#renegades insomnia

[mikodrawnnarratives]

Inevitable renegades fanart of these kiddos with Nova

They all need therapy. But sleepy cuddles work for now.

I'm obsessed with the idea of Big Sis Nova to Maggie and Max adsfdsakl

Reblogs >>> Likes!!!

[frozen-orbit]

And now here's the girlies version ✨ Turns out they have even more in common than the boys.

Boys version

[ilovenovaartino]

The best thing about the Renegades Trilogy is that you ACTUALLY see the relationship progress. Is not “I met this guy and even tho I can’t date him I’m goin to anyways” and they kiss not even halfway the book. This series give you an actual issue that keep the main characters apart and you actually get to see Nova struggling with her loyalty to the Anarchists and her family and her deep feelings for Adrian.

[princesable]

ok took a break to eat but now its back to work. theres a guaranteed feebas in this cave 😏

[kbkirtley]

Part 4 of my favorite superheroes: Non-DC/Marvel heroes.

Most superhero conversations revolve around DC and Marvel. As someone writing my own superhero characters, I want to highlight some characters I’ve love outside of those main two.

1. Dread Warden/Simon Westwood: Renegades was such a great series and Simon was my favorite hero to discover in it.

2. Frozone/Lucius Best: an iconic hero from one of the best Pixar movies ever made.

3. Sketch/Sentinel/Adrian Everhart: A really likable and complex character to see the dual sides of his heroic persona

4. Nightmare/Insomnia/Nova Artino: A slightly less likable but much more complex character than Adrian that makes the entire series work.

5. Zorro/Alejandro Murrieta: Antonio Banderas, you will always be famous.

[cevansbrat0007]

Sweet Renegade Series Masterlist

About the Sweet Renegade Series: A new arrival in town leads to an unexpected complication in the form of a sexy as sin Bounty Hunter named Ari Levinson.

This series features a collection of one-shots centered around a small town romance between Bounty Hunter Ari Levinson and a reluctant, curvy Reader.

It will also contain mature themes such as Sex, Interracial Relationships, Soft D/s Themes, Discussions of Body Image, Disordered Eating, Discussions of Race, Occasional Depictions of Violence, Cursing, and more. Minors, please do not engage or interact.

Special thanks to @curls-and-eyeliner for helping me brainstorm ideas. Thank you for reading and I look forward to sharing more soon! (**) indicates smut

Series Intro

New In Town: Introducing my Sweet Renegades Series. Sparks fly when you accidentally find yourself sitting next to Bounty Hunter, Ari Levinson.

Hello, Duchess: Your first encounter with Bounty Hunter, Ari Levinson, goes worse than you ever could've imagined.

The Do-Over: Everyone deserves a second chance, including jerks like Bounty Hunter, Ari Levinson.

New! A Friend in the Dark Part I: Ari receives an unexpected call from you in the middle of the night. **

A Friend in the Dark Part II: Coming Soon

Untitled Story: Coming Soon

Sweet Morning Light: Watching you sleep has Ari hungry for more. Which means it's time for breakfast. And it looks like you're on the menu... **

Thirst Trap: Ari loves looking at your ass in those shorts, as long as he's the one who gets to walk behind you. **

Back to Sleep: Ari has the perfect cure for your insomnia. **

On the Clock: Ari stops by for a snack while he's out chasing a lead. **

Creep: You sneak out of the house to go on a midnight supply run, which inadvertently sends Ari into panic mode. ** [Request]

Moments Shared: You and Ari share a moment during a lazy afternoon... **

Quickie: You get caught up in the moment while dropping off dinner to your favorite bounty hunter.

Sweet Tooth: Ari gets inventive when he finds himself in the doghouse with you. ** [Request]

Sweet Tooth Deluxe: Ari teaches you a much needed lesson about ignoring him. ** [Request]

Sugar Fix: Your poor attempt at a joke lands you in hot water with your man. Takes place directly after the events in Sweet Tooth and Sweet Tooth Deluxe. ** [Request]

Disturbing the Peace: You're keeping a secret from Ari - one that you'll have to tell him about eventually. Right?

The Scent of you: Ari loves the sweet scent of you, which is why he's content to live between your thighs. **

Case of the Ex: Part I: Just as you decide to explore your feelings for Ari, an unexpected blast from your past sends you reeling...

Southern Comfort: A day after your ex-boyfriend's unexpected return, you show up on Ari's doorstep intending to ask for a little time. Too bad your grumpy bounty hunter isn't feeling particularly charitable. **

An Afternoon with Minerva: Ari finds himself finally ready to admit the truth about his feelings for you...

Off the Market: Ari learns that you're not the sharing type. Which is fine by him, because neither is he.

A Man Starved: Ari lives for the taste of you on his tongue... ** [Request]

New! The Slam: Ari has had a enough of your TikTok foolishness...

Risky Business: Ari doesn't like it when you take unnecessary risks. So tonight he's going to teach you a lesson you won't soon forget. **

Worthy of You: After being forced to confront his own demons, Ari begins to question whether or not he is worthy of you.

Miscellaneous Asks, Drabbles, & One-shots:

What's Eating You, Mr. Levinson?: You decide to test your man's patience with a prank you saw on TikTok. CLICK HERE to read Andrew Barber's reaction to the same prompt. [Request]

Cross-Country Christmas: When Ari is left stranded at the airport on Christmas Eve, you find yourself in need of a little holiday miracle... **

New! The Anatomy of An Orgasm: You make the mistake of faking an orgasm while in bed with Ari... ** [Request]

New! Convincing Ari to Dance with You: [Request]

Bad Days: Ari helps you get through a particularly bad day... **

Michèle: Ari doesn't approve of your latest trip to the spa. ** [Request]

Jiggly: You find yourself feeling a little self-conscious after it becomes clear you've gained a little weight. **

Easy, Baby: Ari just wants to do his part to help you relax. **

Promises, Promises: Ari exacts a promise from you as a reward for his patience. **

[dont-leafmealone]

Jetko fic recs outside ao3

There's plenty of awesome fic out there if you know where to look! And as a bonus, most of these are from the early '10s/late '00s, meaning they have a pretty distinct vibe, especially the modern aus.

LiveJournal:

Perfect Information - modern AU; Zuko, arriving back to the US after an extended stay in Japan, ends up staying with his old friend Jet and his roommates, Long and Bee. As old feelings resurface, their friendship becomes complicated. unrated but falls in my opinion between M/E on the AO3 scale, 18 chapters (plus interludes), complete.

Something Else - Jet and Zuko meet after Zuko's luck takes a turn for the worse following his exile from the Earth Kingdom town. The two reluctantly bond, and Zuko learns there's more to life than chasing the Avatar. Oneshot, T

Ships In Space - Zuko gets forcibly adopted by a renegade space crew; shortly thereafter, their rare prize of a spaceship attracts the attention of a down-on-their-luck pirate crew. The captain and Zuko find themselves drawn to one another. Oneshot, PG

Tumblr:

Euphoria - Jet finds Zuko in the Fire Nation before his coronation, sharing a bittersweet reunion. Oneshot, unrated but passes for T.

Compromise - Zuko, overwhelmed with his duties as Fire Lord, has a proposal for Jet. T, around 1k, complete. (Definitely go through this author's 'my fic' tag, you won't regret)

Fanfiction.net:

Closer - Iroh bails Jet out of trouble with the Dai Li, and gets him a job at Pao's tea shop. Jet takes advantage of this to do some spying on the firebenders, and - wrongly - concludes he was mistaken. M, 3 chapters, complete.

Rock and Island - Jet's determined to get the mysterious scarred boy from the ferry on his team. Featuring nightmares, heart-to-hearts and rejection. Oneshot, K+, complete.

Stop-and-Lock - An IOU on a cup of tea at Pao's leads to a more extensive relationship with Jet than Zuko bargained for. Oneshot, M, 20k

Insomnia - Modern AU; Zuko moves to a new university, and gets a strange new roommate, new friends, and a new lease on life. He no longer has to deal with fitting into high society; just lack of sleep, class divides, and his boyfriend exploiting his ticklishness. 3 chapters, T, technically in-progress but not updated since 2008.

Long Way Home - Jet doesn't see Iroh heat the tea, and forms a fixation on Zuko instead. Zuko isn't as enthusiastic about this as Jet, but warns up to him. 2 chapters, T, incomplete (see above)

Just Trying to Get By - Post-war and living in the palace, Jet is frustrated with his seeming inability to help make a difference. Oneshot, K

As usual if you have any recs to add I'm all ears!

[damndamsy]

renegade | aemond targaryen x oc (part v)

-> (18+, sexual themes, mdni)

Celebratory feasts with the royalty had always been nasty business. Like all the others before, the temper of the sons intermixed with the impulsivity of the daughters, would be documented in blood and destruction. This particularly small gathering of families was one hosted to commemorate the union of Prince Aemond and Princess Aemma, improvised quite similar to their secret wedding. It wasn't short of inordinate food and drink, the table replenished to make up for the wedding feast that never occurred.

Aemma was a mire of misery, plagued with a terrible headache as a result of insomnia, and barely focused on the brewing consternation between the families. The Hightowers had sharpened their aims on her. Aemond, on the furthest end of the table, had crises of his to take notice.

Halaena did; she squeezed Aemma's thigh to get her attention. "You're too fragile. Retire for the night."

Aemma bared an appreciative smile and laid her hand atop Helaena's. "Thank you, Hel, but it would be impolite. Especially with the grandsire in attendance."

A weakened King Viserys raised his shivering glass in a toast, his words an effortful rasp. The room quietened to heed his word.

"A toast to a true Targaryen wedding in secrecy, my good Hand tells me. My son, Prince Aemond, to my granddaughter... Aemma." Her name was a pained whisper. "As spirited as the woman she was named after. Congratulations."

The table lifted their glasses with mumbles of half-hearted 'congratulations'. Jace and Luke remained frozen, staring daggers into their plates. It was Daemon who exclaimed a loud 'hear, hear!' for everyone else. Aemma sent him a grateful smile.

Aemond offered up the slightest of nods and sipped from his glass, finally glancing at Aemma. Awareness flickered in his eyes when he saw the way she restlessly cupped her neck. They were seated too far apart for him to reach across and comfort her.

Aemma, upon her turn, dutifully flourished a convincing smile. Her voice came out clearer than she expected. "Your blessing warms our hearts, Your Grace. We are much obliged," she said on behalf of her and Aemond.

"Yes," the king breathed heavily, "let us hope your union will bridge the rift in the House of the Dragon."

Aemond cleared his throat and carelessly raised his glass, heedless of the fact that the king was yet to conclude his toast. Aemma watched him, curious rather than shocked.

"I'd like to raise a toast," he announced then met her gaze. "To my sworn friend, now wife. Aemma, I'd relinquish life itself for your ideals. Perhaps it is only an appropriate time to inform everyone that in nine days, my wife and I are to voyage across the Narrow Sea and start a new life on our own."

Daemon was the first to react. He downed his whole cup. Then it was a rush of brief, confused reactions. Alicent had settled back on her chair, gritting her teeth. Rhaenyra was speechless, watching Aemma's face guardedly. When she was presented with a favourable joy, she returned a little smile. Jace and Luke were intently eyeing their mother's response in disbelief. Aegon, somewhat proud of the iron balls on his little brother, sipped his glass silently. Helaena listlessly played with her spoon.

"Unexpected," the king sighed, almost pained.

"And what of yours and the princess' commitments to the realm?" Otto regarded, the most conscientious on his part.

Aemond was anything but contrite. "Find another second prince to finesse and another princess to breed."

"Aemond," Alicent cautioned. "That sort of talk is unfit for—"

"Our decision is final," he mentioned, loud enough to suppress his mother's voice. "The plans have been laid, pacts have been struck. My wife has but one condition—to seek her mother and His Grace's blessing on our safe travels."

The king gasped out, nodding through a tremor. "Aemma."

Aemma leaned toward him with an accepting bow of her head. "Grandsire."

"I see... no reason to restrict this decision. Does your mother, your future queen, agree to this?"

Aemma expectantly glanced at Rhaenyra whose expression remained unsullied. She had asked for so much from her mother, this seemed like a steep ask. To be apart from her for who knows how long. But her mother had promised her once to allow her to follow her heart and live as she pleased. She only hoped the princess remembered her oath.

"Prince Aemond," Rhaenyra called instead, flitting her prudent eyes to him. "This is all rather sudden. I have to ask: why the hurry?"

Aemond simply stared back. "I dislike idling."

"I can understand the haste in taking my daughter to wife. I will accredit it to the thrills of youth and passion. But this," she tapped her finger lightly on the table and tilted her head, "this seems like subterfuge. A dire one. Do you mean to stymie my heir's ascent to the throne under the veil of expedition?"

Jace made a scoffing noise out of his nose, smirking to himself. His mother had finally struck gold.

Aemond's jaw flexed. "'The basest of accusations."

"Still a conceivable one."

Aemma interfered, pressing down on the bridge of her nose, attempting to restrain an explosive headache. "Might I suggest we confer this in private? This is a festive gathering, certainly no place to—"

"No, Aemma. I must speak this for all to hear. They all question our precocity to accomplish this," Aemond said through his teeth then glanced back at her mother. "I swear this to you upon my devout esteem for your daughter. If she is ever to be installed as heir and the time of her reign arrives, I will ensure she acts in good conscience. I will stand with her, queen or not."

Rhaenyra's unblinking stare outmatched Aemond's, who had to look away to attend to Aemma's exclaim.

"You owe no explanations," Aemma said to Aemond, bewildered. Then she addressed the table, her tolerance slipping. "This is not a court session. There is no justice to be offered. All we ask is support. Support from our families, do you not understand?"

"You ask us to offer support in making yourself scarce from orders of the court?" Alicent finally spoke up, her tone adamant. "As prince and princess of the realm, your regiment is necessary to the throne. Abscond all you wish, your place remains here."

"Then we will abdicate," Aemond declared abruptly.

"Aemond, please," Aemma tried to calm him.

"Are you mad?" Rhaenyra hawked at him, grated to a passive growl. "Surrender my daughter's birthright!"

"Cease this insolence," Otto shouted at all of them.

His Grace bashed his staff to the ground to silence the table. "Again with the dissension! One night of..."

The sounds were tuned out, and Aemma rested an elbow on the table and stroked her forehead. The discomfort was almost unbearable now. Her stomach rolled and the world shifted beneath her.

She felt a cold hand on her cheek followed by Helaena's quiet voice. "Come. Let us leave now."

Aemma didn't even have the strength to nod or thank her. As she wobbled to her feet, with Helaena's hand secure around her forearm, in their periphery, Daemon and Aemond's chair dragged out in unison.

"Send for a maester," Aemond commanded first.

Daemon had halfway crossed the floor to Aemma. "Allow me."

"I'll take her," Helaena cautiously declared to all, her voice final. She repeated it to herself while their audience drew in a breath. "I'll take her."

X

It was Princess Helaena who forbade anyone from entering the princess' chambers that night and the day after, except for the maester with his concoctions and the servants with their timely meals. The timid princess proved to be as inflexible as her brother and Her Grace when need be. Even Princess Rhaenyra stepped aside to her orders.

No one heard or knew what occurred during those hours between the two princesses, but it was said to be the last moments of respite that they would share as the eldest daughters of two distraught bloodlines. There was a time when Princess Helaena's daughter, Jahaera, had joined them inside, hanging in the air as a sweet reminder of their childhood.

Prince Aemond, increasingly aggravated, patrolled his wife's doors to receive his sister the next night, ready to make an entrance inside. He would not have any more of this detachment.

Helaena placed a restrictive hand on his shoulder. "She needs to rest."

He desperately tried to see between the cracks in the heavy doors. "What is the meaning of this, sister? It has been a day. I'm being driven to the edge."

"It seems that it has been days since our Aemma has had a proper night's rest," she divulged, leading him across the door towards the balcony that opened into the sprawling floors of the Holdfast. "Everything has transpired so quickly. Unbeknownst to her, anxiety plagues her mind. I can share her worries a bit."

Aemond swallowed hard. "Of our journey?"

"No. Of that both of us are confident," Helaena murmured, her mind miles away. "It's her brothers. Caught in the crossfire. You know how that feels."

Immediate anger spiked in him. "Mad cunts," he hissed. "You'd think I've degraded their sister, the way they see it."

"Take yourselves and leave in peace," she said, preoccupied with her thoughts. She finally looked at him, her eyes beseeching. "Don't stop, no matter how much it entices you to stay. We have given this malice to more."

"Helaena." It was strange for him to say his sister's name, almost a gentle consolation. He knew of his sister's mind and her vulnerabilities in marriage. "You're the only family I'll be leaving behind."

She flashed him a smile. "Strangely, I believe that. There lies greatness ahead of you, little brother. And my life is here; in beasts and bone." She tilted her head to Aemma's door. "Go and see. Try not to wake her."

Her room reeked of the stables as he silently entered, so different from the tasteful lavender Aemond had come to crave, and surely enough, Seasmoke the direwolf was loyally relaxed at the foot of the bed. His sister must've brought him in secretly to put Aemma's mind at rest with an old companion. Aemond scratched the whining wolf's ears, who skipped off the carpet to rub at his waist for some praise. He had once been clueless about accepting attachment from a beast other than his dragon, but Seasmoke had grown on him.

"Good boy, Seasmoke. Sȳrī gaomagon," Aemond appreciated in a whisper. At least the beast had provided some semblance of comfort in his name. (Well done.)

"Demās, lykirī," he instructed. Seasmoke complied, perching back on his hind legs. (Sit, calm down.)

Seasmoke had become impressive, both in height, speed and strength. During their years in the Keep, Aemma and Aemond raised the wolf to be a loyal friend, their living toy of sorts. After Aemma departed and bestowed him to Aemond, he trained a vicious watchdog out of the animal, under the request of the Kingsguard, a fearsome hound that would stand for battle as a dragon. Now that Aemma had returned, Seasmoke must've regressed to what he had once been, what he truly was, just meant to comfort a lonely soul.

Behind them, Aemma slumbered calmly, hiding her eyes away from him. Merely some years ago he had laid beside her, on an evening like this, neither of them mortally wounded, vowing to write to each other every day, sharing a relentless embrace.

Tempted to her bare bedside, Aemond undid the buckles to his sword and dagger, and shed his overcoat and shoes, but hesitated with his eyepatch. He inhaled a shaky breath. This girl had persevered against her family for him, she had weathered a storm to wed him; a wayward eye wasn't going to send her screaming. He was determined when he skimmed it over his head and tucked the straps into his pocket.

He pushed the curtains aside and sank in next to her, mindful of her slumber. Aemma appeared just the same as when she was awake, implying that she lacked the deceit in her to conceal her emotions from everyone. What you see is what you get. Guileless, untamed, and real.

Unable to withhold himself, he entwined his fingers between hers, until he could feel their wedding scars unite once again, and brought it to his chest safely. He rolled onto his back and let his vision go black. Nothing weighed him down, held him back, or restricted him. It could've been moments or even hours, he had never felt such leisure. This was what awaited the rest of his life.

X

"So that is the infamous sapphire. Like Symeon Star-Eyes?" Aemma's velvety dulcet woke him.

He snapped his head toward a moonlit Aemma, who was fascinated and well-rested. She lay on her belly, silvery hair mussed from sleep, a pillow under her chest and arms while letting her hand rest with him. She looked like a painting, with the waving curtains behind her and the sky's reflection on her warm skin.

He stroked a finger from her cheek to her chin. "How's your head?"

"Intact," she jested.

"I see."

"Can you?"

He pinched her chin. "So much wit in such a little girl."

She giggled. "Not so little anymore, my friend."

He brought the back of her hand to his lips, hiding a softened grin. He'd forgotten he had written to her about the sapphire in his eye. It was absurd to think this bothered him now.

"You remembered my letter," he said, his voice thick from sleep.

"I remember every letter," she corrected. "My favourite stories of the warrior prince and his vicious dragon." She mimicked the soar of Vhagar's wings with a quiet 'whish'. "Soaring into the clouds. I used to read it and imagine myself instead. Quieted so many of my troubled nights."

He reached out to stroke a hand at her scar. "Because of this."

She dropped her head into the pillow to muffle a groan. "It ruins everything. As if bleeding every moon doesn't suffice, I've to experience an arrow through my head all the time."

He grunted his exertion to lean over and kissed her tousled hair. "You poor lamb."

She sourly jerked her hand out of his. He chuckled at this and pushed a few more kisses into her hair.

"Next moon, I'll have an antidote ready for your use."

She lifted her head, curious. "Since when do you dabble in potions?"

"No potions." He stroked her, all the way from her waist to her insteps. "Me."

She snorted. "What might you do? Vex me to distraction?"

"I have my secret ways."

Swayed by the surreal feel of her underneath him, he began to spread his kisses over the arc of her neck, the wing of her shoulder, down the lune of her spine, all while his sneaking fingers gathered up the soft linen of her nightgown to stroke her even softer thigh. Aemma twisted a little to witness him press a kiss at the dimple between her hips. Grinning, he sloped up to catch her in a kiss, taking her by surprise.

When he felt her thighs clench under his touch, he impatiently pulled away and flipped her on her back until she was all splayed out for him.

"It's about time I peeked at my stakes, hmm?" And then Aemma watched him bend between her legs for said stakes. 

"Aemond," she tried to mutter through the nervous lump in her throat.

"Ssh, my love. Trust in me."

His singular eye was deep-set, way too intense for words while the other glimmered dimly under the candle lights. So, unreadably intense. When she brushed a hand through his hair, he sank his teeth into the soft skin of her inner thigh and pulled. A slow moan came rumbling out of her.

His sinful motives started with his fingers climbing upwards on her thighs, lips following close behind. Her blasted nerves couldn't see him without turning every shade of red, but her audacity was gratefully more persuasive. 

She watched him through parted, gasping lips as he propped her knees on his shoulder, long fingers drawing back the hem of her nightdress until it was bunched around her abdomen. Obscene, she thought as he kissed her, right there, right through the material of her underwear, his tongue giving it a taste. A nice, long taste.

They locked eyes while he still tasted her slowly; delectably. Again, her own tongue went dead and her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

"Fuck," she dragged out a hiss. She palmed her mouth, shocked by the expletive.

Aemma could feel his whispering chuckle—right into her sex—and the sense that his forehead met the bed linen to muffle it.

She bit on her pointer finger, sheepish. "Sorry."

"No, please," he laughed deeply, "I enjoyed that."

Every part of her stiffened when she felt him nudge her again, her hands gripping at his hair. His plush hair, the strength of his nape, and then his flexing jaw. She didn't feel her underwear leaving her, but he was right there, within reach, his hands perching her knees in position. 

"Jaes," he murmured, "just beautiful. All this for me." (Gods.)

She raised her head once again to have a look and instantly wished she hadn't.

"I've dreamed of this..." he drew out in a reverie.

Aemond indulged, sucked, licked, and bit at her like a king on a feast. She moved his rumpled hair out of the way to see him there—slow, soft, loving thrusts into me and his single violet eye half-closed in heady bliss. Just tasting, savouring, remembering. And she felt it at her core, skin prickling up at the sensation. 

She clawed her hands up his hair, giving out the most pretentious cry for more. His hands went from wild to desperate; smoothing the inside of her thighs, sliding under her dress to caress her breasts, brushing up her neck. The noises he was making with his mouth on her; it was an explicit, incessant reminder of something tense. Something that would not stop edging.

She was about as close as 'fuck' is to a vulgarism when he pressured that immaculate, mind-blowing, soaked-up spot. So soft, so searing, so good. She inhaled an inhuman breath, toes flexing in the air as his suck-eat pulsations increased—and the slow climb was the best part. She knew she was coming up onto something wonderful.

She hoped he heard how soundly she was making love to his name for him. "Oh, please. Please, gods—"

She didn't get to finish that. His hand glided across her breasts, and her neck, and curled around it. She let her head hang back when he made the most luxurious sound she had ever heard him give out as he pushed two of his long fingers into her mouth. 

Impulsively, she circled his wrist—there was nothing more than she wanted to be filled. She wanted Aemond everywhere she could physically feel, even mentally if possible, and she made love to his fingers as best she could.

"So fucking good, Aemma," she heard his quiet, hot and heavy growl, muffled with a mouthful of her. "So good..."

The broad, rugged muscles on his shoulder put on a show for her under his shirt, crumpling and rippling, adding to his speeding-up tongue. Another hot flush of red charged up her body.

Then his tongue brought over fellow fingers, and they barely had work cut out for them. She was way too compressed and close to care, and she gave out a wordless cry as he pushed those long, thick fingers in at a speed she couldn't place a term on because that would be immoral. Deep, fast strokes and the size of his fingers were, she hoped, comparable to other parts of him. She sucked back a moan that bubbled to her lips. 

And that was the end-all, be-all. Aemond came onto his stakes, and Aemma went bursting apart. In the vigour of her world focalizing on that single spot between her legs, she crushed Aemond deeper into her, her fingers tight fists in his hair and her mouth agape in a choked scream. Behind her eyes, there were specks of little floating suns, a need to hold him even tighter, and the colours started to drain from around her. 

The first thing Aemma saw when radiance returned was the flushed, compelling, beaming, smiling face of the man who owned all of her. The upsurges of pure pleasure did not wane and she wallowed in it. She listened to him come up for air, kissing his way up again, rolling his tongue around her belly button, and momentarily intensifying her climax. 

"I've never seen someone look as enchanting as you did, moments ago," he whispered into her ear, burying his face into her neck.

She blinked, attempting to find the pace of her breathing. "That was..." she drawled with an unchecked hum.

"Not the end," he finished for her, rising on his knees. "Just a taste of what's to come."

Aemond was hypnotic, aglow and leering as he peeled off his shirt, wrists crossing at his abdomen. And it made every wicked something in her head want to come true. Her eyes gradually mapped down from his broad shoulders, her trembling fingers tracing at his rigid muscles, the jagged streaks of combat bruises, hungrily lapping up past his weathered, masculine strength, and the ultimate V muscle that was almost an arrow pointing straight to his...

He chuckled softly, catching her wandering hand. He stroked the base of her fingers, knuckles, and joints, conducting them with tiny lightning strikes.

"Always so curious."

She managed a mischievous smirk. "Then come here and indulge my curiosities."

"Gladly, dearest."

And his hands began to roam everywhere, as if stricken by her command. Strong, pinching, teasing, feeling, tracing, heading from north to south on her body. Resting his arms on either side of her head, grinning like the devil, his fingers slowly traced down her arms, that minute touch resonating in her sex.

"You amaze me," he murmured.

Despite all that teasing, she felt him. Her eyes snapped open to his, dark, wide and studying her. It was a simple bump, poising against her, tough and ready. He rested his forehead against hers.

He moved in; slowly, gently reverently. There was resistance, a whole lot from her, bringing forth a subdued, mellow pain. Since she had never done this before, she placed this as the pain of familiarizing—her body slowly climatizing to the feel. The feel of him, the weight of him, his wickedly strong muscles moulding against her. His energy was intense and unfathomable compared to her weak knees and lead tongue. 

"Aemma," he called to make sure.

Just then, she flexed harder around him. His light eyes blazed like reams of fire.

"Too afraid, are you?" she challenged.

"Never," he laughed under his breath.

It couldn't all be coincidences, with the timing and his body, because they were flawless. He was welcome as he pushed on further, gaining his fill of her. His face strained, forehead wrinkling, eyes briefly flickering shut. She took all the credit for making that happen. She accepted him gladly, adding a small inherent squeeze, and flashing her dark eyes at his. 

What should she be telling him? Could she ask him how he was feeling? If he was okay? Was she okay?

His grin was monumental. "You have taken me so well, my love. As if you are made for me."

She was utterly derailed. He felt so good. It was an inaccurate term to use—he was paradisiacal. She didn't think anyone could have felt this whole even with this age-old action. He was all hers at that moment. And if she were being honest, damnably honest, he was all up inside her. She could feel him inside, so deep, a space of her that she didn't think needed to be freed before.

His hips rolled into hers at a delicate speed, laboured and painstaking. All the evidence of teasing disappeared, jaw taut with tension.

"Breathe through it, Aemma. I'm here," he guided softly.

She gulped, unable to answer. Truly, she didn't have enough air to make one. To be fair, she was stretched to capacity. She couldn't take the weight of him. Flickers of white light appeared in her vision and it wasn't until his face started to blear that she realized she wasn't breathing. She breathed noticeably louder, splitting the beautiful, magical stillness between them, trying to exhale while enduring the stings around her ribs.

"Aemma?" he asked, slightly panicked now.

So when his unease swivelled to hazy apprehension, she choked out and gripped his arms closer—"Wait, stay with me. I can do it."

He stroked a thumb at the edge of her eyes, kissing the slant of her nose. "Ssh, I'm here. Whenever you are ready. We've got the rest of our lives."

She whispered an eager plea, "I want you. I want it all."

Their eyes held for a glorious moment and engraved an intrigue between the lines as their breaths fused in the intensifying silence. Neither of them backed down, never repressing and taking it all. He was still very much inside, growing harder with every passing moment. 

She was buzzing alive, practically convulsing, as his pressures gradually climbed in speed, still so soft and careful.

Which drew a languid, roguish smile alive on his handsome, sweat-matted face. He lifted a quizzical eyebrow, moving his hips in, in, in. Circle, push, circle, push—a giddying pattern that had her reeling off the wire. 

His vast hands were around her throat, establishing dominance, guiding himself entirely into her, tongue plunging forward for a breathy kiss. Her fingers and nails ploughed into his back, nearly drawing blood, when he did. He didn't even flinch or care, bearing it all.

He pulled away from that hungry kiss, hips rolling into a more punishing, daunting rhythm—and oh. She couldn't think. He was pushing her higher and higher until she felt little sparks start to explode from the tips of her fingers, elbows and toes. But, the feeling was only getting louder. His groans were so low, so dark in her ear. 

"There's my sweet girl," he whispered silkily, hitching her knee around his hip. "You want me?"

She nodded desperately. "Yes."

"You have me. You always have," he promised.

Her gasps were timed to his moves, thrusts gaining sweet, beautiful friction. Her fingers twisted into his hair, seeking an outlet for his beautiful, unbearable pleasure. It was building, getting close to that sensation again, oh so close...

She relaxed her stiff spine, sinking into the mattress and feeling him ram right into that spot. She bit her lip to contain a ridiculously high-pitched noise, willing her eyes open into his, burning like onyx flares in the violet night.

He glanced up, eager. Ready. Prepared. His arms curled as if attempting physical exercise, resting beside her head. When a soft wheeze left her, his lips were at her ear, reassuring her, relaxing her tense muscles. His head ducked again, almost inspecting them. 

"C'mere. I have you now," he breathed out. "Eyes on me, alright? Only me."

Awestruck, excited, a bundle of nerves, she watched him. 

Powerful thighs bearing hers, Aemond pressed her hips back until she was gently propped up on the pillows, hungrily attending to his all-consuming flow and determined muscles covered in sweat. She was completely restricted now, not needing to slake her appetite, because, as he had said, he had her. He sank and sank, again and again, abdomen crunching with his power, unearthing, slamming, her sweet spot tingling, and just like that, she came apart.

All white shots of lights, ringing noises, toes curled and pointing, and his name a clement prayer on her lips. Until her black-and-white world fled back into colour, he began to move again.

He kissed a tear away from her temple before his watchful gaze began to hunt hers—for hope? Promise? Something worth it? She simply stared back, mouth twisting in sweet agony as he continued his now quickened pressures. Her name was all he could breathe or think. With every muscled laboured, thrusts more unyielding, face rigid, power intense, eyes hazed over—Aemond came. Firm and heavy, falling limp over her. 

They fell back together, utterly spent, wrung out, exhausted and essentially immortalized. Whatever the true definition for that held. Between the film of fierce pleasure and indulgence, she decided that had a hold upon heaven. Tremendous, dark heaven.

Two big, lavish, beautiful, majestic climaxes and they basked in the afterglow together. She turned her head to clutch him at his neck, grab him forward to kiss his lips sweetly. Delicately, quietly, more and more, until her breathing steadied.

Aemond stroked her nose against hers, all sated by sex. "Pleasure becomes you, my love."

Aemma sighed dreamily, tracing the hollow of his cheek. "You've made your astounding mark on me. Can we go again?"

He pulled back to stare, dumbstruck. He didn't see a trace of humour in her eyes.

"You could take the bed this time," she offered.

He scoffed in disbelief. "Amazing. I applaud your energy, dearest wife. Have you ever swung a sword before? I could do with a new sparring partner with that sort of verve."

She laughed. "You could never best me if I were your partner. I'd have you on your back in an instant."

"You have me on my back right now, darling. Rode you half to death, did I not?"

He grunted a chuckle when she playfully smacked his chest.

Aemond continued to mumble. "In all honesty, I truly did not think I would survive this with you. I expected my heart to give out because of... hmm." He rubbed at her waist, his voice still thick with desire. "These legs, these eyes, these lips, those lips—Seven hells, this is my fantasy fulfilled."

She put a hand over her face to hide a blush. "You can simply get away with saying things like that?"

When he flashed her a smirk, she shook her head dubiously and tried to close his evading mouth with her hand.

"Just as you can simply get away—with requesting to use my cock—as your—let me speak!—your toy?"

"Aemond!" she hissed.

He laughed. "Ssh. Lay closer."

He pulled her into the curve of his arm, curbing her chagrin. Aemma sank her chin into his shoulder to watch him shut his lone eye and become at ease.

He felt her fingertips glide near the blemishes in his eye socket. Her cold fingers upon the hot skin, it was paradise. He tried hard to stay still when she got too close to inflammation that continued to cause agony on certain days. She must've sensed something amiss because abruptly her touch disappeared.

"Would it make you feel less lonesome if I took my eye out for you?" she asked, tongue in cheek.

A side of his lips lifted. "Perhaps. Make it my wedding favour."

She gasped, laughing. "You brute. You like that?"

"I wouldn't dare," he calmed her, drawing her closer to him. "Then again I can make even with your brother's."

He expected her to sense the sincerity in his voice, but such was Aemma's perspective of him. The conciliant, faithful friend who respected her. He worked hard to seal up that vengeance in front of her. What doesn't concern her will not break her. Not while he lives and breathes.

True to herself, Aemma let it slide harmlessly, treating it as good fun. He heard her laugh. "Can you imagine—little Luke, running about with an eyepatch?"

He barely broke a smile. "You'll never know."

X

read part vi here!

seasmoke the direwolf, watching this go down like: mom? dad? wtf are you guys up to 👁️👄👁️

I hope you all felt their love as much as I did <3

[ofstoriesandstardust]

chapter 8 - renegade (b.r.b.)

a/n: chapter 7 flopped so here’s to hoping chapter 8 doesn’t as we near the end of this story

summary: Bradley is confronted with the aftermath of his decision and Sunshine gets unexpected advice from an even more unexpected father figure. 

main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist | flight risk masterlist | ch. 7 - discussions, decisions, and divorces (oh my!) | ch. 9 - i know it won’t work

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warnings: alcohol mentions, swearing, insecurities, semi-cliffhanger, it’s angsty, Sunshine needed her own heart to heart

word count: 1.9k

“are you really gonna talk about timing in times like these?/and let all your damage damage me?/and carry your baggage up my street?/and make me your future history?”

You groan, pressing the heels of your palms into your eyes as you lean over on the metal bench. 

You must look ridiculous, you think to yourself.

Tucked away in a corner of San Diego State University’s massive campus, you felt like a fish out of water. 

You’d always wanted to come see the campus, especially with Bradley living in the immediate neighborhood, but had never been able to come up with a decent enough reason to actually visit. 

It was a pretty campus, old Spanish style buildings with the special tile roofs that always adorned the building style, flower bushes and trees shading the sunny campus. It reminded you a lot of the trip you and Bradley had taken to Balboa Park once for food trucks early on in your visit here and you could see why so many students flocked to this campus. 

Turns out, the campus was also good for giving you a place to cry in peace after fleeing from your fake-husband after he contested the divorce for your fake-marriage.  

You pull your hands away from your eyes, glancing at the time on your phone. You take a shaky breath, realizing that you can’t sit here and feel sorry for yourself for much longer, not if you want to make your flight and get the hell out of San Diego. 

Your head throbs from the morning spent crying as you stand up from the bench, navigating back the way you came as you walk in the direction of Bradley’s house. 

Your mind still feels fuzzy as you turn the corner on to Bradley’s street, no clear indication of what you should do. 

You’d never fought with Bradley, never once in the decade you’d known him. You didn’t know how to be angry with him, much less at odds with him. 

Because underneath it all, you were angry at yourself. Angry for getting attached, for failing in love with someone you knew you couldn’t have. 

Except- you could have him. He had tried-

No.

You stamp out the spark of hope alighting in you. 

Bradley Bradshaw had had more than a whole decade to confess how he felt about you and if it took a near-death experience for him to-

You pause, doing a double-take at the car in the driveway. You glance to the front door, teeth coming to worry at your bottom lip. 

With a sinking stomach, you tread the last few feet up to the front door, pushing it open slowly. 

It’s unlocked, you note, as you step through the entrance, walking the few feet into the living room. 

And there he stands, looking at the photo of Bradley at his graduation from UVA. 

The one you had taken all those years ago, when life didn’t seem so complicated, when you forced yourself to be content with friendship with Bradley because you were sure it was all that would ever be offered to you. 

He glances over at the sound of the front door closing as you stand there nervously, hands coming to clasp together in front of you. He offers you a warm smile, taking a step back back from the picture. 

“Admiral Kazansky, I uh- what are you doing here?” 

-

His locker slams shut in front of him, only pulling his fingers back with just enough time before they got crushed by the metal. He glances over at the brunette standing next to him, looking by all accounts, thoroughly pissed. 

“What the fuck Bradshaw?” She hisses. He glances up at his squadron, bewildered as they all look on with varying mixes of confusion. 

“What’d I do?” 

“What’d I do? He asks!” She throws her hands up in the air. “You know what you did Bradshaw!” 

He blinks, staring at her. “Nat, I’m lost.” 

She huffs. “You’re a moron.” 

He blinks again. “Can I be clued into why you’re insulting me or are you just going to keep yelling at me? I’ve kind of already had a shit morning Nat, so I’m not really in the mood for this. 

She narrows her eyes. “Yeah, I’ve heard.” 

“Lieutenant Trace, this isn’t your locker room.” They both turn, seeing Maverick’s figure. He jerks his head to the doors, to which she sighs. 

“This isn’t over yet Bradshaw, mark my words.” She whispers, before turning on her heel and heading for the doors. 

“Uh, Lieutenant Bradshaw-” Maverick pauses as he tugs the black shirt over his head. “Why are you here?” 

“Because this is my job?” 

Maverick sighs. “My office, please Lieutenant.” 

He huffs, stepping over the bench. The short walk to Maverick’s office is quiet and Maverick shuts the door behind him with a sigh. 

“Bradley, if- if you want to take some time for yourself, Cyclone and I- we would understand.” 

“I’m fine sir.” 

Maverick fixes him with a pointed look. “Cut the crap, Bradley. You signed divorce papers this morning. You’re allowed to not be okay right now.” 

He shrugs, eyes drifting up to one of the plaques on the wall. 

The plaque from the mission. 

“Bradley.” 

“I don’t know that I am, sir. Allowed to not be okay.” 

Maverick sighs, moving from where he’s standing behind his desk to in front of it, stepping right into his point of view. 

“Go home, kid. Take some time for yourself.” 

“Yeah, I don’t think Sunshine wants to see me right now. I’d probably be chased out of my own home.” 

A confused look crosses over Maverick’s face. “Why?” He shakes his head, pointing to the extra chairs in the office. “Here kid, sit down. Talk to me. What happened?” 

He sighs as he sits, leaning over to rest his forearms on his knees. “I did something so stupid, Mav. It cost me her.” 

“Kid, what did you do? Tell me what happened?” 

He sighs, reaching up to rub a hand over his face. “Last night, I tried- I tried to tell her that I loved her. She wouldn’t hear it, completely shut me down. Told me I was projecting my unresolved trauma and mid-life crisis on to her. And I just- I panicked. I just wanted to keep her.” 

Maverick reaches a hand out to rub his shoulder sympathetically. “So this morning?” 

He takes a shaky breath, lifting his head to face his godfather. “So this morning, I- I was gonna do it I swear.” His voice cracks on the last word, making him blow out a breath in a pitiful attempt to calm down. “But I- I just looked at her and realized I couldn't lose her.” He pauses, hot tears stinging at his eyes. 

“Mav, I contested the divorce.” 

-

“Maverick texted me. Told me what Bradley did.”

You sigh, crossing your arms. “Okay, so I’m still not following why you’re here. Sir.” 

Tom waves a hand, letting out a laugh. “Please, you aren’t a pilot. We aren’t on a Naval base. Brad married you, please don’t call me sir.” 

You nod, nerves still thrumming through you. “Okay.” You bite back the sir that’s threatened to follow just barely, earning an eyebrow raise from Tom. 

“I wanted to see how you were doing.” 

You shrug. “I’ve been better.” 

“Do you mind me asking what happened?” 

“Bradley’s a idiot. No offense.”

Tom lets out another little laugh. “He isn’t the brightest sometimes, yeah.” 

“He just- he doesn’t fucking listen.”

Tom hums. “He never really has been the best listener.” 

It’s silent for a moment as Tom takes a few steps closer to you and then he sighs. 

“You’re better than what Brad deserves, that’s for sure.” 

You cautiously raise your head from the hole it’s burning into the floor, frown forming on your face. “I don’t-”

He shakes his head, cutting you off. “You are. Not very many people would do what you’ve done for him.” 

You give a half-shrug, feeling your throat close up. “He was my friend.” 

“Was or is?” 

“I- I don’t know anymore.”  

Tom lets out a breath through his teeth. “Look kid, none of us will really blame you if you run as far away from him as possible. Lord knows he deserves it. But he’ll never find someone like you. You’re it for him. He just- he loves you so much. I’ve known it since the day I met you.” 

You swallow. “Thought you didn’t like me very much. Kind of failed at the whole first impression thing.” 

“His love for you is the only thing that ever made me take pause and wonder if I was wrong. You’re a great girl, but I mean it when I say that you’re better than what Brad deserves. I had my doubts, but never about you.” He sighs, resting one of his hands on your shoulder. “I saw how Brad iced out Maverick for a decade. I saw what he was like when he was volatile and vulnerable. I had my doubts that he would let someone like you see those sides of him and stick around. But I’ve also seen Brad at his most loving and he does love you, he really does. He just wants you to let him love you.” 

You give another half-shrug, eyes flickering away from the old man’s face. “I’m not good at this, you know? My parents hated each other. Hated me. I’ve only ever managed to date men who use me and treat me like the dirt beneath their feet and I just- I don’t know how to do all of this.” 

You take a step back from him as you shake your head, a tear slipping down your face. “You say that I’m better than what Bradley deserves but the truth is, he’s better than what I deserve. He’s so kind and funny and he’d do anything for his friends that I just-” 

You break down into tears once more.

“I’m not angry at him. I’m angry at myself for falling for him. I’m angry that allowed myself to put myself in this position when I knew it ended with me getting hurt.” 

“But it doesn’t have to end that way, with you getting hurt.” 

“How could it not?” 

-

“Bradshaw, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at home, trying to fix things with your wife?”

He sighs, taking a long draw from his beer before swinging his head to greet his best friend. “Good to see you too Phoenix.” 

She sighs, shaking her head. “You’ve fucked up.” 

He fiddles with a peanut, attempting to break the shell open. It’s a difficult process, the shell unwilling to budge and finally he sighs, setting it down on the bartop. “Phoenix, what do you want me to say? I know I’ve fucked up. I’ve maybe lost her forever, but- I had to try.” 

She looks at him for a minute before sighing, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms. “Go home Rooster.” 

He shakes his head, eyes downcast on the wooden bartop. “She’s gone. Her flight left this afternoon. and I can’t- I can’t go back to that house, knowing it’s empty. I had her and I lost her.” 

-

The car idles in the driveway. 

He’s not sure what time it is, having lost track between when he left the Hard Deck and drove around aimlessly, avoiding going back to a home full of ghosts. 

But now, he’s even more anxious as his fingertips tap against the steering wheel. 

The porch light is on. 

The porch light shouldn’t be on, not if you left this afternoon like you were supposed. 

Why is the porch light on?

He’d almost be afraid to find out if it wasn’t for the hope suddenly coursing through him. 

Did- did you stay?

[remidyal]

D20 Bad Fic Ideas of the Day

In the D20 fic discord, I semi-regularly post a Bad Idea of the Day, a fic idea I am myself unlikely to ever do much with but feel like throwing out there. I figured I would share some of these here, and who knows, maybe they'll spark something for other writers:

Bad idea of the day: Kristen Applebees, in Junior year, has to deal with the most horrific of new rival clerics: Janet Chili's.

Bad Idea Of The Day, A Crown of Candy edition. Lapin extra secretly is faking being a warlock of the Sugar Plum Fairy and actually IS loyal to the church; he turns on the others in the Cathedral.

Bad idea of the day, not Fantasy High edition - Six months after the fight in Times Square, the remaining members of the Dream Team have to fight the American Dream again, but it's like a video game where you fight an earlier boss later with a minor reskin and it's way less threatening. He's dressed like a used car dealer in an American Flag suit, and attempting to get into the real world simply to take place in a hot dog eating contest. (This one was posted on July 4th.)

Bad idea of the day, not even IH edition: Escape from the Bloodkeep, it turns out that if you feel strong enough emotions about someone then you can accidently forge a soulmate-esque bond that cannot be broken. Unfortunately for Leiland, the fear and hate he has for Galfast Hamhead counts.

Bad idea of the day: Adaine ends up as a warlock of her future self

Bad idea of the day, Never After edition: A fic that's just Henry Hubbard doing all the side quests Brennan wrote up that the IH just walked around

Bad Idea of the Day, Crossover Edition: Binx and Andhera, wondering the mortal realm after ACoFaF, have to go in to try to rescue one of the lost court of craft from that most dangerous of places, New York and its renegade new court, with the maybe-hostile leader in a pantsuit Rowan Berry

Bad idea of the day, ACoFaF edition: Hob actually reveals that he's three goblins in a hobgoblin trenchcoat right at the end of his finale speech to Rue

Bad Idea of the Day, Unsleeping City edition: The Dream Team has to deal with an unusually irritable New York city and a deadly attack on the Vox Phantasma, as an artifact hidden somewhere within the five boroughs has made it so that every living person in New York has a terminal case of insomnia

Bad idea of the day, time travel edition: In an accident of annoying proportions, Ayda finds herself lost in an unknown time in what should be Solace but is calling itself part of Highcourt. Eventually, she discovers a small orphan who doesn't remember his name who starts to follow her around, and she eventually comes to the realization that this is a young Arthur Aguefort.

Bad idea of the day: There is a cloud city full of ninja that is plotting to destroy the city of Leviathan, full of their natural enemies, the pirates.

Bad idea of the day, ASO edition: While Plug is off on his honeymoon, he's hired an all-purpose droid to manage his shop. Can Sundry Sydney keep the shop from shutting down or getting blown up for two weeks while waiting on Plug to get back?

Bad idea of the day, the Unsleeping City edition: Pete finds out that every 10 years, representatives of New York, Chicago, Detroit, and various other cities must gather together and fight to the death over which city's pizza will be perceived as the best for the next decade, and he's up to bat for New York.

Bad idea of the day, Remi's at the beach edition: Due to an incredibly poor choice of Arthur Aguefort's, one party every summer is responsible for the maintenance of a lighthouse on a secluded cursed island that comes under frequent attacks from the undead of those lost at sea. Can they manage to not kill each other after staying in a small isolated place together for three months?

Bad idea of the day, Remi is still on vacation edition: Following the disrespect of what happened in Fh and Fhsy Sol issues a proclaimation that unless Kristen Applebees and Arthur Aguefort are brought to justice, there will never again be a satisfactory beach day in Solace

Bad idea of the day, class swap edition: Adaine flunks out of Hudol at a way younger age and, desperately trying to find something she can do and also thrilled at the idea of getting away from her family for the summer gets herself signed up for a summer ranger youth program, being run by one Sandra Lynn Faeth. Bonus fun: she's literally the only child who signed up.

Bad idea of the day: An evil bad kids AU, except instead of the serious curse-driven version of this I have, it's like the ridiculous old star trek episodes where every mirror universe character has just absurd facial hair and wildly different personalities in ways that don't actually make sense

Bad idea of the day, My Escapism Fantasy Is Now Just It Not Being 95 Degrees and 80% Humid Edition: It's winter in Elmville and the first good snow of the year has arrived, which means it's time for an Aguefort tradition: An all-out snowball brawl between all of the school's parties to see who is the most frosty group around. Can the bad kids get over their much more natural inclination towards fire to pull out a victory?

Bad idea of the day, meta edition: A class swap AU where the classes and subclasses are directly taken from a different season but the same player.

Bad Idea of the Day, The Unsleeping City edition: After a run of strong retro advertising, the Dream Team must defeat a large number of the most evil imaginary things of all: Corporate mascots. Can they avoid the noid, stop the energizer bunny, and murder the Geico Caveman before fifteen minutes or less pass?

Bad idea of the day, it's 3 am in an apartment edition: A fic focused on Ayda's incarnation that first arrived in Leviathan and her construction of the Compass Points and seizing of the role of quartermaster of knowledge.

Bad idea of the day, pirate shanties edition: Fabian is a bard from the start, but can only work magic while on a ship because he gets too embarrassed to sing a shanty on land.

Bad idea of the day, editor edition: Adaine gets hold of one of my favorite magical items of all time, a spellbook that allows you to modify spells on the fly by adding, removing, or changing a single letter. For example, Sleep could instead become Sleet, to make an area icy terrain, or Disguise Self could instead be made into Disguise Elf to change the appearance of any elf.

Bad idea of the day, middle of the night edition: Adaine, in real need of some money following the events of FHSY, opens a paid service Oracle line and is deeply surprised and disappointed when she finds herself mostly ending up giving romantic advice.

Bad idea of the day, Remi's been watching cooking shows edition: Kitchen Nightmare King, who comes into your dreams and leaves you raving mad unless you manage to get at least an 8/10 on the dish you cook in 75 minutes or less in your dream.

Bad Idea of the Day: A year has come and gone, and it's time for the Hangvan's safety inspection. Has Gorgug sufficiently figured out all of the van's various systems to be safe, or will one of the mechanics accidentally trigger the weapons or the self-destruct?

Bad idea of the day, Grandfather was in a MOOD when he invented geese edition: It's the Bad Kid's senior year, and they've received the most dangerous quest assignment of all; a babysitting request for a ten year old wild magic sorcerer of some strange lineage and complete and utterly chaotic alignment named Peep Featherfowl.

Bad idea of the day, labor relations edition: Tired of the high lethality rate, the adventurers of Solace go on strike until the government agrees to assist in funding resurrections and other healing measures. This trickles all the way down to the very youngest adventurers, those of the Aguefort Adventuring Academy. Can they avoid being tricked by the wily Vice Principal Goldenhoard into accidentally becoming scabs?

(Bad idea of the day, parenthetical edition: Adaine in her junior year receives another divine appointment to a position she does not want and cannot get out of save by dying (or in this case, graduating): Editor of the Aguefort school newspaper.)

[mikodrawnnarratives]

Headcanon (spoilers for Supernova by Marissa Meyer):

Nova's hearing was partially damaged since the explosion in chapter 11 and after her time in prison, she becomes even more sensitive to loud noises.

Imagine the fun ways of the rest of the crew could find out!! :D

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

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𝐖 ─ Where Butterflies Never Die - Broken Iris 𝐈 ─ Island - SVRCINA 𝐓 ─ The Summoning - Sleep Token 𝐂 ─ Con Clavi Con Dio - Ghost 𝐇 ─ Hope It Haunts You - Citizen Soldier 𝐂 ─ Cirice - Ghost 𝐑 ─ Romancing A Stranger - The Reign of Kindo 𝐀 ─ Ascensionism - Sleep Token 𝐅 ─ False Kings - Poets of the Fall 𝐓 ─ The Death of Peace of Mind - Bad Omens 𝐀 ─ Arsonist's Lullaby - Hozier 𝐍 ─ Nights in White Satin - The Moody Blues 𝐃 ─ Don't Fear The Reaper - Gus Black 𝐁 ─ Burn The Witch - Shawn James 𝐔 ─ Uneasy Hearts Weigh The Most - Dance Gavin Dance 𝐑 ─ Ricochet- Starset 𝐈 ─ Insomnia - Kamelot 𝐀 ─ Atlantic - Sleeping At Last 𝐋 ─ Love Me Dead - Ludo 𝐃 ─ Delirium - Epica 𝐈 ─ I Hear A Symphony - Cody Fry 𝐑 ─ Renegade - Aaryan Shah 𝐓 ─ Take Me Back To Eden - Sleep Token

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[ilovenovaartino]

My list of reasons why I love the Renegades trilogy:

The diversity of characters

The friendships made between Sketch’s team

Nova and Adrian’s relationship dynamic (black cat gf x golden retriever bf)

Strong female character

Character development from both POV’s

Double POV

Epic battle scenes

THAT PLOT TWIST

[someonewhogotanaccount]

Aaaaaand my Renegades obsession is back. Hi, Insomnia, hi, Nightmare, good to see you again!

[kylo-wrecked]

emotions!

bold = always - italics = sometimes{/some verses} - strike = never{/if you're being iRoNIC}

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modern au | ben prestor solo, the senator's son

Happiness:

Being unable to stop smiling. Laughter. Bear hugs. Happy tears. Waving arms around. Dancing. Contentedly sighing. Eyes twinkling. Laugh lines. Childlike playfulness. Skipping. Talking more. Talking louder. Affection. Cracking more jokes than usual. Gesturing more when talking. Higher pitched voice. Squealing. Jumping around. Clapping. Singing / humming. 

Sadness:

Tearing up. Self-hugging. One-arm cross. An aching chest. Scratchy throat. A runny nose. Turning away. Deep breaths. Quivery smiles. Crying. Infantile sobbing. Hands gripping each other or an object. Speaking less. Taking up less space. Covering mouth. Puffy eyes. Eyes appear red. Voice breaking. A distant or empty stare. Monotone voice. Asking for comfort. Faking a smile. Crumbling. Shaking. Whimpering. Depression. Abusing an unhealthy habit. Withdrawing from others. Big teary eyes. Doing something even if it could hurt them. 

Anger:

Furrowed brows. Baring teeth. Passive-aggressive comments. Avoiding eye contact. Sarcasm. Headache. Sore muscles. Hiding clenched fists. Irritability. Jumping to conclusions. Raising voice. Going silent. Demanding immediate action. Keeping it all in until exploding. Body tensing. Making risky decisions. Middle finger. 

Fear:

Wanting to flee or hide. What-ifs. Images of what-could-be flashing in mind. Uncontrollable trembling. Rapid breathing. Screaming. A skewed sense of time. Irritability. Keeping silent. Denying fear. Turning away from the cause. Pretending to be brave. Nail-biting. Lip-biting. Scratching skin. A joking tone but a voice that cracks. Fainting. Insomnia. Panic attacks. Exhaustion. Substance abuse. Tics. Rushing adrenaline. Face draining of colour. Hair lifting on the back of the neck. Feeling rooted to the spot. Making body as small as possible. Staring but not seeing. Crying. A shrill voice. Whispering. Gripping something or someone. Stuttering. Flinching at noises. Pleading. Feeling sick. 

Exhaustion:

Constantly yawning. Blurring words together. Dark circles or lines under eyes. Mood swings. Hallucinations. Calling people by the wrong name. Dizziness. Denying they’re tired. Slow blinking. Trouble concentrating. Stumbling. Leaning on a doorframe for support. Sluggish movements. Falling asleep someplace that isn’t a bed. Becoming irritated by the smallest things. “I’m awake, I’m fine.” Shaking so bad they spill their drink. Fall asleep in their clothes. Lay their head on the table because they’re so tired. Passing out.

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dark ren au | the renegade

Happiness:

Being unable to stop smiling. Laughter. Bear hugs. Happy tears. Waving arms around. Dancing. Contentedly sighing. Eyes twinkling. Laugh lines. Childlike playfulness. Skipping. Talking more. Talking louder. Affection. Cracking more jokes than usual. Gesturing more when talking. Higher pitched voice. Squealing. Jumping around. Clapping. Singing / humming. 

Sadness:

Tearing up. Self-hugging. One-arm cross. An aching chest. Scratchy throat. A runny nose. Turning away. Deep breaths. Quivery smiles. Crying. Infantile sobbing. Hands gripping each other or an object. Speaking less. Taking up less space. Covering mouth. Puffy eyes. Eyes appear red. Voice breaking. A distant or empty stare. Monotone voice. Asking for comfort. Faking a smile. Crumbling. Shaking. Whimpering. Depression. Abusing an unhealthy habit. Withdrawing from others. Big teary eyes. Doing something even if it could hurt them. 

Anger:

Furrowed brows. Baring teeth. Passive-aggressive comments. Avoiding eye contact. Sarcasm. Headache. Sore muscles. Hiding clenched fists. Irritability. Jumping to conclusions. Raising voice. Going silent. Demanding immediate action. Keeping it all in until exploding. Body tensing. Making risky decisions. Middle finger. 

Fear:

Wanting to flee or hide. What-ifs. Images of what-could-be flashing in mind. Uncontrollable trembling. Rapid breathing. Screaming. A skewed sense of time. Irritability. Keeping silent. Denying fear. Turning away from the cause. Pretending to be brave. Nail-biting. Lip-biting. Scratching skin. A joking tone but a voice that cracks. Fainting. Insomnia. Panic attacks. Exhaustion. Substance abuse. Tics. Rushing adrenaline. Face draining of colour. Hair lifting on the back of the neck. Feeling rooted to the spot. Making body as small as possible. Staring but not seeing. Crying. A shrill voice. Whispering. Gripping something or someone. Stuttering. Flinching at noises. Pleading. Feeling sick. 

Exhaustion:

Constantly yawning. Blurring words together. Dark circles or lines under eyes. Mood swings. Hallucinations. Calling people by the wrong name. Dizziness. Denying they’re tired. Slow blinking. Trouble concentrating. Stumbling. Leaning on a doorframe for support. Sluggish movements. Falling asleep someplace that isn’t a bed. Becoming irritated by the smallest things. “I’m awake, I’m fine.” Shaking so bad they spill their drink. Fall asleep in their clothes. Lay their head on the table because they’re so tired. Passing out.

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