#pregancy update

[bihansthot]

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full of baby yet?

Whoever you are anon I love you 🤣🤣🤣 sadly I am not full of baby yet but hopefully soon, I think Bi-Han is going to kill Syzoth soon if he has to wait much longer. I’m still trying to figure out if I’m going to lay an egg

[myladysapphire]

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With a feud older than history, the Blackwoods and Brackens have long been enemies, but now, you, a daughter of lord Bracken, finds yourself in the arms of Benjicot Blackwood, and he will do everyhting it takes to make you his.

based of this request

word count: 3,893

cw: MDI, 18+, smut, dry humping, loss of virginity, p in v, fingering, making out, masturbation, violence, slight breeding kink, pregancy, not proofread!

Benjicot Blackwood x Bracken!fem!reader

dividers by @zaldritzosrose

Authors notes: a lot of ocs, alot of canon diveregence and based before the dance.

sorry this took so long to come out and so long for me to update in general! i wrote half of this and then decided to re do the whole thing entirely differently and then I got stuck and started writing two other things but here it is, enjoy!

“You will not marry him” your fathers voice bellowed.

You had begged and pleaded and yet there was no resolve, your father was adamant in a match with the lord Jorah Mallister a man near twice your age. And not a match with the man you held dear to your heart.

Benjicot Blackwood.

You had met him near six summers ago. For six years you had been courting him in private, away from all eyes but each other’s.

It had been easy to fall in love with him, with someone as kind and well mannered as he. But that wasn’t what had drawn you to him.

At the time neither of you knew which house the other belonged too, nor cared. There seemed to be something unexplainable that drew you to one another.

You were like twin flames, so similar and yet you were your own unique force but together you burned brighter.

But this wasn’t something your lord father could understand.

The feud between Blackwood and Bracken had spanned through time and was a never-ending factor. They would always despise one another, the true reason why lost to time and only fuel was added to the fire with each generation.

If the Blackwood’s stood on one side, you can guarantee the Brackens stood on the other.

The sides of their conflict varied, no one knowing the truth, neither history book nor legend.

With both houses being old and ancient, with blood of the first men running though their veins. Both claimed to be kings, the Blackwood’s claiming to have been kings of the wolfs wood before being driven south. And the Brackens had been kings of the Riverlands.

There it is said the Blackwood’s usurped the Bracken lands, where the Blackwood’s claimed the Brackens were petty lords and sells words hired to usurp them.

And though there had been a hundred peace’s between the families over the millennia, with every blackwood comes Bracken blood, and ever bracken comes blackwood blood. But no peace lasted long enough, and each peace ended with a larger wound than before.

When it comes between the two it is often a case of, he said or she said, no one wishes to get involved and no one knows the truth, and no matter the efforts of their overlord of kings, no truce lasted.

And all because of this, a feud neither of you wished to take part in, you were torn apart.

A marriage set between you and an old lord, and the turning of a key locking you in your rooms, separating you from him.

Your father thought it was some infatuation, when in fact it was everything.

You had met as children, playing on the border between your lands. He had tripped and fell over the border stones and you, with your friends having long run off at the sight of a blackwood came to aid him.

Tending to the small cut on his head, you teased him mercilessly, claiming he must be the best knight the Blackwood’s had if he would so easily cross the border as he did.

Andin truth that was how it all started, childish teasing, and the small gesture of caring for his small cut.

With days spent meeting at the border, playing as children did, you forged a bond. A bond that only strengthen as you were sent to ward with your mother’s family over.

With two summers spent together, the third apart it was clear much had changed when you went to meet at the border once more.

You had become a woman and he a man, and suddenly the childish games got lost and suddenly bashful smiles were exchanged in the place of teasing.

“How are you?” he has asked, having spent he summer with no word, unable to send each other letters, with fear of being caught and your friendship ending.

It was clear much had changed, your faces had lost the baby fat, he was now a head taller than you, whereas before you had towered over him. Your clothes had become that of a lady, no longer where your dressed hemmed to your ankles, your tunics and trousers thrown out in favour of gowns and jewels.

Your hair had grown long, and now adorned with jewels and accessories alike.

You looked everything of the lady you were expected to be and more. You had grown into your features, and he was struck by you.

It was almost like you were strangers again, with you blushing as you towards him and he unsure of how to act towards you know.

Stuttering your words, as you recounted your year, blushing as you told him of your kiss with one of the stable hands. How you had helped your aunt give birth, and how you had felt lonely without him, even though you only got to see him for a few hours every few days.

He had recounted his summer, how he had become a squire and his father had started giving him duties, fit for the future lord of Raventree.

The awkwardness left you both as the day passed and the sun set, you both left with a new view of the other. A year apart changing you from childhood friends to newfound crushes.

Neither of you cared that you were from rivalling families, the skirmishes between your cousins and his cousins and even him, never affecting you bar a small argument here and there.

As time passed and you both grew older you found most of your days spent with the other, and soon the friendly hand holding was exchanged for soft kisses and wandering hands.

If you were from any other house a marriage would have been easy, but neither of your fathers accepted the other, and as tensions grew and grew you lost any hope for a future with Ben.

You had kept your friendship, your companionship a secret, a well-kept secret no one not even your closest friends knew off.

Until two days ago.

The news of a betrothal had spurred you; you had run to the border to find Ben and beg him to run away.

But instead of Ben you found your oldest brother Amos, and a man you briefly recognised to be Bryden blackwood, a cousin to Ben. They seemed to be in some argument, over the boundary stones. Luckily no swords had been drawn yet.

You approached your brother cautiously.

“Amos” you started, nodding to the bracken men that stood with him.

“Sister…what are you doing her?” he asked, moving away from Bryden’s glare.

“I could ask you the same, aren’t you meant to patrol the border not step over it?” “I knew you changed the boarder stones!”

“I did not, my sister does not know what she speaks, she rarely comes here!”

“Rarely swear I’ve seen you before” he stepped closer to you, your brother slowly stood to stand in front of you. “Yes…I know you, you’re that girl my cousins spends his days with! hah a Bracken bitch”.

“What does he speak of!” your brother demanded.

“Nothing, I don’t know- “

Ben walked over, a laugh set on his face and hand on his sword, ready to fight if needed. “What is going on here?” he said, facing falling as he saw you.

Bryden turned to face him, “We were simply observing the border stones before your bitch came along”.

“What did you call her?” both Ben and Amos questioned, tone stern and glares set on Bryden.

“a Bracken Bitch” he punctuated each word, stepping closer to Amos, only to be dragged away by Ben and a punch landing swiftly on his face.

Ben’s fists pounded Bryden’s face, blood spattering as groans left Bryden’s lips, ben only stopped as his uncle, Wilheim came running up and pulled him away.

“What is going on here!”

“Your nephew insulted my sister” Amos spoke, his hand reaching for his sword.

“And why is Benjicot bloody blackwood taking it out on him?” he near screamed.

You looked tot eh floor, to scared to speak.

“He called her my Bracken…my Bracken bitch” Ben spoke, his eyes glued to your form as you nervously kicked at the border stones.

Wilheim gave Ben and exasperate look, “is its true boy?”

You looked up, feeling all eyes on yours.

“yes” he said, his face downcast in shame. Not shame for being with you, for the moments you shared or the love he felt but for the way it was revealed, for how you had been spoken off and the laughs that irrupted at the news.

Wilheim pulled him closer, “is she still?” everyone knew what he was asking, no matter how discrete he tried to be.

You knew the answer, and you knew no matter what came out of Bens mouth your brother would be forced to tell your father and your father would demand the maester check your maidenhead, something he wouldn’t find.

As you waited for Ben to answer your mind went back to six moons ago.

Your mind went back to six moons ago.

It was your nameday, you had escaped the celebrations and made your way to the border, where ben awaited gift in hand.

“Happy name day” he greeted, pulling you in for a hug, his face buried in your neck.

“Thank you” you breathed, your touches lingering as you pulled apart, his face close too yours.

Your eyes were locked to his, as you hesitated to step away.

“My gift?” you asked, as you stepped back ever so slightly, noticing the lingering gaze on your lips.

He smiled shyly, before presenting you the gift.

The gift, a book you had long desired. You had been unable to find it anywhere and yet, Ben had found it just for you.

“Ben” you breathed, at a loss for words as you started up at him, a shy smile on his face. “Thank you”, you said taking a step towards him once more, your body’s now impossible close.

“It was no problem” he breathed, your faces breaths apart.

A blush filled your cheeks as you leant forward your lips catching his in a soft slow kiss.

Your mouths moved in tandem, slow and soft as his hands came up to grip your waist, pulling you into him as your kiss became sloppier, his tongue teasing its way into your mouth as your hands came up to grip his hair, your lips never breaking.

Had you not been where anyone could find you, you where sure the kiss would never end, but the fear of being caught, your reputation ruined spurned you to push yourself away from him.

“we should go somewhere more private” you breathed, “out of prying eyes” “won’t they notice if your gone much longer?” “I doubt it, I said the wine had gone to my head and my maid, Farrah was more than happy to vouch the same, and that I wish to be left alone after I gave her 10 silver dragons.”

He laughed, “there is an inn nearby, perhaps we could go there?”

“An inn?” you asked a small smile on your face.

He nodded, “I know you may not wish to spend your nameday in an inn- “ “I wish to spend it with you” you interrupted, “I do not care where”.

And so, you had gone to the inn, it was barren when you got in, not many traveling to kings’ road so near winter, a room was easy to find and for the first time you were truly away from prying eyes.

The room was quaint, at least compared to what you were used too, with a double bed in the centre of the room, a small tub and chamber pot on one side and a dresser and table on the other.

“Will anyone question if you are gone long?” you asked, taking off your cloak.

You knew he most likely wouldn’t, having more freedom than you as a man and heir.

“Perhaps, but as long as I ma back by dawn I doubt I will get in any trouble.”

You nodded, “you leave often in the night then?” you teased, a smirk playing on your lips.

He coughed awkwardly, “my uncle and my cousins, Bryden, Davos and Bennifer took me to a brothel for my nameday”.

“a Brothel?” you asked in surprise, though there was a hint in jealousy in your voice, “and did you?

“No!” he said quickly, “no I wouldn’t do that” to you, he wanted to say, but up until today you hadn’t done anything, bar hold hands and lingering touches here and there.

You smiled, standing up and walking up to him, he seemed frozen, unsure of what to do or what his intentions were of even bringing you here.

You moved cautiously, your hand reaching for his as you moved yourself into his embrace.

Your fingers interlocking with his, “ben” you whispered.

And he whispered your name back, smiling as he did.

“I love you” you spoke, no hesitation in your voice.

“I love you” he breathed back, his face full of uninhibited joy.

Your lips captured his once more, this time it was full of passion, your lips moving together in tandem, his hands moving to your waist and pulling you effortlessly closer to him.

With one hand still interlocked with his, the other reached up and gripped his hair pulling him even closer to you.

Your mouths never broke apart, even as a soft moan left your lips as his tongue moved with yours.

 You started to step back slowly, dragging him with you until your back hit the bed, Bens body covering yours, his hips slowly began to grind against yours, feeling his clothed cock through his breeches as he grinded against your heat.

You moaned softly into his mouth as your body’s moved together.

“Ben” you groaned, as his lips separated from yours and moved to your neck, pressing quick sloppy kisses before leaning over you his eyes staring into yours.

He whispered your name, “do you want to keep going?”

You nodded, leaning up to reach for the laces of your gown, you never broke eye contact as you untied your dress, allowing it to fall slightly and reveal our thin chemise.

He blushed at the sight, leaning back and allowing you to fully remove your dress, before you reached for him and started to undo the ties of his tunic and breaches.

You moved slowly, taking him in as you undid his clothes, your touches lingering as you finally revealed his naked chest.

Now only in your small clothes, he reached over you once more, his body covering yours and his lips once again capturing yours.

Your bodies continued to move against each other the friction casing moans and groans to fall from his lips and yours.

Your chemise bunching up at your waist, revealing your wet cunt to Ben.

“gods” he said, feeling your bare cunt rub against his length, “his hands moved from where he had placed them at your waist to move along your thighs.

He swallowed slightly as your legs began to part, baring yourself to him.

“Do you ever touch yourself?” he asked, his fingers moved closer to your heat.

“yes” you breathed as he lightly teased your folds.

“Show me”

You breathe grew heavy, as you nervously moved your fingers down the length of your body.

Ben moved back from you as your finger dipped into your folds, gathering up your silk.

Circling your clit is slow motions, you never broke eye contact, soft moans leaving your mouth.

With one fingering circling your clit you began to dip another into your folds, circling and teasing yourself before finally plunging a finger into your hole.

You let out a moan as you did, slowly pumping your finger in and out of you.

“Gods, your beautiful,” Ben said, his hand coming to meet yours as he swiftly replaced your fingers, plunging two fingers into your hole.

You let out a high-pitched moan. The feel of his fingers was nothing compared to yours, the pleasure entirely different, even more so when his thumb came to circle your clit.

“Like this?” he asked, his movements unsure as he watched you and took in every moan or whimper you made.

“Yes! Gods yes” you said, feeling your peak wash over you as his fingers moved faster in and out of you.

You breathed heavily, sinking into the mattress as you rode out your peak.

“Good?” he asked, reaching forward to press a soft kiss to your mouth.

“yes” you said, before sitting up and reaching for the bottom of your chemise.

“Are you sure?” he asked, as you began to take of the last layer of clothing.

You smiled, nodding your head, and revealing yourself to him.

He moaned at the sight of you, getting impossible hard as he took you in.

He stood of the bed slowly, moving to take of his final layer and bare himself to you.

You groaned at the sight, “come here” you breathed.

He slowly crawled back onto the bed, his body covering yours once more as he took your lips in a passionate and heated kiss, his legs slowly parted yours as he positioned himself at your entrance.

“Are you sure?” he asked softly, moving to caress your face.

Nodding, you reached up to kiss him, “yes”.

And with that he slowly entered you.

Groaning at the stretch, you felt a slight sting as he slowly entered you, your face contorted in quick discomfort that quickly faded as he settled himself fully inside you, allowing you time to adjust.

He seemed lost tin pleasure at the feeling of your heat wrapped around his length, his face buried in the nape of your neck as he held back from moving.

“You can move” you breathed after a minute, hands wrapping around his neck as you moved your hips to urge him.

He moved slowly, pumping in and out of you, learning every move that made you moan or whimper.

He kissed slowly at your neck as his hips pumped in and out of you, his groans muffled by your neck as he began to pump faster and harder.

Your moans grew more frequent, your hand reaching down to rub at your clit as you felt the familiar feel of your peak hitting you once more, it was fast but no less pleasurable as you and he reached your peak simultaneously.

He swiftly removed himself and finished on your stomach, as your fingers continued to circle your clit, as you rode out your peak.

“gods” you laughed, after a few minutes, ben having gone to get a cloth to clean you up. “I hadn’t expected this for my nameday” you said reaching for him and pulling him into for a kiss once more.

You spent the night wrapped in his embrace, dawn coming faster than you had hoped and you were soon sneaking back into your rooms.

As the moons passed your meetings became ones of lovers, with romantic rendezvous with disguises as you went to Fairmarket parading as smallfolk away from prying eyes.

Your nights spent in each other’s embrace, whether it was in the inn or under the stary sky.

Now six moons later, you did not regret that night or the nights that followed, but the look of disappointment your brother gave you made you wish a part of you desired to take it back.  

“no” Benji spoke, answering his uncle’s question of your maidenhead.

“You will marry” he spoke, your father will approve it and I’m sure we could do with peace with our too sides, with the talk of war and all”.

But your father had instantly refused, saying he would rather a whore for a daughter than a blackwood.

You had been locked in your room for three moons, wedding arrangements made for you a lord Mallister.

You had been unable to escape to leave and see Ben, your every move watched and monitored. Though you had heard he had demanded to see you, begging for your hand and even challenging lord Mallister to a duel.

All had been refused and you were starting to lose all hope of ever seeing him again.

Then there was a tap at your window.

“Ben!” you whisper shouted, seeing him hanging onto the wall for dear life as you opened the window to let him in.

“How did you- “you began to ask only to be cut of with a demanding kiss as Bens lips attacked yours.

“I have missed you” he breathed as you pushed you down onto the bed and began to untie his breeches. “My father agrees we should wed.” he started, kissing you again, as he began to bunch up your skirts, revealing your heat to him. “He says the only way your father would accept us to marry his if you were pregnant” he breathed, his breaches now around his ancles as his finger began to tease your hole.

“Pregnant?” you questioned, “he said he’d rather me a whore than a blackwood” you said, moaning as he began to pump in fingers in and out of your entrance.

“Your father is also a devout man of the faith, is he not” he said, fingers pumping in and out of you.

“yes” you moaned, “and you and your family are followers of the old gods…he would never- “you cut yourself off with a moan as his cock replaced his fingers, plunging in and out of you at fast pace.

“And yet he said to my father that if a babe came, he would allow it…and yet he kept you from me, from any chance of us” he groaned, leaning down to kiss you as he felt your walls clench around his cock as you came.

“I am going to fuck a baby into you, going to fill you up with my seed” he groaned, “I will come, climb the walls of your castle every night until you a bred and then we shall get married and you will me mine, not that cunt Mallister!” his tone was harsh, but as his eyes bore into yours you saw the longing, the love and sense of purpose as he fucked you like he had never fucked you before.

It was primal, pure animalistic as he fucked his seed into you.

He lay on top of you, his cock still in you as you both caught your breath.

That night he took you in more ways than you could count, and in the breath moments his cock wasn’t filling you he recounted his days apart from you.

But as dawn broke, he was forced to leave, just like every other night you shred in each other’s arms.

But he fulfilled his promise visiting you every night until your moons blood stopped, and a pregnancy was confirmed.

Your father was furious, hated how you had defied him, found away to see Ben once more, and now he was forced to marry you.

With a slight swollen belly, it was no secret of why the Brackens and Blackwood’s once again decided to try at peace, even more so when Ben could hardly wait for the bedding ceremony to take you as his wife.

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[romana-after-dark]

Be Quiet Masterlist

Dark!Logan Howlett x fem!reader

Summary: Told in a combination between present day and flashbacks, you and Logan are friends with a budding forbidden romance at the School for Extraordinary Youngsters. You are the only human teacher, and Logan the rambling man who comes and goes as he pleases.

Despite being told to stay away from you by those around him, Logan can’t fall for you, can’t help but need you, need you, need you… until he simply takes it. His violation leaves you pregnant, and you navigate a Logan you don’t recognize anymore, flashbacks reveals the past of how we all got here.

Warnings: like ao3’s “writer chose not to archive warnings” by clicking read more you are consenting to reading what comes and that you are 18. You have been told this is a dark story involves non con and pregancy, any other triggering topics are liable to be discussed. I won’t be tagging twists bc that’s stupid and idk how the Pedro fandom actually decided that was a thing people should do??

Immersion: reader is shorter and smaller than Logan.

Undetermined number of chapters right now

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Chapter 1: Logan takes you.

Chapter 2: grocery trip

Links are fucky rn but I’ll fix it when I’m done traveling. Chapter 1 is my pinned post so go ahead and look there!

I’m ass at making headers and shit so if anyone enjoys this and makes a better header I’ll use it and credit you ofc 😂😂😂

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Pillars of salt, pillars of sand: Chapter 12: The house that carries the dragon (Aegon x oc, aemond x oc)

CONCEPT: You were once a princess, now you are Aemond's prisoner. You are taken to King's Landing to bend the knee to Aegon

WARNINGS FOR READING: This fanfiction is dark. It will contain themes as: Non-con, dub-con, dom/sub themes, murder, torture, blood, graphic descriptions of sex, graphic descriptions of murder and graphic description of torture. As well as animal abuse, war crimes, genocide, massmurder, sadism, power-abuse and incestious relationships, as well as mentions of pregancy, abortion and childloss Warnings will be updated as the fic goes on

5k its not a small chapter and a looot happens

You weep and mourn your past life as well as your future, tears escaping your left and right eye one at the time.

Aegon grabs hold of your left hand, turning you to face the crowd, presenting you to his court. His smile is sincere and wonderful. You feel as the princess but not the one who got saved by a handsome prince. You are locked in the tower, instead. And your King is no fairytale prince, but a monster that hides behind a pretty mask. 

The King of the Seven kingdoms, and your husband slowly brings his face closer to yours, grabbing your chin gently so you won't dare to turn away from what comes now. Your legs tremble as you follow his lips, who become closer and closer to yours. He closes his bright eyes and plants a soft kiss on your lips. The crowd claps, approving of the marriage at long last.

You dreamt of having a romantic first kiss. You should have been more brave. Perhaps you should have just kissed a squire at Dragonstone, Coyln. He was always kind to you. He winked a lot, perhaps he was interested. Now your first kiss belongs to Aegon; a man who claimed thousands. It won't matter to him. Neither will your innocence. Neither will your misery. 

Even the royal family honors you both with applause. Otto’s smirk makes you want to take the pin of the Hand of the King and slice his throat open. Helaena smiles brightly, pretending very well. But you can see that is crying as well. And not of joy. 

Alicent scratches her head, uncomfortable and Aemond is just enjoying himself and your misery very much. He has a smirk on his lips, betraying he enjoys your misery very very much. 

Aegon speaks to the crowd as their King and ruler and you? You meekly rub your own arms and try to stop from crying. You should be proud and strong. Your mother was forced to marry her cousin. But your father Laenor was not a raper. Aegon is.  ‘’My good people!’’ Aegon's voice has stopped wavering and stopped being soft. He speaks as a king now, no longer whispering childish insults. He shouts. At full force now. ‘’To celebrate my marriage to the Princess, we hosted a banquet outside for you to enjoy. Delicious food from all over the Seven Kingdoms will be present, as well as plenty of wine to wash it all down.’’ He chuckles and some of his court men laugh along. ‘’Enjoy yourselves! The way I will enjoy myself during my wedding night.’’ You freeze, your blood burning in your skin.

Ser Tyland Lannister does not waste a moment. ‘’To king Aegon II!’’ He shouts, and not soon after everyone in court joins him, showing you that you have no friends nor allies here. 

‘’Hear hear!’’

The crowd is finally leaving the throne room, heading to the halls for the festivities. You remain at Aegon’s side, your hands clumsily folded over one another. 

Only members of the Royal family remain. Helaena is the first to congratulate you, despite being the farthest away. ‘’A wonderful wedding.’’ She tells you when taking your hands. She looks at your pulled nails and sighs and gives you a warm pat on your back.

Otto congratulates his king first. ‘’Good job, Aegon. You opening our gates to the peasants of King's Landing is a wise move. It will be appreciated.’’ You are unaware he was even planning to let the peasants enjoy your wedding meal. His court? It was obvious. But the peasants? The lowborns? That would be clever, and you hate yourself for admiring Aegon for it. It will be a great publicity stunt. And a really good one. Love goes through the stomach, after all.

Not everyone can appreciate how clever Aegon has become.

‘’Unless those peasants loot our castle and kill us all.’’ Aemond remarks. Otto pays him no mind. You study Aemond carefully and everything about his stance, his hands on his back and his dismissive glare tells you enough. He is just a little jealous brat who got upset that his brother outshines him once more. The throne was always Aegon’s, as was the crown. But clever plots, plans, winning schemes and lies? That was Aemond’s. Perhaps it was all he ever had and found pride in. 

You are aware this is a declaration of war, in his eyes.

You are ignored, however. You think back on what the maid told you. No one will speak to you from here on. Does it even include your tormentors? You feel sick. Aegon proudly smiles, thankful for the compliment and for once he is not the disappointment.  ‘’I am thankful Rhaenyra and Daemon stayed away. I still have nightmares of that old bitch coming through the floors of the pit.’’ He shudders dramatically and his mother smiles, adjusting his crown for him so it's not titled on his head.

Aegon sighs deeply but allows this. Helaena mutters something. ‘’The beast beneath the boards...The beasts in the skies..one beast falls. Yet four shall die.’’ You want to ask her what she means by that, as it does not make sense. Yet the Hand of the King has other plans. 

Otto sees your teary face and your increased trembling. ‘’You did good as well, Princess Maella. Your mother has not been known for her diplomacy as well as her manners. I expected a tantrum to say the least…’’ You nod, forcing yourself to laugh before briefly swaying on your feet, as it all becomes too much too fast. You end up on the stones, hitting your head and your back painfully.

The darkness has surrounded you and your legs finally gave out. ‘’Oh my.’’ A voice comment you recognize as Ser Criston’s. Your headache is so intense that you won’t prefer to see anything, but you have to see what your enemies are doing. So you force them open, despite how small your eyelids are opened.

‘’Fetch her a chair.’’ Alicent's voice is higher because of the worry in her voice. ‘’And fetch a maester.’’ You turn your head to Aemond out of habit. He had most to gain by poisoning you. Yet he seems shocked, surprised and worried. Until the scowl comes back, and the man is pushed behind the beast again. Your eyelids fall close.

Two arms lift you from the ground, dragging you over the floor and planting you on a seat that is not comfortable nor far. Your eyes weakly open and you stare at Aegon's worried face, his crown tilted on his head. He smiles cautiously when you open your eyes. You understand you are sitting…

On the Iron Throne.

‘’Aegon.’’ Aemond hisses. ‘’What in the name of the gods-’’ Aegon cared so little he placed you on the Iron Throne itself. His family is as mortified and horrified as you are, staring with big eyes, open mouths and utter shock and terror as if sitting that throne made you their rightful ruler.

Aegon, in all his humbleness or craziness, does not see the issue. ‘’It is no issue. She needed to sit. My throne was not being used. She can sit it for now.’’ He says, a bit annoyed by the dramatics of his family. If anyone saw this, if anyone knew this…

Good thing the guests have left.

Aemond's good eye twitches dangerously as his anger consumes him. He would never place a bastard on the Iron Throne. ‘’There are forty rows of benches!’’ He screams, losing his control, and indeed you stare at the wooden oak benches that were used for the ceremony.  You tremble slightly at his hard voice and Aegon protectively shields your body a tiny bit as an impulse and raises his eyebrows at his brother.

‘’I'd rather have you all get worked up about my wife nearly fainting. That is what I'm worried about. What did she eat? Drink? Any perfumes, dresses, sharp objects, injections, plants that touched her skin?'’ He thinks you are poisoned. How adorable. You are not poisoned. 

Alicent shakes her head, trying to create distance between you and the King at all costs. Your influence and Aegon’s reaction…It scares her. You were dragged in here as a prisoner. Now you are sitting in the highest seat in the realm. Alicent is terrified. ‘’The Princess's tasters have not reported to be sick.’’ She tells him to calm him down. Now your eyebrows raise. You have …tasters? Multiple? For…anything?

You blink. ‘’I have tasters?’’

Otto huffs, insulted that you would assume otherwise. ‘’Of course you do. We wouldn't want anyone to hurt you, your highness.’’ You suppose it would make their plans difficult if you were dead. They don’t want outsiders to hurt you. Otto approves of his grandsons torturing, raping and hitting you. He encourgares them to do so, you just know it.

‘’Nykeā syt ao naejot ossēnagon aōla gō aegon ēdan zȳhon kirimves rūsīr ao.’’ Aemond speaks in fluent Valyrian. You only growl by his cowardice. He uses this language to insult you so his mother won’t discipline him. Or for you to kill yourself before Aegon had his fun with you. That is what he said.

You attempt to rise, but Aegon pushes you back against the back of the throne, shaking his head. ‘’Let me.’’ He whispers. You give a hesitant soft nod.

Aegon turns to his brother, despite that Aemond is taller, Aegon is just as terrifying. Perhaps even more. You watch as the two dragons spit fire at one another, talking rapidly in the ancient language that belongs to your shared ancestors. ‘’Ao vestragon naejot forget nyke gūrēntan se ēngos hen uēpa hae sȳrī, valonqar.’’ (You seem to forget I learned the tongue of old as well, little brother.)  He is insulted.

Aemond’s Valyrian is more fluent but Aegon’s is more barbaric. It is less elegant when he speaks it, he spits out the words as blows, when Aemond rolls the words over his tongue speaking and pronouncing them perfectly with an impressive accent as well. Aemond is no fool, however. He understands he can’t upset his king. Not too much at least. ‘’Ao kostagon daor ivestragī nykeā līve sit bona dēmalion’’ (You cannot let a whore sit that throne) But reason never worked well with Aegon. You sigh. Not these vile accusations again. You are not a whore. 

If anyone is a whore, it is Prince Aemond and Aegon. Who else let themselves be used for dirty schemes as if they are puppets moving on a string? You would never allow your own mother to command you to marry a stranger, or a raper unless your family would be in peril. 

The two dragons continue to growl at one another, as Aegon leaves the Iron steps to the throne, walking past swords of fallen enemies of House Targaryen. You wonder if Aemond’s sword will soon be added to that pile. ‘’Nyke ūndegon daor līve. Ziry iksos vok.’’ (I see no whore. She is pure.) He is defending you. He believes you. 

Aemond chuckles as you glare, comfiring to him that you are untouched. He does not believe it once more. ‘’Yet pōnta call issa se laesdaor mēre. (Yet they call me the blind one.) ‘’I am your loyal subject, your faithful servant and your own blood, my King. You must handle the Dragon Princess with a firm hand, not a soft glove. You will see in time it is all for the better.’’ He is discussing abusing you. He is suggesting to his king that you must be beaten and slapped into obedience. You gulp.

Your voice rings out before you can stop the words. They are breakable and soft. ‘’Are you mad?’’ You ask, when rising from the throne. Your body sways but you balance yourself easily, coming closer to the two Targaryens. 

The king of the Seven Kingdoms takes your legs in and your trembling hands. ‘’Sit down, my wife. Prince Aemond merely makes a suggestion, one I will certainly consider.’’ Ordering you is not enough. He has to escort you, to force you to sit back on the Throne and to lay a hand on your left leg so you will remain.

You find it ridiculous how much Aemond is getting away with. He should be punished, if anything.‘’Is it him who shall speak upon marriage matters? He is not even married yet! He knows nothing about marriages and politics. He is a spoiled little boy who stole a dragon…’’Your voice is cut off sharply when Aegon leans in closer to your face, anger written in his eyes.

‘’Enough, Maella. That is an order from your king.’’  You glare, yet you are frightened to speak another bad word. Aemond smugly smiles, happy with your silence and the new tears that burn hard in your eyes.

Aemond moves closer taunting you. 

‘’I told you: You married a brat, instead of a Princess. You will do well to tame her. If the concept disgusts you, I would be more than happy to tame the Princess. Her brother obeyed perfectly once I took both his eyes.’’ He brags, as anger burns deep inside of you, threatening to ruin it all by hooking Aemond on his chin or slapping the light out of his other eye.

You expect Aegon to laugh, amused and to agree. Instead he barks at his brother as a feral dog, surprising everyone at court. He is a wildfire waiting to happen. Any moment he can unleash and burn everyone and everything arround him to the ground.  ‘’You have tormented her enough, Aemond. You have brought shame upon our house by how you treated your own blood. Maella was a prisoner under your care. You will lay your hands on her again, when I am cold in my grave. Is that understood?’’ Now it is your time to smugly smirk and to lean back on the throne, pleased.

‘’As crystal, your grace. Please, forgive me. I was …I didn’t think…’’ Aemond’s voice cuts off, and you see that the bastard is tearing up in front of your brother, and his family members. Aegon is shocked, and his hard glare softens as if looking at an adorable lion pup that will scratch open his throat in a mere moment. You do not buy his crocodile tears. Of course you don’t. But Aegon wants to believe it, so he does.

Aemond continues his performance when you sigh, unimpressed and annoyed.

‘’You grew up so fast these days. I will refrain from improper comments on the Princess. She will be treated as I would treat my own sister, your Grace.’’ He promises the king.

Which pleases Aegon greatly.

‘’That is all I want, Aemond. Come, let us get something to drink. Maella can rest.’’

‘’What is next? Shall we allow peasants to sit the throne for 2 silvers-’’ Before Aemond is done joking, Aegon has punched him in his face. Ser Criston reacts very quickly, separating the two before one can kill the other. 

Aemond understands this is a warning sign of not crossing the king any further. ‘’Maella will sit the throne until she is well enough to stand. She is my wife.’’ He growls. ‘’You are all insane for taking that damn Iron thing so seriously! I will decide who sits it, and who won’t. Maella is my consort, but she won’t ever be my equel. I will rule and I will rule alone.’’ He declares. You had no desire to rule. Or any desire for power. But Aegon will make a horrible king.

Finally, the Kinslayer has enough. ‘’Grandsire, tell him this is insanity!’’ He barks at Otto who nervously looks between the two dragons, unaware what they are saying to one another.

Otto does understand the importance of you, a bastard, sitting the throne. Of you, your mother’s daughter, sitting the throne. Of you, a woman, sitting the throne. It goes against everything the Greens believe in. ‘’It is unwise to have Maella sit the throne, your grace. You should not have done so.’’ 

Aegon’s short silver hairs briefly touch his neck when he throws his head in his neck with a sigh. ‘’No one but us is here to see it. What are you all even moaning about?’’ He is so unserious. How will he even win a war?

‘’Now, fetch me the damn maester so he can tell me what happened to my wife.’’ He warns Alicent and Criston. ’Your King orders you to do so.’’ He adds when Otto opens his mouth to protest. Aegon walks back to you, and for a moment you hold your breath. He peacefully hums to himself, inspecting your features and touching your face gently, with the back of his hand. 

Alicent attempts to leave as well. Aegon turns around, for one final moment. ‘’Wait. Ser Cole. Escort my mother. Ser Dayen, you can keep a close eye on my sister and our children. Please bring them somewhere safe.’’ He orders the guards. Cole does not trust you at all. Alicent is escorted, as well as Helaena with her three children. Otto goes with her. As does Alicent.

‘’Who will attend to your safety, your grace? I won't let you be here with her alone.’’ The Dornish bastard speaks, as if he is off to die on a loyal mission defending the true ruler.

The one-eyed prince is the one who surprises you the most, still with his red cheeks from the beating he speaks. ‘’I will be here." He announces. ‘’I will guard my brother, with my sword and life if need be.’’ You don’t speak but you don’t have to. The uncertainty is written across your face. 

You find it all a tad dramatic. You are not poisoned. You are just you. You have had these occurrences a lot. ‘’I don't like the idea of leaving both of you with her either.’’ The King’s guard glares in your direction as if it is supposed to scare you. 

And it is utterly foolish that he even thinks that you will attack Aemond or Aegon. They have swords. You do not. You become outraged. And your tongue slips. ‘’My, aren’t I quite the woman, that I can outwit two grown men with swords and combat training? Or were you just as bad as a teacher as you are a lover, Ser Criston?’’ You deal a blow to him, bigger than any hammer or deeper than any dagger. 

First he is shocked you dare to say it. Alicent, your mother and him made an agreement that no one would ever know. Even Aemond and Aegon are nailed to the ground. Aemond looks hurt that his father figure slept with that whore. He is disgusted, enraged and betrayed. Aegon? Aegon is amused, delighted, perhaps he is even admiring Cole for his guts.

‘’A lover? Did you took my sister as your lover?’’ Ser Criston refuses to answer Aegon.

‘’Craven.’’ You speak, your voice cold as metal and emotionless. You are good at making your voice toneless. ‘’My mother is not the only one who is a whore. Ser Criston soiled his cloak, his only prized possession to fuck my mother in her bedchambers as a thief who snuck in. He assaulted her virtue.’’ You speak. ‘’He should be hanged.’’

Criston finally defends himself, but very poorly.

‘’It was no assault, your mother took my helmet and begged-’’ You get terrible images in your head that no daughter wants about her own mother.

You do sense a in. ‘’Oh, yes. Is that what you want to say? That you could not defend yourself against a little girl? Ser Criston, just leave. You make yourself seem more and more ridiculous with every useless breath you take.’’ You chuckle, as the silence grows. And the worst part for Cole….

The worst part…

Neither Aemond or Aegon call him back. They are hurt, betrayed and angry. ‘’I don’t take orders from you. Only from the Prince and the King.’’ Cole eyes the two as a lost puppy that found his mother.

You become impatient. You already know what is ailing you, you know it. So, you need to scare Criston away. And you have just the thing for that. Aemond does not even look him in the eye anymore. ‘’You can go, Ser Criston. I will defend my brother from now on.’’

The kingsguard leaves, shocked and shattered. You call him back.

‘’Wait. Ser Criston.’’ 

He stops, hopeful. You crush that hope within mere moments. 

‘’Do me a favour. I am in the mood for some oranges. A little birdy told me you know where they go.’’ 

One time, your mother was having an affair with Criston. While she valued him greatly, he was not her love of her life. He was a good friend, and it hurt her badly when she lost him. He wanted her to leave the crown, all of it to go somewhere else. On a ship full of oranges. So, whenever Daemon and your mother felt as being intimate your mother would joke she needed new oranges.

That she told you about this scandalous mistake hurts him deeply. It shames him deeply that you bring it up in front of Aegon and Aemond who clearly mean a lot to him. Monsters seek monsters, gods seek gods. Criston takes his leave, as Aemond stands in front of the throne, shielding his brother and taking out his sword. 

You feel weak and vulnerable and yet you sit in the most powerful seat in the realm. This throne does not mean anything. It wields no power. It is as useless or powerful as one makes it. Aegon leans in closer to you. ‘’You scared me.’’ He whispers, ignoring Cole, his brother, all of it. This man confuses you greatly. One moment he is ready to kill, ready to smile, ready to fuck..it all changes so quickly in that funny head of his.

You do not want him to fetch the maesters. Not after the grand maester was so keen on touching and inspecting you, the old creep. ‘’I don't want to see the maester.’’ You whisper back.

Aegon sighs, but nods, talking to you as if you are a little helpless girl. 

‘’You must. You are sick.’’ He says, as a loyal husband would. ‘’You must see someone, this is not healthy.’’

You chuckle. ‘’It is nothing, I promise. I have these occurrences often.’’ They are normal to you. It depends how stressed you are, how many people attend and how much noise there is, but usually it happens around every 3 weeks once.

His eyes mirrors a soul full of worry.

'’’How often?’’

You sigh. Perhaps another agreement can be made.

‘’I will tell you; but please don't let that old fuck touch me.’’ Carefully, very carefully his lips curl into a smile when he chuckles amused by you insulting that old fuck. He touches your fingers, intertwinging a few with his own.

His voice is soft when he whispers back to you. ‘’We have an agreement.’’

You try to describe it. It is very difficult. It describes the unknown or hell. You do not know because you have never been.  ‘’It…It comes from within. It is not that I don't enjoy balls or feasts. I love being there with my family. I love dancing, even. I enjoy the food…’’ In all accounts, you should enjoy balls and feasts. Not dread them.

‘’But?’’

You like that he cares. He genuinely seems to care about your ‘’illness’’. ‘’After being there for a while, I notice changes. I notice that the conversations become loud as if they are all shouting. The conversations blur together. My blood turns cold, my back shivers and I have a headache.’’ You relive it, partly. ’My body tells me to flee. But my duties tell me I can't. Often, I seek peace and comfort at balconies or in the gardens. The fresh air helps me greatly.’’ It does. It helps clear your mind and grant you peace.

‘’What did your own maester at Dragonstone say?’’ He asks, curious. 

You remember his explanation briefly.

‘’They are aware of it. It is not deadly nor is it a disease. It can't be cured.’’ 

‘’Maybe they haven't searched hard enough.’’ The determination in his voice shocks and surprises you, yet it intrigues you. 

You don’t like the idea of a cure. You were born as you were born. ‘’Perhaps…Perhaps I don't want a cure. It will take away the bad parts but what else will it take away? I don’t want anyone deciding who I am. I made that choice myself. ’’ Aegon has leaned in even closer, a fascinated smile on his lips as he studies you closely. He has sparkles in his eyes, enjoying your tales. He sees what you see. You see a mirror.

You notice you blush as well, enjoying the company of your uncle too much for this moment. This moment is nice. Of course you enjoy his kindness and his care. But you don’t matter to him. Not really. You must shield your heart before it shatters. ‘’I'm rambling. I'm sorry you should go attend your duties.’’ 

Aegon huffs, leaning much closer and caresses your cheeks. You are conflicted. Part of you enjoys this, but another part knows he is your enemy, he is married, he has children, this affective side might be a lie and it certainly won’t last. ‘’I am attending to my duties. I am taking care of my lady wife….’’ Aegon closes his eyes again and goes in for another kiss. You understand that Aegon holds the power. And if you wish to hold some as well, it is best to get on his good side. 

Or perhaps, you find him a little too handsome, a little too sly, a little too curious and a little too wild. He is a dangerous mix of wine and herbs you keep taking. You close your eyes as well, sitting up so you may reach his lips. Aegon’s eyes open, carefully and he smiles brightly as you softly lean in ready to kiss him on his lips. Both your eyes close, and you feel his warm hands caress your face as you slightly and hesitantly reach closer and closer….

Until someone startles you.

Someone coughs.

‘’Ahum!’’ Aemond’s cough stops  the kiss, the romantic sphere and the thoughts you should not have. You quickly sit back in the chair and you notice Aegon’s smile has turned into a disappointed frown. Aemond smugly smiles at you, pleased to have interrupted this moment. At the same moment the maester and Alicent return.

‘’Ah, princess. You were not well?’’ The Maester asks, excited. You feel your stomach turn. 

Aegon is annoyed as well, but perhaps he is more upset the moment got interrupted. 

‘’It has been solved, Grand Maester. Return to your rooms. They were mere jitters. Any bride has them.’’ They were more than that, but you let Aegon speak. This is the better version.

Aemond seeths his steel sword as you finally stand up from the throne. Aegon offers you his hand, yet you raise on your own. He smiles as if admiring you and allows you to go first before following you down to where his family is waiting. ‘’We will talk about it tonight. Are you well enough to attend our wedding feast?’’ He asks, dragging you with him. You stumble behind his tall legs and follow him, a little confused as to where you could be going. ‘’We are going to eat first. Fucking takes engery. You don’t look like you have an appetite for anything healthy, so please, take whatever pleases your eye or stomach.’’ He presents the hall filled with tables of delicious snacks and dishes to you. 

You join Aegon, inspecting the buffet that was made in your honour, as you take in delicious and foreign foods, as well as local dishes.  ‘’Look, fresh Waffelstroops from the North.’’ Aegon whispers, pointing with one of his fingers to the table. And indeed, covered in syrup and freshly baked, there is your favourite food in the entire world. Wafflestroops.

You are confused to see them here. ‘’How did you know-’’ you laugh, interrupting yourself. He asked a servant. That is why.

Aegon walks you to the table. ‘’I do remember some things. When we visited the Starks with the entire family, you were so keen on the Waffelstroops. Your hands were sticky as was your dress but you did not care. I believe you ate twenty on one day-’’ You can’t help but laugh at that memory, shocked that he seemed to remember anything about you but being a brat.

‘’Sixteen.’’ You correct him. ‘’There were only sixteen. Lord Stark had to fetch his Maester, and mother told me I would not eat waffles for another year.’’ You didn’t have any waffles, ever since. You were that sick, that you would not enjoy them anyway.

Aegon searches his pocket for coin before realising he does not need to pay the man making the waffles. ‘’One Waffelstroops for the princess, please and thank you.’’ He says very politely. The man nods and picks up a deliciously big waffle for you, dripping with syrup still warm.

‘’Thank you?’’You ask, confused.

Aegon hides his blush, shrugging.

‘’A small servitude. He did not have to share his wares with us.’’

There is that stupidity and innocence again. How can a man so rotten be so innocent and blind?  ‘’He had. Your mother and grandsire would have turned him into a waffel if he had not." You say dryly, biting of a good big part of your waffle. You are feeling genuinely happy for the first time since you married Aegon. He watches you, mostly. 

Aegon chuckles. ‘’May I, princess? There is some on your chin..." He gently brushes his fingers against your chin, removing the sticky syrup from your chin. You let him. You chuckle. From across the room, you notice two or rather one hateful eye glaring at the both of you. You notice your uncle watching. So, you move closer to the King and giggle. You never giggle. Now you do.

The sound annoys Aemond even more, as you well know.

‘’Eat as many as you like.’’ Aegon whispers to you when his grandsire is approaching. He puts your own hands and his hands on your belly and gives your hair a soft kiss. ‘’It will help our baby grow.’’ He whispers, causing you to nearly spit out the waffle you had picked up. You laugh, nervous and terrified. You are not hungry anymore. Aegon takes off, leaving you assuming you won’t be foolish enough to run.

Out, you need to get out. Away from Aegon, his insanity and this cursed castle. You can’t escape on your own however. But who could possibly help you? Servants won’t risk it and you can’t risk it that they will tell Aegon. You need someone who does not fear Aegon, someone who sees him as the idiot who he is for this match, for this arrangement. Someone as…….

You notice Aemond glaring from across the room, drinking his misery away as well. Your lips curl into a smile as you make your way over to him, ignoring all the other guests and attendees. You take a seat next to him and greet him as if you don’t hate one another. Aemond does not greet you, glaring as you rub your hands clean on your wedding dress. He is insulted. Perhaps you laid it on a bit too thick. ‘’Uncle, would you care to join me in the garden? We have much to discuss, you and I.’’ You tell him. You watch as his eye slightly widens in surprise before a pleased smirk grows on his lips. He carefully eyes the room and notices that Aegon is gone. As is Otto. He smiles, lazily coming from the couch before taking your hand and dragging you with him to the gardens. Your heart pounds fast and your legs shake. You hope Aemond will agree to this. And you hope that Otto keeps Aegon away long enough. Finally, Aemond sits down on a bench in the gardens, the same you were crying on earlier. ‘’Out with it, Lady Strong. I might get my hopes up if you won’t.’’

You smile, coyly. ‘’Its just we rarely seen one another.’’ He stares at you with bluntness and cruelty. ‘’You smell good as well....’’ You lean in closer to him.

Aemond chuckles, delighted yet he makes sure there is new distance between the two of you, as he takes your cup of wine from your hands, placing it on a nearby table. ‘’Gods, you really are a maiden, aren't you?’’ You must look so ridiculous. You really thought you were subtle. ‘’Do you have any idea how desperate you look? Anyone can see what you are plotting.’’ He chuckles. 

With a growl, you come closer, chasing after him. ‘’Alright, I'll be honest. Aegon cannot marry me if I am already wifed. Can he?’’ you ask, but you know the answer. The cup drops from Aemond’s hands, wine spilling over his clothing as he gawks at you, in a delightfully innocent and confused manner. He is shocked.

His lips tremble and for the first time the fearless boy is scared. ‘’You wish me to do what?’’ You rethink your plans one final time before asking your uncle for his permission. Civil war is coming one way or another.

‘’I wish you to get Vhagar. I wish you to take me with you, and I wish for you to bring me back to Dragonstone. Your brother will never give you an inch of power. But your sister might. Become a war hero, bring me home.’’ You take a deep breath. Aemond needs to be bought. You hope he still wants this. You hope he will accept this. ‘’And in return, I will become your wife instead, never shall I leave your side, never shall I reject your needs. You will be my lord and my husband. My king, if you wish it. You will have me in every way that you want…’’ Your words are interrupted as Aemond briefly exhales, and you can’t tell if he is annoyed or perhaps picturing his life with you. ‘’But please, for the love of the gods, for the sake of our shared House, for the sake of the House that carries the Dragon’s sigil: Bring me home.’’

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RULES

So it's about time I finally updated my rules page. I'm going to keep this one updated as things come up that I never considered or noticed, so be sure to check back every now and then if you're unsure about something! You can also send an ask if you're uncertain about something, and I'll decide if I'm comfortable with it or not. UvU

Now, on to the rules! I will update as things come up.

1) NO NSFW OR UNDERAGE REQUESTS!!!! That means no explicit content at all or things like teenagers drinking alcohol. If the character is not canonically 21+ years old (which is the legal drinking age I grew up hearing), I am not comfortable writing those situations.

1a) Teen mom pregancies with a female!Yuu or an adult female!Yuu (aka they were already pregnant before they arrived in Twisted Wonderland ) will mainly be considered if the fluff and found family opportunities are good.

2) Fanart and fanfics are absolutely welcome! I just aodre seeing what you're all inspired to create, it makes me so happy. QvQ Whether it's a silly quick doodle or a complicated piece, I'm just happy to see everyone so excited and creative~! >w<

3) Please be patient with me when it comes to responding to asks. I have a busy life outside the internet, and writing is one of the ways I decompress when my muse wants to work with me. =w=

4) NO DRAMA. I know there's been some going around social media lately involving Twisted Wonderland (I've gotten a few messages in my inbox about it), and while I appreciate any warnings of toxic people, I do not want nor need drama. I've seen and been dragged into more than enough drama over the past decade to last a lifetime, and I'm just...exhausted. My life can already be stressful and dramatic enough with work and family shenanigans, I don't want to get caught up/dragged into drama that is going to stress me out. All I wanna do is write stories and have fun daydreaming about the things I like. Please respect my boundaries, and I'll respect yours.

5) Ortho and Cheka will always be seen and written in the platonic sense. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. >:/ (Unless it's mini!Yuu and Cheka having a cute child crush on each other, in which case that is acceptable because little kids are adorable)

6) No soliciting for commissions! I've stated this in a post back around December, but please don't do this to me or anyone else. There is more than one way to advertise your commissions like drawing fanart and posting a link to your pieces--NOT going into people's DMs like a door-to-door salesperson. Also, saying you want to draw my character(s) as fanart, but then suggesting your commission prices to me isn't "fanart" it's literally just a commission. Fanart is drawing something as a gift to the person it's intended for. (I wouldn't have said this if it wasn't something that had come up during that time...)

7) When making requests, please specify the preferred pronouns! If you don't, I'll just make the character gender-neutral by default.

That's all I can think of off the top of my head, but I will update this list as time goes on!

[ladylilithprime]

Family Traditions, Part Three

Series: Fluffy Faerie Tales

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Sastimmy/Jamstiel (Jimmy Novak/Sam Winchester/Castiel)

Rating: Teen and Up

Tags/Warnings: Half-Fae Sam Winchester, Jimmy and Castiel Are Twins, Selkie Jack Kline, Sam Winchester Is Jack Kline's Adopted Father, Brief Allusions to Canon-Typical Violence, Jack's Sire Is An Evil Bastard, Allusions to Kidnapping and Rape and Forced Pregancy, Attempted Murder, Offscreen Canonical Character Death (Kelly Kline), Kelly's Parents Are Not Good Grandparents

Summary: Cas and Jimmy were surprised but honored to be invited along on Jack's birthday trip to the planetarium with his dad. As it turned out, there was a lot more planned for this trip than just daytime stargazing, an unexpected return of trust, and another sort of invitation.

For: @fluffyfebruary challenge!

Prompt: Day 29: Fresh

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THE INVITATION TO join Sam and Jack on their day trip to Philadelphia and the planetarium had been only a mild surprise at the time. Jack had been practically bouncing in his seat as he chattered excitedly about the Franklin Institute and their exhibits on space exploration and the planetarium show being advertised about the history of scientific and magical exploration and study of Mars that he was eager to see. Honestly, John Castiel Novak could readily agree that it sounded quite spectacular. Admitting as much to the excited boy and caused him to practically light up, almost as if Cas agreeing was an unexpected but wonderful gift. That had been when Jack had asked if he and his twin, James Constantine Novak, would want to go with him and Sam.

The answer to that was absolutely yes, for multiple reasons. Cas and Jimmy had gone through grade school after the Magical Reveal at the turn of the millennium, but the Magical Integration Act which updated the Civil Rights Act to include nonhuman sentients had taken years to ratify, sign into law, and implement across the United States. It was taking even longer to get the revised textbooks for magical inclusivity; Jack had already complained at length about the continued use of forty-year-old human-centric textbooks in Social Studies, which Cas wouldn't put past the school board to be a deliberate choice if they were in someplace like Texas, but was mostly just the same slow rate of advancement in public schools that had been there even before magic became widely known among humans. The prospect of getting to see a presentation on planetary exploration which included and cooperated with the magical community was inherently fascinating.

Even more inherently fascinating and enticing was the promise of getting to spend time with Sam outside of work without the barrier of their working dynamic, to perhaps have the chance to learn more about the amazingly powerful half-faerie sorcerer than just what they had learned of him as their benefactor and employer. Not to mention the opportunity to get to know Jack better beyond the occasional homework help he and Jimmy offered when the boy did his work in the cafe after school. He had such a curious and engaging nature, asking questions with an honest desire to learn and patiently letting Cas stumble through answering without trying to hurry him or interrupt like a lot of humans did.

He was also incredibly sneaky.

They met Sam and Jack at six in the morning outside Lighthouse CommodiTeas which had a handmade sign posted on the inside of the locked glass door:

CloSed for BirThday. -JACꓘ

There was a somewhat lopsided crayon drawing of a gray seal with black spots, one flipper raised and lines to either side to show motion like the seal was waving.

"I drew that when I turned five," Jack explained with a grin, rocking back on his heels. "Daddy had a regular professional-looking sign before that, 'closed for family obligation', and I thought it was boring so I made that for him to use instead."

"It's much better," Jimmy agreed as Cas nodded. "Cute self-portrait, too."

"We'll be taking my car, if that's alright," Sam spoke up as Jack bounced happily and beamed. "Dean complains that it's a soulless, plastic piece of crap compared to Baby, but it's a perfectly serviceable vehicle even though it's just a car and more fiberglass than iron."

The car was a black 2006 SRT8 Dodge Charger, newer than even Cas and Jimmy's battered old Lincoln "lemon" Continental, but still old enough that it had a built-in CD player. Jack took the car seat in the back on the right, and Cas took the seat next to him, putting Jimmy up front with Sam with the understanding that they would switch for each leg of the apparently three-stop trip. The first part of the drive would be an hour long, so before it began Sam handed a thick CD wallet back to Jack - "Birthday boy chooses the music." - and Cas and Jimmy were instructed to relay the discs back and forth between Jack and the disc player.

The reason for the early hour became apparent when they arrived at the Franklin Institute to find it still closed to the public for another two and a half hours. Sam pulled out his phone and sent a quick text, and less than five minutes later a woman in a dark red pullover came out to meet them. She exchanged hugs with Sam and introduced herself to Cas and Jimmy as Dr Eleanor Visyak, looking surprised and pleased when they automatically offered her the traditional European High Draconic greeting.

Dr Visyak, or Ellie as she invited them to call her, was one of the astrophysicists working directly on the Mars Landfall Project. She was also Meg's cousin and an old friend of Sam's from back in the sixteenth century, which was how and why she had agreed to be their guide for a private tour of the exhibit and planetarium presentation. It was hard to tell who asked more questions, Jack or Cas and Jimmy, with Sam smiling fondly at them the whole time. Their private visit wrapped up around nine forty-five, just after the public opening hours began, and all four of them said a polite farewell to Ellie before leaving to have brunch at a nearby IHOP where Jack thoroughly charmed their waitress into putting extra whipped cream on his strawberry cheesecake pancakes.

Full of pancakes and fruit and unfortunately substandard coffee, the hazards of working at a magical cafe, the group piled back into the car and it wasn't long before Sam had pulled out onto the highway heading north rather than back towards Avalon. Cas and Jimmy exchanged confused looks in the rearview mirror, but neither of them asked and, after about half an hour of listening to Jack's last music pick and three more minutes of semi-awkward silence, Sam spoke.

"There's one more portion to our yearly tradition that's not really as fun as the rest," he started, and the uncommonly solemn tone made both Novaks sit up straighter in their seats to pay attention. "Jack doesn't actually remember any of this for obvious reasons, though the year before last he was old enough to ask questions and mostly understand the answers so this isn't new information to him, and he wanted you both to know after you've been so patient and forthcoming when answering his questions over the last few months.

"I know you both know that while I am absolutely Jack's father in all the ways that matter, I'm not his biological sire," he went on. It wasn't a question, but Cas nodded anyway and Jimmy echoed him. "The name of that man is best left forgotten to the sands of Time, for reasons that will become apparent. A little over eight years ago, I met a selkie woman named Kelly Kline who was eight and a half months pregnant and running from the man who had stolen her pelt and played at her being his somewhat clumsy wife... insofar as he ever explained to anyone who questioned the bruises. She made a bargain with me, knowing that she was unlikely to survive giving birth. She would give me full custody of her son to raise in her stead if I would destroy her erstwhile 'husband'.

"He caught up to her a week before she was due to give birth, and he had a gun with iron bullets," Sam grimaced. "Someone had tipped him off that Kelly had run to a faerie, and he shot me through the shoulder thinking the bullet alone would be enough to kill me before he tried to turn the gun on her and her still not yet born child. I'll spare you both the details of what happened, but suffice it to say that justice was well and truly served and Jack was brought out into the world a week early and approximately fifteen minutes after Kelly's soul departed. Since I was living in Brooklyn at the time, I paid to have her buried in the cemetery closest to water, so that someone standing at her grave can smell the sea that was stolen from her."

"There's no selkie communities in Brooklyn," Jack piped up softly. "And Mom's parents didn't want me around, so Daddy moved us to Avalon. They're up in Nantucket, close enough to swim down to visit if they ever decide they want to."

"Have they?" Jimmy asked quietly, wincing when Sam gravely shook his head.

"When I chose our new home and let them know where we are, I set a condition that they were not to visit unless they could look past the identity of Jack's sire and the circumstances surrounding his conception and birth," he said in a low voice, an edge to his tone that reminded Cas of the sharp folded steel kitchen knives. "I am willing to make some allowances for their grief for their daughter, but not at the expense of Jack's mental health and wellbeing. They have Kelly's recovered pelt. I have her son."

"She chose well," Cas said, pushing the words past the growing tightness in his chest. "Best dad ever."

"Even if it was just desperation and good luck on her part, I can't imagine a better person for her to choose to be Jack's father," Jimmy added, sending a quick smile over the back of the seats to Jack. "Jack's certainly an amazing kid, no question, and if Kelly's parents can't look past their grief to see that, it's their loss."

"Can I have a hug?" Jack asked in a small voice, and Cas was quick to pull the boy into a gentle hug despite the restrictions of their seatbelts.

"I take it the plan now is to drive up to the cemetery where she's buried to visit?" he heard Jimmy ask Sam in an undertone.

"There's a cooler in the trunk with a small bottle of grape juice and fresh floral arrangements to place there," Sam murmured back. "Cypress, Black-eyed Susans, coltsfoot, and marigolds for me; olive, red and yellow poppies, and Zephyranthes for Jack. We usually spend about twenty to forty minutes there, taking sips of juice before pouring the rest on the Earth and then telling Kelly all about what's happened in the year since we last visited."

"I wanna introduce you two to her as part of my new family," Jack said, the words slightly muffled for being spoken half into Cas's chest. "Is that okay?"

"We would be honored to meet your mother, Jack," Cas managed, squeezing gently before releasing the boy to avoid accidentally smothering him. "And we would be just as honored to be considered part of your family."

He met Sam's eyes in the rearview mirror and saw the warmth and affection and hopeful acceptance there, and knew he had guessed correctly... and that his answer had been understood.

Flowers for Kelly's Grave:

Cypress (death, mourning, despair, sorrow)

Black-Eyed Susans (justice)

Coltsfoot (justice shall be done)

Marigold (pain and grief)

Olive (peace)

Poppy (eternal sleep, oblivion, sacrifice, peace)

Zephyranthes aka fairy lilies (I will never forget you)

[aenor-llelo]

Hello, I was wondering what exactly happened to Sally to cause her deterioration like that? Was it a spirit illness, a drain on her from birthing a quartergod, or something else? Orp is one of my absolute favourite fanfics, and it delights me every time it updates. Thank you (and everyone else involved in the writing process) for such a fun and engaging story!

orp!sally already had problems with depression to the point of suicidal ideation, as hinted at in her rare POVs and conversations with philza. On top of that, she had a kid very young, which increases the chance of physical/psychological complications.

Her pre-existing depression got worsened by a bout of post-partum depression caused by the drain of her pregancy, and her and wilbur's attempts to self medicate the issue made it worse over time until it spiraled into postpartum psychosis.

[princesscatherinemiddleton]

@itsscentedphantomfan

Everyone is entitled to privacy about their health.

@cassandrascats2

Also, as the Queen is head of state unless something really bad is about to happen what the family and the govt doesn’t want is doom, worry, wild speculation and things getting destabilised. Apart from privacy, this would be on a need-to-know basis if it’s important to the country. It wasn’t, and shouldn’t have been reported.

I agree that everyone is entitled to privacy and I certainly don’t want regular updates on who in the BRF has a stomach upset and who has a cold. However, I think there are 3 issues here:

1. She is the Head of State. The last time a big and famous member of the royal family left hospital in good spirits, he died 3 weeks later. When Boris Johnson was in hospital, we had regular updates. If the Queen is in hospital and if her life is (or isn’t) in danger, we quite frankly should know. I don’t even need to know what is wrong with her, just if she’s going to die

2. They lied. BP said she had reluctantly accepted advice not to go to Ireland and was resting. It turned out she had been admitted to hospital. They could have just said “the Queen is unable to attend her scheduled engagements in NI. They will be rearranged” if it was so private. When Kate cancelled engagements due to her hyperemsis gravidarum, they cancelled the engagement (WITHOUT LYING), then announced the pregancy a few hours later.

3. The press always find out. What is the point of hiding it????? I don’t get it, really I don’t.

All they needed to say was “The Queen has reluctantly had to postpone her trip to Northern Ireland today. Her Majesty looks forward to visiting the country and meeting with the citizens of Northern Ireland at a later date. She wishes the country her best wishes on its centenary”, followed by this later on “Earlier today, on medical advice, the Queen was admitted to hospital for preliminary investigations. She is doing well and is in no immediate danger. Her Majesty is in good spirits and expects to return to Windsor Castle tomorrow”. And then the next day, “The Queen has returned to Windsor Castle and is already back at work! She would like to extend her warmest thanks to the staff at King Edward VII Hospital”

[gallickingun]

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fic: moving target word count: 12.3k rated: t+ warnings: violence, language, a lil spice, a creepy scene using a quirk, etc. ship: bakugou katsuki x reader prompt/scenario/trope: bodyguard au summary/excerpt: Bakugou Katsuki’s reputation needs a little work. His manager and agent suggest he take a job as a personal bodyguard to one of the agency’s biggest donors, looking after his daughter, in order to increase his social standing and rise back up in the hero ranks. Bakugou agrees, reminding himself that whoever he’s babysitting is nothing more than a glorified paycheck, a stepping ladder to get closer to surpassing even All Might in hero status. But, when you’re kidnapped, he has to face the truth that you might mean more to him than he planned.

fic: turn it out for me word count: 2,205 rated: m/e+ warnings: spice, language, blood, etc. ship: bakugou katsuki x reader prompt/scenario/trope: "You’ve got something on your mouth. Here, let me.” summary/excerpt: Katsuki keeps you under his thumb for hours, it feels like. You’re sure at some point you stopped breathing or your eyes rolled back too far and they’re stuck. However, he does not let up long enough for you to care. Bakugou is heavy as he loiters over the top of you, knees on either side of you as he lays you out, bare as a baby. “Kacchan,” you whimper, your head thrown back as his fingers probe at you again, teasing your nipples under his harsh touch. Bakugou chuckles, leaning back on his thick thighs to glower down at you, “Yeah, baby?”

fic: please, i beg of you word count: 5.3k rated: m/e+ warnings: praise kink, emotions, language, etc. ship: bakugou katsuki x reader prompt/scenario/trope: praise kink summary/excerpt: Bakugou has always been arrogant, but it is in these moments when you find him to be nothing more than a prodigy child begging to be a worthy man. Maybe your words can help soothe the burn on his tired soul.

fic: rivals and friends word count: 1.3k rated: t+ warnings: violence, language, etc. ship: bakugou katsuki x reader prompt/scenario/trope: “only you can call me that” summary/excerpt: He pauses, hand frozen on your shoulder blade. You smile but it’s ironic, “I’m headed to a new agency. You can have this whole class of sidekicks to yourself now. You can kick all their asses.” Bakugo blinks, and the thing he says next is confusing, “What the hell? You’re just-leaving?”

fic: suckerpunch word count: 4.3k rated: t+ warnings: violence, language, etc. ship: bakugou katsuki x reader prompt/scenario/trope: “it’s 2am and I’m calling you because I need you” // boxer!au summary/excerpt: “Fuck,” Bakugou brushes the heels of his hands over his eyes, one completely swollen shut and the other weeping uncontrollably. He fumbles in his pocket for his phone, bloody fingertips smearing over his screen. Another string of expletives tumble from his lips before he can find your name in his contacts. He can’t help but note the time on his phone - 2:37 am. “Please pick up,” Bakugou swallows the growing lump in his throat, “C’mon, pl-oh, hey.” Your voice rings out on the other end of the receiver, gravelly from sleep but he can’t even notice because he’s just so thankful that you’re awake now. His voice cracks when he speaks next, “C-Can you…shit, can you come pick me up?”

fic: rise up word count: 2.6k rated: t+ warnings: violence, language, a lil spice, etc. ship: bakugou katsuki x reader prompt/scenario/trope: “katsuki only calls reader by her real name” summary/excerpt: "You don’t see us as equals, do you?” He smirks, “Well, I am the one on top of you while you beg for mercy, so you tell me.” Your face burns bright red at his words and he falters, his breath hitching. He didn’t really mean it, it just slipped out. Or, rather, he didn’t mean for it to come across so honest.

fic: take me home word count: 409 rated: t+ warnings: alcohol, language, etc. ship: bakugou katsuki x reader prompt/scenario/trope: drunk!bakugou summary/excerpt: “Damn, you’re so heavy,” you grumble, holding him up by the shoulders, a majority of his body laying over you. “Ever think about going on a diet?” He pokes his finger into your cheek, “You’se try wavin’ those fuckin’ gauntlets around with chicken arms.”

fic: vice versa word count: 1.2K rated: t+ warnings: language, etc. ship: bakugou katsuki x reader prompt/scenario/trope: Bakugou getting hit by a quirk that makes him all sweet and clingy whit his s/o? He just wants cuddles! summary/excerpt: “You listen here, you half-pint!” Bakugou is collecting the sweat in his palms, biding time as he curses at the villain, “I’m gonna knock your ass sky high, you hear me? You’re gonna regret the day you were born!” Bakugou knows the whole reason that he got assigned to this mission was because it was going to be a quick one - nothing more than a d-list villain trying to make a name for themselves by flashing their quirk in public. He’s getting closer, stalking them down on the pavement as he feels the moisture building on his skin. He squeezes his hand, cocking the grenade-esque gauntlet on his right arm, a wicked grin on his lips as his eyes widen. The pin has barely left the mechanism before the villain is twisting in midair, legs twirling just enough to propel them forward. They flip, brushing the crown of Bakugou’s head with their fingertip - just enough that their quirk reaches out like tendrils to wrap around his body. The momentary distraction allows the other support hero to blast the villain with a stun-net, trapping them and detaining them to the asphalt. Bakugou turns, dazed and confused, but all he knows is he wants to get home to you.

fic: so special {to me} word count: 728 rated: t+ warnings: language, etc. ship: bakugou katsuki x reader prompt/scenario/trope: “katsuki uses a lot of nicknames for reader/SO” summary/excerpt: “Anyone hear Bakugou call her angel the other day?” Kirishima mutters behind the wall of his palm, looking at the others with wide eyes. You and Katsuki are currently at the noodle counter, standing close as he pays for the two of you to grab some lunch while you’re out with your friends. It’s winter break, college courses pausing just long enough for you to catch your breath. “I heard him say babe for the first time, I swear.” Denki chuckles, kicking his feet up into Kirishima’s lap. “He’s head over heels, that Bakugou.” Kirishima scoffs, “At least she doesn’t have a crude nickname like Shitty Hair.”

fic: sweet ass, smart ass word count: 2,355 rated: m/e+ warnings: a lil spicy, language, alcohol, etc. ship: bakugou katsuki x reader prompt/scenario/trope: bakugo’s SO likes to comment on his body, specifically his ass summary/excerpt: “Seriously, babe, it must be a side effect of your quirk, ‘cause you have a pretty sweet ass.” “I swear to Christ.” You smirk from over your glass, raising a brow as if to challenge him in this room full of people. You nudge his calf with the toe of your shoe underneath the table, everyone’s breath caught in their throats as they await what comes next. All Bakugou can do is grunt, turn his head to the side so no one can see the pink tinge on his cheeks, and take a long drag of his beer. 

fic: something lost word count: 1,232 rated: t+ warnings: sadness ship: bakugou katsuki x reader prompt/scenario/trope: bakugou + SO losing a pregancy summary/excerpt: “You did nothing wrong,” he murmurs against your ear, holding you close. “This isn’t your fault.” “It’s my body, Kacchan. Kind of feels like my fault.” You swear you see the threat of tears making his eyes bulge when you look him directly in the face. Your lower lip wobbles, “I-I wasn’t strong enough.” His hands are rough as he snatches you by the jaw, holding you captive, “Shut the hell up, do you hear me?”

fic: kiss me slowly word count: drabble rated: k warnings: none! ship: bakugou katsuki x reader prompt/scenario/trope: bakugou + secret relationship summary/excerpt: You retweet an emotional message and Bakugou feels guilty.

fic: keep my secrets safe word count: 1.7k rated: t warnings: language ship: bakugou katsuki x reader prompt/scenario/trope: bakugou + talking in his sleep summary/excerpt: Bakugou hates covert work. And he’s hungry. But also, apparently he talks in his sleep?

fic: toxic kiss, forbidden words word count: 1,704 rated: t+ warnings: spicy, language, etc. ship: bakugou katsuki x reader prompt/scenario/trope: fwb + “I think I’m in love with you”  summary/excerpt: Your legs start to give out, unable to hold this position for much longer. You tap his calf with your toes, getting his attention. Bakugou’s palm drifts down your thigh, his body slowing as he leans to look at the only visible part of your face over your shoulder. Bakugou can tell what your silent direction means, and so he pushes your knee at just the right angle that he can flip your body. Your back is flush with the mattress, the heat from your skin stark contrast to the cool sheets; it feels refreshing, so much so that your eyes roll back in your head at the sensation. The way he looks down at you makes you want to break your one rule; the one thing you both said would help you keep this nothing more than it is.

fic: break the glass {in case of emergency} word count: 21.2k+ rated: m/e+ warnings: language, smut, slight violence, etc. ship: todoroki shouto x reader prompt/scenario/trope: single father pro hero shouto summary/excerpt: Todoroki Shouto needs help, so he hires a nanny. More specifically, he hires you.

fic: uncontrollable, uncontainable word count: 697 rated: t+ warnings: blood, violence, language ship: todoroki shouto x reader prompt/scenario/trope: todoroki + first kiss summary/excerpt: “I should have pulled back,” he starts to stammer, “I-I swore I wouldn’t use this side of me, because I can’t control it. Today taught me that.” “No,” you shake your head, voice coming out hoarse. When you swallow the lump in your throat, it pushes your tears over the edge, two little streams following the curvature of your cheeks. Shouto squeezes your palm, “I am no better than Endeavor - than my father.” “You are not your father,” you pinch the inside of his wrist, “hear me?”

fic: tomorrow is too far word count: 977 rated: g warnings: fluff - tooth rotting cuteness! ship: todoroki shouto x reader prompt/scenario/trope: todoroki + “unexpected hand touching” summary/excerpt: You sling your backpack over your shoulders and he takes the first step towards the exit, holding the door open for you once he gets there. It’s silent as you walk down the stairs and out the front entrance, the cool evening air washing over you like a balm. “Wow,” you breathe in the sunshine-laced air, feeling rejuvinated, “it’s beautiful.” Shoto tilts his head, considering you while you’re distracted, “Yeah, it is.”

fic: only for a moment {maybe for forever} word count: 1,069 rated: t+ warnings: alcohol, language, etc. ship: kirishima x reader prompt/scenario/trope: kiri + fake relationship summary/excerpt: “Please, just for a minute,” you say in a whisper before tensing back up, leaning further into him. It’s as if you’re getting back into character, the fog slipping over your face again, “You’re too sweet. I’ll pick up the next round, ‘kay?”

fic: you’re my home word count: 923 rated: g warnings: none! ship: kirishima x reader prompt/scenario/trope: kiri + tired cuddling summary/excerpt: “Wanna cuddle?” you ask, already knowing the answer. It’s not uncommon for Kirishima to need to recharge his battery when he gets home, and usually that’s fulfilled by curling up together on the couch and eating some greasy food. He is always calmed by your touch, by the anchor you give him to the real world, as he likes to refer to it.

fic: stars in my eyes, love in my touch word count: 2,769 rated: m/e+ warnings: spicy, language, etc. ship: kirishima x reader prompt/scenario/trope: kiri + pregnant!reader + fluff summary/excerpt: His mouth trails, pert blushed lips tickling your body, from your collarbones to your belly. He laughs once he gets to your navel, his voice soft as he speaks, “Not givin’ mama a hard time, are ya’?” Your heart warms at the sight of Kirishima mumbling to your unborn child, his fingertips tracing patterns and names over the stretched skin. He never fails to make you feel beautiful and important, especially not now. Kiri is always telling you how amazing you look, even if it’s in a pair of sweatpants and one of his tee shirts. “You’re so perfect, you know that?” Kiri kisses the top of your belly before pushing himself closer to your face. He’s smiling as he kisses you gently, much in contrast to the past couple of hours you’ve spent between the sheets. He doesn’t mind, though, not right now when your hormones are raging and you want every bit of him that he has to offer. Kirishima kisses your cheek before pulling away, tugging you close so you can curl up into him, “I don’t know who I had to bribe in another life to get lucky with someone like you, but thank goodness I did it.”

fic: when liquid courage fails word count: 1,389 rated: t+ warnings: alcohol, language, etc. ship: deku x reader prompt/scenario/trope: izuku + drunken confession summary/excerpt: “I don’t want to be best friends anymore,” he sniffles, his lips quirking as he tries to make the next words come out of his mouth. “I can’t be best friends a-anymore.” “Did I do something wrong?” You ask, racking your brain for something you could’ve said or done in the past couple of months to set him off, but you come up blank. You start to sweat, your hands flying around when you speak, “Deku, y-you could’ve told me, we could talk abo-” “No,” he reaches up to circle his hand around your wrist, tugging you back down to earth. He’s laughing, which is much unlike him, but it makes you pause, “This is why Kacchan told me to get drunk. B-Because I can’t think straight around you and I always screw it up.”

fic: quiet confessions word count: 763 rated: t+ warnings: n/a ship: vegeta x reader prompt/scenario/trope: “You’re in a coma and I confessed all my feelings for you only for you to wake up” summary/excerpt: “Stupid woman,” he speaks almost affectionately, swallowing the growing lump in his throat. “You’ve got to wake up, so I can tell you where my mind is at, what I’m thinking. Don’t you owe me that much?” He waits, patience wearing thin as your heart beats slower with time. As the machine echoes loudly in the room, he tries to even his breathing in tandem with the sounds. “No, I guess you don’t owe me anything.” His lower lip trembles, but he grits his teeth, straining his jaw muscles. “If there’s anyone who owes anyone else, it’s me. I owe you my life.”

fic: remember me word count: 6.9k+ rated: t+ warnings: mild language and violence, etc. ship: tamaki amajiki x reader prompt/scenario/trope: flower shop au summary/excerpt:  Tamaki Amajiki saves a civilian. He doesn’t expect her to buy him coffee and teach him about the wiles of floral culture.

fic: vanilla soft serve word count: 754 rated: t+ warnings: none! ship: tamaki amajiki x reader prompt/scenario/trope: tamaki + first kiss summary/excerpt: Maybe it was the way you looked with ice cream on the tip of your nose. Or maybe it was the fact that his pulse was thudding in his ears. It might even be the way that your eyelashes flutter against the tops of your cheeks when you smile. Whatever it is, it makes Tamaki’s heart leap into his throat.

fic: rule breaker word count: 708 rated: t+ warnings: alcohol, language, etc. ship: tenya iida x reader prompt/scenario/trope: tenya + being hit by a personality reversing quirk summary/excerpt: “Yeah, babe, I’m fine!” He’s laughing now, tugging you forward to wrap you up into his thick arms. You’re sighing, falling into his embrace, taking it even though it feels foreign somehow. Tenya giggles in your ear, “Wanna head home?” The blush on your face magnifies tenfold; you know that Deku had to hear that as he passed by to say goodnight. Your eyes go wide and you tilt your head back, but Tenya is nothing if not smug. You allow you mind to wander for a second and you swear that he meant for Izuku to hear him. “Sure, but you’re not driving,” you mutter, grabbing him by the wrist. 

fic: going rogue word count: 949 rated: g warnings: none! ship: tenya iida x reader prompt/scenario/trope: “just tell me why you did it! because i love you!” + you caught me doing something dangerous and flipped out summary/excerpt: “Now is not the time to be self-righteous, Iida!” You step closer, your knees knocking into the iron railing of the hospital bed, “You are going to face charges! This wasn’t a sanctioned mission, you practically went rogue! Just tell me why you did it!” What comes out of his mouth next is not something you ever could have guessed or suspected.

fic: stranded on a rooftop word count: 587 rated: g warnings: none! ship: keigo/hawks x reader prompt/scenario/trope: keigo + “soft smile before leaning in for a kiss” summary/excerpt: “Not a problem, sweetheart,” his thumb notches underneath your chin, keeping your attention no matter how much you want to look away. “I love helping out a sweet little damsel in distress.”

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[whyme13wr]

Recommandations

I haven’t written any of the following fics/AUs. Please do not steal or translate them cause the writters work hard on them. If any of the links don’t work, please let me know.

🦋 fluff  |  ☔ angst  | 🔪action/violence | 🧚 fantasy | 🔥 smut | 💜 personal favourites (Highly recommended)

✎ Ongoing series | ✓ Complete → only for series

updated 06/05/20

 BTS

Kim Seokjin

One Shots

Rosewater -> lovers!au on Valentine's day 🦋🔥

In the mood -> 1940s!au (post-war), Hollywood!au🦋🔥

Of the sol -> Dragon!Seokjin 🦋🔥🧚

Heavy eyed -> 🔥🦋

Currents -> ArrangedMarriage!au angst, 🦋🔥

Urs -> 🦋🔥

Series

The devil wears armani -> Devil!au 🔥☔🦋🧚 ✓

Min Yoongi

One shots

Settle down -> EnnemiesToLovers!au 🔥☔🦋 slow burn

From the ashes -> Phoenix!Yoongi x Witch!reader 🦋☔🔥 💜💜

Off the deep end -> Mermaid!Yoongi 🔥🦋?🧚 friendship interspecies 💜💜

Rose garden dreams -> Knight!Yoongi x Princess!reader, forbidden love!au 🦋☔🔥

Surround me -> FriendsToLovers!au 🔥🦋

Love Language -> Lovers!au ☔🔥🦋

Never Thought -> MarriedCouple!au, Idol!Yoongi ☔🔥🦋

Series

Buzz -> FriendsToLovers!au 🔥🦋✓

Aquiver -> Sexworker!reader 🔥☔🦋 ✓

Grey area -> Soulmate!au angst, slowburn🦋☔🧚 ✎ 💜

Wildest moments -> 🦋🔥☔ ✓

Out of 5.0 -> BlackMirrorNosedive!au ☔✎

Love is not over -> Exes!au ☔ ✎

Bunny blues -> Hybrid!au ft. Kook ☔🦋🔥 ✎ 💜

Carousel -> Heirs!au, ArrangedMarriage!au ☔🦋🔥🔪 suspense ✓ 💜💜💜

Jung Hoseok

One shots

Friendly fire -> Threesome ft. Kook 🔥

A court of curses -> VampirePrince!Hoseok x WitchQueen!Reader ☔🦋🔥🧚 💜💜

Just practice -> Fratboy!Hoseok, HookupToLovers!au 🔥🦋☔

Occultation -> SunGod!Hoseok x MoonGoddess!reader ☔🔥🦋🧚

Series

Run little rabbit -> WolfShifter!Hoseok x RabbitShifter!reader 🔥🦋☔🧚 ✓ 💜💜💜

Park Jimin

One shots

Winged -> Angel!Jimin 🦋🔥🧚

The Hunt -> WhiteStag!Jimin 🦋🔥☔🧚 💜

Ice Burn -> Fantasy!au 🦋🔥☔🧚

Dawn -> 🔥🦋

Spellbound -> Witches!au, EnnemiesToLovers!au 🔥🦋 light☔🧚

Tension -> Threesome ft. Kook 🔥

Faded Love -> MarriedCouple!au ☔🔥🦋

Christmas Reward -> 🔥🦋

Casual Clothes -> Therapist!Jimin 🔥 a bit ☔

Windy City -> 🦋

Anthesis -> Fae!au 🦋🔥🧚💜💜

Series

The arrangement -> ArrangedMarriage!au ☔🔥🧚✓

No strings -> FriendsWithBenefits!au 🔥☔🦋 ✓ 💜

A serpent's flower -> Hogwarts!au, EnnemiesToLovers!au🦋🔥☔🧚 ✓

The promised iris -> Soulmate!au 🦋 light ☔ slow burn 🧚 ✓

Kim Taehyung

One shots

Your baby is sick -> ☔🦋

Seven seas -> Atlantis!au ☔🔥🦋

Papillon -> Pregancy!au, ChildhoodBestFriendsToLovers!au 🦋☔

Let's marvin gaye -> Bestfriend!au 🦋🔥☔

Gods blessed -> HalfDemon!Tae x GodsBlessedSoldier!reader 🦋🔥☔🧚

Paper Cranes -> BestFriendsToLovers!au, College!au 🦋🔥☔

Waterloo -> ArtProdigy!Tae x ArtStudent!reader 🦋slowburn ☔🔥 💜

Fake love -> ArrangedMarriage!au ☔🦋🔥

Series

Groovy -> ChildhoodFriend!au 🦋☔🔥 mention of death

Dichotomy -> ArrangedMarriage!au ☔🔥🦋✓ 💜

Tempting -> Demon!Tae x Angel!reader 🦋🔥☔🔪🧚 mention of death ✓ 💜💜💜

Obsidian -> Witch/Warlock!au 🦋🔥☔🔪🧚 ✓ 💜

When you least expect it -> ft. Kook ☔🔥🦋 ✎

Jung Jungkook

One shots

Familiar but unexpected -> BestFriend!au 🦋🔥☔

The push -> College!au, FriendsToLovers!au 🔥🦋 slight ☔

Lilac wisteria -> ChildhoodFriendsToLovers!au 🦋

The devil's change up -> College!au, BaseballBallPlayer!Kook 🔥🦋

Five dates -> ArrangedMarriage!au 🦋🔥

Friendly fire -> threesome ft. Hoseok 🔥

Sinful Knight -> Knight!Kook x Princess!reader ☔🔥🦋

Make it right -> Exes!au ☔🔥

Lupine -> Werewolf!au 🦋🔥🧚 💜

Hopping mad for you -> RabbitHybrid!Kook 🦋🔥🧚

Bulls eye -> FriendsToLovers!au 🔥🦋☔

Itch -> Flatmate!au, FriendsToLovers pwp🔥🦋

Tension -> Threesome ft. Jimin 🔥

The sea & the storm -> SeaSpirit!reader 🦋🔥☔ mention of death 💜💜💜

Backstage quickies -> 🔥

xx(x)ii -> Boyfriend!Kook 🔥🦋 light ☔

Love alive -> PostBreakUp!au ☔🔥

Skirt Chasers ->  FriendsToLovers!au 🔥🦋

Under the bridge -> Hybrid!AU 🦋🔥☔

An abundance of mondays -> ChildhoodFriendsToLovers!au 🦋🔥☔

Caramel -> Lovers!au 🦋🔥

Series

Blackjack -> Mafia!au 🔥🦋☔🔪 ✓ 💜💜

Bitchin -> Fratboy!Kook 🦋🔥☔✓ 💜💜

Just friends -> BestFriendsToLovers!au 🔥🦋☔ ✓

Bunny blues -> Hybrid!au ft. Yoongi ☔🦋🔥 ✎ 💜

Just one -> HighSchool!au, Fuckboy!Kook 🦋🔥

When you least expect it -> ft. Tae ☔🦋🔥✎

EXO

Kim Junmyeon

Empty vessels -> One Shot, Witch!au, Soulmate!au horror, suspense, thriller🦋🔪

Byun Baekhyun

One shots

Hey neighbor -> Neighbor!au 🦋

Little white lies -> 🦋 light ☔

Pause -> 🔥

Series

Enough -> MarriedCouple!au ☔🔥✓

Cataclysm -> Soulmate!au, EndOfTheWorld!au 🦋☔🔥✓ 💜💜

I give up -> 🔥☔🦋🔪 ✓

Saviour -> ☔🦋🔥 ✓ 💜

Park Chanyeol

The lyricism of you -> One Shot, FriendsToLovers!au 🦋☔

The morning after -> One Shot, FriendsToLovers!au 🔥🦋☔

Undo -> Series, ☔🦋🔥 age gap, mention of death ✓ 💜💜💜

Do Kyungsoo

One shots

Consider me yours -> FriendsToLovers!au 🔥🦋

The "Don't Go" wrist grab -> RoomN°7!Kyungsoo 🔥

Kitten -> CatHybrid!reader 🔥🦋 💜

Here kitty kitty -> CatHybrid!Soo 🔥

Chef Soo three meals a day -> 🦋 fast burn🔥

Little forest -> ChildhoodFriends!au 🦋 light ☔ 💜

Honeymoon -> NewlyMarriedCouple !au 🔥🦋

Crush culture -> 🦋

Cherry blossoms -> Royal!au 🦋🧚

Series

Spontaneous -> Idol!Soo x Musician!reader 🦋☔🔥 ✓ 💜💜💜

All his -> Idol!Soo x Interpret!reader 🦋☔🔥 ✓

The prince of privilege -> Royal!au, ArrangedMarriage!au ☔🔥🦋🔪 mention of death ✎ 💜💜

Ambivalence -> RoomN°7!au 🔥✎

Gorgeous -> FriendsToLovers!Au ft. Nini, FootballPlayer!Soo 🔥🦋✓

Mask -> FriendWithBenefits!au ☔🔥🦋 ✓

Chaebols the arrangement -> ArrangedMarriage!au ☔🔥🦋 ✓

Kim Jongin

Gorgeous 2 -> threesome ft. Soo 🔥, 🦋 with Soo

Kim Minseok

Persistant ghosts -> One Shot, Witch!au, Soulmate!au horror, suspense 🔥🦋

Again -> One Shot, Fiancé!au 🦋☔🔥

2:00 AM -> Series, FriendWithBenefits!au 🔥☔🦋 ✓ 💜💜💜

GOT7

Park Jinyoung

Every way -> One Shot, FriendsWithBenefits!au 🔥🦋

Iron Crown -> Series, Vampire!Jinyoung ☔🔥🦋🔪🧚 ✓ 💜💜

Mark Tuan

I want desire -> Series, Mafia!au, ArrangedMarriage!au ☔🔥🦋🔪 mention of death ✓ 💜💜💜

Im Jaebom

Pillowtalk -> Series, Idol!Jaebom ☔🦋🔥 ✓

Far From Home -> Series, Idol!Jaebom 🦋☔🔥 ✓

Lee Taemin

Safe word -> EstablishedRelationship!au 🔥

Johnny (NCT)

Relax -> Married!au 🦋🔥

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[safely-in-vhagars-belly]

Pillars of salt, pillars of sand: Aegon x oc (aemond x oc) Chapter 8: Of Wives and Kings

CONCEPT: You were once a princess, now you are Aemond's prisoner. You are taken to King's Landing to bend the knee to Aegon

WARNINGS FOR READING: This fanfiction is dark. It will contain themes as: Non-con, dub-con, dom/sub themes, murder, torture, blood, graphic descriptions of sex, graphic descriptions of murder and graphic description of torture. As well as animal abuse, war crimes, genocide, massmurder, sadism, power-abuse and incestious relationships, as well as mentions of pregancy, abortion and childloss Warnings will be updated as the fic goes on.

Footsteps approach you and your aunt as you turn your head.

Ser Criston Cole approaches, his white cloak swirling behind him. You gulp as you take in his grumpy expression and his deep sighs before he approaches his queen and you. He does not need to say it. He is here for you to fetch you for the King.

Helaena looks at your wrists and abruptly releases you, as if she burned herself. She is clearly shocked and terrified that she was capable of that. Ser Criston bows before his queen. ‘’My Queen.’’

The way he speaks of her is full of respect and servitude. Servitude he would never grant your mother. You do your best to learn as much as possible about your enemies as you can. Ser Criston Cole is a devoted enemy. Cruel if need be. If he had silver hair, one would consider him a son of Maegor. ‘’Princess.’’ His voice is firm and the title stings as poison on his tongue and lips.

You nod, respectfully and wipe your tears away. You will not have your enemies laugh at your misery. ‘’Ser Criston.’’ Your mother taught you that handling insults with grace and poise is better than any insult you can throw at someone.

‘’My Queen, your grace…’’ Helaena hums before walking back into the keep, smiling broadly, yet she keeps scratching her head. There is blood on her fingers. She is an oddball perhaps. Who would not be? Perhaps you will be just like her when you are married to Aegon.

You watch as your aunt heads to her chambers, to the staircase. See Criston speaks softly reminding you of your destiny. ‘’His grace the king wants your presence in the throne room.’’ You rather not see him again today. Or any of the Greens. Helaena's grief seems genuine. But she is the only one. The others are celebrating.

You rather spend the remainder of the day in the gardens, before being led into a dungeon cell to spend the night. ‘’Tell his grace I am not feeling well, and have decided to take a moment of rest in the gardens. Surely after all that his brother put me through he can sympathize.’’ You lean in closer. ‘’I am not a fool. You taught Aemond well. You understand, that if you have a hand into something as this again, you won’t have hands left?’’

At first the commander is furious with your threats. But then he becomes amused that you, a timid little lady, is insulting and threatening him, a big strong soldier. ‘’What happened to the bastard-’’ Cole laughs, correcting himself when you glare.

‘’To Prince Lucerys, was a tragedy bound to happen. Yet I had no part in it. The boy lacked discipline and proper manners. You and all of Rhaenyra’s childrens do. I hope his grace the King can teach you some proper manners. I will look forward to do the day you are nothing but a shell, a corpse of the person you used to be, haunting these halls you once were comfortable enough to call home.’’ You tremble with anger after he is done speaking.

He straightens his back and his fortitude returns, as does his heart that beats for his duty. ‘’I was ordered to bring you there, my lady. One way or another.’’ He is threatening you now. You cross your arms over your belly and glance at him, your brows raised.

You raise your chin the way you've seen your mother do dozens of times. Calm and with poise. ‘’I am a princess, not a lady.’’ You remind him kindly. ‘’Regardless, you should not speak to me in this way.’’

A shadow falls over both of you as someone approaches. The birds stop singing, or the sound just fades to nothing. You watch as Aemond Targaryen struts into the garden. ‘’Aegon is getting impatient.’’ He announces when he has finally slithered his way over to you and is standing in front of you. He nods to the doors and waits for you to raise as a obedient little dog.

Cole is furious that Aemond dares to make him seem as if he's incapable of collecting the hostage himself. ‘’I am working on it.’’ He says to his pupil.

Aemond shrugs as an answer and you see the first cracks between the two of them begin. ‘’Not fast enough. Aegon wants to see her. Now.’’ He says to Cole.

He smiles down at your tears and curled dark locks. ‘’Lady Strong. It appears you have trouble adjusting to your new reality.’’ He speaks, making his voice a little lower and lower, almost a soft purr. He grabs your right wrist and pulls you up from the bench.

‘’When our king demands your presence, as his wife it is your duty to attend to him. Whatever he may wish, whatever he may take.’’ The moment the last word leaves his lips, you are overcome with terrible images of Aegon having his way with you. Aemond notices your fear and his smile only grows, pleased with your terror. You rip your wrist from his grip and glare at him.

You were never touched before and you doubt that Aegon will have the patience for a maiden. You won't enjoy yourself. You won't be ready for any of it.

Your uncle smiles leaning in even closer. ‘’Will you go, Lady Strong? Or shall I perhaps discuss a punishment with the king?'’ He has a sick smirk on his lips and it mirrors the one he wore when he killed your brother. ‘’I always thought you and your siblings were a little too wild. Perhaps discipline will help you become a better version of yourself. A more likable version befitting a princess.’’ You briefly entertain the thought of kicking him between his legs again.

You know that Aegon is an idiot and that Aemond is smart enough to convince his brother that you need punishment if he wishes so. He can make your life hell if he wishes so. Yet you show yourself not afraid. A fool's move, perhaps. But that is all you have left. ‘’Did it make you your better version, when your father beat the daylight out of your other eye?’’

Briefly his good eye narrows, as he tries to calculate who possibly could have had the audacity to tell you what happened to him. Until he looks at the gardens and reminds himself that his sister was here, moments ago. You hope he won't kill or hurt her for this. ‘’Ah. You have talked with my sister. Well, two can play that game. For now….’’ He smiles down at you. You huff and turn.

The moment your back is turned to his front, he grabs you by your hips and throws you over his shoulders. You squeak and kick helplessly against his back and slam with your hands on his shoulders. Anything to break free. ‘’Put me down! Aemond! This is treason! I don't want to marry him! I don't want to become his wife!’’ You scream, commanding him out of fear.

He is not only blind. He acts deaf as well, peacefully humming with a smile on his thin lips as he marches you in as a sack of vegetables he bought at the market. He puts you in front of the iron throne, where Aegon is still sitting, attending his stolen realms. With a dramatic bow, Aemond pays his respect. ‘’As you requested, one fresh traitor. Although…fresh…hm. I have my doubts.’’ His comment is greatly appreciated by various men, guards and servants alike who all grin or laugh as well as a few noble ladies.

You are enraged by their actions. Of course you are. It hurts to see how eager they are to stab you in your back. You force yourself to be strong and to ignore it. To turn off your feelings for now. If you don't…they might get the overhand.

You don't need their approval anyway. You know you never slept with anyone before and you know they only call you a whore because your mother had a relationship outside of her marriage.

King Aegon, second of his name, sinks back in his chair and sighs dramatically. ‘’Wonderful. I sent my King's guard to fetch you, only for my brother to show up and to bring you here, a second time today.’’ You are not disciplined or scolded for it however. You are surprised.

Ser Criston Cole has found the way back in as well, muttering to the king when he likely explains as to why he failed his mission. Aemond grins. ‘’She is here now. It seems that your princess has trouble listening to her better. She ignored Ser Criston and then myself.'’ Aemond waits expectantly and you feel the tension rise.

A King's order is not lightly. And a husband can punish his wife.

Aegon stares at you, as if asking you to confirm this. You do so by nodding, gulping and nervous about what he might do with you now. He thinks for a long time.

He does not seem mad…

He is amused. He chuckles delighted, in a genuine matter. ‘’The princess is no fool. Of course she won't come with you. You killed her brother.’’ That is true. You are glad he seems a little considerate of your fear of Aemond. But perhaps he will wield this as a weapon from now on.

He lazily bends his right hand, backing you closer and closer. ‘’Come closer, my dear.’’ You know that that is supposed to be you. Your husband to be may speak of you how he wishes now. A king most of all.

You scoff. A dear? ‘’I am not your dear!’’ Aegon drops his hand and his kind act. ‘’Come closer, my whore.’’ Your eyes become a little bigger at that open insult as the surrounding court members laugh or chuckle. You must look so confused and disgusted. No one dared to call you that so publicly before.

You have the feeling that many only will use this insult from now on. Aegon takes notice of your worried expression. ‘’What? How do you wish to be called, then? You don't like it sweet, you don't like it sour. How am I to refer to you from now on?’’ He asks as if he's stupid.

You eye the crowd. You could demand him to call you princess. You could demand him to call you the daughter of Queen Rhaenyra. But you could also choose your life over death.

It is a terrible fate the gods picked out for you. You will be wedded and bedded by Aegon and be paraded around as his whore. You will be with child one day perhaps. His child.

You don't know how you can help your mother's cause from out here. This is the enemy's nest. Yet you have faith that someday, somehow, you'll find a way. You can not endure any of this without a reward.

Life is as a scale. The worse the days, the better the futures. That is what you must believe now of any time to survive. To keep sane and to keep going.

You don't like any of the nicknames as honeybee or sweetiepie. So you remind the king of your name instead. ‘’Maella will do.’’ You speak, shaking from the rebellion you are already plotting in the far distance. Despite you have nothing to plan it with, you feel dirty and as if they can take your head any moment.

Aegon nods, extending his hand to you once more. ‘’Come closer, my Maella.’’ He does not drop the word my. You hate it. Of course you do. Yet you extend your hand to the Kings and wait for him to grab hold of your hand. His hand feels warm as a dragon's breath.

He smiles at your obedience and your surrender. ‘’Good girl. I know, we have given you little reason to trust us.’’ That is an understatement. They killed your brother, stole your mother's throne and took your dragon.

You still hold his hand and your arm starts to hurt. You wish him to let go of your hand. He keeps talking blind to your pain. ‘’And as a princess, you were privileged and once above me in the ladder that holds the power.’’ You were. Your grandsire was once king. You were more likely to become a queen than Aegon was to become a king. And yet…You chuckle at the cruelty of the gods.

His eyes become cold and calculating and his smile dies a lonely death on his lips. ‘’But I am your king now. As well as your husband to be. It is expected of any subject that if I demand her presence, she will rush to my side. Especially if she is my wife.’’ He says, pulling you closer to him, dragging you to him.

A/N

It might seem a bit of a sudden end, that is because this chapter too became too big it was around 4k and i like to keep it at 2k so no one gets overwelmed when reading my stories. The next chapter will be really bring out the true colours of the greens, and the chapter after that will be the very romantic wedding between maella and aegon xD

[littlemssam]

New random small Mod & Bug Fixes

Diploma Error Fix (University)

This is an EA error where the Loot for Diploma fails. It bugs NPC Sims and spams Last Exception Errors. I  changed the time Sims get the Diploma. They will get it right after the Ceremony instead of a few hrs after. I cloned the Loots for this and the original Loot of the Uni Tracker Tunings are now empty. This should prevent the Errors where the Game wants to give Sims the Diploma Loot and fails. It should also fix bugged Sims with this Diploma Error since the loot as mentioned above is now empty.

Elevator Fix for Toddler & Pets

Since University Toddlers & Pets cannot use the Elevators anymore and get Routing Errors. Why? Because EA forgot to add the new Elevator Portal they added to them as well. This Fix adds it to them. Be aware if you use my Pregnancy Overhaul (Belly Size Versions) Mod don't use the fix for Toddlers but use the updated Version of the Pregancy Overhaul instead since i included the Fix for Toddler in there!

Random Bug Fixes

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Auto Use Picnic Table when eating (Random)

I love the Holiday Picnic Table but EA changed some Tags for those which prevents Sims to use them automatically when eating for example. Sims will just stand around them with the plates in hand and eat while standing. I readded the Dining Func Tags so they will be used by Sims again to sit and eat there etc. This works for all Picnic Tables ingame.

Random Small Mods

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Mod Update

Included Bug Fix for Toddler to be able to use Elevators again which broke with Uni. Only affects the Belly Version Packages.

Pregnancy Overhaul

Don't install these Updates if you have the Legacy Edition installed!

[southern-belle-outcasts]

Rules- updated

Muses- Rogue (Marvel canon divergent 616 based), Nilza Valdez (urban fantasy OC), Farrar Kilpatrick (urban fantasy OC).Kaylee Starke (urban fantasy OC, Sara Lance- White Canary (Legends of Tomorrow CW/Arrowverse- ON HIATUS), Padmé Amidala (Star Wars canon- by request and hc memes or semi-plotted para threads ONLY. Memes you see CAN be used for this but I’m not responding unless we have a vague idea of where this is going as discussed). 

I don’t always follow. I try to keep my dash to things that spark joy. I reserve the right to not follow back or unfollow at all times, without need for explanation. If I am going to follow back, I will not do so until I can get the time to read your rules fully.

Blog is 18+ due to multiple facets of adult content. If I find out you’re under 18, you will be immediately blocked. No exceptions. I also do not ship with muses under 18. 

I do not tag all the possible triggers that exist. My content is pretty trigger happy- drug use, violence, language, sex, mental illness, death, pregancy and miscarriage, etc. If you truly have a trigger, hit me up and I can tag it for you, most especially for visuals but when it comes to my para replies with a partner that’s already cool with the content, I’m not tagging every little possible thing. Things I always try to tag: pregnancy, miscarriage, vomit mention, current events, politics, images of spiders. 

I do not require you to follow me to interact with me if any of this bothers you. 

I am a multi-para blog. One to three lines is not enough for me to work with and I will get both frustrated and bored. I have had enough years writing really short threads, I’m far more interested in having threads that give me details on your muse, their emotions, the setting, etc.

I respond with what I can get to at the moment and have the brain power for. I utilize rpthreadtracker and will try to get to the older ones when possible but this isn’t first come, first served around here. What has inspo at the moment is what’s getting posted. I don’t use a queue, I’ve tried, it never works. Feel left out, I really can’t help you there. I’m not half-assing a reply because you want me to kick you back a response the day of when I don’t have the words for it at the moment.

Reblogs/Likes: If you see that I’m utilizing a source blog, please reblog the meme/prompt from said blog. I understand when a source is deactivated, that I don’t mind. But I am not a meme source and will block if I’m being used as one.

Do not reblog an rp thread unless you are directly involved. Seriously. Don’t.

Fictions I have specifically marked reblogs allowed in caption or tag can be reblogged.

Liking here and there is perfectly acceptable. That’s normal. Mutuals please, by all means, don’t feel like you can’t like something I posted. However, liking every single post I put up clogs my activity. Please don’t, or you run the risk of being blocked. Definitely don’t scroll back through a ship meme liking ever post I’ve put up for the past three months. I think I burst a blood vessel that morning… Especially don’t like rp memes and not send. Just go to the source to like it if you’re saving it…otherwise you look dickish.

UPDATE- No NSFW will be written with muns below the age of 21, preferably 25+, otherwise will be a case by case basis for 21+

I do not roleplay for the purpose of shipping. I love my ships, I get involved with my ships, but I am NOT here solely for ships, and definitely not solely smut.

I do not require any sexual scene to be fully played out, you are more than welcome to tell me you want to fade to black. I’m not here for the sole purpose of writing smut.

I do NOT smut unless we thread regularly AND regularly interact OOC. NSFW threads are a means to getting to know my muse, and our muses’ relationship better. I don’t write it for the heck of it. I’ve made exceptions to this rule on occasion and it’s never left me feeling comfortable. As of 12/28/2020, any and all approval for NSFW is revoked unless you interact with me on a regular basis OOC and we have discussed comfort level. If you wish to plot further and get more interactions going, maybe an actual thread will evolve to NSFW content. If you have to rely solely on a meme on Sinday to elicit that kind of interaction, that’s your cue my muse doesn’t know yours well enough for a NSFW thread. 

Ships are unique to themselves, don’t expect identical interactions ever, and I do multiship. However, I have a few mains I will only ship with unless long time interaction provides enough chemistry to rule otherwise. I will only ship Rogan with @loganweaponx, and Matt Murdock/Rogue with @holyxdefender. I am not  limiting interactions to just those muses, ONLY the shipping aspect unless chemistry proves otherwise. 

While I only ship chemistry, you are welcome to yeet into my DMs and be like “hey fuckface my muse is crushing hard can we explore this?!” That does NOT mean the ship is guaranteed to pan out. Just because I agreed to explore this does not mean I mean I signed some contract on OTP status.

Do not come at with me with “I have a plot idea and it’s we ship our muses” or *throws smut meme in your inbox* and we never interact. Fast way to get ignored or blocked. 

UPDATE- unless you’ve cleared it with me, please do not make our rp thread interactions into your muse’s general canon. I did not sign up for that and it makes me really uncomfortable to think anything I write is being inserted into your muse’s canon and subject to critique in that manner. On that same note, I will not write with canon-inserts (forced oc child, parent, sibling, etc relationships) unless I have a means to not have it affect my own muse’s canon. I don’t even play canon ships until I’ve felt out our particular muse’s chemistry.

I do not have many triggers but I have a hardstop at m!preg (magical male preg), magical/spedup/otherwise exaggerated pregnancy, A/B/O, breeder, DD/l. I will not roleplay them, and if I see them on my dash I will immediately unfollow. Y'all are welcome to do as you want, but I’m not making myself uncomfy in my antistress zone. 

I will not use pregnancy/children as plot points but for a select few muse relationships where it is part of the natural flow of the ship and has been plotted as such, or our ooc relationship is good enough for you to know my stance on sending a pregnancy meme. 

If you have gotten this far, bless your soul. Have a chocolate chip cookie. Please send “room full of rocking chairs” to my DMs or askbox so I know I’m not chucking my words into the ether.

[madasakuweek]

MadaSakuDay2019 Master List

Fic

Homeward Update by @astroavis

Pregnancy Woes by @bookgirl813

The Journey to Uchiha by @delunalovegoodstuff

Have a Quickie, Dammit! by @heavilyhappy (smut)

Don’t Forget Chapter 2 by @jingmcastle

Lust, Caution by @jingmcastle

Swing Life Away by @littlefallingstar

Of Love and War by @nanawritesstuff

Origin of the Never Seen Update by @olliya

Veil Over Their Eyes by @olliya

Podfic

Forest Spirit by @kendochick

Art

Forbidden Love by @blacksoda-souji

Arranged Marriage by @can-t-figure-it-out

You Are My Mission by @ingridmunizart Uhhhh

Untitled by @kizioziki + English Translation by @yomi-gaeru

Hair braiding/hair care by @kumeramen

Famiy/in-laws/pregancy by @maybe-please

Fertility, a/b/o Part 1 by @maybe-please

Fertility, a/b/o Part 2 by @maybe-please

Hair braiding/hair care by @maybe-please

Hair Grooming by @moon-mynxie

MadaSaku Doujinshi Update by @mysteriouscrimsoneyes

Untitled by @mysteriouscrimsoneyes

Homeward Fanart Commission by @thistledesigns for @astroavis

Hair braiding/hair care by @yomi-gaeru

[tvfanatic97-2]

Which multi-chapter fics spideychelle fics are you reading right now?

oof sososo many but I’ll link some that you guys should definitely check out that I feel like not enough people are reading (I love y’all but you guys have a tendency to stick to the same sort of fics/the same authors and these deserve a chance!):

‘we were in the neighborhood’ by shouldhaveknownbetter

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19420912/chapters/46217818 - I’ve technically already read this one (it’s complete) but I feel like not enough people have read it so you should all check it out

‘and her name was freedom’ by @spideyxchelle

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17517158/chapters/41266601 - I’ve been huge into westerns since I watched ‘deadwood’ when I was a teenager but even if you’re not into westerns you’ll enjoy this bc it’s so well written and amazing…like all of spideyxchelle’s fics

‘but it’s better if you do’ by abusedtrademarkemoji

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19485238/chapters/46383190 - everyone knows this author for their fic where peter is an uber driver and he mistakenly thinks mj is a stripper lol but they’ve written more than that and you should check out all of their works incl this one which is a new accidental marriage au

‘fallout’ by @fargone5

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16321367/chapters/38179913 - a post-apocalyptic au that has everything you could ever want- badass!mj and mj sort of hating peter (enemies to friends to lovers, anyone?)…just perfect, check it out bc it’s criminally under-read

‘goner’ by @hulksmashmouth

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1010010- so I’ve linked the series goner is part bc you should all read it from the start before reading ‘goner’ literal perfection

‘under the black flag’ by @aquietconstellation

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19378441/chapters/46109497 - badass (pirate) mj! enemies to lovers trope! what more could you want?? pls read this, bc I really don’t understand why more of you aren’t reading it

‘spin sorrow into silk’ by @machiavelien

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19467883/chapters/46339786 - this is new w only one chapter posted but I’m loving it thus far so check it out

‘misconceptions’ by @spiderman-homecomeme

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15222404/chapters/35306480 - I think most of you are aware of this fic but I’ll never pass up any opportunity to praise gloria bc she actually got me to like a fic involving a surprise/unexpected pregnancy

‘I keep on dying, because I love to live’ by @aquietconstellation

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18775840/chapters/44543899 - I’ve technically read all this in its entirity but this author is one of the best in the fandom and y’all are sleeping on her so she gets two mentions on my list!

‘to all the people who loved peter and mj before’ by perfectlystill

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1313228 - much like gloria got me to love a fic about an unexpected pregancy, this author got me to love this series which involves some sly love-triangle-esque elements (we all know how much I hate those) so check it out…SO well written and criminally under-read

‘extra-curricular activities’ by emptyhead

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1264742 - this is technically a series but I’m gonna list it anyway bc not enough of you read it…it involves mj getting trained in the mystic arts by dr strange and becoming a sorceress…need I say more???

‘the middle way’ by alaicrane

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17145053/chapters/40318916 - this fic hasn’t been updated in a while and I miss it so much :( but check out what’s been posted, it’s beautifully written

OKAY that’s a v lengthy and comprehensive list, but that should give y’all something to read for the next month I should think so…happy reading!

*Edit- once you read these pls leave kudos and a comment letting the author know you liked the fic, authors like encouragement and feedback