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uzumaki-rebellion · 8 months ago

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A Daughter's Plan

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Black Female OC

Warning(s): Pure Fluff. Single Dad. Girl Dad energy. Terry's POV. Low angst.

Summary: Terry Richmond is a lonely single dad caring for his ten-year-old daughter, Pilar. When Pilar's mother re-marries and moves overseas to start a new job and family, the pre-teen thinks her dad needs to find someone for himself, too. Unbeknownst to Terry, his clever daughter has her sights set on the new neighbor, Allegra, who might be the perfect match.

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"Isn't she pretty

Truly the angel's best

Boy, I'm so happy

We have been heaven blessed"

Stevie Wonder—"Isn't She Lovely?"

Terry Richmond heard the familiar rolling sound of his ten-year-old daughter's skateboard crossing over into the cul-de-sac of their gated townhome neighborhood. He could always pick out the unique sound of her board's ka-kump, ka-kump, ka-kump rhythm compared to her school buddies as they raced each other home.

Pilar always did a few kick flip tricks by Mr. Rhea's property before she jumped the curb and circled past a speed bump near Mrs. Purdue's home. While hand sanding a rocking chair, that he made for his pregnant sister, Terry paused.

He didn't hear Pilar's skateboard anymore.

Her crew of three friends whizzed past his open garage door toward their homes, but Terry didn't see his only child roll up to greet him with her angelic smile and chaotic energy. He lifted his protective goggles and wiped his hands on his work apron. Still no sign of her.

He strode out of the garage to take a peek and he noticed her lingering by their mailbox, still wearing her protective helmet and staring across the wide street. A furniture van blocked the driveway of the townhome facing across their property. A Black woman in her late twenties or early thirties directed two burly movers to carry a brand new sofa covered in plastic through her front door. The cute bob and conservative pastel colors of her sweater and pencil skirt had him guessing she was a teacher, or worked in corporate.

He glanced at Pilar who kept her dark brown eyes laser-focused on the recent addition to their quiet corner of the world. She chewed on her lip and rolled her board back and forth with her left foot. The new neighbor bought the house of Pilar's best friend since kindergarten. Little Leslie Gardner left Ville Broussard, Louisiana a year ago, and her old house stood empty for nine months until the For Sale sign finally came down three months ago. Terry knew that Mr. Gardner put a pretty penny into renovating the place before putting it on the market, and the expense of the renovation drove the price up.

The woman across the street probably spent over two-hundred and fifty thousand dollars for the two-bedroom property. Pilar pretended to dig in the mailbox, knowing he had already gotten the mail, and stared at the woman. From that distance, he couldn't tell if Pilar was still upset about Leslie moving or if she was upset that a stranger was moving into her bestie's old home.

"Pilar," he called out.

His daughter looked his way, and so did the woman across the street.

Whoa.

Terry never got a full view of the neighbor before. He always caught sideways glances or the back of her head. But the full frontal turned out to be something else. She looked like a gorgeous Black Barbie doll. He peeped her figure a few days ago when she first showed up in form-fitting pale green sweatpants and a matching hoodie. The fall weather brought out the layers, but she must've ignored the forecast because she walked around double-cheeked up in sportswear not designed for cooler temperatures.

Miss Neighbor turned her attention back to the interior of her home and Pilar ambled over, carrying her skateboard. She pulled off her skateboard helmet.

"Hey munchkin," he said, ruffling her thick two-toned curls pulled back with a light blue scrunchie. From the roots to just above the tips, Pilar's hair was dark brown. The ends had turned their annual summer-in-the-sun reddish brown that matched her skin tone. She looked exactly like his oldest sister Brianna and had her spirited personality, too.

Pilar's down-turned lips reflected a little 'tude.

"I don't see any kids," Pilar said.

She sounded bummed.

"Checking out the neighbor, huh?"

"She's pretty. Do you think she's pretty, Dad?"

"She is very attractive."

"Very?" Pilar said with a smug grin.

"Don't read anything into that."

"We should go say hi."

"She's busy with furniture. Let her get settled in."

He guided Pilar into their home through the garage, and she dumped her board and helmet by the dinette table. She washed her hands in the kitchen sink and he pulled a PB&J sandwich on a plate and a Capri Sun from the fridge, placing them on the table for her after-school snack.

The landline rang, and he answered it.

"Hi Terry, is Pilar in yet?"

His ex wife's voice sounded perky and happy.

"Yeah, hold on.'"

He carried the cordless from the living room into the kitchen and handed it to Pilar.

"It's your mom."

Pilar's face brightened, and she chatted away on the overseas call. Terry returned to the garage and began sanding the armrest of the rocking chair. He swept sawdust on the ground and closed the garage door after he finished.

Back in the kitchen, he rinsed his hands. An uneaten sandwich remained on the kitchen table without Pilar in sight. He looked in their living room and didn't find her there.

"Pilar?"

Terry climbed the stairs to the second floor and found his daughter weeping on her bed, her face buried in a yellow Big Bird pillow.

"What's wrong?"

He sat his big body on her twin bed, and she shook her head on the pillow. He laid a hand on her back.

"Babygirl, what is it?"

"Mom isn't coming back for Christmas. She eloped with that man in Italy and they plan on flying me out there for a boat cruise instead of coming to the lake like she promised. They'll have a big party in place of a wedding in Rome next July."

Pilar never addressed her new step-father by his name, Bryson. It was always "that man" despite her mother dating him for two years. Bryson was east coast respectability. A Black Archon Boulé with a prestigious prep school background and long family money. The complete opposite of Terry's country boy/military roots. He drove a 2015 F-250 truck and drank beer. Bryson drove a 2025 Jaguar and sipped Chardonnay.

Yolanda leveled up to the Black bougie life she always wanted. Terry knew in his heart that Yolanda would never be happy building a life with him. They were both twenty and naïve, getting married the moment they found out Pilar was conceived. He quit college and joined the marines to support them. Yolanda worked as a flight attendant after their daughter was born, so Terry stayed the primary caretaker, training other marines and not deploying out of the country.

Yolanda wanted more out of life than he could provide financially and asked for a divorce when Pilar turned six. Both their families had been shocked when she granted Terry primary custody of their only child. Yolanda wanted to travel the world and her career let her do that. She eventually settled in Atlanta, working for Delta. Pilar adjusted to being shuttled back and forth for holidays and summers.

Then Bryson popped up, freeing Yolanda from the working class. He was older, established, and child-free. Also very generous with his money.

Terry had made arrangements to send Pilar abroad for a lavish wedding the following summer as her mother's flower girl. She and Bryson had planned to spend the Christmas holiday with the entire Richmond family so that they could all meet the new man who would be connected to them through Pilar. Christmas was going to be the rare treat of being with both her parents for a holiday. The Richmond clan had reserved fancy cabins by a lake for a week and planned on turning it into a family reunion of sorts. Yolanda offered to arrange her Christmas plans for the reunion so Pilar wouldn't miss out on seeing all of her cousins from all over the states. Now she eloped and switched up on their child three months in advance.

Terry kept his anger in check in front of Pilar. He'd call Yolanda when his daughter was back in school and give her a smooth cuss out. He offered to switch Thanksgiving for Christmas because it was important for Pilar to experience a big reunion for the first time on his side of the family.

Pilar turned her head from the pillow. Big, wet eyes stared at him. Her bottom lip trembled and his heart squeezed in his chest. His daughter was the light of his life. Watching her expectations crumble hurt his soul. Pilar came first before anything, and that was the difference between him and Yolanda. Their daughter became a secondary consideration with her. His ex wasn't a terrible person. He loved her once a long time ago. She was ambitious, energetic, pretty, and gave him a perfect child. Yolanda just wasn't cut out to be a mother saddled with the responsibility of putting her daughter's emotional needs first. To Yolanda, whisking Pilar off to Rome probably sounded like giving her child the best in life. Bryson was an American Express Exec for their Italian branch and lived in a lavish home with staff and chauffeurs. Yolanda shopped, dined, and played tennis every day in luxury. She wanted Pilar to experience that lifestyle. In his own way, Terry wanted their daughter to have that chance, too. But without pulling the rug from under Pilar. She set her heart on having them all together for once since their divorce.

"Tell you what…I'll talk to her and try to convince them to come for Christmas."

"She said the cruise is their early honeymoon and they want me to go so we can bond as a new family. I already have a family!"

Pilar buried her face in his chest, and he stroked her hair.

"How about we go to Cholly's Burgers for dinner and you can mope over a double cheeseburger and a big chocolate malt?"

Pilar sniffled and wiped her nose.

"Okay, I'll go…but I can't guarantee that I'll feel better."

"Deal," he said.

He left her alone in her room and went down to the kitchen and put her sandwich and juice away. Checking emails on his smartphone, he spent the next couple of hours watching TV and then ironed Pilar's clothes for school. He showered and called his daughter down for their dinner trip. Outside, their new neighbor carried some things from her cream-colored Mercedes S-Class in the driveway.

"Excuse me," the woman called as Pilar jumped into his truck's passenger side.

"Yeah?" he called back.

"Hi, I'm Allegra…new neighbor…um, can you tell me what day the trash and recycling go out?"

"Thursdays!" Pilar called out.

His daughter had her head stuck out of the window with a big grin on her face.

"Yeah, Thursdays. They normally roll through around eleven a.m.," he said.

"Great, thanks."

"I'm Terry, and this is my daughter, Pilar—"

"Are you married? Have kids?" Pilar asked.

Allegra smiled politely, holding a small box. Her eyes bounced from Pilar's to his, then back to Pilar.

"I'm not married. No kids."

Pilar whipped her head around to look at Terry. He ignored her.

"Have a good evening," he said.

He climbed into his truck and started it up.

"You're really not good at finding a date, Dad."

"What are you talking about, little girl?"

He backed out of their driveway and headed toward the main road that led to the highway.

"A single, beautiful woman with a fancy car asked you about trash day. She could've called her realtor or looked it up online."

"We were right there in front of her. It's quicker to ask a neighbor. That woman is not looking to date people she lives around. Besides, she saw me with you, so she'll think I'm married with a family already."

"She'll know pretty soon that it's just you and me."

"I don't think most upwardly mobile Black women are interested in men that already have children nowadays."

It took them twenty minutes to arrive at the burger joint, and Pilar's mood lifted considerably. They talked about her upcoming soccer game and she slurped down her chocolate malt content with life once again.

Back home, he washed and braided her hair in two cornrows, tying it down with a black satin hair scarf so he wouldn't have to do her hair in the morning. Their evening bedtime routine went off without a hitch and he allowed her to watch a cartoon before she went to sleep in her room.

The next couple of weeks were normal in the Richmond household. He'd ride his bike in the morning to take Pilar to school, following behind her as she skateboarded ahead of him with her classmates. Later, he'd ride his bike over to check on the restaurant he invested in. He spent a few days with his financial advisor and moved some money around that he received from a police settlement. His current financial status allowed him to enjoy not having the worries of steady employment until he found something he wanted to do. He put funds in stocks that did well, paid off the townhouse, and Yolanda's monthly child support covered the rest for Pilar. His woodworking kept him busy during the afternoon while Pilar was in school. But once she was home, he went straight into daddy mode. Soccer Dad duty, carpooling to games, checking homework, cooking and cleaning, fixing things at his parent's house and running their errands…they all filled his time.

Once a week he went bowling with friends and drank at bars, chasing a little tail, but not really trying to catch much. His three older sisters rotated keeping Pilar with their kids so he could have some adult time. The last few "dates" he had were with single moms who complained about their ex-husbands or ex boyfriends. He thought one woman named Michaela would be a long-term situation, but she reconciled with her boyfriend and moved to Dallas.

After a Saturday soccer practice, Pilar came to him and asked if she could bake some cookies for a school party. It was nearing Halloween. He pulled out some easy to bake pre-made Tollhouse cookie dough from the freezer. All Pilar had to do was place the small chocolate chip cookie dough squares onto a baking sheet and use the stove timer to keep them from burning.

He kicked up his feet to watch the news and when the stove buzzer went off, he trotted into the kitchen to make sure Pilar didn't burn herself by taking them out of the oven with the oven mits. She only baked a dozen.

"Shouldn't you bake more for your class?" he asked.

"It's a potluck, so people are just bringing whatever to share."

After they cooled, she used a spatula to scoop them onto a decorative plate of pumpkins and fall leaves. He covered them with plastic wrap.

"Maybe you should put them in some Tupperware," he suggested.

"No, this is good."

He left her to handle her party business.

Terry didn't think anything about the cookies until three days later when Allegra showed up at his open garage door. His electric sander and earplugs prevented him from hearing her approach. He turned toward the street and almost jumped, not expecting someone to be standing near his truck watching him. Shutting off the sander, he pulled out the earplugs and stared at her with his goggles on.

"Sorry to startle you…Terry…right?"

He nodded.

"I came over to bring you back your cookie plate. That was such a thoughtful housewarming gift. I ate every single chocolate chip cookie. Perfectly gooey in the center the way I like! The note you wrote was really sweet, too. Thank you so much."

"I'm sorry?" he said in confusion.

Terry pushed up his goggles. Allegra handed him the plate that wasn't empty. On it were slices of banana bread. He looked at the baked goods, then back at her.

"To show my appreciation for the cookies…I just made it last night. I didn't put nuts in it because I don't know if anyone in your family is allergic to nuts."

"No, we aren't."

"I'll remember that."

Allegra's pretty eyelashes curled over naturally, and her lips had just enough red lipstick to give her plump lips a rosy tint. She was dream girl material, and the cut and style of her bob reminded him of something the old Black starlets wore in the sixties, but it looked contemporary too with a soft flip on the ends. Terry became lost in her face and she seemed equally lost in his, her gaze never leaving his eyes. That was one of the physical traits that women always said they loved about him. The green, lion-like eyes. She looked up at him and their size difference was quite obvious. She was petite-chic, the cut and color of her clothes making her seem taller far away. Allegra was shorter than his ex wife. He felt like a big giant standing next to her. She smelled so good. Her perfume hinted at jasmine in the summer.

"My daughter and I will enjoy this. Thanks for bringing it over with the plate," he said.

Allegra smiled and his chest caved in. Was it possible for her to be even more attractive with a smile on her face?

She glanced around his makeshift workshop.

"Woodworking? You do this for a living?" she asked.

He stepped aside to let her see the dining cabinet he built for another neighbor.

"Actually, it's a hobby of mine."

"Hobby? This is true craftsmanship."

He touched the side of the cabinet.

"I learned it from my dad and kept at it in highschool."

"If I paid you, could you make me a couple of custom bookshelves?"

"What type of wood?"

"Not too expensive."

"I can make some maple wood shelves and stain them to look expensive.'

"I like your way of thinking. When I get the time, I'll measure my walls and let you know what I need."

"Still settling in?"

"My god, I haven't unpacked all of my boxes. I'm still eating takeout because I dread unpacking everything in my kitchen. My new job keeps me busy and I'm usually too tired by the end of the day. I should be unpacking right now, but I have to leave for an event soon."

She sighed and pushed back a flipped curl on her forehead.

"I better let you get back to work. Again…thank you for the sweet welcoming gesture."

Allegra left him alone in the garage and he watched her walk back across the street to her place. She had a little sway in her hips as she walked in her well-fitted navy blue dress pants and structured white button-down shirt. The light pink cardigan sweater tied around her shoulders was such a classy touch, along with her chunky blocked-heeled pumps.

He looked down at his dust-laden ripped jeans and brown work apron. Not too shabby, but he almost wanted to spruce up. He took the plate into the kitchen and checked the time. Pilar would be there in half an hour. He wanted to know what she wrote in that note to Allegra.

Running a hot shower, he cleaned his body and stared at his reflection in the mirror afterward. Time for a fresh line-up. His facial hair looked a little ungroomed. He took time to shave and then changed into better jeans and a fitted long sleeve shirt. He waited at the front door, peeking out of the screen.

Allegra stepped into her Mercedes wearing a pastel coral cocktail dress with an upswept hairdo, looking like Diahann Carroll with a smidgen of Grace Kelly. She drove off to wherever she needed to go and he imagined how breathtaking she'd look, stepping into a crowded room with all eyes on her beauty.

Ka-kump. Ka-kump. Ka-kump.

Pilar glided onto the sidewalk near their house and headed for the garage.

"I'm right here," he said.

She looked at him through the screen. He opened it and stepped outside. Folding his arms over his wide chest, he gave his daughter a questioning look.

"Am I in trouble?" she asked.

Her friends Caleb, Trudy, and Aisha waved at her and kick-pushed their skateboards toward their houses while yelling hello to him.

"You baked those cookies for Miss Allegra. Not a school party."

Pilar gave him a sheepish grin.

"What did you write in the note?"

"I just said something like…welcome to the neighborhood. Enjoy these homemade cookies. Then I put your name on it."

"Just my name?"

"Yes."

"She brought the plate back and made us some banana bread."

"Ooh!" Pilar said, rubbing her hands together. "My plan is set in motion."

"What plan?"

"Dad…c'mon. Miss Allegra is the best-looking woman around here. I think you should ask her out on a date."

"I don't need my ten-year-old setting us up."

Pilar put a hand on her hip.

"Well, Auntie Brianna and Auntie Sloane said she's gorgeous and they think you should get to know her. She might be your perfect fit."

"How would they know? They've never seen her."

"I snuck a picture of her on my phone and sent it to them."

"Why the sudden interest in getting me to date?"

Pilar's gaze dropped to the ground.

"No reason. She's new and you don't go out as much anymore."

"That's because I have to take care of you. You're my priority. Dating can always come later."

He stepped aside and let her come in with her skateboard.

"It was a nice thing you did…giving her the cookies," he said.

Pilar grinned.

Terry was an adept father and took pride in keeping a meticulous home, and his child put together well when she exited the front door. Two weeks before Thanksgiving, Pilar started coming home from school with wildly disheveled hair. Even if he put protective styles in with twists or high buns with little curls framing her face with cute tendrils, his daughter returned looking like her head went through a blender.

She'd claim it was the weather. Bad rainfall, or the wind messing it up, but for ten school days, she rolled back home with her hair every which-way, rubber bands busted, barrettes missing, and knocker ball hair bobbles vanished into thin air. She'd roll through, and each time, their neighbor Allegra would be outside collecting her mail. Pilar would wave and say "Hi!" really loud and Allegra responded in kind before stepping back into her house.

He assumed she wanted her hair out, craving to wear hairstyles like her older girl cousins. Rather than make a big deal about it, he started putting a headband on her.

One Saturday afternoon, Pilar played outside on the curved part of the cul-de-sac with her friends, kicking a soccer ball into Caleb's two netted goal posts. A typical loud day of children freely running around screaming and playing in the street. Pilar rocked a bushy 'fro and had the loudest voice out of the bunch.

He kept an eye out for them while watching a football game by leaving his livingroom shades open. Snacking on some chips, he turned his head to check on the action outside.

He quickly ducked his head down low.

Allegra played outside with the children.

Terry hid behind the couch and secretly watched Allegra interact with the neighborhood kids doing soccer ball tricks with her knees and sneaker'd feet. She kicked the ball to Pilar and his daughter charged her, heading for a goal post. Allegra wasn't shy about her defensive moves and easily swiped the ball away from his daughter, kicking it with a curved arc into the opposite goal post. All the children squealed in delight and high-fived her. She stepped aside to let the children continue their boisterous match up.

Terry's back ached from being hunched over spying. Pilar spoke to Allegra for a long time, ignoring her friends, and her bouncy energy kept a smile on the woman's face. Allegra glanced toward his open window and Terry dropped to the floor, hiding his body.

He waited five minutes.

"Why are you on the floor, Daddy?"

Pilar stood above him with a quizzical expression. She'd come in the house through the garage door.

"Stretching my back out," he said.

"But you're on your stomach."

"Can I help you with something?" he said, standing up.

Outside, Allegra stood watching him through the window.

"I asked Miss Allegra how she kept her hair so pretty and she told me her hair care routine. I'm coming to get a pen and paper for her to write it down so you can take care of my hair."

"What? I know how to take care of your hair! I've been doing it since you were born."

Pilar grabbed a Bic pen and tore a piece off some junk mail envelope sitting on the coffee table.

"Daddy, please. Work with me here. I've been looking raggedy for two weeks to get her attention. She finally asked about my curls and I asked about her hair."

Pilar dashed out the front door before he could stop her. She handed Allegra the pen and paper. Terry became flustered. His daughter pretended to be unkempt to fool a grown woman into having sympathy for him.

Allegra scribbled on the paper outside and he felt exposed for something that wasn't true. Pilar ran back into the house through the front door and handed him the half envelope. Most of what Allegra listed, Terry already had in his bathroom for his daughter.

However…she wrote her phone number down, too.

"Boo-ya!" Pilar said, flinging her fingers open like an explosion going off.

"Come into the kitchen with me," he said.

Pilar followed him.

"Sit," he commanded.

He stuffed the half envelope in his back pocket.

"Pilar…babygirl…I know you mean well, but please…stop the antics."

"But Daddy—"

"I mean it."

His voice went down an octave, his baritone sounding harsh. Pilar ran from the kitchen table and stomped loudly up the stairs. He closed his eyes in frustration and waited fifteen minutes before going upstairs.

Pilar cried on her bed. Her loud bawling startled him.

"Munchkin…I'm not mad…I just…you don't have to do this."

"I do!" she wailed.

He sat in his usual spot and let her get her emotions out. She eventually calmed down to gaspy shudders and sad moans of pain. He brushed her hair back, and she threw her arms around his neck.

"I don't want you being alone. Mom married somebody and now she gets to be happy. I want you to be happy, too, Daddy."

"Munchkin, I am happy. I have you…grampy and grandma, your aunts, my friends—"

She shook her head against his neck.

"It's not the same as having someone for yourself. I'll grow up and go to college and you'll be here by yourself. Everyone in our family has someone. Grampy has Grandma, Auntie Brianna has Uncle Mitch…Auntie Sloane has Uncle Kenny. Even Auntie Monique has her boyfriend Gordon. I'm scared for you, Daddy. You're such a good, kind person and you deserve what Mommy has."

Pilar burst into more tears and his eyes grew blurry. He wiped them and pulled back from his daughter.

"It's not your responsibility to worry about me. My job is to worry about you, hear me?"

Pilar kept crying. Her nose ran, but she nodded at his words.

"When the time comes for me to find my special someone…it'll happen. Naturally. Understand?"

"Y-Y-Yessss," she blubbered.

He kissed her forehead and used his thumbs to wipe away warm tears.

"Can I tell you something that will make you happy?"

"O-O-Okayyyy," she choked out.

"Your Mom and 'that man' agreed to change their plans back to coming out for Christmas. And, I don't have to trade Thanksgiving."

"For real?"

"For real. In fact, Bryson urged your mother to reconsider, and he rescheduled the cruise for next year. He's not so bad, huh?"

Pilar sniffled, and her swollen red eyes pained him.

"I guess not."

"Let's make a deal, okay? You don't worry about hooking me up and just enjoy being a little girl with a happy father."

"Are you happy?"

"I am. I have you and a very full life. Promise. Go wash your face and get back outside with your friends."

"Okay, Daddy."

She jumped off the bed and ran to the hall bathroom. He went to her bedroom window and peeked out from the blinds. Allegra went back into her home. He pulled the scrap of envelope from his back pocket and stared at her phone number.

Saturday afternoons were usually Terry and Pilar's time to decompress and watch movies together. Sometimes there was a slumber party with her cousins at their house or one of his sister's. But on this particular Saturday, it was football fever on the flatscreen TV with his buddies while Pilar was at her grandparents' house.

Terry had plenty of pizzas and beer, and his sound system blasted the play-by-play of the game. He enjoyed the company of his buddies, all Black men with families, and very little free time except for the small moments of respite at Terry's place. The Steelers beat the Commanders and the guys talked shit, then they played his AuxGod Hip Hop Edition game. He rapped his ass off while playing Nas's "One Mic" on his smartphone and got his friends hyped to share R&B music. They all howled when someone messed up playing the wrong songs based on cards they pulled, thinking they had the perfect jam. Good clean fun.

The afternoon wound down into late evening and he cleaned up pizza boxes and empty beer cans. His friends bumped fists and gave each other dap as they left out the front door. Rain started falling, and he noticed Allegra pulling into her driveway. The late hour had him guessing she had a night out again. Her job didn't keep her from a busy social life. He often caught sight of her coming and going on the weekends. One time, another car brought her home and stayed overnight in her driveway.

He waved his friends away and pulled out his cell to call his father.

"Hey Junior," his father said.

"Hey, Pops. How's it going over there?"

"Good. The girls are playing and your mama is letting them stay up late to watch some Godzilla movie on Amazon Prime."

"I wanted to say goodnight to Pilar."

"No problem, hold on…Pilar! Your Dad is on the phone!"

Terry waited for his daughter, and soon enough, her voice rang in his ear.

"Hey, Dad."

"Being good?"

"Of course. What time are you picking me up tomorrow?"

"After you get back from church."

"Aw man. You can't get me early, so I don't have to go?"

"I had to suffer through it. It's your turn now."

"But they take forever. Even God goes to sleep by the time that preacher gets done."

"Hey, don't blaspheme, and don't you two keep Grampy and Grandma up too late, okay?"

"We won't. Night, Dad!"

Terry swiped his smartphone and noticed Allegra's car lights were still on. She hadn't left her driveway. He guessed she was talking on her cell phone.

His house smelled of cigars, pepperoni, and Budweiser. He finished cleaning up and sprayed the dining room with air freshener. Rolling his neck muscles, he climbed up to his bedroom. His blinds were open, and he checked the street again.

Allegra stood near her car in the rain looking up at the sky. She stuck her tongue out, tasting the droplets, and spun around in a circle with her arms outstretched. He smiled. She looked like a big kid having fun.

The rain drenched her hair, and she swiped it back, her tresses turning into slick ringlets. The playfulness she exuded cracked something open inside of him. Maybe Pilar was right. Maybe he did want someone to share his life with. He and Allegra barely exchanged enough words in passing for him to sense that she would be open to going out for a coffee or dinner. She never got back to him about the bookshelves, and he never called her phone number to ask about the hair care products she suggested for Pilar.

His confidence in asking women out had waned that year. Each time he thought he might want to spend time with a woman, schedules didn't match up, or he didn't feel that pull to pursue a relationship. The spark wasn't there. Part of him was afraid to put his heart back out there. His ex, Yolanda, had been a heartbreak he finally let go of two years ago. It frightened him into not wanting to be vulnerable with another woman again. Romantic love was for the brave, and Terry was not feeling brave anymore.

But Allegra?

After shaking her arms, she finally went inside her house, not caring that her snazzy outfit was soaked clear through to her skin. He looked at his dresser. The envelope with her number sat next to his hairbrush.

He texted her number.

Hi, Allegra. This is your neighbor, Terry. I was going to pick up some lumber at Home Depot tomorrow and wanted to know if you were still interested in getting bookshelves made? No rush to answer. I'm always going there every other week. If you changed your mind, that's cool, too.

He sent it off, and seconds later, she rang him up.

"Hello?"

He sounded breathless.

"Hi…Terry? It's Allegra…from across the street. Got your message."

"Oh, great. Sorry for texting so late. I was about to turn in and wanted to ask you before I forgot and left tomorrow."

He winced. His words came out in a rush of nervous energy.

"I do want the bookshelves made. I've been so busy I just never got around to measuring anything. Could you come by tomorrow before you leave and take a look at my floor space? You'd have a better idea of measurements than I would."

Terry stared at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes turned into saucers.

"I can do that. I've got to pick up my daughter from church tomorrow at one. I can drop by with my digital tape measure before then and then go to Home Depot."

"Can I go with you? I'd like to see the wood you're considering besides the maple you told me about."

"Uh…sure."

"What time should I expect you over here?"

"Let's say ten?"

"Great, see ya then."

"Goodnight."

He hung up, stunned.

She wanted to go with him to the Depot?

"So, what do you think? Two shelves here and then two more in my office room?"

Allegra watched him make final calculations on his phone. He surveyed her living room set-up one more time to ensure efficient use of her space. They'd spent a good twenty minutes upstairs in her stylish office and he made a quick sketch on his notepad of the shelving unit he could make for her in there. She would pay for the wood and any extra supplies he needed, and he insisted on doing the work for free.

The layout in her house was roomy and leaned toward a mid-century modern styled interior. She liked rich and luxurious wood furniture with mustard yellow and avocado-colored accents. Her home fit her personal style the way he imagined it would. It had a timeless quality. He told her a little about the family that lived there before she bought the place, and the conversation meandered into her own hobbies of painting and gardening. She showed him her patio space in the back and he offered to build her plant containers to grow her favorite flowers. Those were easy to put together and would be cheaper than her buying them pre-made online.

He learned that she had been a highschool soccer star, and that talent landed her a full-ride scholarship to Brown University where she almost landed a spot on the Olympic team. But a skiing accident ruined her shot. She still liked to watch the game and play occasionally.

Allegra worked from home mostly as an In-House attorney for a legal firm with document heavy cases, thus the need for bookshelves to hold all her law books. She did contract reviews, legal research, and dealt with a lot of intellectual property research for her clients.

Terry listened to her talk about herself, and her warm personality gave him the courage to open up about himself. Of course, he bragged about Pilar, and on their way to Home Depot, he pointed out places of interest to her.

"I always wanted to live in a small town," she said. "I grew up in New England, but my grandparents were from here, so I had annual trips for holidays and always liked it. Now that I can work remotely from home, I put stakes in the ground and live here full time. Getting away from the east coast has been a relief. This place makes me happy."

"We love it here. Excellent schools, nice people who look out for each other."

"It's just you and Pilar?"

"Yep. My ex remarried and moved to Europe."

"Co-parenting overseas must be rough."

"Yolanda…my ex…she recently moved there. It's going to be a change for sure. I'm used to Pilar flying a quick hop to Atlanta. Now, she'll have partial summers there and I don't know if I can handle her flying so far away where I can't get to her fast, y'know?"

"I had to do it when I was young. My parents divorced when I was twelve. I hopped from Boston to England to stay with my dad and his new wife on my school breaks. My mother was a nervous wreck at first, but you adjust."

"I hope so. I try to be stoic for Pilar, but I know I'll be in shambles when she flies out there next year."

Allegra laughed and the sound of her voice so close comforted him.

"I'll help talk you down when those nerves kick up," she said.

They walked up and down aisles at the Home Depot, and since he was a regular, the workers there were quick to help him because he didn't waste time. Terry explained the different type of wood options and they compared prices. He did his best to keep costs down for her, and she went along with whatever he thought was best. She'd seen his work output and trusted his skills.

He loaded up the truck bed, and they swooped over to his grandparents' church to pick up Pilar. His daughter's eyes widened when she noticed Allegra sitting in the truck. She ran past Terry and chatted with Allegra. He soon introduced his parents to her, and they invited her to attend a church service in the future.

Pilar hopped in the seat behind Allegra, and he drove them back to their home.

"I'll unload this and start working on your shelving units tomorrow," he said.

"Great."

Pilar watched them interact. She wore the goofiest grin on her face.

Allegra took off across the street and he watched her leave along with Pilar. When she was outside of earshot, Pilar grabbed his arm.

"You hung out with her?" she enthused.

"We talked about her bookshelves."

"So you went inside her house and spent time with her, right?"

"I did."

"Isn't she cool? She plays soccer, and she likes monster movies…"

Pilar stopped gushing about Allegra.

"I forgot. You told me not to interfere."

"I might've been wrong about that," he said.

Pilar's face lit up.

"Oh, yeah?"

"I like her. She's really nice and smart."

"My work here is done," Pilar said.

She skipped into the house, and he unloaded the truck.

Making bookshelves and planter boxes was the beginning.

Next came inviting Allegra over for football game gatherings with his family.

He introduced her to his oldest sister who gave birth to a baby boy, her first, and he watched Allegra nervously hold the newborn with trepidation in her eyes.

"You got it…just hold his head like this and keep him close to you…yeah, see, you got it," he said.

Terry's new nephew was a little chocolate drop.

"He's so tiny and adorable," Allegra said.

All of his sisters liked her, and his mother took the grand gesture of inviting her to join them on their family Christmas trip. Allegra looked genuinely receptive to the idea, but she already had plans to fly out to Boston to spend the winter holiday with her family. Terry felt bummed about it and realized that he was catching feelings for her.

He kept their budding friendship platonic, but by the following spring, it was clear to everyone around them that something was blooming past friendship. They hadn't been physical with each other yet, not even kissing. He liked the slow, easy pace. It gave him time to know her before jumping into anything serious, especially since he had Pilar to think of.

His daughter was crazy about Allegra.

He was too.

As time ticked on and it grew closer to the time that Pilar would have to fly overseas, his anxiety spiked. He was not planning on attending the celebration. His former sister-in-law, Zarah, was going to fly the long distance with Pilar to Rome.

The day his daughter was to leave, he paced in his living room, going over Pilar's packing list several times. Allegra hung out with him, reassuring him that all would be well. Zarah was on her way in a Lyft to pick up Pilar. They all thought it best that he say his goodbyes from home and not go to the airport.

"Go to the restroom one more time before you leave," he told his daughter.

Pilar ran upstairs to her bathroom.

"I'm going to put the roast in the oven for our dinner tonight," Allegra said. "Be right back."

He walked her outside of his home. When Allegra reached the sidewalk, she turned around to face him. For the first time, she slid her arms around his waist and looked up at him.

"You're a great Dad, Terry. Pilar is so lucky to have you…and so am I."

Terry locked eyes with her, and any fears he had about taking a chance on finding love melted away.

"May I kiss you?" he asked.

Her eyes twinkled like she'd been waiting her whole life to hear him say those four words.

"Yes, you may, Mr. Richmond."

He placed his forehead against hers first and savored the moment before the moment. Yes, he deserved someone for himself. His wily daughter had been so correct in her assessment of him. Forever grateful for Pilar's push to get him out into the world with the special woman in his arms, Terry lowered his head and kissed Allegra.

His full, lush lips were nothing compared to the soft place of comfort he found pressed against her mouth. Her lips coaxed a passion out of him he hadn't felt in years. He kept the kiss a little below chaste…she gave him a little teasing of her tongue to entice him for more later, when they would be alone. His grin broke their physical contact and the butterflies in his stomach told him she was the one to take a chance with.

He pushed a fluffy bang away from her left eye and Allegra glanced up toward his second floor. Terry followed her gaze, and they both glimpsed Pilar looking down at them from her bedroom window. She fist-pumped her right hand, and the expression she gave them was pure joy.

Her little plan worked.

Author's Note:

I wanted to write something fast and fluffy to put out the day after the horror of that anti-Black orange menace being put back in office by racist white people and their non-Black PoC racist minions. Black women need soft, joyful things to get us through. We all we got. Remember that.

#Terry Richmond #Rebel Ridge #Aaron Pierre #terry richmond fanfiction #rebel ridge fanfiction #terry richmond x black reader #terry richmond x oc #terry richmond fluff #Uzumaki Rebellion #Girl Dad Terry Richmond

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syndrossi · 7 months ago

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Call for Winter prompts!

It's Dec 2, so let's get the prompt-a-thon rolling! Feel free to re-prompt anything from the Halloween set of prompts that you really wanted to see but that I didn't end up writing, or something entirely new! Winter-themed is encouraged but by no means required, and the only limit to how many prompts you can chuck at me is your imagination.

At some unspecified cadence, I'll pick a prompt that tickles my fancy, write a little ficlet for it (I thought they'd be 300ish words apiece last time, but they pretty much were all in the 800-3K range 😂), and post it here on Tumblr.

Any and all stories/AUs (or AUs of AUs) are fair game, with the caveat that I probably won't fill anything that is likely to come up in Resonant itself in the next 100K-ish words. But for Resonant, things like alternate POVs/what-ifs/side-stories/etc are all fair game. Maybe this will be the prompt-a-thon where I finally write Rhaegar POV???

Running list of prompts thus far, organized by story source, below.

Total: 120

Any/Other AUs (20):

King Daemon in any capacity

AU where Daemon shows up just in time to save Rhaegar at the Battle of the Trident

A scene from Aemon and Baelon's childhood or them getting to meet Resonant Daemon’s sons in a dream

Daemon & Rhea bickering [Reverbrate, Remorse]

AU where Rhaegar got summerhalled at 19 and Jon at 14

Daemon dealing with Aerys

Canon Rhaegar's POV of Daemon's "ghost." Either during his last battle or in front of Aegon's cradle where Rhaegar first mistakes him for Aerys too

Hot springs at Runestone's winter keep [Regnal, Reverberate]

The AU where Corlys discovers chocolate and brings it to Westeros and hot cocoa becomes a Thing.

AU where Ser Willam realizes the toddlers he's escorting to the Gates of the Moon are not, in fact, Redforts. The scene where he realizes it or the scene where he informs/finds Daemon.

A scene from the heartbreaking AU where Jon and Rhaegar wake up in Volantis with chained dragons and a kidnapped, traumatized baby brother.

AU in which Jon and Rhaegar are reborn older than eight and end up claiming Vermithor and Silverwing! (Or get claimed by Vermithor and Silverwing, who knows.)

AU in which Jon and Rhaegar are reborn at four or five and Daemon gets to find them sooner and enjoy having younger children like he dreams of. (Or even younger, wherein he finds them and they are both brunette, only for Rhaegar's hair dye to start washing out after a while.)

AU where Rhea dies early on and Daemon meets/recognizes his kids when he and the Redfort siblings go to Runestone to see about inheritance things.

Something involving Royce runic magic

Jon is a girl, Rhaegar is a boy. Otto POV of when they're 11-12 and discussions are happening of their potential betrothals. Maybe a reaction to Jon's reaction to the suggestion that she wed Rhaegar.

AU where Resonant Daemon & Jon & Rhaegar & their dragons appear in the OG/book timeline after the Dance of the Dragons. The twins could help little Viserys in Volantis while Daemon appears in King’s Landing to comfort and assist Aegon III.

Regnal or Restoration or Aemon’s Sons AU: Jon being cranky that he has to be king someday. Bonus points for Rhaegar being smug that he DOESN’T have to be king. Bonus BONUS points for Jon ensuring Rhaegar knows he's just as screwed as Jon's future Hand and has nothing to be smug about.

POV of Rhaegar finding out Jon is his son in any AU

The twins' first teething & baby bath times

Resonant (40):

Rhaegar POV of waking up in the Gates of the Moon in ch1

Rhaegar POV after ch5 when he learns that Jon's an actual hero

Rhaegar POV when Jon gave him the bracelet in ch7

Rhaegar POV after meeting Daemon in ch13

Rhaegar POV the following night after meeting Daemon in ch14

Rhaegar POV in ch31

Rhaegar POV in ch32

Ser Willam's POV/thoughts on anything at all

Daemon overhearing the twins talking about their other life

Watercooler discussion of Daemon's prodigy children

Yule/winter traditions, both southern and northern. Jon being exposed to the weird shit they do in the south, and introducing Daemon and Rhaegar to the plethora of traditions/skills cultivated in the north, even though he's definitely not from there, nope!

Rhaegar goes Christmas caroling. Alternatively, he finds a baby Daeron and/or Helaena and/or other children and sings 'The Song of the Seven' as a nursery rhyme. Alicent hears him and is overwhelmed by this beautiful pious boy sent by the Gods, in need of her motherly love.

Rhaenyra finds out Daemon named Rhaegar after her, awwwwww. (Daemon panics and asks Rhaegar to lie for him.)

Jon and Rhaegar having to fend off one of their father's braver stalkers. Alternatively, that comedic gold bit where an artist in the Red Keep is drawing romance novel covers of Daemon posing dramatically as he rips open his shirt atop a dragon... ravishing young ladies who giggle and clutch their expensive art to their chests.

Future(ish) conversation where Daemon has to explain the 🐦🐦🐦 and the 🐝🐝🐝 to his children, and possibly to Viserys' children for extra lolz.

Older!Jon getting cornered by a little lady who'd love to be the future Lady of Runestone, and Rhaegar being aghast at his amazing, brave, older, heroic, SAVED THE WORLD, brother's ineptitude when it comes to girls. (Extra bonus: Daemon is both amused and also aghast himself, this is clearly a dangerous situation.)

Jon walking into a wall the first time he sees Laena because she's just so pretty.

Adorable fluff in which Helaena has a crush on one of (or both of) the twins. Alternatively: betrothal discussions/thoughts by the adults!

AU where Daemon marries Laena and promptly has another set of twins for Jon and Rhaegar to coo over.

AU where Arthur Dayne's loyalty to Rhaegar is so intense he figures out a way to summerhall himself after the kid. Potentially shows up just in time to join the applicants for the Princesguard! Potentially annoys the shit out of Criston Cole!

AU where Jon is still Jon but Rhaegar is Rhaella, and they get to have a fun misunderstanding about marital expectations, i.e., Rhaella fully expects to marry Jon, Jon chokes on his drink at this information.

Jeyne's POV when she first learns WTF Rhea has apparently been up to and the shitstorm coming her way in the form of a pissed off royal family.

Jon, unable to resist his inner child, sneaks a puppy into Daemon's chambers. He and Rhaegar do their very best to keep the little guy hidden, and Daemon is SUSPICIOUS of their suspicious behavior.

Rhaegar and/or Jon (or both!) having a nightmare (or pretending to) and then pretending (for whatever reason) to need dad!hugs immediately, thus running to him in the middle of the night as teary-eyed, scared eight-year-olds. (Bonus points if they alarm whoever is on guard duty at the time.)

Arryk and/or Erryk getting to have a heroic moment wherein they save Jon and/or Rhaegar from a bad guy!

A highly-stressed Rhaegar has a hair-related disaster and starts crying (may or may not actually be related to the hair disaster) and Jon panics because his brother is crying and he is ALSO highly-stressed and starts crying (being eight and having no control over your emotions is rough), and their on-duty guard panics and sends for Daemon because THE PRINCES ARE CRYING.

That scene where Jon and Rhaegar are talking about Dany and Daemon assumes the worst and gets to be traumatized by his own imagination.

JON GETTING A CANDLE VISION. Of Lyanna dying because of him? Or of Rhaegar, only *his* universe's Rhaegar, the one who actually fathered him, telling him he's a disappointment? Of Catelyn, berating him? Of Ned, telling the other Stark children he loves them the most? Trauma! Trauma for you! Trama for them! Trauma for everyone!

"Somebody" "accidentally" sets the curtains in Daemon's rooms on fire.

Future!Jon and future!Rhaegar's first time flying on Shadow and Qelebrys.

Another scene where Jon and Rhaegar get to play with Jace and Luke. Maybe with the wooden ships Daemon got Jon? Maybe Jace/Luke/Joffrey get to come over for dinner after being stuck with their nurse for so long?

Outsider!POV of the royal court discovering the existence of the twins and the breathtaking Royce-Redfort treason.

POV of Rhaenyra and what she might be up to and/or POV of Rhaenys and what SHE'S currently up to.

Scene where Aegon sneaks out to go claim a dragon, Jon (and Rhaegar?) sees him and follows because, uh, kids should always follow other kids into danger rather than go tell an adult. It's the first rule of all kid!adventure movies.

Daemon finding out Rhaegar can play the harp REALLY FUCKING WELL.

Daemon and/or Rhaegar gifting Jon a white puppy.

Part two of the Ghost+snowstorm ficlet!

Alicent witnessing Jon being sweet to Helaena (maybe after Aegon and/or Aemond were being not-so-sweet to her for contrast) and making up her mind that Jon is just as good a boy as Rhaegar.

The twins starting a snowball fight with the other kids. Jon has an unfair advantage that only Rhaegar knows about.

Daemon’s reaction/thoughts of finding out they dyed Rhaegar’s hair when he was a baby.

Regnal AU (9):

Twins demonstrating fireproofness and Daemon being made heir

Jaehaerys meeting the twins and/or hatchlings

Vermithor & Silverwing meeting twins and/or hatchlings

Rhea confronts Jaehaerys and realizes that her husband is still very sweet and accommodating

Alysanne's encounter with the twins

Regnal!AU scene wherein someone stupid tries to kidnap the twins when they are still babies! (Potential heroic saviors: Daemon, Baelon, Rhea, Willam. I love them all but I'm partial to Rhea being kickass and murdering some monster who tried kidnapping her child, tbh.)

Alysanne sticks her foot in her mouth when meeting the babies by saying something like, "Pity the older one was born with his mother's hair," in front of Daemon and/or Baelon and/or Rhea.

The twins being presented to Jaehaerys at court or a scene after that where they're interacting with him on a more grandfatherly sort of level.

Saera trying to seduce Baelon when she visits Runestone on her "diplomatic" mission.

Reverberate AU (7):

The rest of the family meeting the twins when they're finally brought to KL

The twins get sick and Daemon is panicking

The twins and Damon get Rhea into a snowball fight and then they all warm up under a blanket together

The twins' POV after turning one

Rhea's POV/realization that her husband isn't the monster Otto described him to be and her surprise at how involved a father Daemon is.

After a few years, Rhea falls pregnant. She's excited to finally carry her own child after being resigned to never having kids of her body, but also super worried about being an older mom and that the maester will know this is her first pregnancy. Bonus points if they're twins as well!

A mountain of treasure arrives in Runestone. Rhea is shocked, and Daemon just shrugs, all "ah, it's my share from defeating the pirates and + Corlys' thanks."

Restoration AU (19):

Snowball fight

One of the Starklings stumbles across the twins' dragons

Daemon and his pokemon collection of Targaryen children/teens make war upon Robert Baratheon

Twins playing hide and seak with their new siblings in Winterfell

Maester Aemon meeting the twins and/or hatchlings

Rhaegar's POV on the events of the last chapter

POV Daemon I or POV Catelyn I

[Crack] What if Aemon+Baelon+Jaehaerys make a sudden appearance as well and see this shitty state of a future and also meet Daemon's sons and now son-grandson

Pre!time travel Restoration AU when they're in Winterfell with Cregan's family. Jon being wistful about Winterfell? Qelebrys and Shadow playing in the snow? Rhaegar falling head-over-heels with Cregan at first sight, as one does? Daemon becoming very alarmed when the Starks try to serve rhubarb pie at dinner? Boiling hot springs and weird-ass Targaryens who dive right in anyway? Cregan "introducing" snow-related winter games and Northern traditions to Jon who has to try very hard to pretend this is all brand new information for him?

Any time in Restoration AU or Winterfell where they get to watch the Northern lights.

First night after arriving, somehow all the Stark kids end up (minus maybe Rickon) sneaking in to meet their new brothers, including Sansa (she doesn't know how it happened either, but it's clearly Arya's fault).

Rhaegar beating Jon up with a sword on the training grounds (when all Ser Rodrick asked for was a demonstration to evaluate their skill level, sob) because his brother is a no good secret-keeping LYING LIAR FACE who is also apparently his SON and a LIAR and ARGH.

Tyrells scheming to make Margaery the future queen!

Velaryons being SO HAPPY to join up with Targaryens again, sob, they don't even need the dragon as incentive.

Daemon meeting Oberyn

Viserys' hubris getting him charbroiled and eaten by a dragon

Daemon kidnapping Maester Aemon from the Wall (his pokemon tendencies aren't restricted to children)

Anything with Old Nan. Ex: her giving vague, sage advice to Ned because she somehow knows that none of the boys are his bastards.

Daemon hearing about how Catelyn treated Jon in Winterfell and seething about it. Halfway on Caraxes to burn the Riverlands until the boys calm him down.

Reversal AU (3):

Rhaenyra braiding the girls' hair (finally girls in this realm of boys!)

Some funny scene with teenage Aegon/Aemond/fJon/fRhaegar and teenage hormones

Daemon's POV of finding out he has hidden twin daughters and/or his POV of when he rescues them/soon after he rescues them.

Rescue AU (1):

Just update it, Syn!

Veteran!Jon AU (7):

Vet!Jon wakes up in Volantis and books it for Westeros

Vet!Jon reads Viserys the riot act

Twins POV of Vet!Jon swooping in to save them

Stepstone soldier's POV of Vet!Jon swooping in with his baby brothers

Veteran!Jon AU Wedding: Jon & Laena get married

Veteran!Jon shows up in the Stepstone but his birth wasn't a secret and he was taken when he was a few months old. Daemon POV of his previously-thought-dead son appearing with his secret twins.

Vet!Jon utterly destroys Cole in a spar. Possibly snowballs are involved.

Twins-as-Aemon's-sons AU (9): (the twins are Aemon and Jocelyn's sons, and roughly the same age as Daemon)

Jocelyn being surprise!pregnant, Jocelyn and Alyssa being pregnant at the same time, Aemon and Baelon commiserating over Jocelyn and Alyssa being pregnant at the same time...

Corlys trying to impress his hopefully-future-wife's little brothers

Jon being proclaimed heir

Jon/Rhaegar/Daemon all playing together as little kids

Jon and Daemon dragging their brothers out to practice swords when all they want to do is sit around and read boring old books, ugh

A young Aemma arriving at the keep as a potential bride for Jon

The more depressing version where Jon and Rhaegar are born extra late and Jon becomes King at a very young age

Corlys having to win Rhaenys's hand from a reluctant Jaehaerys by discovering chocolate/cocoa

Variation where Resonant!Daemon wakes up when the twins are born, which is instead just before Aemon is due to die at Tarth. Him being the best older cousin, protecting them, warning (unheeded) that Volantis might be after them...

Dany (5):

Dany is born as their little sister in Regnal or Reverberate, reaction to another prophecy baby

Dany is a triplet with the twins in Resonant

Dany wakes up as Nettles

Restoration Daemon saving Dany from being sold

Restoration Daemon arrives a bit later and meets Dany in Essos and helps her with her unruly dragons, maybe some singing is involved!

#resonant winter prompts

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mazikeenhyde · 10 months ago

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Oh Baby, Pain is Pleasure - Part 3

POLY JUDGMENT DAY X READER (WRESTLER)

Y/W/N – Your Wrestling Name

Y/W/N/F – Your Wrestling Name Finisher

WARNING – THESE WARNINGS COVER ALL PARTS OF THIS FICTION- THEY MAY NOT BE SPECIFIC TO THIS PARTICULAR PART!-

SMUT, GIRL X GIRL, MAN X MAN, POLY RELATIONSHIPS/SEXUAL, BDSM, BLOOD, SPANKING, VIOLENT REFRENCES, INJURY, ABUSE (CONSENTUAL) CHEATING, STALKERS/ STALKING

I’m going to apologize to you all now, and prewarn you in advance, this is an absolute rollercoaster of a storyline! Shits about to get REAL messy!

TAG LIST - @babybatlover

Oh Baby…Pain is Pleasure – Part 3

Late afternoon had seen the sun burn the remainder of the clouds from the sky, leaving a beautiful blue horizon view from across the backyard. Flocks of birds gathered as they headed over the break line, waving in and out of the smoke coming from our BBQ pit.

I sat, gently rocking my feet back and forth on the chair egg swing we had attached to one of the older grand oak trees in our yard. It was all I had wanted when we moved in, somewhere calm and content where I could just exist. Enjoy my time, enjoy my life, and admire the world around me. Ponder life’s big questions…

‘LOCKER WITNESSES’

I re read that message repeatedly in my mind, who was it from? witnessed what?

I had deleted the other text from my phone, I wasn’t going down that road.

The sounds of two men’s deep voices bought me back, looking over to my lovers I could see Finn & Damien adorned in their matching ‘TOP CHEF’ aprons and cooking utensils with a beer in hand, either chatting away or debating about how best to cook the chicken.

Whilst further down on the sun loungers, Rhea had stripped down to one of her thin black bikinis with the metal skull clip fastenings, she was catching the last of the sunrays to her already perfect Sunkissed skin. Christ, how did I get so lucky as to be a part of this incredible love…. Pentagon? It’s a five-way love triangle, let’s leave it at that.

When we had been initially searching for a house to buy, one to really call home that is; we had all had something in mind we desperately wanted as a feature. We knew it needed to be a big house, one with a master bedroom where we could assemble out two King size beds that had been custom made to attach in the middle, I cannot begin to tell you how comfortable and comforting it is being held close and safe by the four people you love more than anything in the world.

The guilt though…

Still, obviously Rhea & Finn were dead set on having a large garage/ open internal space to set up the home gym. Of course, whilst on the road we still used a lot of public gyms and one-off hotel workout rooms here and there, but when we are at home, in each other’s company, away from the world, the fans, all that attention. It is so lovely knowing we don’t have to leave our little safe haven.

Damian had specifically made it clear he wanted a huge kitchen, open planned that backed into a dinning area. When we moved in, he had taken the time to build up a barista style coffee corner and a breakfast station on the central island. Then with Finn’s help, they worked on a D.I.Y project together to design and create a full bar set up next to the table and chairs where we ate. They had eventually given in and allowed Dom to help with the painting of the bar, because he wanted to be a ‘DIY Man’ too.

The boys always referred to it as the lad’s corner, a custom-built wooden bar that was painted a deep tranquil green and black with illuminated LED letters on the wall; ‘ALL RISE, ALL DRINK’. That however did not stop Rhea and I from emptying some of those back bar bottles on one of many messy nights! For some reason, whenever Rhea breaks out the Tequila, we always end up playing strip twister… Odd.

Dominick, of course… wanted a gaming room. Not just any gaming room mind you, a ‘Mens” gaming room.

*Sigh*

Problem is he is just so adorable at times, and we all give in, he had been granted his request of course! Although Priest put his foot down when Dom had asked for an indoor arcade style basketball hoop game, he was allowed a hoop outside but that was it. We had all seen enough broken windows during the season when Finn had tried to teach Damien and Dominick how to play golf.

It still makes me laugh when the boys talk about how they would feel guilty that they were off spending time together, while Rhea and I would miss out? Ha. Little did they know when they buggered off to do ‘man’s stuff’ we girls would high tail it upstairs to the family bathroom and strip off into the bathtub for some… girl’s time. *Wink Wink*

I remember one morning; Rhea and I were standing in the arched doorway at the crack of dawn waving the boys off as they set out on an early start to play a full days Golf. Leaning into her chest I rubbed the sleepiness from my eyes as she bent her head down and nuzzled her lips into the crook of my neck.

“I tell you now Y/N, I would rather run the risk of drowning when we get in that bathtub, and I bury my face deep in your pussy… then stand in a damp field hitting a stick at a ball.” Her teeth nipped at the skin of my ear lobe and my entire body melted at her touch.

Christ the things that woman does to me.

A loud crash had bought me back to reality, Dom had been trying to carry a tray of drinks out to the garden for us all but had tripped over some excess weigh plates we had left outside, sending the poor lad flying arse over tit.

“Shit! God damn it, ow fuck!” Dom pulled himself up to his knees, swiping the drinks tray away in frustration before noticing blood trickling down his arm from the glasses that he had smashed across the decking. He was quick to freeze, unable to process what to do next or how to stand up safely.

Rhea was quick to make her way over to him from the sun lounger, followed by Damian who handed Finn his spatula and beer before rushing over to help the poor lad.

I know, I know I should have been focused on the fact that the boy I loved so much needed some help, some TLC, compassion, and support…

But I am only human.

And Rhea Bloody Ripley….

Running….

In a mini black laced bikini…

Slightly wet from the heat of the sun touching her skin, God how she glistened. How she got my motor running and…

Finn had noticed my distraction and whistled loudly, gathering my attention.

“Aye! Lass, enough of that! Go... Take a lap!” He gestured, pointing to the end of the field in our garden. The yard stretched about 1/4 of a mile down and was cut off by the woodland. One of my favorite things about this house was the nature that came with it. It all felt so…natural and back down to earth compared to the chaos and mayhem at WWE.

Pointing his BBQ tongs and Damian’s spatula at me, Finn raised his eyebrow.

“No distractions, ya hear!”

I tried not to laugh at his remark, turning my face away to hide my snicker and rolling my eyes. I was still wearing my gym gear from before; except I had nabbed one of Dominick’s merch shirts on the way to the garden from the drying rack, I was self-conscious about my stomach, and I liked to hide my body where I could.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?!” Finn sternly questioned me as he put the utensils down.

At this point Rhea was taking Dom inside through the double doors, whilst Damian stood back up and turned in my direction.

Fuck… they are hot when they get all dominant.

“Mi Vida, did you roll your eyes?” Damian’s words were colder, flat, and prominent. I could tell he was almost looking for a reason to get me upstairs into the bedroom. Christ I was half tempted to give him a solid reason.

Put me across your lap Papa Priest, let me feel the strength between your thighs and lay it into me Goddamn it!

The devil on my shoulder sang its heart out at the idea, but I remembered earlier when Finn has spun the actions back against me. Leaving me alone and sexually frustrated I thought better of the situation.

“Me? I would never…” I said quite obnoxious/sarcastically and smiled that cheeky brat look at them before hopping up off the tree swing. I could see Damian trying not to break or give in… but a slight smirk crept into the corner of his lips.

“I’m going to take a lap!” I stated and grinned before making a run for it, heading down and out of sight from the lads. I had a much better plan in mind to deal with my frustrations when I got in the shower later anyway.

I was out of breath by the time I got back towards our street, less than a ¼ mile to go! I had decided to go for a proper run to clear my mind. A good few miles should do the trick, that’s what Rhea always said! With my headphones in and a decent playlist on, nothing was going to stop me!

One foot after another I pressed on, sweat dripping down my neck I desperately tried to Shake off all that nervous energy I had built up now that WrestleMania was less than 2 weeks away. I had been on edge at times, and it showed when I trained in the ring with Rhea and Dom. Running back-to-back moves, counters, pins, and submissions, it was like every time I thought I had learnt it someone would come along and wipe my slate clean, and I knew nothing again.

Maybe I wasn’t ready to be a champion?

Maybe I was out of my depth?

Rhea should be in this match not me.

Me? Y/W/N? Was I really cut out to be a champion?

I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket as I continued running. I tried looking at my smart watch as I ran, though it was tricky to focus on a smaller screen.

I could see a couple messages from Finn stating the food was ready, one from Damian also telling me the food was ready, one from Dom telling me he was going to eat my hot dog if I didn’t hurry up and one from Rhea telling me she wasn’t going to let Dom touch my food.

Honestly this lot, I love them so much.

Turning into our street I could see our house gate entrance just up the hill, with a little spring in my step I pushed on feeling like I was picking up speed. I felt energized, I felt incredible, maybe I could do this after all!

With the gate just in reach and the sweet smokey smell of the BBQ lingering in the air I put my head down to push those least few feet…

But within a split second I felt something behind me.

The music cut out as my headphones were launched to the floor and my arms locked in tight by a strength I hadn’t ever had to match. Kicking my legs out I felt them rise off the floor and before I could even fathom the mental capacity to make a sound the feeling of sticky back plastic tape suckered its way in across my lips. My eyes pooled up as the bag went over my head and my vision became darkness. A hard and cold metal floor was met with my body weight as I was hurled inside, my heart beating out of my chest the fear became all too real as I felt the ground under move away at speed.

A hot breath came down my neck, raising every last hair on my skin to react. The voice was muffled, as if speaking through a mask.

“You did this Y/N…”

“You did this… and now you cannot handle the monster you created.”

The silence in between each word was deafening, but it was the next voice that bought the fear of God into my soul.

“ Told you I’d find you...miss me?”

TO BE CONTINUED

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squeakadeeks · 18 days ago

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Gigantic OC roadmap for my OCverses and characters

i have apromixatemy one million billion different characters and stories, but i have a few core OCverses that show up repeatedly so if youre wondering whos that dude and where he came from, this is the roadmap for that.

Delta:

Delta is about dreams and nightmares. The main conflict is about the dreaming kingdom trying to protect people from the waking world by trapping them in neverending, perfect dreams. Rem, Rhea, and Puck under the nightmare lord Raken, work to counteract the dreaming kingdom by waking people with nightmares. Its meant to challenge the idea of what we label as "good person" vs "bad person", and if you have someone who is a "bad person"....what do you actually....do with them? do you just shun them forever? stick them in a hole and forget about it? What happens if they feel remorse but cant change? Do you then ignore their bad parts and move on? What actually is 'unforgivable' and how would you actually forgive them?

The main characters are Rem, Rhea, Puck and Raken and I SWEAR one day I will draw the dream denizens too.

Alliacea:

Alliacea is about a magic island resort that slowly assimilates people into the environment based on their mental state. The main characters are trying to remain individuals and get off the island before it falls apart and sinks into the sea. I use this story to work out ideas about having to 'keep calm and carry on' in times of crisis and how to process social rejection/parts of yourself that are seen as unpalatable. (so sort of what we label as acceptable coping mechanisms vs ones we see as uncouth. for an example if I say, "I had lots of very bad things happen to me. as a result I have anxiety and prefer to keep my social circle small." are those problems I need to "fix" or is that just the way i am?).

The main characters are Pacific, Bohai, Lamerei, Mansoa, and Mrysin.

Transient:

Transient is intended to be an episodic comedy centered around ideas in math and physics. Although the comedy/education aspect takes the forefront, in the background the characters also wrestle with struggles like aging with severe depression. i approach it like a mash between space dandy + cyberchase + steven universe future. NGL its basically just a massive self insert about how i went to grad school and became a workaholic to deal with my depression and that worked when I was 23, less so when im now pushing 30 and have to figure out how to manage my depression all over again. The characters are Alpha, Cassiopea, Sulu, Function, and Splish the fish. Wilderwest:

Wilderwest is new, but it follows three different sets of characters exploring themes of Revenge, Redemption and Restoration. The first set is Alto and Cirrus as they go on a quest to find the vulture mother and restore stable weather to the land, then theres Furnace and Lignite as they race to stop their curse, and Sonnora and Sierra on a revenge vendetta to kill magical gwyneth paltrow. For Sonnora and Sierra its meant to dig into the concept of having to do a hard, bad thing thats against your nature for the greater good. Then for Furnace and Lignite its about guilt, shame and learning to live with yourself if youve done something horrible. For Alto and Cirrus its about the parts of yourself you need to change and adapt vs parts of yourself you want to hold onto and protect and when its worth sacrificing one for the other.

Weedwhacker man:

Theres not much "story" to this other than that this is what I call my bootleg chainsaw man OCs. its the same general rules as the CSM universe, but is not remotely canon compliant for both the timeline and tone. I take the system of devils, fiends, and public safety, but thats it. The characters are the Maw devil, The Microwave fiend, and their unfortunate human supervisor, Maeve. Stitch in the ditch:

Stitch in the Ditch takes place in a patchwork quilt world that’s falling apart. The realm is comprised of micro-biomes confined within their respective quilt patches. Within the fabric world there are people known as stitch witches who can see, manipulate, and craft with the fundamental threads that compose the quilt world to cast fiber-based magic, which they use to try to maintain the threads of their world. The whole story revolves around things degrading and falling apart, its about grief, chronic illness, responsibility and love/comfort. The characters are Pupet, Singer and Altan, then Husqvarna, Stitch, and Seam, and finally Brother/Rulon and the oose monsters.

#my art #this is long as hell but i also have a billion of these even leaving out some important ones so i might add to it later

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specialinterestshows · 11 months ago

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minor spoiler if u havent see raw 7/22

yeah sorry i went insane for a few. Yea oh lord yea im re reading. Idk if youve seen raw yet but if so the clip of rhea licking doms face😭❤️🫡

it wont lemme insert the vid i have i can dm it to you so likeeeee

Like gn!afab!reader and dom yella at liv and then rhea does that little lick thing and she then takes reader and dom back stage and fucks them? And like raging mommy kink (idk if you could tell but i LOVE mommy/daddy kinks /sarc) and but like POSSESIVE SEX like they get handsy back stage a damian is like “take it easy” the they fuck at the hotel.

holy fuck i love this woman lmao

You got it!

The following is a gender-neutral!AFAB!reader x Rhea Ripley x Dominik Mysterio oneshot, based on the incident in the aforementioned episode of Raw (which I have been mentally calling “the face-lick that launched a thousand fics.”)

Warnings: Exhibitionism, mommy kink (for reader; Dom still calls her Mami), possessive dirty talk, choking, face-licking, voyeurism, groping, orgasm control, biting, blindfolding, body writing, possessive sex, begging, edging

Squared Circle Triad

“Wepa!”

Damian quickly averted his eyes, having walked into the Judgment Day locker room to see Rhea with you and Dom. She had half-stripped the two of you already, black lipstick prints covering you both. She ran her nails across you for a moment longer before turning around.

“Just reminding both of them who they belong to,” Rhea smirked, “Mami’s been gone so long, hasn’t she, loves?”

She was right. Three months without Rhea had left you and Dom scrambling trying to get the title belt away from Liv and avoiding her increasingly uncomfortable advances toward you both. It had all come to a head tonight, when Dom started yelling at Liv.

You were surprised at first, never having seen him have an outburst quite like that before. But the more he spoke, the more you agreed and, eventually, both of you were yelling across the stadium for Liv to stop trying to interfere with your relationship. She ran away crying - but the moment she did, Rhea grabbed both you and Dom by the throat in that passionate, possessive way you both missed.

You watched his goofy grin as Rhea slowly licked the side of Dom’s face and kissed him, before doing the same with you. A thrill ran up your spine and you were left a bit dazed as she whispered something about wanting both your tongues next, pulling the two of you out of the ring and into a more private setting - but not completely private.

“Yeah, well, take it easy,” Damian suggested, looking at the three of you now, “Carlito walks in here and I guarantee he’s gonna make it weird.”

“Relax,” Rhea chuckled, “Never thought you’d mind getting a free show so much.”

Her lips brushed your shoulder as she played with Dom through his unbuttoned pants, her teeth sinking into your skin and making you moan loudly. You felt your face get warmer, knowing you were being watched.

“That’s cool,” Carlito’s voice made you look over, realizing your audience now included the entirety of the rest of the Judgment Day and company, all watching intently.

“Perverts,” Rhea sighed, letting go of you and Dom, “Alright, alright, we’re leaving for the hotel.”

Grabbing what clothes you recognized as quickly as you could, a sigh made you look up. Dom locked eyes with you, disheveled and visibly aroused. He seemed hesitant to leave, despite the crowd.

An insistent cough and tilt of her head from your girlfriend told the two of you to hurry up. There was no hesitation after that, both of you re-dressing in record time.

“Coming, Mami!” Dom said as he walked over, not appearing to realize his shirt was on inside-out.

“Not yet,” Rhea teased, grabbing his jaw as you caught up, “Not without permission.”

She let go and you grabbed Dom’s hand, pulling him along with you as you followed.

As you exited the room, you swore you could faintly hear:

“That’s… cool?”

Once the three of you entered the hotel room, both you and Dom were told to strip down to nothing. Eagerly following orders, it quickly became a sort of competition as to who could strip faster, Dom playfully throwing his clothes your way as soon as he removed them until you were doing the same.

“Behave for Mommy, darlings,” Rhea warned, trying not to laugh at your antics, “Go on, kiss and make up.”

Dropping the underwear you still had balled up in your hand, you threw your arms around Dom and the two of you giggled as you kissed.

“That’s better,” she said, slowly taking off her belt and undoing her pants, “Family shouldn’t fight. Family” - she let her pants, belt and all, fall to the floor before running her hand along the small wet patch that was already soaking through her panties - “should love each other.”

Once her underwear also laid on the floor in a heap, Rhea turned around and bent over. While you and Dom were distracted by the mouthwatering view, her hand disappeared into one of her bags for a moment, pulling out a purple bandana and a shiny, silver marker.

“You, on your knees,” she ordered, pointing at Dom, then the floor underneath her, “You’re mine, which means your mouth is too. Get to work.”

While Dom did as he was told, Rhea folded the bandana.

“You, come closer,” she was speaking to you now, beckoning you forward with one finger.

Rhea was already biting her lip and sighing at the touch of Dom’s tongue when you stepped forward. She placed the bandana over your eyes, tying it into a makeshift blindfold.

“Can you see?” she asked, breath hitching at the end of the question.

“No, Mommy,” you replied, mesmerized by the sounds of her restrained pleasure.

“Good,” you heard the smile in her voice before she moaned, “Fuck, that’s it, Dom-Dom.”

A cool feeling slithered across your chest as the acrid marker smell reached your nose. No matter how hard you tried to concentrate on how the marker moved - and what she might be writing - you were distractingly wet and aching with desire. Listening to both of your partners enjoying each other wasn’t making it easier.

“Hold still,” she instructed when you squirmed, “Mommy wants to make sure everyone can read what she’s writing on you.”

After what felt like far too long, you finally heard the click of the marker cap snapping back into place.

“Yes… fuck yes… smile for the camera,” Rhea said before the sound of her phone taking photos clicked over and over, “Mmm, fuck, now turn around” - her hand gently touched your waist to make sure you did as you were told - “So good for Mommy.”

The moans that rang in your ears were getting louder as the blindfold was untied and lifted away from your eyes. The look on Rhea’s face told you she was close to coming. She confirmed your suspicions when she pulled you in for a deep, passionate kiss and your lips buzzed, her grip on you tightening as she trembled, letting the sensation engulf her. Your body screamed for the same pleasure, but you knew trying to touch yourself would only delay it further, so you kept your hands at your sides and melted into the kiss.

After riding out her orgasm, Rhea let go of you and giggled. Looking over, you saw Dom serenely licking cum off his mustache before looking down at yourself. You could only read some of what Rhea had scrawled across you. Then, you remembered her taking photos.

“What is it, darling?” she asked, eyes searching you for a hint at what you might be thinking.

“Can I see the pictures?” you asked shyly, watching her slight worry turn to amusement.

“Of course you can,” Rhea cooed, “Look at all the lovely things Mommy wrote on you, baby.”

You looked through the pictures of you on her phone as you felt Dominik’s eyes reading what he could see of you.

There were several that made you smile:

“I love my Mommy” across your chest,

“Pretty little plaything” on your lower back,

Yours, Dom’s, and Rhea’s initials inside a heart on your side, separated by little plus signs,

“Rhea’s forever” on your shoulder.

By the time you were done reading, you were practically dripping down your own thighs.

“Get a good look?” Rhea asked, smiling when you nodded and handed back her phone, “Perfect. Now switch places, both of you.”

A gentle peck on your cheek sent you on your way. A second later, Dom pulled you in for a kiss, the familiar taste of your girlfriend still on his lips, before grabbing your ass and taking your place - standing, ready to be blindfolded.

Kneeling down between Rhea’s legs, you greeted her with your open mouth. Her body responded as soon as you started to move your tongue, the melody of her ecstasy beginning once again.

The orders she gave Dom became background noise as you focused all your attention on pleasing Rhea. You hummed against her, delighting in how good she tasted. Losing yourself in the rhythm of your own movements and your girlfriend’s moaning, your mind reached a point where your thoughts melted into muscle memory.

Even without having payed attention to any of the words exchanged between your partners, you knew when Rhea was done with Dom when she suddenly started moaning louder. Your mouth moved faster and faster, tongue flicking wildly, until Rhea filled the room with the sound of her climax. She tasted even sweeter when she came, and it took her yanking you away to stop you from trying to push her through to yet another orgasm.

Grinning, Rhea turned, reaching into her bag once more as you and Dom took a moment to examine what she had written on him. The two of you compared similar ones; his said “Mami” where yours said “Mommy,” among other slight differences. Each of you was so busy pointing out what was written on the other that it wasn’t until Rhea said “Your turns now” that the two of you turned to look at her again.

She was stanced powerfully, naked except for the strapon fully snug against her hips, thighs, and ass. The purple toy she had on was one that the three of you had picked out together; thick, with a series of bumps around the base that drove you and Dom wild.

“Lay down on the bed, babe,” she told you, giggling at how quickly you followed instructions. Then, once you had, “Scoot down a bit.”

You did so, but apparently not far enough.

“Here, let me help,” she said before pulling you closer to the edge by giving your ankles a sharp tug, “There we go. Now Dom-Dom, you get on top of them, facing each other.”

She pushed him down once he held himself over you, making his elbows buckle and his torso press against yours. You gasped at how hard he was, the pre-cum dripping down his shaft smoothing the friction against your clit as he squirmed.

“Good boy,” she praised, “You’re going to stay there, just like that, and you’re not allowed to come until they come twice.”

Dom whined pathetically at this news, resting his head in the crook of your neck.

“Aw, don’t worry,” Rhea told him, “You’ll still get to feel Mami fucking them while I tease you.”

Saying this, she pressed the tip of the toy against your wet, needy hole.

“You’re not allowed to come without saying you belong to me first,” she pushed a bit further inside you for emphasis, “Understand?”

“Yes, Mommy,” you whined, desperate to feel her fill you all the way.

“Let’s practice,” Rhea suggested, drawing out your anticipation, “Pretend you’re getting close. What do you say?”

“I belong to you, Mommy,” you recited.

“That’s right, just like that,” she praised.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head the moment she slid so deep inside you that you felt the texture at the base of the toy.

The first few thrusts released your unrestrained moans into the air, feeling like almost too much all at once - just the way you liked it. Dom obediently remained on top of you, making needy noises as he kissed your neck. Your fingers gripped his hair as you rapidly approached your first orgasm.

“I’m close,” you moaned. Then, remembering your orders, “I belong to you, Mommy.”

In response, she started fucking you harder; but you still didn’t have her verbal permission.

“I’m yours!” you cried out, so close you were worried you might come whether you had permission or not, “I’m yours!”

“Come for me,” Rhea purred, praising you as your body automatically responded to the command. She had trained you well, and a few months away hadn’t dulled that training in the slightest.

As you rode out your pleasure, Dom suddenly began squirming on top of you, noises growing more desperate.

Once you had fallen into aftershocks, you opened your eyes and moved your head to see Rhea teasing Dom’s asshole with the pad of her thumb.

“Mami!” Dom moaned.

He sounded so cute when he was desperate that you couldn’t help but want to tease him a bit too. You nibbled on his ear as Rhea stopped moving the toy inside you, both of you having too much fun torturing Dom. He whined your name next, knowing he shouldn’t even think about coming until you had done so again.

“Aww, he’s confused,” you joked, “You don’t need my permission, babe.”

“Mami, please,” Dom begged urgently, “Please make them come again.”

“Oh I will,” Rhea said, “But I’ll take my sweet time doing it.”

She gradually started thrusting in and out of you again, the sublime motion making you cling to Dom. He whimpered against you as you grew closer and closer to your next orgasm with every movement. But, just when you were getting close enough to confess Rhea’s ownership of you once more, she stopped entirely. Both you and Dom groaned in frustration, making her laugh with delight.

“You’re both so cute when you want it this badly,” your girlfriend said, a twinge in her voice betraying the sadism behind her sweetness.

Before either one of you could try to beg, Rhea began fucking you and touching Dom at the same time. Your moans and his echoing each other as you both writhe against one another, a fervent mass of flesh chasing release.

But the moment the word “Mommy” escapes your lips, Rhea stops, leaving only the tip of the toy inside of you. The whine of defeat muffled by your shoulder tells you that both of you have been left at the edge.

“Please, Mommy,” you hear yourself say, so needy your words are running into each other, “Please, I’ll do anything-“

The heavenly sensation of Rhea sliding all the way back into you made you lose your train of thought, the loud sound of how wet you were punctuating each push of her hips. It wasn’t long before you were close once again.

“I belong to you, Mommy!” you cried out hopefully.

But rather than giving you permission, she slowed her pace instead.

Dom started begging her not to stop. Soon, the both of you were pleading for her to let you come.

“Alright, alright,” she finally conceded, “Mommy can’t say no to both of you.”

Rhea started thrusting again, showing you just how much she had been holding back by putting her weight behind every bruising, carnal thrust pounded into you this time, until the hotel walls resonated with your cries of pleasure. She fervently fucked you past your peak, until you whimpered a breathy “thank you, Mommy.”

Rhea pulled out of you then, immediately sliding the head of the toy into Dom. Your cum must have made excellent lube, judging by the way he was moaning on top of you.

Once the toy was all the way inside of him, Dom came embarrassingly fast, all over your torso and his.

“Gracias, Mami,” he breathed as she pulled out.

“I’ll only be a moment,” Rhea says, leaving you and Dom in a warm, sticky embrace as you kissed each other.

She appeared by the bed again a moment later, handing you both warm, damp towels to clean off with. Dom rolled off of you with a sigh and began cleaning off.

“You two did so good for me,” she praised, loosening the straps on her harness before climbing out of it, “Need anything else?”

“Just you,” was your reply as you wiped the last bit off your chest. Dom agreed, motioning for her to join the two of you.

She turned off the light, crawled over, and sat down on the bed. Her arms were around you both before your eyes even had time to adjust. The three of you moved and shifted into each other until you had all found maximum comfort.

“Te amo,” Dom mumbled sleepily, tapping Rhea’s hand with one finger.

“Te amo,” he said again, doing the same with you, “Buenas noches.”

“Good night,” you said to your partners, “I love you both.”

“And?” Rhea asked, gently grabbing hold of your jaw to get her point across.

You understood immediately.

“And I’m yours.”

[end]

Tag list (thank you!)

@domripley , @falloutboy-lover , @emogoblin-666 , @teganc , @sinderellanightwolf

#wwe fanfiction #monday night raw #the judgment day #rhea ripley #rhea ripley x dominik mysterio #rhea ripley x reader #dominik mysterio #dominik mysterio x reader #liv morgan #the judgement day #gn!reader #afab!reader #specialinterestshows presents

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randomnameless · 18 days ago

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I need your opinion how do you think things would have turned out if Rhea kept the baby told Jeralt to kick rocks and let herself be more open with her feelings to Seteth and Flayn?

It depends anon, do you want a silly answer, a serious answer or a "serious but working within the boudaries of the script" answer?

Like, imagine bby!Billy grew up like Sitri, and then, when they turn 15, they see a loli gremlin in their head.

Serious answer that breaks the game in two : Billy immediately tells Rhea about the apparition in their head, Rhea and Sothis connect 1+1=2 and, well, either the plot is averted (idk, can Sothis pinpoint mole people around?) or Rhea realises her mom's worth moldy peanuts way earlier than she does in SS, or much like what happens in Nopes, Sothis remembers about her fam without plot convenient amnesia...

If incomplete!Sothis (but gradually recovering her memories) is around, I can see Rhea being a bit more open with Seteth and Flayn when she wakes up because, hey, Sothis' back, so the world is supposed to return on the right tracks now and the world will be fine and dandy.

Serious answer that has to work with Fodlan's writing and inability to cook something for more than 10 minutes : Billy for some reason never tells Rhea about Sothis, and yet, given how Sothis has time to recover her memories I guess Billy'd come to understand everything about relics, the nabateans and maybe they'll ask Rhea about their creation -> it ends like it does in the first situation, Rhea learns about Sothis either being incomplete or taking time to wake up, is more or less chill with it, opens a bit to her bro (?) and waits until Sothis feels ready to take Fodlan's reins or guide some humans if she feels like it (or, according to Nopes, I guess she could also become a bit pissed and insist on recovering her fallen kids, which might piss Faerghus a bit and all).

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For all those answers though, bby!Billy grows to become Billy without any major changes, save that maybe they can emote was faster than they do in canon and are, bar some oddities, someone as "normal" as Sitri was, hell maybe they developed friends in the Monastery and the Officers Academy, or graduated, or became a Cardinal, or a nun, etc etc...

Still, we know canon-wise Billy is very protective towards the ones they see as family or close ones, so in a serious setting, I guess, they'll lose patience or have more of a reaction than TV static when some people will start to cry fraudulously about crests creating nobility or the CoS creating racism, or crests being the reason why everything is BaD (tm) in the world.

Fraud trying to sell some "I wonder what the world would look like without Rhea" would either be meet with a punch in the face, or at least, a serious frown - and depending on how many bedtime stories Rhea told them about "Great Emperor Wilhelm's Heroic Fight against the Forces of Evil", they might be a bit annoyed at the Hresvelgs.

For Rhea though, I suppose she'd have welcomed a new addition to the family - Billy is, regardless of them being Sothis' souljar or not, Billy, someone she cares and values as their own individual, let them be some asleep!Sothis or, just, Sitri and Jeralt's kid.

Add to the mix maybe 20 years of raising them? They'd be family and maybe help her open a bit more to the world and her family, even if she's ashamed or having worked on the res Sothis project

(I'd like some scene where Billy's annoyed when Rhea apologises for trying to resurrect Sothis, because regardless of her endgoals and what not, she still is the reason why they, and Sitri, are alive, so if she apologises for trying to res Sothis it's also as if she apologises for giving them life, which is something a Billy who was raised with a higher sense of self than being a mere sword might not find pleasant).

#anon #replies #fodlan nonsense #young!Billy always received toy soldiers modeled after Great Emperor Wilhelm even if he asks Saint Cichol to give them the Loog set for onc #and of course Supreme Leader dgaf about the special limited edition of Great Emperor Wilhelm on his white horse with the sword of seiros #all jokes aside I still believe that S support was horrendous and Rhea managed to craft a network of bonds without Billy's existence #but maybe if they had been there #she'd have eaten with some knights like Alois way earlier than her FEH unit displays like #maybe being invited for Billy's bday at their request #explaining Billy to Seteth might have went more smoothly #with Seteth realising like he does in Nopes how Rhea's still oddly focused on the past #but she can move forward little by little #the way the game is written it's completely artificial and for no plausible reason that Billy who can A rank Rhea in WC #never stops to tell her about the gremlin in their head how gremlin knew her song what they felt in Zanado etc etc #oh well #lizard family time?

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mamisfavmosher · 2 years ago

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Rhea x reader where he forgets Readers birthday because of how busy she's been and reader is upset she forgot, but Rhea makes it up to them in the end?

okay this wasn't specified smut so i just didn't write any.....

melting birthday candles // rhea ripley x fem!reader

warnings: language, suggestive language, slight angst

Readers POV

Rhea would be home any minute now and I was so excited. Today is my birthday and she promised that she would be home from work early to celebrate the night with me. I had everything set up, too.

There were balloons in my favorite colors floating in the air, all of the best candies in a bowl on the counter that are ready to go for the movie we're watching later on, and I even baked and decorated my own birthday cake.

All I needed now is Rhea.

I checked my phone to see if she had sent any messages on what time she would be arriving, but nothing appeared. Shrugging, I plopped down on the couch and watched some TV while I waited.

Time went by slowly as I watched episode after episode of old reruns. Maybe something happened? I checked my phone time after time and still got nothing. Curiously, I scrolled through social media. Clicking on Dom's story, a video popped up of all of them at a bar, laughing and smiling.

Tears stung my eyes as I accepted the sinking feeling that Rhea forgot my birthday. Sighing, I tidied up the kitchen and placed my cake in the fridge, tears continuously falling down my cheeks. I climbed into bed and fell asleep, hoping to forget all about today.

***

"Sorry, babe. Didn't mean to wake you up." Rhea whispered as she climbed into bed beside me. For a split second, I felt joy as I realized she was home, but quickly remembered the sadness she had caused me earlier. I remained silent and turned to sleep facing away from her. "Babe?"

"What?" My voice was more harsh than intended, but I guess it got the point across.

I felt her go still. "What's wrong? Did I do something?" She gently placed her hand on my arm and I quickly shrugged it off.

"Doesn't matter. Let me go back to sleep." I muttered while attempting to turn my body away from her even more.

Rhea's arm snaked around my waist and pulled me to face her. "Babe, it does matter. Whatever I did, I swear I'll make it up to you. I promise."

"Rhea, do you know why today was so special? Hm?" I sat up and crossed my arms. I watched as she slowly shook her head before talking again. "You should know! You promised to come home early from work to be with me. It's my birthday, Rhea! And you left me here to celebrate by myself!"

Her face immediately dropped. "Shit, baby, I'm sorry. Please, I'm so sorry. I completely forgot." She reached out to grab me, and this time, I cuddled into her embrace. Kissing my head and all parts of my face, she continued apologizing. "Can we re-celebrate tomorrow? I'll take the entire day off and we can do whatever you want?" Her hands held my face to look at her and a small smile crept onto my lips.

"Yeah. I guess we can do that." I giggled as she attacked my face with kisses.

"I really am sorry, babygirl," she sighed into my neck. "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you right now?" She asked with a suggestive tone, her fingers playing with the waistband of my pajama shorts.

I hummed in pretend thought and smiled at her. "You know, there is something you can do."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." And with that, I pulled Rhea out of bed and down the stairs to try my homemade birthday cake, which she loved.

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branwinged · 1 month ago

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daemon getting upset about the prophecy never made sense to me since he does care about it. even if you want to frame it as him getting upset viserys never trused him...well he knows that already, he's known that for years. really the only thing that makes sense thematically, and has been set up, is daemon lashing out because rhaenyra is acting like viserys. even with the other cut scenes from the finale it's still the only reading that makes sense imo.

the scene they shouldn't have cut if they wanted to go with the prophecy is the scene from episode 1 where viserys tries to tell daemon about the prophecy but daemon doesn't take him seriously, which is probably what made viserys reconsider daemon as his heir more than the "heir for a day" brothel incident.

re this

looked up the deleted scene you mentioned—

Shouldn’t he at least have told Daemon or others about the prophecy? No way, not at that time. That’s something that we struggled with. There was a scene that was deleted after Aemma (Sian Brooke) died, where Viserys meets with Daemon and he tries to hint at this idea of prophecies and what the gods mean to him. He was trying to get some idea where Daemon’s at with his beliefs, but the tone of the scene was never quite right. There’s no way that Daemon would even connect to that — he’d laugh Viserys out of the room. He’s not into dreamers or things like that. (Paddy Considine, The New York Times)

i do prefer him not being told at all because it just makes sense for his character and his relationship with viserys, to bring up the daemon/alicent comparison again, both acts of violence are motivated by viserys not seeing them, not recognising their devotion to the family and then their genuine grievances (alicent re rhaenyra's bastard children as heirs and daemon re otto as hand heh but the person they're both hurting instead does see them!)—which doesn't work if viserys has already tried to tell him once.

that scene is poorly set up and executed, but i think a combination of both things is happening. he's definitely angry with rhaenyra for acting like viserys—a weak and ineffectual ruler in his mind. and the crowning is tense, i think it's fair to say that viserys becoming kind sort of destroyed his relationship with him, they were never just brothers again, every scene we get with them pre-driftmark has viserys using his kingly authority to order daemon into deference. so the s1 finale is beginning to ask that question of whether their marriage will survive her having absolute authority over him which is why the choking scene is there. but he's also having a shoot the messenger moment, he's done it several times in the show and it's always viserys related news about how he's being excluded from the family. first in 1.03 w/ the royal messenger ("viserys sends aid" the equivalent of saying i don't need You to sort this out for me it's okay :) and he takes it very badly because he needs his family to need him) and then again in 1.05 with rhea royce ("or perhaps your brother has at last finally had his fill of your company, cast you aside in favour of a little girl") he knows viserys is eventually looking to replace him with a son and he's dismissive of prophecy but daemon is also someone who feels very strongly about family history. his first scene with rhaenyra is him presenting her with a valyrian steel necklace and it's a thoughtful moment because "now, you and i both share a piece of our ancestry" in light of that it does make sense to me that he'll feel quite betrayed about this reveal, about not being deemed worthy enough for viserys to even hint at it when the scene already begins with rhaenyra assuming he already knows so that cuts deep, i think.

of course, it's not entirely about viserys either. it's also about daemon and rhaenyra's power dynamic within their marriage. the way she begins to laugh once she realises she has the power here, she was chosen by viserys in a way daemon never was, she's always had the power here and daemon has always meant to serve her. hot. he spends a considerable amount of time trying to possess her at the beginning of the show but it's very clear by the end that she's the one possessing him.

#i just finished the gifset i was working on immediately after seeing this ask btw #so thank u ^—^#hotd #asks

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fandomfucker · 2 years ago

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Poly Judgement Day x reader where reader has an anxiety disorder that acts up randomly one day and they try to calm reader down?

I would like to preface this by saying this is what helps me with my anxiety. Everyone is different and different things help but this is what helps me to calm down. The symptoms and stuff are also based on my own experiences. I hope you enjoy!!

TRIGGER-mentions of an anxiety attack and anxiety symptoms

Word count-1,865

It had started off a glorious Saturday morning. Finally, being able to sleep in after two full weeks of non-stop work or travel. I woke up to the sun streaming in through the cracks in the blinds onto my partners and my shared king beds. We liked to sleep in one bed more often than not so when we all moved into our house together, we decided that the second living room upstairs would be our bedroom and had a door installed in the entryway and two king-sized beds pushed together for room for all five of us to sleep together.

I woke up on my stomach, sprawled across two of my partners like a starfish. My head and right hand rested on Dominik's chest and my legs were off to the other side, resting on Finn's lower thighs and knees. I looked across from me to see Rhea still fast asleep, her head resting on the other side of Dom's chest. Deciding I wanted coffee, I rolled over onto my back, facing Finn, who was awake and on his phone.

"Good morning," He whispered to me trying not to wake the others, his voice still thick with sleep.

"Mornin'," I smiled sleepily at him, raising my hand to rub at my eyes. I looked around, noticing that we were a member short. "Where's Damian?" I asked whispering, still not wanting to accidentally wake up the other two who were still cuddled up so cute.

"In the kitchen makin' breakfast. Said he'd come get us when it's ready." Finn informed me. I nodded slowly and yawned, causing Finn to laugh lightly at me. I scowled and slapped his chest lightly in mock offense before shifting my position to lay more on him than Dom with my head on his shoulder so I could see his phone.

I watched him scroll through TikTok for the next several minutes, occasionally seeing an edit of one or more of us and liking it before sending it to me so that I'd be able to re-watch it later on my own and repost it.

“Ooh wait go back,” I whispered to Finn, scrolling back up to the previous video on his feed. It was about a new horror movie coming out. Just then, Damian waltzed into the room wearing nothing but his underwear and a ‘kiss the cook’ apron Rhea had given him as a gift for Christmas last year.

“Are you not freezing?” I asked him, scrunching up my nose a little as I wrapped my blanket around me a bit tighter, my bottom lip starting to quiver a little.

Damian just scoffed at me, smiling and shaking his head lightly. “Breakfast is ready downstairs.” He gestured towards Rhea and Dom who were still asleep, “You two go ahead, I’ll wake them up.”

Excitedly, I rolled on top of and over Finn to get off the bed before he even had a chance to move a muscle, taking my fuzzy Halloween cat blanket with me. I stood on my tiptoes and kissed Damian’s cheek as I walked past him, muttering a small ‘good morning’ and ‘thank you’ before making my way downstairs.

Damian had already set out a prepared plate for each of us in our usual spots, along with our preferred drink. I bounced over to my spot, gripping my coffee mug with both hands. It was iced coffee, always iced coffee, but I favor the mugs.

I took a long slow sip, savoring the flavors Damian decided to surprise me with this morning. “Strawberry and chocolate?” I asked as I saw him walking into the kitchen/dining room, along with my other three partners in tow.

“Nope,” Damian replied smugly. “Raspberry and white chocolate with a splash of cheesecake.”

Damian and I have a ritual-esque thing where every morning Damian makes me a coffee and I have to guess the flavors in it. It’s all just fun and games and bragging rights but we enjoy it. However, the more weird flavors they come out with the harder it is for me to guess. We had so many of the little syrup bottles at this point we could open our own coffee shop.

“The fuck?” I replied, in both shock and nausea. “Who in their right mind would make a cheesecake coffee syrup flavor? I mean, don’t get me wrong this is delicious but come on people.”

All four of them burst into laughter at me as I grumpily dropped into my seat. Taking the silverware that had been placed next to my plate, I began to cut into the chocolate chip waffles Damian had so graciously made us.

After actually drowning each piece in maple syrup, I shoved several pieces into my mouth at once. I groaned lightly in pleasure at the taste as my partners all smiled in amusement.

“Good (Y/n)?” Dominik asked me, a teasing lilt to his voice.

“Mmhmm!” I nodded in satisfaction. “Very,” I spoke, my voice muffled by the copious amount of waffle in my mouth, rocking side to side in my seat a little bit in my ‘happy dance’.

Damian smiled at me in thanks as he began to dig in along with the rest of my partners.

After breakfast, the five of us lay lounging around in our living room. The boys were all focused on the TV, watching a tattoo competition show while Rhea scrolled through her mentions on social media and I read a book on my Kindle. I was sat next to Rhea on the couch with my back against the armrest with my thighs on hers, my feet resting in Dominik’s lap next to her. Finn and Damian were cuddled together in the armchair next to the couch.

As I read my book, I noticed that my heart rate had started to pick up and my palms became sweaty. My hands started to get that all-too-familiar tingly feeling that started when my hands would go numb. I cleared my throat, trying to just push past the growing anxiety that had come up out of nowhere.

I tried to submerse myself back into my story but found my thoughts to be too much and too fast to focus. I scooted a bit closer to Rhea, laying my head on her shoulder, hoping to ground myself a little.

My breathing started to become shallower like I was breathing through a straw while someone was sitting on my chest and I felt the all too familiar lump in my throat that made it hard to swallow.

"You okay baby?" Rhea asked me, concern written all over her face as she noticed my signs.

I nodded in response, "Yeah, I just don't feel too good right now."

Dominik frowned and reached over Rhea to put the back of his hand on my forehead to check for a fever. After a few seconds, he turned his attention from my face to the concerned faces of our partners, shaking his head softly to indicate that I didn’t have a fever.

“What doesn’t feel good (Y/n)?” Finn asked me softly, not wanting to scare me from answering.

“I just feel like I c-can’t breathe and my hearts too fast and now I’m starting to feel lightheaded and-” Rhea cut me off before I could finish, pulling my face to the crook of her neck as she stroked my hair.

I lifted myself up to straddle her hips, getting as close to her as possible, as I stuck my face in her neck. She stroked my hair with one hand and drew circles on my back with the other.

I grabbed Dom’s outstretched hand from beside me and brought it close to my chest, between Rhea and me, as I absentmindedly played with his fingers, tracing the tattoos I knew better than my own.

Finn got up to go get me one of Rhea’s hoodies, knowing her smell would calm me down. The boys would try new colognes all the time but Rhea’s perfume was a constant. And due to her always smelling the same, her scent became a grounding source for me. Having my nose in her neck helped but being fully encapsulated by it was best.

Dominik stroked one of my hands with his thumb as I continued to hold it, bringing his other hand up to brush the hair out of my face. I saw Damian out of the corner of my eye get up and walk over to the bookshelf to grab my coloring book and markers.

Dom removed his hand from my face to reach over and grab the TV remote off of the coffee table. A few seconds later and his hand was stroking my temple as the laughter from my comfort show, Impractical Jokers, played quietly throughout the living room.

Finn came jogging back in with one of Rhea’s Motionless in White hoodies, my favorite of hers to steal. I pulled myself away from Rhea just long enough to slip the hoodie over my head before my face was back in her neck.

“Hey, it’s okay, love. Let’s do your breathing exercise, mhm?” Rhea spoke softly to me, still stroking my hair.

Damian came back over to ua, sitting himself down on the floor next to Rhea's foot, just below where I was sitting. I heard him set my coloring supplies on the coffee table before feeling his hand on my lower back.

“Breathe in for four. Hold for four. Breathe out for four. Hold for four. Breathe in for four. Hold for four. Breathe out for four. Hold for four.” Rhea coached me as we did my breathing box exercise. It had been something I’d thought stupid when my doctor recommended it but now use on a semi-regular basis.

“Good job, Darling,” Rhea whispered into my ear as I slowly started to pull myself away from her, being able to breathe again. My hands had started to regain feeling again and feel less fuzzy while the lump in my throat grew smaller. I turned myself around on her lap, my back against her front, and folded her arms across my hips like a human lap belt.

Dominik was on the couch next to us while Damien and Finn were both on the floor in front of me. “Can I have my coloring book please?” I whispered to both of the boys in front of me.

“‘Course, Love,” Finn replied sweetly, handing me the book as he placed the box of markers on the couch next to me against the armrest where I was originally sitting.

I smiled in thanks as I flipped the book open to the last page I’d worked on. As I switched my main focus between the show and my coloring, I took a second to appreciate my wonderful partners.

Rhea’s arms wrapped around me, her thumbs stroking my hip bones while she nuzzled my neck. Dominik next to me who kept one hand stroking my thigh. Damian and Finn in front of me, each massaging one of my feet.

I’m so incredibly grateful for each of them and wouldn’t have been able to get over my anxiety without them.

#dominik mysterio x reader #rhea ripley x reader #dominik mysterio #poly!judgement day #the judgement day #tjd x reader #the judgement day x reader #rhea ripley #damian priest #damian priest x reader #finn balor #finn balor x reader #wwe x reader #wwe

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yanderefairyangel · 4 months ago

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I feel like what's making Lumera, and the Divine & Fell Dragons work for me is that they're essentially Sothis, Rhea, and the Nabateans if the writing allowed them to TRULY haunt the narrative in terms of what they went through and lost.

Like, so much from Lumera feels like a realised Rhea & Sothis combo, which is wilder when you realise she's dead for most of Engage's story, but IS lets her (again) HAUNT THE NARRATIVE extensively.

Enough of her influence and death fleshes out Alear's existence and motivation in the story, and the people who surrounding them.

That even applies to how Rafal and Nel from the Fell Xenologue adds that extra love for Fell Dragons that Veyle already had beforehand.

plus there's just how Engage in general treats and explores its dragon and divine cast, kinda fills the void that both 3H titles just didn't commit to filling with the Nabateans outside of Heroes giving Rhea and Sothis more love than said 3H titles.

I genuinely can't stop thinking how much Engage really makes up for how little Fodlan's setting DEPENDED on not doing much with one of Fire Emblem's core aspects, its dragons.

Yep my thoughts exactly !

The issue with 3H is that it refuses to explore the Nabateans even though the whole Nabatean/Agarthans conflict is literaly at the heart of everything that happens in Foldan !

This weakens greatly the Nabateans, especially characters like Sothis who just straight up doesn't do anything in the mid game anymore even thought the early game gave you the impression there would be a greater role for her (but nope)

So while everyone complains that Lumera "dies too early so we don't have the time to get attached" what they misses is that : IT. IS. THE POINT. When Alear meets Lumera, they don't remember anything, the point is specfically that when you lost Lumera you don't realize the loss right away but with her haunting the narrative you grow to care about her only to discover WHY Alear cares about her, I have talked about it but

Ludo- narrative dissonance CAN be used to enhance the narrative and since Alear's amnesia is heavily implied to be dissociative in nature it makes sense that the player and the character are put in states where they aren't in harmony : because Alear themselves aren't in harmony when Lumera dies. They forgot everything when in comes to episodic memories but they still retain subsoncious memories, which is why they still fear the Corrupted at the begining of the game, but the player doesn't know why they dislike the corrupted yet, it's only later they do. This is the same reasoning here, Alear cries because they still love Lumera subconsiously, but at the same time they like episodic memory they don't have the full context, it's as I explained, their past selves manifesting when seeing the only person who cared for them dying, but we the audience, we don't know anything when this scene happens. But later moments allows us to look at this scene differently, and by the time we reach chapter 25, we have grown to care enough about Lumera to feel in harmony with Alear when she dies this time, meant to also reflect how by this point, Alear made the peace with their past, and when replaying the story this recontextuallization only makes it better !

Engage doesn't simply let Lumera haunt the narrative, it plays a game of sprinkling elements here and there which makes the re-experiencing the story even better, because every bit becomes recontextualized and shows the amount of care but into every of Lumera's lines. Each one of them reflect what happens to the story later on and set the outline for chapter 25.

Meanwhile 3H gives us dragons but does nothing with it. I know people complain about Alear and Veyle but I never thought they would argue that Seteth and Flayn conviniently losing their power to turn into dragons is somehow a better diegetic excuse than Veyle getting rid of her stone because of her trauma and complicated self acceptances issues and Alear losing theirs because they gave it to Veyle and then the stone breaking when it serves as yet another element liking Alear to the notion of hope (since Veyle search for them and that their stone being intact means they are still alive so she can still hope)

Flayn and Seteth's relationship is cute and all but is that all there is ? If the Nabateans weren't ... idk KINDA IMPORTANT DUE TO HOW THEIR HISTORY AND THE AGARTHANS WANT TO TAKE REVENAGE ON THEM CAUSED 99% OF THE CURRENT SITUATION IN FOLDAN that wouldn't be such a problem

This is very frustrating when you take into consideration how many games that have dragon as an important lore but actualy dont shy away from exploring everything about them, and for game where they are more minor like Sacred Stones, they still got their moment and it's at least justifiable

But the Nabateans are way to important to just be left like that yet 3H just doesn't want to use them

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selfproclaimedunicorn · 2 months ago

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Re-reading chapter 24 and to be fair, I guess why Rhae-Rhae scared Abby 😭 Putting Jace and Luke next to Abs, a literal confirmed babe of a Strong and thus, she might have some Strong features is a big NO-NO and makes everyone side-eye Rhaenyra big time..

Not that making Luke and Jace seat next to Rhea and Stannis is any better 😭 These two look very Baratheon.. (Shireen won the gene pool lottery several times, I bet.. Honestly, in my eyes, Randa is just a chibi, mini-Shireen but with a blonde wig, you know 💃) God, I love this comedy shit-show bc I can 100% see Vizzy T hammering down that Jace, Luke and Joffrey take after the Baratheon side aka the none-existent 1/8th gene from Rhaenys, while everyone is TRYING not to side-eye the elephant in the room(aka Shireen and her very-Baratheon two eldest Royce children LOL.

Yeah, Nyra, bless her. She's in full damage control mode re her sons with Harwin, & I think she's so concerned with any similarity Abrogail "Known Granddaughter Of Lyonel Strong" Royce could be noticed if they stood next to each other that she just kinda panicked & decided to nip it in the bud before it could even happen. But she didn't really realize that was going to make her look worse. And because she's around the Strongs, she's more prone to think "hide the similarities to them" than she is "they don't actually look anything like my cousin's wife, close friend/BIL, or father-figure/FIL"

It's gonna be so fucking funny when she shows up at Runestone for Aemon's knighting tourney/betrothal party because, like, she's so used to playing "hide the similarities" that she's just gonna ignore everything else. Just, dig her heels in & ignore Stannis looking like Boremund's mini me. It's absurdism at its finest & SOTF is a comedy actually. Like, I like Rhaenyra. I really do. But the set up just makes her being the source of the comedy because she's not thinking at all so easy & I'd be a terrible clown if I didn't take the opportunity.

LMAO I actually had a really long conversation about this the other day with @emilykaldwen. It was very giggle worthy, we have fun here. Like, its so interesting because the social aspect is peak Foot-In-Mouth & the political implications are A Lot, & all these kids are just trying to play pretend with their cousins while the adults are having an entire soap opera around them. It's gonna be so fun & I'm gearing up a little towards it in my current chapter since we're pretty rapidly approaching the tourney arc (like Aemon is coming home in 3 chapters max) & I'm so pumped!

Also, cackling about Little Randa looking like Shireen in a blonde wig 😂. She does have Shireen's eyes, & IDK if I ever put much thought into how much they look alike, but here's their face references next to each other 🩷

#asks #fic: sins of the father

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emblemxeno · 11 months ago

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Here's my Hot Take ideas on emblem bracelet stuff if I were in charge. A lot of these aren't really "creative new ideas" and more just my dumb brain shuffling things around.

-Hector, Soren, Chrom/Robin and Veronica stay. Give Robin more bond conversations. Élivágar is Veronica's first engage weapon, Hliðskjálf is the second, and Enclosing Dark is the last, with all having adjusted stats to compensate. Change Veronica's writing to match her post Book 2/3 character; not being like Book 6 is excusable, but being like Book 1 and 2 is less so.

-I'm swapping Tiki, Camilla, and the House Leaders. In the name of fairness, I'll use characters from the same games.

-Caeda: Soar high, Emblem of Compassion; Bracelet of the Winged Princess.

She gets the spheres like Tiki did, and gets Camilla's Soar engage skill with the same unit type bonuses. Engage attack is called 'Belief in Love' and functions the same as Tiki's Divine Blessing; as such it also has the same unit type bonuses as Divine Blessing as well.

Engage weapons are Gradivus, Hauteclere (she can use it in the DS games if she goes Dracoknight and gets high enough Axe rank), and Wing Spear. Other skills are Axe and Lance proficiencies, Spd/Luck stat skills, and Lance Guard. Her bond stat bonuses are Spd, Res, and Luck.

-Takumi+Leo: Lead us, Emblem of Revelation; Bracelet of the Rival Princes.

While I'm aware that Camilla wasn't called the Emblem of Revelation in the JP version, I still think that there should either be a neutral character or a balance between Nohr and Hoshido rather than just have Camilla.

I wanted to be more creative than just picking Azura, so I went with a duo emblem idea instead.

They get the Friendly Rivalry sync skill where they alternate each turn starting with Takumi, and with the alternating they each give separate bond stat boosts; Takumi gives Str/Dex/Spd and Leo gives HP/Mag/Res. Friendly Rivalry transforms into 'Black and White' when engaged, where the unit gets all the stat boosts. Engage Attack is 'Gravity Storm' which has the same attack pattern as Dark Inferno, but instead of setting flame tiles, it reduces movement of all enemies caught in the attack. AOE is increased when done next to Corrin.

'Black and White' type bonuses-Backup: Avoid +10, Cavalry: Hit +10

'Gravity Storm' type bonuses-Covert: Applies smoke terrain on tiles where enemies attacked are, Mystical and Dragon: same as Dark Inferno.

Engage weapons are Ganglari (both princes have canon sword prowess, and the weapon has connections to both their fathers), Brynhildr, and Fujin Yumi. Sync skills are Groundswell, Darting Blow (reference to Hinoka), and Savage Blow (reference to Camilla). Other skills are Sword, Tome, and Bow proficiencies, Str/Mag stat skills, and Bow Guard.

-Rhea: Dream well, Emblem of Saints; Bracelet of the Archbishop

Both maps where you fight her in 3H reference Dreams (To the end of a Dream and Following a Dream) so this invocation still works. Highkey went with her because after getting shafted in Three Hopes, she really needed a win.

She gets the Gambit sync skill and can freely choose between Flame, Shield, and Poison, but it's no longer inheritable. She still gets Lineage and Weapon Sync. Final sync skills is the inheritable 'Crest of Seiros', where a unit's strength or magic is treated as if buffed by 5 points when using an offensive engage attack, referencing how the Crest of Seiros in 3H increases combat art damage by 5.

Engage skill is 'Ascension' and grants the same stat bonuses and weapon restrictions as Tiki's Draconic Form. Instead of turning into a dragon or donning Rhea's monastery clothes, the unit gets Seiros' armor and Blonde hair with green tips (though that might conflict with Leif and Eirika's engage hair color changes idk). Engage attack is 'Divine Frost', where unit transforms into the Immaculate One, lets out one big breath attack, and makes tiles in a 3x3 square in front of them into ice tiles. Doing this next to Byleth lets the unit move again to take advantage of the ice.

Other skills are Arts, Tome, and Sword proficiencies, HP/Luck stat skills, and Special Guard. Engage weapons are Dragon Claws, Agnea's Arrow, and Sword of Seiros.

-Player finds Caeda's bracelet on the Somniel instead of the House Leaders'. This means you can get the special conversation with Marth early on, and get the rest of the special conversations in the latter half of the game after losing Marth if you so please, cuz the rest of the bracelets are related to latter half ring Emblems (this makes sense to my OCD brain, don't worry lol). You find the Silver Card on the Somniel too.

-Rhea's paralogue is the Silver Snow final map at Garreg Mach. Takumi and Leo's paralogue is the Valla map where you dragon vein copies of your army onto the north and southern halves.

-Takumi and Leo take either C or B bond supports, and both are present in the A supports.

-A Divine Paralogue that lets Ephraim speak because I find the idea of playing a paralogue to untape his mouth extremely funny. Make it the Ruled By Madness chapter as well.

#fire emblem engage

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syndrossi · 2 months ago

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I have been thinking about the Knight of Stars AU a lot lately, so if you don't mind, pick a scenario below and tell me your thoughts about it:

- Arthur and Criston Cole's first interaction. Where do they meet? Do they argue? Fight? Get along? Side-eye each other?

- Arthur and Willam Royce's first time teaming up to guard the twins. Do *they* get along? Side-eye each other?

- Arthur and Jon's first chance to meet each other without nosy adults looking on. (Daemon, I'm looking at yooooou.) What are Arthur's thoughts on Rhaegar's new big brother?

- Arthur interacting with Qelebrys and Shadow! Does Qelebrys get jealous or possessive of Rhaegar, or do the dragons take to Arthur easily? How does Arthur feel about dragons being a real thing again in the first place? (And how they impact his job, tbh.)

- The results of someone accusing Arthur and/or Daemon and/or Rhaegar and Jon to their face(s) of Arthur being Daemon's bastard.

- Arthur's family's thoughts when they realize what their son has done (i.e., running off with the ancestral family sword to swear himself to the eight-year-old princeling of an enemy nation).

- Mixing AUs, but... Rhaella and Arthur's reactions upon realizing they both ended up traveling through time and space to find Rhaegar, lmao (and to add crack to that, Jon's thought process on why these people directly connected to Rhaegar keep showing up -- hell, even HE is directly connected to Rhaegar... not that Rhaegar knows that. 😂)

Arthur vs Cole

Cole is technically from the Dornish Marches rather than Dorne itself, which means the potential for so much shit-talking, since the Dornish Marches were essentially the Iron Throne's buffer between its borders and Dorne. So Cole isn't inclined to like him to begin with, and certainly not once his allegiances become clear. It's also the thing where you see someone younger/more handsome than you rise to threaten your position. I could see their first encounter being Arthur seeing Cole behaving rudely/unkindly toward either Jon or Rhaegar or Jace, and stepping in on the pretense of doing his duty of protecting the royal children. Cole is outraged, Arthur eloquently defends his actions to Ser Harrold and/or the king if pressed. He wins some points with Jon.

Afterward, I expect they get encouraged to engage in a "friendly" spar to resolve their differences and it gets ugly.

Arthur and Willam

I see them as mostly getting along! Arthur has some initial suspicions due to the story of Rhea's treason, but having been under a cloud of suspicion himself at first, he can sympathize. It helps that Ser Willam is at least a decade older and doesn't feel threatened by him the way that Cole does. The one area where I could see a little tension is Arthur feeling like Ser Willam has an agenda re: restoring House Royce's honor, pushing Jon to take the Royce name, etc.

Ser Willam thinks he's a bit young for the responsibility but otherwise seems sound in his skills, and he gets along well with the boys, which he approves of. He does note Arthur's bias toward Rhaegar, and keeps an eye on that to make sure he's equally guarding both.

Arthur and Jon

I have to think there's an early element of Arthur disapproving of Jon "stealing" Rhaegar's birthright by being the elder twin. Not only is his prince no longer heir to the Iron Throne, but he is not set to rule even a holdfast? It's probably more subconscious, since Jon's an eight-year-old boy and also had no control over birth order lol. There's some big-brother-energy colliding at first as they size one another up. Arthur wants to make sure Jon cares for Rhaegar and will see to his happiness/future. Jon probably is dealing more with mixed emotions of "so this is the legend" where the legend is younger than Jon was pre-Summerhall plus having perhaps some Robb+Theon flashbacks? Where Theon was "cooler" than Jon because he was older, just as Arthur is older than them.

So a little bit of "are you trying to steal my brother/bff" that gets cleared up over time as they get to know one another and geek out over swordfighting.

Arthur and hatchlings

Jon can't help but feel a little smug that Qelebrys doesn't seem to care much at all about Arthur. She's curious and does try to bite his sword once, but only Jon and Daemon are allowed to give her scritches. Shadow tends not to care too much about people in general, so he mostly ignores Arthur and/or picks up a little on Jon's tension and hisses at him a little.

Arthur meanwhile thinks the hatchlings are the most striking, magical, adorable creatures of legend he's met. A few encounters with dragonflame educates him on the dangerous side of close familiarity with dragons. He resigns himself to protecting both children and dragons, however impossible that task seems, because he's seen how much Rhaegar loves Qelebrys and losing her would shatter his heart.

(The real oh shit realization comes when he meets Caraxes, tbh. Because that's an actual enormous dragon who could gobble him up in 1-2 bites. And there are how many of those in the Dragonpit right now? And how many freely flying around Dragonstone??? He has a hard time understanding how such powerful creatures could ever have disappeared from the world.)

Arthur as Daemon's bastard

Hmm, trying to think whether it's one of Daemon's old gold cloak officer buddies being a little too drunkenly familiar and nudging him in the side going "eh? eh? a little consequence of your times in the Street of Silks?" while nodding very prominently at Arthur.

Or them visiting a slightly out-of-touch lord's holdfast, and he's heard that Daemon suddenly found himself with sons and assumes it's three of them, welcoming "Prince Arthur" as well. Jon and Rhaegar think this is hilarious. Daemon is outraged.

Or an enemy of Daemon's (some highborn lord's son?) trying to damage his relationship with the twins by cornering them to talk about his wanton ways and that he had known Daemon to sleep with a Dornish whore, and did he think he was being subtle by sneaking his bastard son into the Princesguard?

House Dayne

Chaaaaaos! Frantic ravens to Prince Qoren, disavowing their son's actions while accusing the Iron Throne of somehow plotting to kidnap their son and force him into the Princesguard. Prince Qoren is...somewhat less than convinced, but does send along a demand that Arthur and the sword be returned to Dorne.

Depending on whether Arthur confided any of his "prophetic dreams" to his family, they may be kicking themselves for not taking it more seriously. I could see one of his sisters secretly cheering him on, knowing that he had been unhappy for a time and glad that he had found his purpose. And perhaps hoping that she might be able to visit someday.

Fierce, fierce debate and finger-pointing about Arthur having been named Sword of the Morning and given Dawn as such a young age, when boys are prone to flights of fancy, albeit flights usually shorter and less treasonous than this.

I think they do eventually negotiate that Dawn will be returned to House Dayne upon Arthur's death.

A lot of sudden Dornish interest cropping up too about this Targaryen prince of seemingly so little consequence being the object of both Volantene ambitions and the Sword of Morning's loyalty. Ooh, perhaps this leads to Prince Qoren putting out feelers for a Dornish match for Rhaegar? (Daemon vehemently opposes on account of ONGOING WAR and likely Dornish treachery.)

Rhaegar as Summerhall magnet?

That's a good point, where from Jon's POV it suddenly seems like it's Rhaegar's world, they're all just living (drawn into) it. 😂 OTOH, those are all people with a connection to Jon as well. His father, his grandmother, and the man who guarded baby Jon in the Tower of Joy. But since he never met any of them, it's a lot harder to see it.

Rhaella would be so happy/relieved to meet Arthur. She had worried about his fate, and felt guilty about finding her own joy/escape even though Arthur had likely been tortured to death by Aerys for her disappearance. And Arthur, who knew just how desperately she wanted to find her son, and had heard enough in his short time as Kingsguard to know how she had suffered, would be overjoyed to see her with the family and freedom she deserves.

I feel like they'd be the two most likely to compare notes with one another (aside from Jon and Rhaegar with each other, obviously), since the twins are young and they assume they are mostly children. Though I'm sure eventually they tentatively broach the subject with them.

Daemon meanwhile: Am I supposed to think it normal that this Dornish whelp has a bond with everyone in my family? NO, HE'S NOT MY BASTARD.

#resonant asks #resonant 'verse knight of stars au #resonant 'verse rhaella au

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