell Ser Jason softly. “When he’s on the pyre please put a winter rose to rest on him, so it’s like I can be there with him.” You meet the knight's blue eyes with sadness, and slowly let your face soften. “And,” you add but walk towards him now whilst you take off the ring that held the peach-orange pearl he had given you. “Give this to my mother. Tell her I want it back when I join her side again. Will you?”

Ser Jason meets you halfway and doesn’t hesitate to agree. “Of course, I will.”

The moment you secure the ring on his palm you walk back towards the rope ladder hanging on Astraea. “When I see you again, I want that answer,” you tell him softly. “I mean you have a dragon now.”

Ser Jason scoffs softly but nods. “I will. Be careful, Princess.”

You shoot him a sad smile and finally turn around when you reach the rope ladders, to mount Astraea. When you’re secured on the saddle you first let out a deep exhale, and then wipe your face, unknowingly wiping Jacaerys blood all over, even on your silver-white roots. After that Astraea stomps forward and ascends to the sky where the sound of battle grows quiet, and the sight shrinks.

Soon Vhagar and Aemond come to sight, but you don’t land, you wait for them in the sky, and once they’ve joined your side, Aemond sees the wound on Astraea. He meets your gaze with concern, but you assure him with a soft look before you lead the way home.

Yet, thoughts run in your head while Astraea flies away. Your brother's death head plays on a loop in your mind, his blood stains your hands and his last words echo over and over, making you cry after you promised you wouldn’t show your grief in front of Aemond or any other Green member.

“I’ll see you again, you know?” Jacaerys voice echoes in your mind, a painful reminder of the brother you loved but couldn’t save. A heartbreaking reminder of another brother you loved lost because of the Greens. The last brother that knew you, that you knew, that was like your friend; the other two are young, you don’t share the same bond with them like you do with Jacaerys and Lucerys—no like you did, they’re both gone now.

They’re gone…because of them….

They want you to play? You’ll play their stupid game.

Now in your grief, anger grows fiercely. Your frown grows to a scowl, and your grief stricken look burns away and gets replaced by fiery.

Jacaerys and Lucerys made your heart. Your heart was made of your brothers, the Greens snatched them away and took your heart along with them.

You’ll show them just how mean you can be without a heart to hold you back.

So before you can get further away, you tilt your handles to the side. And of course without hesitation, even wounded, Astraea turns around rapidly and flies back towards the Triarchy fleet.

Aemond doesn’t miss your sudden action and follows you.

When you’re on top of the Triarchy again, the other dragonriders instantly drift all their attention towards you, thinking you came back to fight with your allies. However, you push your handles down, and Astraea shoots down at a quick speed.

The Myrmen look at you two with confusion, not knowing what you intend to do since you’re going at them very fast. So just as Astraea gets close to the ships, you let out a pained and angry cry, and Astraea shoots out fire and shows the Myrmen your intentions by burning them and their ships.

Just before Astraea can hit anything, she swoops up and grabs a Scorpion with her claws and crushes it. The man that was assigned to it gets crushed too without remorse. The other men, the ones fighting, are left not knowing what to do, fight back against you, or run now that it turns to six against all their remaining ships. They had their orders when it came to you, but Vhagar now also circles the area.

As you kept bathing their ships and the men on fire albeit, the choice is clear, escape.

Not like you let them, when you see the Myrmen in the water trying to swim away, you have Astraea fly low and tilt to her side. You unbuckle only a few restraints to be able to stand up as you get out your bow to shoot arrows at the men in the water. Astraea catches some with her jaw and burns them alive. Neither of you let anyone escape.

The other dragonriders don’t fight you, nor do they attempt to fight Aemond and Vhagar since they see them fight this battle with you.

The only reason he did it though was because he followed you, he didn’t question your actions right there and then, and he most definitely didn’t want anyone to harm you either. He saw brave men aim the scorpions at you and he had Vhagar burn or crush them. He didn’t bathe the triarchy with fire in the same way you did though.

You burned them all. Every last Triarchy ship that had remained was nothing but wreckage or ash that sunk in the water. The sailors who tried to flee got met with arrows, just like they did with Jacaerys. When there was nothing left of them on the sea you left back to King’s Landing with Aemond flying at your side probably furious about what you did.

Not like you care. When you arrive outside the Red Keep, you climb down Astraea, but stop inches from where her wound is.

She had taken the arrow off by herself, now all there was is a fresh wound. “<Oh my sweet girl,” you tell Astraea while you caress her. “You’ll be okay. You’ll heal in no time.>”

Astraea cranes her neck, and then leans her head towards you and coos.

“<You did great,>” you tell her as you hug her jaw. When you pull back Aemond’s feet finally hit the ground, so you finish dismounting your dragon.

And the moment your own feet hit the ground Aemond comes storming at you, he grabs your arm and turns you around to make you face him. Yet he doesn’t show much anger. It’s confusion mostly.

“What did you do?” He demands to know.

You don’t hold back, you rebuttal. “They hit Astraea, so I fought back,” you tell only a very small portion of your true reasons. “Look at how close that arrow came to me.”

Aemond sighs deeply before he drifts his eye to the wound on Astraea’s shoulder that was under your saddle.

“I almost died,” you tell him and grab his arms. “Not because of enemy fire but because of our own allies. Of course I had to fight back, I had to teach them their lesson.”

Aemond shakes his head and slowly meets your gaze. “It was an accident. They probably didn’t mean to hit Astraea.”

You scoff. “No. It was no accident,” you snap back venomously. “I was trying to find Viserys in the back of the line, the other dragonriders hadn’t arrived yet, they pointed at me. They tried to kill me. What? is that okay?”

“No!” Aemond quickly rebuttals. “I just cant believe they’d be that—”

“Stupid?” You finish for him. “Yes, well they’re Ser Otto's allies, there’s a reason he’s not Hand anymore.”

Aemond squints, but he doesn’t respond back in his grandfather's defense, there's a faint smirk instead. He doesn’t argue anymore either, his face softens, and he slides his hands down to take yours to turn them and see the blood that stained them.

“Not mine,” you assure him.

Aemond studies the blood before he looks at the blood on your face and wipes it off with his cloak.

“Jacaerys…is dead,” you share in a deadpanned voice so as to not show him your true emotions. To show him you're committed to him and only him. “Viserys was lost at sea too. I’m sorry.”

Aemond holds your gaze for a moment, he tries to search for the grief you must feel, but no matter how hard he stares you hide it well. He doesn’t know whether to be worried about it or proud?

He’ll have to investigate later. Now though he cups your face and shakes his head. “Don’t apologize I would’ve done the same,” he says. “I'm happy you're unharmed.”

You frown deeper and drop your gaze. “You're not angry at me? For what I did?” You ask sweetly.

Aemond tilts your head up and doesn’t hesitate to respond genuinely. “No. Don’t you think I would have stopped you if I was?” He smirks. “You did amazing out there. I couldn't help but sit back and watch you burn it all.” He follows by stealing a kiss from you that you deepen.

A passionate moment passes before you pull back and press your forehead against his.

“<You never fail to impress me, my love,>” he murmurs against your lips in High Valyrian. “<I love you. I never want to be parted from you. We are meant to be together, we were meant to burn together. Forever.>”

You grin softly and caress his cheek. You mirror him with ease. “<Now and forever.>” You then proceed to embrace him, and he hugs you back tightly.

You love him. You do. It’s some sick and twisted curse how much you love this man you’re meant to hate, this man on opposite sides of the war, but…that doesn’t mean you won’t crush his brother Aegon, and the rest of The Greens from the inside.

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A/N- Alicent and Otto are afraid of how obsessed Aemond is with y/n…should’ve thought of that before they married them.

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[readerinsertsaremyguiltypleasure]

K & 15 for my most beloved Billy!!💖💖

congrats on 500!! 🎉

Thank you very much 💕

Just a heads up, this one mildly smutty.

K. Only one bed 15. 'Don't stop on my account.'

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‘Any luck?’ you asked Billy as he returned from the hotel reception desk.

He shook his head and held up two key cards. Two key cards, but for just one hotel room.

You knew for a fact that two rooms had been booked for this Anvil business trip. You had been the one who booked them. It was part of your job as Billy’s personal assistant.

And you were very good at your job.

‘They must have lost the other booking,’ said Billy. ‘And now they’re all full up. So we could either run around the city looking for another hotel that isn’t booked solid because of this damn Star Trek convention…’

‘Star Wars,’ you corrected automatically.

‘… or we could just share.’

Sharing a hotel room with Billy Russo was a very dangerous idea. He was a walking wet dream, and it was hard enough keeping your fantasies controlled at work, let alone in a luscious hotel suite.

But it was quite probably your only option.

You took one of the key cards with a sigh.

‘They had better give us a voucher for the mini bar or something.’

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The one saving grace of this whole mix up was that at least it was Billy’s room that the hotel still had record of. It was much nicer than the one you had booked for yourself. You had never been one for overindulging, but you knew Billy was the complete opposite, and whenever you went away on business, your rooms reflected that.

Billy always insisted you spoil yourself, so maybe this was your chance.

The room was a large suite with a living space, balcony, bathroom with a spa bath so deep you could probably swim in it… and a bedroom with one king-sized bed.

‘Hope you don’t snore,’ joked Billy, lightening the mood.

He was good at that. It was one of the things that made him such a great boss.

‘Right back at ya,’ you said with a laugh. ‘Wanna see what movies they’ve got?’

‘Only if it’s one of the naughty ones.’

He winked and you felt your whole face heat up.

‘You wish,’ you said as you threw a pillow at him.

Billy laughed and caught it easily.

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The movie you watched wasn’t naughty, but the same could not be said for your dreams. Those consisted of very naughty thoughts indeed, and all of them starred the man your mind and body knew was lying next to you.

A lot closer next to you than when you had gone to sleep apparently.

When you woke, it was to find that you and Billy had gravitated towards each other in your sleep. So much so that your legs had become tangled up together and you were pressed right up against his chest.

But that wasn’t the most embarrassing part.

No, the most embarrassing part was that while your mind had been dreaming, your body had reacted to those dreams… and Billy’s thigh wedged between your legs was providing the perfect kind of friction as your hips rolls gently against it.

You froze and then slowly lifted your head, hoping to see that Billy was still asleep and oblivious to your dilemma.

No such luck.

You looked up to see his gazed fixed on you and his lips curled up into a smirk.

‘Don’t stop on my account,’ he teased. And was it your imagination, or did his thigh press a little closer?

You closed your eyes, silently wishing that the bed would open up and swallow you whole or that the almighty Zeus would strike you down with a bolt of lightning. Anything that would save you from the mortification of having been caught dry humping your boss’s leg in your sleep.

Oh God. What if you had said his name? You had no idea if you talked in your sleep, but if you had, there was only name that would have passed your lips.

When no miraculous and immediate death came, you figured you had better pull yourself off him before the lawsuits started, but your leg barely moved before Billy’s hand was on it, pulling it back.

It was then that it dawned on you that he hadn’t pulled away either. And he’d had plenty of time to do so.

‘Don’t stop,’ he repeated, this time far from teasing, and he used his firm grip on your leg to pull you closer.

‘Billy?’ you questioned, unsure.

He silenced you with a kiss that was somehow both sweet and dirty. ‘God, Y/N,’ he breathed once he had pulled away. ‘I knew sleeping next to you was going to be torture, but I didn’t think you’d make it this hard.’

‘Was that a pun?’ you asked, still a bit dazed from the kiss.

‘It was the truth.’

A smile slowly spread across your face. ‘You want me, too?’

You suddenly found yourself on your back, Billy hovering over you. Your legs weren’t tangled together anymore, and he ground his hips into yours. You both hissed as his very impressive erection pressed against your core. Even through your clothing, it felt amazing.

‘I’ve wanted you since the first day you walked through my office door,’ he said. You could tell by the intensity in his eyes that he meant every word.

‘Then what are you waiting for?’ you asked. You weren’t sure where the bravery had come from, but you were way past caring. ‘Take what you want.’

Billy’s face lit up at that, but you only got to see it for a moment before his lips were on yours again in a kiss that was full of promises.

You were going to have to send the hotel a gift basket for their mistake.

[jaegonsmoon]

Not the same anon but I have something written along those lines, it needs to be edited because things are tough irl but by tomorrow or Tuesday I might sit down and post it for you. As for an idea for you for a drabble... what do you say about the first flight together?

oh that’s so great! I would love to read it 🫶❤️ lmk when you do!

As for their first flight together, depending on the situation… This is post-Dance, Blacks win!

After Arrax’s death it takes Lucerys a while to come to terms if he wants a new dragon. Eventually, he tames Grey Ghost. He had the option of getting a new dragon egg, but he refused. His cradle mate will forever hold that special place in his heart. So he decides to go for a wild dragon. He and Grey Ghost have a friendly bond. The dragon understands Lucerys’ lost quickly, and he helps an emptiness and bitterness that Lucerys thought would never leave him.

It takes him years before he flies again, and in those years Aemond has earned a place in Lucerys’ life. It was hard, and it still is sometimes. It took years as well to warm up to Vhagar, but eventually Luke understood that it wasn’t truly her fault at the core, she was an ancient dragon that relied on her instincts. The first time Luke decides to fly, he tells Aemond a month prior. The first time he just says “I think I want to fly.” And leaves the room with a shocked on his boots Aemond behind. He doesn’t mention it again until three days later. Aemond is too wary to bring it up so he waits. He knows better than to push Luke when it comes to these topics, still a fragile thread after all those years.

“Would you… commission a saddle for me?” Luke asks, playing with his fingers in that subtly anxious manner that is so familiar to his Queen mother. “I’ve tried, but I still can’t bring myself to do it.”

“Of course. Leave everything to me.” Aemond says, taking his hands and pulling him close slowly; lips pressing to his forehead till Luke sighs in relief.

When the saddle is ready, Aemond tells Luke in the middle of the, long after their coupling when they’re sated and at ease. Lucerys takes a while to give him any type of reaction but eventually he does. He nods and takes Aemond’s fingers in his hands, tracing each one with his own fingertips. “We will try tomorrow.” He says finally. Aemond kisses him good night.

Come morning they’re in the land near the dragonpit where Vhagar sleeps and Grey Ghost, once he decided to leave his cave and permanently make his stay around King’s Landing, keeps his old lady friend company. He has the saddle mounted, it wasn’t an easy task for the dragonkeepers, it took hours to calm him down but Luke convinced him eventually.

Lucerys looks at Aemond when it’s time to climb up, and swallows. “You don’t have to do it now.” Says Aemomd, voice gentle.

Lucerys shakes his head. “I want to.” He looks up and hooks his hand around the ladder, but doesn’t move. “Fly with me.”

“I will. We will be right beside you.”

“No… ride with me.”

Aemond frowns, looking at the saddle. “I don’t think it’s big enough for two, darling.”

Lucerys rolls his eyes. “I will use you as my saddle.” He insists, cheekily. Then his smile falls and his nervousness filters in. “Please?”

“Alright.” He agrees. “But if your dragon throws me overboard it will be your slaying.”

“Dramatic little man,” Luke laughs as he watches with glee how Aemond whispers something to Grey Ghots, making the dragon huff but it stays calm when Aemond starts to climb up to him. Luke finally takes a deep breath, pets the dragon snout and then climbs up.

Once they’re settled, Aemond hooks both of his arms around Lucerys’ waist and settles his chin on his shoulder. “You navigate, I serve as a human seatbelt.” He whispers in his ear, making the other young man shudder and giggle.

“Grey Ghost, sovês!” And just like that, they’re up in the sky again. This time the only fire is that of their tight embrace.

[heyheydidjaknow]

hey! can we get some L nsfw headcanons? i love the way u write L <3

Oh, can you ever.

When he was younger— that is, before he got seriously into the whole solving cases thing— he was a celibate whore, prompted by him watching a single episode of To Catch A Predator and figuring that he could do that as easily as they could. He could. He taught himself to do a very good young girl impression and quietly mailed all the necessary paperwork and evidence to their local counties. In the process of that week-long project— in which he got around one hundred people arrested— he was introduced to all sorts of odd kinks and fetishes, and when you hear just about every term in the book for the first time you obviously have to go look them all up, and you can’t just use academic papers or blunt definitions because then you have to pretend to also be into all those things for your plan to work. This research also proved useful in terms of taking odd jobs later down the road; it’s much easier to find blackmail material on people when you know what they are going to care about and what you should be looking for. In the process of doing all that he learned a lot of things about himself, things that would only be reinforced as the years went on.

Top 10 kinks and explanations (in no particular order):

1. Bondage (giving): People weren’t want to trust him. It takes a lot of trust to let someone tie you up. The idea of being in a situation where that is even a thing that comes up was incredibly thrilling for him to think about. Specifically, shibari and kinbaku because it takes a lot of time, it requires a lot of planning and looks very pretty.

2. Overstimulation (receiving): Please, make him forget his life. The idea of just not thinking for once was incredibly appealing. This is one of the few he actually tried doing; after the first orgasm, however, he ironically could not justify going for longer and had other, more important things to do, much to his dismay.

3. Edging (giving): What greater feeling is there than bringing someone to tears with desperation, to be so openly respected that one would be willing to put his quiet satisfaction above their own? He does a lot and doesn’t get much meaningful reward for it, and he’s already openly replaceable. Sometimes a little reverence for him as an individual is nice.

4. Breeding: He had done all the things anyone could ever want in regard to career advancement. He could support a child, if only financially. To even have that be an option, for someone to look at him and know him long enough to say that they not only want to have sex with him but also want to carry a child for however many months was incredibly appealing as an idea. It was completely unrealistic— he knew that, if he ever decided to be a father, he would probably be incredibly distant and turn out a murderer or, worse, a detective like him who would go through the hell that was his adolescent years— but the idea in it of it was incredibly appealing.

5. Sploshing (Google tells me that’s what it’s called; food during sex): Because why not multitask?

6. Hidden sex: He had the means and the ability. Getting caught? Horrible. But knowing that the two of you did that in that place? Wonderful.

7. Cockwarming: Sometimes you just want to hold somebody very close and bury your face in their hair and just be there and know they’re there undeniably. Especially for it when it comes to sleeping; if he had it his way that would be the protocol every night the two of you sleep together (see Sleep for further explanation).

8. Humiliation (giving): There’s nothing that brings him more joy than winning at literally anything. A part of that is, of course, the joy of giving you endless shit. As soon as he fell into some sort of routine and figured out where the lines in the sand are drawn if he found out that this was on the table he would use it whenever applicable.

9. Sensory deprivation (receiving): This relates back to the overstim thing; he heard a lot and saw a lot and noticed a ton of things and that is not a good thing when you want to spend quality fun time with your partner in his opinion. Make him focus on you, on your touch or your words; make him forget that anything or anyone exists but you.

10: Voyeurism: This one was a matter of time and proximity. It came up a lot and he spent an oddly long time on his computer so the idea just sort of festered in his head. He also believed himself completely incapable of having a partner for a long time; he figured that was about as close as he was going to get.

Not kinks but honorable fantasy mentions:

You perform a task and he’s grading it.

Someone discovers who he is and they don’t use it for money and instead so that they can get in a relationship with him.

Being literally anyone else and having any sort of achievable sex life.

But of course, things happened. He got more into murder and stress levels hiked up and his attention shifted from what he wanted to what he had to do. His libido, admittedly, took a hit from his being anxious all the time. But if he was ever allowed the time to think about those things? If he could ever find someone to have that happen with? Who knows?

[cookie-waffle]

here are my new Zelink totk theories with added context from minor spoilers:

- The American localization is gonna cut out/change a LOT of the more explicitly romantic subtext because american parents are pretty notorious for getting super easily offended. Directly implying that Link and Zelda share a bed is probably not seen as a big deal at all in Japan, but I can def see some of the more conservative american parents having a problem with it.

- Zelda is NOT gonna have any kind of pregnancy reveal at the end. Not just for the aforementioned reason, but also because it would heavily imply that Link is assigned male and Auonuma has actually stated in an interview that he doesn’t want to 100% confirm Link as male. (it’s why we don’t see Linkle in the mainline games)

- NPCs are gonna be referencing/gossiping/teasing Link about the relationship at some points. Link may even get dialogue options stating that he’s taken or likes someone else already when he gets flirted with.

- I do not think Nintendo is likely to blatantly just say in the game that they’re an item. They’re likely gonna rely heavily on obvious subtext, even in the Japanese vers.

- If I’m wrong about the last one…. ya know, I had this VERY low on my “likely to happen” list, but, the fact that they’re sharing a bed means that them kissing in a cutscene is not off the table.

- Link is either gonna show MUCH more emotion in this game while interacting with Zelda, or, Nintendo is gonna chicken out and have him stand around like 🧍again in every single cutscene because they don’t wanna disappoint fans who don’t ship zelink. (Usually I’d sorta understand but, they REALLY wrote themselves into a corner here. If Link isn’t at least visibly comfortable with her then that’s just shit writing)

- No, they aren’t gonna bone. Nor will there be any sort of reference to sexual contact between them. But, I also think a lot of teen and adult players might just sorta automatically assume that it happens because not only are they living together domestically, but they’re also around 23-24 yrs old now. Lot of time has passed. More than enough to, ya know…. “do stuff”

- There are likely more of Zelda’s diary entries you can find that give additional context to the relationship. Maybe she has another secret one in Hyrule castle or hidden in Hateno.

- Zelda’s room in the castle might be renovated now. And if it is, it’s very likely that it’ll be built to accommodate Link as well. There may even be some very cute easter eggs in her room like in Skyward Sword.

- Paya is gonna have some shit to say in her diary FOR SURE lmaoo. Probably something like “I’m so happy for them!” *you see what look like water droplet stains on the pages*

-The two thrones in the castle may actually have some subtle implications behind it. But I’m still not super confident that we’ll see Link become king. I mean, it’s pretty obvious that it will happen. But I’m just not used to Nintendo being so on the nose about their relationship. Them sleeping in the same bed is EXTREMELY out of left field for this franchise.

- There’s gonna be a musical reference to, or perhaps even remix, of “Romance in the Air” from Skyward Sword. And you know what? I’m gonna scream and cry and fucking explode because oh my god that is so romantic.

- No, Zelda is not gonna die. This franchise practically spawns money directly into Nintendo HQ. They are not gonna kill off the character who’s bloonline ensures more Zelda games.

[domoz]

short senju sibs time travel thing i kept thinking about, cw: mentions of child abuse

Kawarama awakens to arms tight around his chest and a gasping wheeze of "Kawa."

Tobirama is squeezing him tight enough to hurt, has his face buried between his shoulder blades. He's shaking, but Tobi never --

Something's wrong.

"Hey." He tries, voice still rough with sleep, "Hey, Tobi, it was a nightmare alright? I'm okay."

Tobirama's breath wavers, like he's trying to speak but he can't because he's…  Oh he's too close to tears which is…

Kawarama knows he's the only one Tobi is willing to cry in front of, but he also knows that he still hates it.

Tobirama doesn't let go, and all Kawarama can think to do is grab at Tobirama's hands and keep his breathing steady and hope that he follows.

He's starting to get there when the door slides open and Hashirama steps in, eyes wide and Itama bundled up against his chest. He's crying too, which is not so unusual for him, except that he's being quiet about it. Wordlessly, he crosses the room, kneels down on the futon, and gathers them both into his arms too, much as he can.

This is just starting to get scary.

"Onii-san? Did something happen?"

Hashirama laughs, quiet and watery.

"No. Just had a bad dream, was all."

"Oh." Breathes Kawarama, easier now, because Tobirama seems to have relaxed a little now that they're all together, "You too?"

A hand pets through his hair, but Hashirama only answers with a hum.

--

Thing is, if that had been where the weirdness stopped, Kawarama wouldn't have questioned it. But with Tobi, he was at a loss. His brother seemed to alternate between being so much more clingy than he'd ever been before and then going all stoic and distant.

And -- sure. It was a nightmare. A really scary one, apparently. Kawarama got them too, sometimes, and got freaked out, and wouldn't be at his best, but he usually got better. He gave it a day, and then a few days but if anything Tobirama only got worse. Got crazy intense with his training, was reading all the time when he wasn't and pretty often Kawarama would catch him just… Staring into space.

Worst of all, Hashirama was doing it too.

His older brother was never very serious, but sometimes something would happen, or chichiue would say something and he'd get this look on his face. He started trying to act all responsible, started acting like Tobi already was, but that Kawarama wasn't.

Must have been some nightmare.

Or genjutsu. Or his brothers have been replaced by impostors or something. He doesn't get it! Tobi has had scary dreams before now, but it had never caused anything like this!

And they won't talk about it!

Which as far as Kawarama is concerned, has left him with only one good option.

Ever since Tobirama has started practicing his sensing, there's only been one person who's been able to sneak under his guard, and that's him. Even with his brother's new weird paranoia, he can still manage to trail him through the compound until he's alone with Hashirama.

He was always better at being sneaky, between the two of them.

They meet in one of the gardens, but one of the far away ones. The ones where Hashirama goes to practice with his weird plant-jutsu everyone likes so much. Using trees as cover doesn't work against Hashi, so Kawarama has to resort to henging into a lizard and pretending to sun on a rock. Forcing his chakra as small as he can, its hard to focus on the conversation they're having, especially when it's even weirder than he thought.

"--We're too young for that!" Tobirama chides, "No one in the clan is going to be willing to listen right now, and if something happens to him now there's no way we can control the power vacuum that's going to come afterwards."

"I know, but I need to get him off of your backs! It's -- it's coming soon, Tobi."

There's a long silence, before Tobirama, sounding defeated, says, "I know." And then, frustrated, "I'm trying, but my chakra control isn't anywhere close, yet, and my stores are worse."

Hashirama groans and flops to the ground, the most like himself Kawarama has seen him be all week.

"…I need to do something to distract him from you guys. Give you more time. You always seemed to know him best, Tobi, what do you think I should do…?"

Tobi snorts, "Knew best how to keep him from beating me, more like." Which makes Hashirama make a wounded sound and Kawarma almost lose control of his chakra. Who the hell were they talking about that was trying to beat his brother? "And not right now, anyways. Things are… Different. Maybe I can volunteer --"

"No!" Hashirama cuts in "You already did enough of that for one lifetime. I'm your big brother, I can handle it. I just need to figure something out!"

More silence, just wind and Kawarma forcing himself not to boil over with anger.

"I'll do something to delay him getting to the mission." Hashirama declares, "He'll be forced to give it to someone older if there's less time."

"Maybe. And that's only a short term solution." Tobi mutters, cross, "You know he's just going to do it again."

Hashirama only crosses his arms, "And I can keep coming up with short term solutions until you figure out the long one, right?"

Tobirama rubs at his eyes, and in that moment he just looks so tired. But Kawarama knows he's been sleeping, so why…

"…Right."

[my-soupy-brain]

Crash Landing: Chapter 4

Description: You and Mike make it to Malibu to meet the group that's there, including his brother, Phil. And some potential competition.

Warnings: SMUT AHEAD

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Like Tucson, Malibu isn’t small. But you both figure if folks are alive, they’re going to be near the beach.

Who wouldn’t want an exquisite beach house for free?

Even if you can’t find anyone, you both decide to rest here for a while. The beautiful weather, exquisite views, options for multimillion dollar mansions — it’s a good place to call home.

You find a perfect abode along the beach, and decide to take a walk along the sand, but looking down the shoreline, Mike spots… movement. Figures. PEOPLE!

Mike points. 

“I’m not the only one seeing that, right?” he asks. You shake your head. “I see it, too.”

With no warning you take off running. Mike pulls ahead. As he nears a figure running toward him, he starts to shout: “Oh my God! Oh my God! Phil!”

But as Phil approaches Mike, he punches him in his groin, sending Mike to the ground. You run harder to reach him. 

“Mike! Mike, oh my God, are you OK? What the hell is the matter with you?” You shout at Phil as Mike writhes in pain. 

“Who are you?” the heavily-bearded Phil asks. 

“Ow! That hurt, ya turd!” Mike shouts at Phil before you can answer, standing up slowly. 

“That was for Christine!” Phil shouts at him, pointing his finger in his face. 

“Christine? From high school?! You haven’t seen me in three years and we survived a plague, and you’re mad about a girl from high school?!” Mike shouts.

Your mind is reeling, eyes watching the two of them like a ping-pong ball. Two brothers who survived this world-ending virus, and they’re fighting about a girl from high school. You have to laugh.

“I can’t believe this. It’s a miracle we’re here, Phil! I was trapped up there, worried about you and mom and dad for three years! This is a miracle, you turd!” Mike shouts, and that breaks Phil’s ice. They hug and smile, finally.

Phil apologizes as you introduce yourself, leading the two of you to his group, who are also random survivors who’ve banded together. 

You take a look at the others in the group — three women, all gorgeous — Phil, and another man. A quirky, cute woman smiles at Phil and takes his hand, introducing herself as Phil’s wife, Carol.

Phil walks you up to the house, the group following. You introduce yourself to the other members of the party, who seem happy to meet you — Carol especially.

“So how do you know Mike?” Carol asks with a smile. 

“Well, funny enough, he showed up on my boat randomly after dropping out of the sky,” you answer. “And…”

“And now she’s my girl,” Mike says, stopping to turn around, holding your hand as Carol claps. Melissa smiles, holding Todd’s hand. Phil makes a frustrated noise seeing Mike so happy.

And Ericka keeps her eyes trained on Mike, shooting daggers at you. 

…

For dinner you manage to enjoy a hearty meal. The group had a cow they recently butchered and have plenty to go around. 

Mike tells stories about Phil and their childhood, some of them embarrassing, making Phil annoyed. Considering Phil’s abuse on the beach, you think he has it coming. Mike manages to dredge up his childhood nickname, Skidmark.

After dinner, Phil wanders you through the house, insisting that right now, there’s not enough space even though there clearly is. As punishment for Mike, he exiles him to the outdoor furniture. 

“You can stay inside, we have room for one of you,” Phil adds, but you shake your head. 

“Mike can stay in my room, if he needs a place to sleep,” Ericka chimes. Your fist instinctively clenches. You can smell what she’s up to a mile away.

“I’ll stay out here with Mike,” you add, walking with him to the patio. You curl up on the couch together but before you fall asleep, Carol taps you on the shoulder.

“Phil was just being rotten to Mike,” she whispers. “There is a spare bedroom you’re welcome to use.” 

You hold her hand and thank her, Mike helping you up to move inside. 

Once the door closes Mike sighs. 

“My brother can be a lot but man, I really wish he wasn’t punishing you because he’s mad at me,” he says, pulling back the covers of the bed. 

“He’s not punishing me, I’m just refusing to leave you alone,” you add. “You’ll figure it out, I’m sure. It’s been a long time. He probably never thought he’d see you again. You’ll find your groove with him soon enough.”

Mike nods, putting his arm around you to hug you close. 

“Thank you, for everything. I wouldn’t have made it this far without you,” he says, leaning in to kiss you sweetly. You rope your arms over his neck and smile at him. 

“I’m glad you found him, though,” you whisper. “I’m glad you’re not alone.”

Mike quirks a smile. “I was never alone, now that I have you.”

He kisses you again, his tongue teasing your lips as he walks you toward the bed. It’s a double, so it will be a lot of shared space but you don’t mind. When he lays you down and crawls over you, your hands skate under his t-shirt to his chest, making you purr.

“You love that, don’t you,” he laughs lightly against your ear while he kisses your neck. “My chest. I’ve never seen anyone go crazy for it.”

“Well, they were fucking blind,” you giggle back, kissing his neck in return. 

His big hands push off your tank top strap, his lips kissing your shoulder. When you squirm, his other hand holds you down and you see the passion in his eyes. 

“Think we can be quiet,” he murmurs into your ear, making you moan and bite your lip. You nod. “We can certainly try.”

His hands skate down your body, pushing your shorts and panties down your thighs, his long finger caressing your hot sex. You moan again.

“Can’t be as loud here as we could be on the boat,” he chuckles. “Let’s see how fun this can be.”

You pull his shirt off and push his pants down in a hurry, your bodies frantic for each other as he crawls back in the bed and covers you both with the comforter.

When he slides inside you, you gasp a breath at the sensation. He smiles at you, the moonlight illuminating the room. “You’re so gorgeous,” Mike murmurs, kissing your lips, then your neck, then your breasts, where he takes a nipple in his mouth. Your body arches against him, his left hand traveling down the arch and to your hips. 

As his arm pulls you closer, he moves deeper, making you moan a little louder. 

“Oh, bad girl…getting noisy,” Mike says, kissing along your body. As he pushes faster the bed squeaks a little, making you both laugh. 

But as he tips his hips in the right direction, you’re gasping and clutching him. 

“Oh, Mike…fuck…” you whisper. He smiles at you. “Go ahead, baby, let me watch you come…”

Your head throws back on the pillow, his hand holding your thigh tight against him while he drives into you. You gasp and moan his name as quietly as you can, your entire body clenching in climax. 

“Fuck that’s hot,” Mike murmurs, looking down to see your bodies connected. “Oh, my God…”

With that, he leans closer to your chest, his head tucked against your neck to muffle his moans. With a few more pumps, he spills into you, your body taking every drop of pleasure from his. 

He goes limp and relaxed on top of you, your hands softly stroking his back as you kiss the side of his head. 

“Perfect,” you murmur against his messy hair. “You’re perfect.”

He pulls himself up to look at you, smiling, kissing your lips gently. 

“Takes one to know one,” he jokes, and you bring him back to your chest, holding him tightly before you eventually snuggle up together to fall asleep. 

…

“RISE AND SHINE!” Phil shouts through the door, pounding on it. You both jolt awake and look at the sun, figuring it’s only about 7 in the morning. No more sleeping in with Phil around. 

“WHAT ARE YOU DOIN’ IN THERE HUUUUUH?” Phil shouts through the closed door. Mike grumbles and puts on a pair of boxers and climbs out of bed to open it. 

“What do you want, Phil?” Mike asks tersely, waiting for a reply. 

“Well, I wanted to see — oh, hi, y/n! — Phil says, craning his neck to see you with the sheet pulled up to your bare chest, shielding yourself from his view. 

“I wanted to see if you wanted to join us for breakfast!” Phil says jovially. Mike nods, knowing this is all a game. 

“Yeah, sure. We’ll be out soon.”

“You might wanna put more clothes on. You too, y/n,” Phil says, laughing at his own joke. Ericka walks by behind Phil. 

“Lookin’ good, Mike,” she chimes, smiling at him. Mike slams the door. 

He returns to bed, climbing under the covers and pulling your body back to his. 

“I think Ericka has a thing for you,” you murmur, the thoughts running through your brain of the potential competition. Mike squeezes you tighter.

“Well that’s too bad because I’m yours,” he answers gently against your hair, moving it to kiss your neck. 

[punks-never-die205]

Souled Out

Fem Reader x Demon!Eustass Kid

CW: Blood, religious tones, original creation myth, ritual, violence, dubious consent, 18+

Chapter 5: Soul Connection

You fell asleep to Eustass exhausting his date for the evening. You didn’t greet her when she arrived, you already tucked away in the spare room, putting in ear plugs and noise canceling headphones. Even with the double protection it was impossible to block it out entirely – even with a hallway and the living room separating everything.

By the time you drifted off to sleep you were more surprised that the police hadn’t shown up at your front door, but you had read somewhere that the summoning itself could effect physical space, so maybe your apartment was magically soundproof now. Whatever the reason, no one came to complain and you slept well.

The next morning you got up and went about making breakfast out of habit. It was hard to remember to eat when you could barely even feel hungry, but you had put yourself into a habit some years ago and now operated almost automatically during mealtimes. Part way through the process you realized you weren’t alone as a bleary, half-dressed brunette woman meandered into the common area, and sat down at the breakfast bar.

“Hungry?” You ask, tending to the easy breakfast.

“… I am. Sorry, I didn’t realize you two lived together.” She sounds apologetic but you wave it off.

“It is an arrangement of business and convenience, miss, don’t worry.” You hand over a plate of easy over eggs, and toast. “It’s not much, but I hope it suits your tastes.”

“Oh, thank you.” She smiles. “I usually skip breakfast, this is quite the treat.”

“Coffee? There’s apple juice as well, or tea, or water.” You list off the options.

“Coffee if you’re making it for yourself, otherwise water’s fine.” She answers. “We’re not gonna exchange names, are we?" There’s a smile in her voice.

“We could.” You answer, grabbing a glass and filling it with water. “But to answer your inference, it is unlikely we would see one another again.”

“So I assumed, what a shame, he’s really good.” She sighs as you set the glass of water down nearby.

You almost wanted to tell her ‘you’re welcome’, but it would take a lot to explain that she survived the night in large part because of you. There wasn’t any real way to explain it – worst case she would think he was a serial killer or something, and you’d be dealing with police. Best case she’d think you were both off your rockers and you might still have to deal with the police.

“He does seem to excel in all he does.” You admit, making yourself breakfast. You can hear him waking up, stretching and getting out of bed, and are relieved and confused to hear him go into the bathroom. Perhaps demon bodies work like human bodies when they’re on this plane. Either way, it gave you time to eat before you handed off your breakfast to someone else a second time.

“Are you like… a butler or something?” She asks and you can tell from her tone she’s not being rude.

“… Butler is a close enough title.” You answer between bites. “It’s, perhaps, a little more informal than that.”

The two of you finish eating in silence and she goes back into the bedroom, coming out a couple minutes later dressed as, you assume, she had been when she arrived. Eustass is almost right behind her, yawning and offering and mumbled ‘good morning’.

You had assumed he would be more of an ass, when his piece of ass wasn’t gone before he was up, but he was surprisingly convivial. Or at least neutral about it.

He sits down at the breakfast bar and nearly lays across the counter. “Where’s breakfast, lil’ co-er-(Y/N).”

“Still in the fridge,” you answer as you open the refrigerator and pull out some eggs. “I fed your guest and myself, but it won’t take long.”

“Gilda,” she says, standing at the edge of the kitchen space. “Since I heard your name, I figured it was only right.” Gilda extends her hand for a shake. “Thanks for the breakfast.”

“You’re welcome.” You reach out to accept the offered hand. “It was a pl-!”

The second your fingers touched Gilda’s there is a crackle in the air. The explosion of energy throws you both away from each other. You thought you heard someone yell, but the speed and force of the explosion has ripped your consciousness from you just after you feel yourself impact into something.

Eustass coughs, shrugging off bits of plaster and wood from his and your newfound position in the bathroom. The crackle of energy had given him just enough time to react and he managed to cushion you before the force of the explosion slammed you into the wall. There’s not so much as a scratch on him, but if the blast had been able to hurt him, the apartment building probably wouldn’t have survived, never mind you.

“Shit.” He shifts around in the broken bits of wood and moves you around carefully. Nothing’s bending in the wrong direction, and you’re only bleeding a little. Looking up through the new hole connecting the kitchen to the bathroom he sees the girl from last night. Gilda, apparently, didn’t survive.

“You better not blame me for that death, contractor.”

Standing up carefully, he looks you over again before lifting you up. Your heart’s beating, and he heals the few shallow cuts on your arms and legs easily enough. He can’t sense or smell anything wrong, and it doesn’t seem like there’s any internal bleeding to be worried about. Picking you up carefully, listening for any unwanted noises like bones grinding or internal injuries gurgling, he walks out of the bathroom through the door and sets you on the couch before going over to Gilda.

Something had blown her hand off. More like disintegrated it. Eustass grabbed her arm and looked at the wound. The stump was smooth like glass, and there was even a shine to it. There were wounds on her consistent with taking an explosion practically to the face like she had, but it was almost like her hand wasn’t even her own in the first place.

Nothing had been off before the handshake. He hadn’t been on this plane long enough for anyone to be reacting to it – his kind or humankind. Demon hunters were still a thing, laughably weak as they were anymore, and sure there were plenty of others on Earth at any given point, but even with the list of people who’d give a shit about him, none were connected enough to know he was even here yet.

What was it about the name Gilda that bothered him though? No matter how much he thought about it, nothing came to mind.

“Was she gunning for you from the start, contactor?” He murmurs, glancing at you before turning his attention back to the corpse.

Eustass’ eyes shine and he peers at the broken body of last night’s screamer. There’s no tattered remains of a soul on her, she’s already left for The Turn, and it wasn’t like she was a homunculus. All of her pieces and parts, what were left of them, were flesh and bone and blood. No heart crystal, no remnants of magic, and no signature.

“Well lady, you’re a missing person now.” Eustass murmurs, setting the body to flames like he had the poster board the day before. In seconds there was little more than a few ashes mixed in with the dusty disaster the kitchen was in.

Turning his gaze back to you, his eyes keep their eerie focus, and he growls. There’s more soul in you now than there was yesterday, but what’s there doesn’t look stable. It’s not going to disappear or disconnect from you in the next few hours, but as well as Eustass can see souls, they aren’t his area of expertise.

He already knew he was going to have to see the freak the second you told him why you summoned a demon, but now he was going under terms he wasn’t thrilled about.

Tossing open the curtain that covered the sliding glass door, he pulled it open and looked around the balcony. No one was around, not that it would matter much. Coming back into the living room he scooped you up into his arms again. Emotions or not, it was probably for the best that you were unconscious for this.

Stepping up onto the railing Eustass Kid leapt into the air. The black scales that had shivered over his body before gather and bulge at his back, and large red and black wings catch the air as magic and muscle take the two of you higher and higher. It would only take a few minutes to reach where he needed to go, hopefully that little freak hadn’t picked up and moved shop already.

[sweetestberryofthebunch]

hello berry my dear i’ve been thinking again (oh no) but !!! remember that musician au we were tossing around a bit ago? nicky drops out of the tour, or at least tries to. but what makes her stay ??? or does she leave and take her team with her even though that means that they have to leave behind the friends they’ve made—at least for however long this goes on?

anyway i think about it A Lot and i’d love to hear your thoughts love you <3

Oh I think shes packing up her stuff, angrily scattering to find all her things in all the equipment that over the duration of the tour just kind of all melted together into one big collaborative collection, when Jan and Jackie come rushing in, wanting to stop her.

They have a little bit of a fight, Nicky confessing that she likes them, both of them, and that she can’t do this when that is not an option. Jackie confesses that she has had feelings for Jan for years now, and that Nicky being so close with her pulled her apart at first, but when she got to know the French girl she couldn’t help but feel an attraction, and it all just became so confusing. Jan can’t help herself, she has tears in her eyes at all the raw emotions laid out at once, and simply pulls both of them into a tight, long hug, which neither of them can deny her. They stay like that for a moment, none of them able to tell how long exactly, but eventually Jan looks up, cheeks red, but her tears dried, and looks at Nicky.

„Please don’t go“, she whispers, „I don’t want to finish the tour without you.“ Nicky swallows hard, then lunges forward, catching Jan‘s lips in a gentle, but endlessly meaningful kiss. And Jackie, for some reason, is not jealous. Quite the opposite, she feels all warm and fuzzy inside, a feeling that only intensifies when Nicky pulls away from Jan and turns to her, and then they’re kissing too.

That night, Nicky sleeps in Jan and Jackie’s tourbus with them, and they promise each other to make this work, even if it’s complicated. And, for their own privacies sake, they decide to keep this little thing a secret for now, to keep it just betweem them.

All they make sure to let management know the tour will continue as planned, and also that they’re going to collab on a song that they’ll hopefully debut on stage in a week or two.

The team is confused but relieved, but Gigi swears if they scare them like that ever again, she’s taking Crystal and leaving.

[is-the-rat-vid-cute]

If they weren’t siblings before they certainly are now! Three of them (Rahab, Penelope, and Titania) were bought together and were already very bonded, so we think they are littermates! We got Dantes (our neutered male) as a rescue from a pet store a few months later after he had been isolated for ~2 months without other rat company. The last two (Capricorn and Saturn) my girlfriend’s coworker gave to us because he couldn’t take care of them properly anymore, and were purchased together! All of them were purchased from a pet store, so it can’t be said for certain what their familial relationships are, unfortunately. As for Rahab, she’s the skittish one, and the lump is getting so big now it’s impeding her movement(it’s right under her left hind leg), so even though she’s about two years old, we’re seriously considering the surgery just because of how big it is.

———

@giganeura oh wow, it’s interesting that they all look so similar even though they’re not from the same litter! It’s great that they’re all bonded so well :)

Ultimately it is your call whether or not you want to try surgery. It might be worth a shot if you can afford it and are willing to take the risk of it not working out for her, but just keep in mind that a healthy rat has a mortality rate of 1/50 under anesthesia, and that risk only gets worse as they get older. You also want to make sure that she’s in good enough health to recover fully from the surgery in the rest of her lifespan. Rats from pet stores often don’t have great genetics or health in the first place, which can make it harder for them to recover. Surgery is hard on rats, and it’s important to consider just how much it would be extending her life by, and how much of that time would she be in pain or alone because she’s recovering.

The alternative to surgery would be monitoring quality of life and being prepared to put her to sleep when it gets too much for her. Generally that means when she loses the ability to be a rat properly — if she’s starting to lose mobility, that is likely a sign that her time is coming. This test was made by a reputable rat breeder to help folks evaluate the quality of life of their rats, and can be a good guideline to get a more objective perspective about the situation.

All in all it’s your choice, and I don’t think either option would be “wrong”, it’s just a question of how much risk you want to take. Trying surgery may be worth it, but monitoring QOL and letting her pass peacefully before it becomes too much for her is also a perfectly valid option. Sending internet hugs to both of you — this is never an easy decision.

[lmelodie]

I have only one (1) thought about fusion AU that's been replaying in my head for a while. A very specific plot bunny that I probably won't write in full but it has captivated me, so i’m going to tell you about it!

Of course it's BlackIce centric, Julians time to shine is now!

Jack and Jacqueline went out on this mission but just happened to stumble upon Killian cause he was just there.

But a vague magical threat ambushes them, Jacqueline nearly gets swiped so they both try and save her at the same time resulting in Julian. Who doesn't actually know he’s fused for a while cause he’s taking care of the immediate threat.

And after the fight, Jacqueline has TO TELL THEM that they are currently fused.

Julian: Mind equations meme

Julian: OH FUCK! 

They promptly have a little freak out about it, literally arguing with himself, only saying how much he literally doesn't wanna be here.

But when they try and unfuse, multiple times, it doesn't work.

Jacqueline’s like, can you unfuse?

Julian: Nope. Looks like we can't. Don’t worry this always happens whenever we fuse it's fine.

And Jacqueline is like, What? That doesn’t sound right, even Jack himself knows that unfusing should be the easy part??

And Julian is like It’s fine, when I say this happens all the time I mean it. Whenever I get stuck the only thing we can do is just kinda wait it out until the components are too physically exhausted from sustaining the fusion and they break apart and pass out. Jack usually does a sprite sleep afterwards.

And Jacqueline is like >:O WTF?? THAT'S NOT HEALTHY! There's gotta be an easier way to untangle yourself.

And Julian is like, nope. Haven't found another way to do it. Just gotta wait it out unfortunately.

But Jacqueline isn’t having it and is like Ok what if i try and tire you out myself, and speed run the process. I mean you’re the epitome of two middle aged men stacked together in a trench coat (literally) how hard can this be? So she tries to fight him.

But surprise surprise, it’s harder than she thought considering that he has the raw power of TWO legendary figures. So when that doesn't work, she tries taking him back to frost manor to get the fam's opinion on how to unfuse them.

(I am not a Jacqueline expert and i don't know who she would most likely call in for a fusion problem, so this could all be replaced with another option besides the frost fam)

But the whole time he’s trying to leave for the city to cause CHAOS.

Julian: As long as we're going to be stuck like this, we might as well make it worth my while. I got a giant snake demon to unleash on the streets!

But even so, she takes him back to Frost Manor and is like, Help me fam idk what to do.

(Enter prose about how Julian can't fit and gets stuck in the doorway)

And Winter is like, hold on real quick gotta message your dad. Now that Julian is here he’s gotta call ahead to the fire department, law enforcement offices, mother nature. Just to give them a heads up, just in case. 

Jacqueline's next idea is to get someone ELSE who has even MORE ENERGY than her to try and tire him out faster. 

GET HIM FIRE!! 

So the twins fuse and Fire tries their best, but I think them and Julian cause even MORE damage to the yard than ever thought possible. Julian tries to see how much ice they handle before their flames get put out.

Julian: Hey as long as you're gonna be on fire, make yourselves useful and light this will you? (offers cigarette)

But we have two options for possible endings:

1) Fire actually works their magic and wears him down enough for them to unfuse (with still a lot of difficulty) but they’re not even as worn as they usually are by the end!

2) Using Fire doesn't work and they have to call in fucking BLINTER to beat his ass into the ground. This is the more violent option and one that does require the Jack sprite sleep afterwards, in essence forcing them apart.

The entire time while they were fused, both of them tried not to peek into the other's mind. But these thoughts are hard to get rid of when you're sharing a headspace with someone else!

So coming unfused they now know, very unwillingly, just a little more about the other, and his point of view. (Maybe even like a feeling or two idk)

[itsmepage]

Princess Peach & Daisy!Showtime!

Princess Peach x Princess Daisy || I thought the idea of Daisy interacting w/ Princess Peach showtime outfits would be so cute so I’m making a mini series out of it! Also to anyone who may concern: no they’re not cousins nor sisters

Chapter 1: The Patisserie and Her Assistant

Fluff

Warnings: Small food fight, very small burn attack, and house fire joke

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“Come on Daisy! Come on!!” Peach said excitedly as she practically dragged her friend out of bed. “Peach no! There’s a cliffhanger come ooonnnn!!” Daisy protested “Better reason to make food when watching it! Come on pleasssee..” Peach begged giving her the puppy eyes. “That’s not going to work for me.” Daisy lied. A minute or two had passed. “Okay fine!” Daisy finally gave up, mainly because she: had no energy to sleep and two: couldn’t say no to her best friend to her best friend. “Yay!!” Peach cheered happily, grabbing her friend’s hand “Let’s bake!!” She said pulling Daisy to the kitchen.

“Okay so, I have plenty of options!” Peach said, looking through her cabinet and pulling out boxes. “We could make, brownies.. cupcakes.. cookies..” she kept going as Daisy took a peek in the fridge “Woooahh ho! Ho!”Daisy silently yelled slight laughter in her voice. Daisy just found boxes upon boxes of cookies some were wrapped in plates, others were kept in containers and these cookies were not small, they were HUGE. They crowded two shelves of Peach’s fridge: barely enough room for basic everyday dairy like milk and eggs! They even look as delectable and tasty as they smell.

“Peach, I know you bake, but this is a lot!!” Daisy over-exaggerated “Why not just eat these?” Daisy asked “Oh! That is because..” Peach started, putting down two new boxes and closing the cabinet. “You remember the Sparkle theater I wrote to you about?” Peach asked as she walked up to the fridge. Daisy nodded. “These are for the Patisserie show on tomorrow night.” Peach told her. “Really?? They’re not props? You make them??” Daisy said surprised and impressed. “mm hm!” Peach said nodding. “Will it be a problem if I try.. only… one..?” Daisy asked, slowly reaching for a container before Peach gently smacked her hand away. “Yes! It would be a problem!” She said shutting the fridge, Daisy complained. “Those cookies realistically take forever to make, and I need them for the show! Besides we’re baking right now!” Peach defended herself, which clicked a lightbulb in Daisy's head. “Then we can bake the cookies for tonight!” Peach lowered her shoulders “Hey! Hey! You said you wanted to bake! AND bake whatever I want to bake!” Daisy said holding out her finger to moppy princess.

“Well, I was hoping we could make more than that..” Peach admitted. “-and we will!” Daisy said, grabbing all the boxes Peach pulled out “We both know we’re not going to bed anytime soon!” The girls both laughed and immediately got started First, after washing their hands and putting on matching aprons and chef hats Daisy worked on the simplest batch: regular chocolate chip cookies while Peach was working on the brownies. The girls were making a mess flicking the porridge in one another direction, flour, was already being smeared on their faces as their laughter lit up the room. “This is for when I was 7!” Daisy yelled taking her wooden spoon and flicking the cooking dough in Peach’s direction. Peach dodged it with her arm. “Can you ever let that go?!” Peach giggled fling brownie batter at her back.

Something they did when the girls were younger and wanted to bake together, Peach usually one is to take it so seriously since she first learned how to bake and was pretty good at it for the most part. Daisy always wanted to fool around and have fun, making the battle not-so-fun for Peach for like a second before playfully trying to get her back. Got her right on her butt it was pretty funny.

Made Daisy smile at the memory.

Once the girls were done with their first round of food fight, Daisy put the cookies in the Oven as Peach was pouring the brownies into the clear pan. After she was done, Peach got started on the big cookies Daisy quickly moved next to her as Peach laid out instructions. Regular batter, sugar cookies, and other ingredients for inside the shell: Daisy helps with the ladder. “So like this right?” Daisy asked, showing Peach the bowl. “Exactly!” Peach said, “Don’t mix too much though!” She quickly added. “Righto, Chef!” Daisy jokes, saluting her “That’s Patisserie to you!” Peach corrected playfully “My bad, oh dearest Patisserie!” Daisy played along, and the girls laughed. A Ding! and the cookies were done. Daisy got them out of the oven and moved them over to the napkins, nearly burning herself in the process. As she did that Peach placed the brownies in the oven at the correct cooking time. “Let’s hope we burn down the castle!” Daisy jokes making Peach hit her with a towel “Don’t! Say! That!” She said “OWW-!” Daisy yelled in “pain.” Now finish the cookies and put them in the once the brownies are finished.

After hours everything was done, the sugar cookies, the chocolate chip cookies, the brownies. Felt delectable, unlike the state of the kitchen. Excepting their fate, they went ahead and cleaned it. Daisy taking a moment to look at Peach’s face, covered in flour, and bits of cookie dough thrown at her, began laughing. “What?” Peach questions laughing along. “Y-Your face! You look like you’ve been through war!” Daisy Laughed. “So have you!” The girls laughed at each other, getting the place tidied up. As they giggled Bringing the sweet treats in bowls and plates and moved back into the bedroom to enjoy this show in sweet snaking. Enjoying each other’s cooking.

“Daisy, I cannot wait to tell my co-actors about my wonderful assistant and her help in baking such delicious cookies!” Peach cheesy said which made Daisy blush a little. “Aww! Well, I will be honored!” She smiled shyly as the girls enjoyed each other’s company, laughing and commenting at the show in front of them. “You should come see some time, or audition for one of the shows! You’ll be wonderful!!”Peach said, putting another cookie in her mouth. “You mentioned that.” Daisy responded, nodding. Making Peach turned her head, as she’s waiting for an answer. “I’ll think about it” she admitted, knowing she was the think and smiling when she saw Peach’s brighten up face. “Promise?” Peach held her pinkie “Promise.” Daisy said taking the oath. The girls continue their night, laughing at their dumb shows and jokes stuff in their face with sweet before finally falling asleep.