#sorry my rat ass had to but it's TRUE

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the jfo fandom and merricals are not being fed ON SCHEDULE

[icrypop]

"Fatherly Advice"

TMNT 2012 Donatello

2012! Donnie x Fem! Reader

Fluuufffffyyyy

Hiya my lil bookworms, hope everyone is weellllll! I know its taken me a hot minute but my jobs kicking ass right now :') I'm so sorry and I'll try to update more but also give people chances to request!!! ANyway, thought this was cute cuz Splinter from 2012 is like... an awesome father figure and I love Donnie soooo- Here is some fluff!! Also, definitely make sure to check out writer Grem's stuff, they're working hard right now<3

ANYWAY, Requests are 100% open so pleaaaaseee ask away<33

-Writer Icy<3 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

In the serene and dimly lit dojo beneath the bustling streets of New York City, Master Splinter sat in quiet meditation. The soft glow of candlelight flickered against the walls, casting gentle shadows that danced around the room. His keen ears caught the sound of hesitant footsteps approaching.

"Enter," he called, his voice calm and inviting.

A young girl with h/c hair stepped into the dojo, her eyes filled with uncertainty. Y/n had been a friend of the Turtles for some time, often joining them on their adventures. Recently, however, her heart had become overwhelmed with emotions she struggled to understand.

"Master Splinter," Y/n began, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need your advice."

Splinter opened his eyes and looked at her with a kind and knowing gaze. "Sit, my child. Tell me what troubles you."

Y/n took a deep breath and sat cross-legged before the wise old rat. "I... I think I've caught feelings for Donatello," she admitted, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "But I don't know what to do. I don't want to ruin our friendship or make things awkward between us, especially if he has a crush on April."

Splinter nodded slowly, considering her words. "Love is a powerful and beautiful emotion, Y/n. It is natural to feel uncertain when your heart is involved. Tell me, what is it about Donatello that draws you to him?"

Y/n smiled softly, her eyes lighting up as she thought of Donnie. "He's so intelligent and kind. He's always thinking of others and working so hard to help everyone. He's brave, but he also has this gentle side that... that makes me feel safe and cared for."

Splinter's whiskers twitched in amusement. "Donatello is indeed a remarkable young turtle. Your feelings for him are understandable and sincere."

Y/n sighed, her shoulders relaxing slightly. "But what if he doesn't feel the same way? Or what if it makes things complicated with the team?"

Splinter reached out and gently placed a hand on Y/n's shoulder. "In matters of the heart, there is always a risk. But love is not something to be feared. It is a gift to be cherished. If you speak honestly and openly with Donatello, you will find your path."

Y/n looked up at Splinter, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Master Splinter. Your words mean a lot to me."

"Remember, Y/n," Splinter continued, "Love requires patience, understanding, and courage. If your feelings are true, they will find their way. And no matter the outcome, your bond with Donatello and the rest of the Turtles will endure."

Y/n nodded, feeling a sense of calm wash over her. "I will talk to him. Thank you for the advice sensei."

Splinter smiled warmly. "Go with confidence, my child. Trust in your heart and in Donatello's."

With newfound resolve, Y/n stood and bowed respectfully before leaving the dojo. As she made her way to the lab where Donatello was undoubtedly working on his latest invention, she felt a renewed sense of hope. Whatever the future held, she knew that Master Splinter's wisdom would guide her through the challenges ahead.

And in the quiet of the dojo, Splinter returned to his meditation, his heart full of pride for his son and the young girl who had bravely sought his counsel.

Donnie's POV~

Donatello adjusted his goggles, his focus completely absorbed by the precision needed to tend to the chemicals in front of him. The hum of machinery and the faint scent of chemicals filled the air, creating a familiar and comforting backdrop to his work. He was in his element, surrounded by the tools and gadgets that defined his world.

"Hey, Donnie," a voice called out, pulling him from his concentration.

He looked up, a smile spreading across his face as he saw Y/n standing at the entrance of his lab. Her presence was always a welcome distraction, though he could tell something was different this time. There was a nervousness in her eyes that made his heart skip a beat.

"Hey, Y/n! What's up? Need help with something?" he asked, setting his tools aside.

Y/n stepped closer, her eyes locking onto his. "Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something important."

Donatello's curiosity piqued, and he gave her his full attention. "Sure, what's on your mind?" He asked, raising his goggles.

Y/n took a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly. "Donnie, we've been through a lot together, and I really value our friendship. But lately, I've been feeling something more. I think… I know...Okay...I have feelings for you Donnie."

Donatello's eyes widened in surprise, his mind racing to process her words. "Y/n, I… I don't know what to say."

Before he could find the right words, a loud hissing sound filled the lab. Donnie's eyes darted to a beaker on his workbench, which was boiling over and fizzing violently.

"Oh no!" he exclaimed, rushing to grab a towel.

Before he could reach it, the top of the beaker exploded with a small, harmless pop, sending a shower of foam and liquid across the lab. Donatello and Y/n were both splattered with the pink fizzing mixture.

For a moment, there was stunned silence. Then, Y/n burst into laughter, her eyes sparkling with amusement. Donatello couldn't help but join in, his own laughter filling the lab.

"Well, that was unexpected," Y/n said, wiping foam from her face.

Donnie grinned, shaking his head. "I guess I got a little distracted. Thankfully, the mixture wasn't harmful."

They both laughed again, the tension of the moment melting away. Donatello reached out and wiped a bit of foam from Y/n's cheek, his touch lingering a moment longer than necessary.

"You know, Y/n," he said softly, "even with exploding beakers, this has been one of the best moments of my life."

Y/n's heart swelled with warmth, and she leaned into his soft touch. "Mine too, Donnie."

Donatello took a deep breath, his eyes locking onto hers with a newfound determination. "Y/n, I need you to know something. I've had feelings for you too, for a long time. I was always afraid to say anything because I didn't want to risk our friendship. But now, I don't want to hide it anymore. I care about you so much and I do reciprocate those feelings."

Leah's eyes widened in surprise and joy. "Really? What about April?"

Donatello nodded, his expression earnest. "Yes, Y/n. I got over April. Look, You're amazing, and I want to be with you...I-If you'll be my girlfriend, that is..."

They stood there for a moment, Donnie reaching slowly to hold her hand gently. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in their shared happiness.

In that moment she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close foe a hug. he hesitantly wrapped his arms around her, stiffly before relaxing slowly. It was quiet a promise of many more moments to come, filled with love, laughter, and the bond that had brought them together.

As they cleaned up the lab side by side, their hearts were light, knowing that they had taken the first step on a new and exciting journey together. Donatello couldn't help but feel a sense of joy and contentment, knowing that Leah felt the same way. And with her by his side, he knew that their adventures would be even more special.

Little did the duo know, Splinter was just outside, listening to the whole exchange with a proud smile on his face, "That's my son." he nodded and made his way back to the dojo to continue his meditation.

[winterlynightlystories]

My nocturnal serenade

Tw; Sukuna being Sukuna I guess. Angst!

Do not copy or steal my work please

Sukuna/Sorcerer!Male!Reader

Note; I had this story in mind for a long time. Probably will make a part two! I just wanted some angst with our favourite curse.

Summary; Facing your tomb, Sukuna still remembers you a thousand years later. Yet, you still find a way to surprise him.

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Standing there, on the doorstep of your tomb, stuck in a kid's body, Sukuna felt strangely numb. Of course, he knew you could not still be alive after a thousand years. After all, you were nothing but a mortal.

His mortal.

His sworn enemy.

His greatest and dearest lover.

Your smell and the sound of your heartbeat haunted every second of his awakening, leaving a hole in his existence. Freedom had, somehow, lost its taste. Because what was freedom if you weren't here to fight him? To taunt him and force him to surpass his own limits?

Sukuna almost grunted, feeling Yuji poke at his cheek where his eyes normally opened. The kid was a pain in his ass. Somehow the damn kid had provoked him enough that Sukuna had, accidentally, mentioned you.

And of course, the brat had run to Gojo Satoru before Sukuna could force him to silence.

And now here they were. Forcing themselves inside your last resting place. It felt so wrong. A feeling Sukuna wasn't used to and hated.

- “My, my! Look at that door!” exclaimed Gojo, a big smile plastered on his face.

- “Senseï, what door?” asked Nobara, pointing at the rock slab against the ground. “That's just a big rock.”

Sukuna felt anger rise inside him. How dare she, a worm, judge it? He could remember you whining about your family's luxurious tomb and how you hated it. You just wanted a humble grave. Nothing fancier than a commoner would get. He didn't understand at first, because you deserved so much more than a hole in the ground.

‘At last, no one shall find and disturb me.’ you had told him.

And it was true until now. Could he really let those rats desecrate your tomb?

- “ Yeah, doesn't look like it. The guy was apparently humble enough to refuse to be buried with the rest of his family.” replied Gojo, cracking his fingers. “I call bullshit. Pretty sure by opening it, we will find one or more of Sukuna's fingers.”

- “Why?” the question came from Megumi who stared at the tomb.

- “Why? But because he was a traitor of course!” exclaimed Gojo, chuckling.

For a second, Sukuna only saw red.

The next, his fist hit Gojo Satoru right on the jaw, sending the sorcerer flying back a couple of yards. By his side, both of Yuji's friends screamed the name of their senseï. And as fast as he got it, Sukuna lost control of his vessel's body.

- “Oh my God, Senseï! I'm so sorry!” Yuji's voice was disgustingly guilty.

Again, Sukuna didn't care. He just couldn't let that piece of shit talk badly about you. Not after everything you did for those fuckers you called friends or family.

Not when he could remember your last conversation together.

Your last request.

His faces rested against your naked chest, ear pressed hard to listen to your heartbeat. He wanted, no, needed to hear it one last time and memorize it. For this was the last time you two would be together. The next time, you would fight until one died.

The silence was heavy, and Sukuna savoured the feeling of your fingers playing with his hair and the heat of your body against his. Then, you had to talk.

- “Sukuna, I want you to kill me.”

- “What?”

- “You heard me right.” you chuckled, pulling his hair playfully. “Only one of us shall stand, the next time we met. And I do not want it to be me. I made my part, now I want to rest. I'm tired of fighting.” You slapped his shoulder before adding; “Imagine how much fear they will all have? They won't call you ‘King’ anymore, but God. Wouldn't you like it? It sounds so nice.”

It did sound nice. But only on paper, because the only thought of your lifeless body laying on the cold ground made him upset. Sukuna couldn't bare the thought.

-” Oi, are you listening to me?”

-”Yes.” he replied, his arms closing tighter around you.

Your hand stopped playing with his hair and came resting against the nape of his neck. He heard you sigh.

-”You do not like my idea, do you?”

-”I would rather have you by my side forever than lose you to the cold embrace of Death.” he said, lips moving against your skin. He felt you slap his shoulder again.

-”If I was a curse, I’ll make those legs my necklace!” you said, kicking his legs.

-”And if you were a curse, I’ll let you!” he chuckled, feeling you laugh.

-”As if!”

-”Oi! Are you calling me a liar?” he asked, falsely offended.

-” Well, I’m not calling you a truth-teller.”

At that, Sukuna smiled.

-”But, I am serious. I wish to die by your hand. Life without you will be boring. You are the only good fighting partner I have.”

-”Let’s make a deal. I’ll accept at one condition; if I’m vanquished first, eat my heart so I can be by your side until your last breath.”

-”And you eat mine if I die first.” you replied and Sukuna could swore he heard your smirk in your voice.

-”You got yourself a deal.”

-”You know... The sound of your legs as a necklace sound pretty tempting.”

-”Shut up!”

And again, you laughed. At the moment, it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.

Gojo walked back to the group, his blindfold gone and blood dripping from his split lips. Yuki wouldn't shut up and kept saying he was sorry and asking his teacher if he was fine. The cruel and cold smile on the sorcerer's only told Sukuna that Gojo had all anticipated.

- “Ah! Don't worry Yuji. It only proves my point.” The blue eyes stared at the one Sukuna had opened. “So he really was your whore, huh?”

- “He was less a whore than you. Own many prostitutes did you whore yourself to? I'll bet more than you have hair on your head.” Sukuna barked, voice growling. If only he was truly in control!

- “Sorry!” said Yuji, slapping the demonic mouth.

After that, the group returned to the tomb. Again, Sukuna hated it. You just wanted to rest, be left alone. Now, he had to stand there, powerless, and let them do as they pleased.

A part of him also refused to see your remains.

His last memory of you was of your bloody body. Of the plead in your eyes as your lips mouthed ‘please’ and he mouthed back ‘I can’t. He had seen the chock, then the understanding in those beautiful eyes of yours.

Powerless, Sukuna could only watch them take the rock slab away. With one look to the inside, pure joy filled him and Sukuna burst laughing.

-”Senseï, what does it mean? Where’s the body?” asked Yuji as he jumped in the hole, grabbing the only thing the tomb held. “What is that?”

The kid showed the object; one big monstrous heart carved in black stone and fused to it, another heart, but human.

- “Troubles. A lot of it.” said Gojo, grave, his eyes on Sukuna's mouth and eye.

[joesalw]

I know you’ve probably gotten thousands of rants just like this one from newly turned ex-swifties, but I really need to get this out of me and you’ve clearly turned your blog into some kind of support group so…

I listened to “But Daddy, I love him”, and I’ve never been so pissed off by a song. Sorry that I don’t like your racist rat-looking boyfriend??? And then she dares to be like: “I’d want to live in the 1830s if it wasn’t racist.” I saw a comment on some social media, I can’t remember which one, but it was like “Taylor when racism in 1830: >:( Taylor when racism in 2023: :).” And it’s 100% true.

But I think the worst part is that now that I’m distancing myself from the hivemind, I’m noticing how delusional and deranged swifties are. I saw one swiftie saying we all should write an apology letter and sign it??? What do we need to apologize for??? Not liking racism??? What’s next, we ask black people to apologize for advocating for the dismantlement of slavery??? Or segregation???

And this wasn’t an easy realization, either, I was heartbroken when I first heard the lyrics, and read the stuff Swifties were saying. And I feel so stupid about that because it’s not like Taylor or Swifties have ever hidden their self-entitlement. She’s never spoken up about Palestine, she’s a carbon criminal, she’s a white feminist, and she’s never said anything about Swifties being racist to artists like Beyonce or SZA! 

Also, the album just sucked. I listened to all 31 songs, none of them stuck out to me, and I was bored within minutes. This sounds like something a sixteen-year-old would right, which is strange because she’s thirty-four. I could name five songs from the albums she wrote when she was a teenager that had better lyrics than anything on this album. Two years my ass. She cannot be serious.

welcome to the therapy session 🫶get it all out🫶

[routersims]

president mind situation my take AND WHY I WAS WRONGLY BANNED!!!! (and why you shouldnt hate me!) TW/CW: mentions of shipping (sorta) and nsfw (chonny jash

this gonna be a long wall of text just sayin.. but pleeaaase read im tired of people slandering my name when im not bad.

im way better than the people who got me banned i was literally a scapegoat bro.. cordial and corey and all them mfs are so weird but thats a whole different thing

OK!! FIRST: Addressing the things i was banned for.

i was banned for hms sex jokes and erp yea true there is literally proof of the sex jokes but they're nothing but jokes even ppl who are told of the incident laugh at the screenshots because its so obvious that i WAS KIDDING. and being banned for erp? with no proof? really? yeah whatever literally none of what i did wrong was in the rules. especially for out of server stuff YEAH. IT WAS OUTSIDE THE FUCKING SERVER… IT WAS ALL IN A PRIVATE GROUP CHAT AND SOMETIMES (RARELY) DMS. everyone in the group chat was completely and 100% fine with EVERYTHING happening! everyone had said so. (let me clarify: there was no out of server rules when we were banned, they added them so they can fucking control their server members over shit like this like bffr.) stuff in the rp wasnt supposed to make anyone uncomfortable or be serious in anyway when it came to sexual stuff, the rp itself actually existed outside of the groupchat with extensive lore but it wasn't really sexual at all. the rp was kept private SO PEOPLE WOULDNT BE UNCOMFORTABLE.. even so, it being private wasnt enough apparently because some little rats had to jump into a place they didnt belong and build a whole ass story off the shit I did wrong?? when i literally did NOTHING against the rules. sure you can be like "oohh you were sexualizing chonny jash" sure! hms were there but we never mentioned chonny himself. we treated all three of them like our own ocs and completely unaffiliated with him, we thought it was fucking weird to sexualize chonny in anyway. (soul wasnt sexualized and anyone else in the rp were just OCs).

i never meant to make anyone uncomfortable, I never meant to make chonny uncomfortable i never meant to do ANYTHING wrong. I didnt think i was doing anything wrong. I didnt do anything wrong by the rules. IT WAS ALL PRIVATE. it was all JOKES. other people (CORDIAL) literally make hms nsfw jokes (AND JUST NSFW) about HMS in PUBLIC and get less backlash than i did? like are you serious? what is this favoritism? what did i even do wrong against the rules or in general if we just fucking allow this stuff?

you all act like im a piece of shit and problematic for what I did. but, I wasnt sexualizing chonny jash. I wasnt making anyone uncomfortable. I wasnt being weird in public. I was just a stupid kid bro, I know what I did was wrong. I'm sorry if you want to hear. i havent erped or done anything sexual since that whole thing.. ESPECIALLY NOT WITH CHONNY JASH!!! i dont even rp HMS in general AT ALL and avoid it outside of my roblox group + youtube channel.

Seriously guys It's been a fucking year I'm tired of you dragging my name when you dont know the whole story. you only know the things said by sal and the people who got me banned and they're ALL FUCKING WEIRDER THAN ME.

they fucking ran into something that wasnt their business, they stole screenshots from a groupchat they werent even in and fucking plotted getting us banned for like a week or two? like how odd are you? cordial's weird. cordial did / does the same shit i did that got me banned BUT WORSE. cordial does even more weird shit I can't disclose because the person who came out to me asked me not to. i quite literally was a scapegoat for this fucking weirdos and im so tired of having my name dragged because of them.

now, Sal?? sals a fucking weirdo too. like how are you the owner of a fucking huge fan server and when your server member gets wrongfully banned you continuously TALK SHIT IN PUBLIC CHAT ABOUT THE WHOLE SITUATION? what kind of a fucking owner are you? you really sat there telling EVERYONE about the situation, dragging my name, and for what. because you were bored? you're a fucking adult and im a minor. need i bring up the weird shit you say in general chat too? i remember seeing you saying weird shit about a server member wearing a collar. fucking creep. now lets talk about the other admins!

who are you—fucking adults when the whole situation was with minros—to ban us out of fucking no where when it wasnt against the rules and private. then fucking drag our names with it. YOU ARE ADULTS. WE ARE KIDS. WE WERE DUMB KIDS. mind your fucking business instead of making it a whole big deal and making everyone hate us for over a fucking year.

HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO STRESS THIS? WE. WERE. DUMB. KIDS. I'M SORRY! I AM. If i made you uncomfortable, tell me! i will personally respond and give you a fucking apology and im 100% serious bro just stop treating me like im a fucking monster.

all I ever wanted to fucking do was make you people laugh and have fun with you then you fucking get me banned and drag my name and call me problematic when the shit i did WASNT EVEN BAD.

i dont care, if you forgive me i'll forgive you and we can forget everything but you have to fucking see my side of the story. you have to look me in the eyes and understand where im coming from; if you're even willing. i dont hate any of you, I still love the community (maybe not chonny jash as much just because I still feel guilty..) and I just wish I could come back and be accepted for the funny gal I once was known as.

I didnt know I was doing anything wrong, not until I was fucking banned out of the blue without being asked my side of the story. until I got that banned message with no context, without a fucking explanation without ANY reasoning or reaching out to me. suddenly everyone I loved in the server where I met all of my friends hated me and thought I was problematic?? i was so fucking sad and confused and nobody gave a SHIT about me.

ur server died and sucks since u banned me btw should've minded your FUCKING BUSINESS. but thats besides the point,

you mods suck. the people who got me banned, suck. the people who slander my name when you dont understand, SUCK!!! and im sorry. im sorry for everything, im sorry for making you uncomfortable and upset, even if I was wronged. I dont know how many times I have to say it or beg to be understood or how many CJ fans I have to re-meet and tell me im really cool and didnt deserve what happened until you actually fucking understand and let me back in, because Im not a piece of shit! im probably the nicest person you'll ever meet, if you even fucking bother to meet me.

i forgive you, please just forgive me and recognize the fact that i aint a monster or problematic.. im just a stupid kid who didnt mean to do any wrong and ive grown since then.

I'll clear up one more thing, because as you know I'm dating mortis (THE MORTIS) and shes a lot more problematic than me:

mortis does her own things and when we started dating she didnt act like this and I know there's kindness in her thats why I dont leave her for her actions. I dont support all the stuff she does, not at all. I'm afraid to talk to her about it (hi mortis you're definitely reading this!) I love her, even though she does the stuff she does.

I'm pro-Palestine, and I love and support everyone regardless if I know you or not. in order to function, we have to all see eachother eye-to-eye. I don't think any of you are insane, or "mentally ill freaks", I love everyone. except you cordial fuck you but I do love everyone else. even if I have a differing opinion, or think a certain way about you or your behavior, I'm not gonna hate on you or go out of my way to bully you like she does and I apologize on her behalf for the things she has said.

separate me from her actions please, I love her and I could never bring myself to leave her unless she actually does physically hurt someone or do something else insanely bad (p.s. shes also pro-palestine she just um is weird about it. clearing that up)

I like chonny jash still (mostly CCCC), I like the community still, I love my girlfriend, I love everyone and I just want to make everyone happy and smile so please stop dragging my fucking name. I. AM. SORRYYY!!! I have so many people that can vouch for me in the community and outside of it, please for once just listen to me and them.

sorry for bad grammar/formatting and repeating myself I'm really trying to get my point across here and just thinking as I type.. (no this is not president mind returning, he wont ever be this is just routersims here and im trying to get people to like me again, maybe!!! maybe even unban me!!!!!!!! im fucking innocent!!!!!)

yea thats about it guys

this is for mortis: hi if you;re reading this / still reading this I didnt mean to hurt you in any way by that I really really love you but a lot of the things you do are really evil and youu probably shouldnt be doing them.. everyone is a person, it's everyone's first time living. we're all scared and confused and hurting people for how they are or the things they like really isnt helping anyone.. i love you so much and I always will but lets be nicer okay? you can bring this up in vc if you're still worried about me being mad at you and stuff but im not and I love you

ok bye

ps. adding chonny jash tag cuz my friends are telling me to, im not trying to get chonny to see it.. just adding this little note!

[valleyof-goldenlilies]

Se Zaldrizoti’ Prumia - Chapter 6: The Secrets of The Red Keep (Daemon Targaryen x Tyrell!Reader)

Chapter 6: The Secrets of The Red Keep 

In the Red Keep, it’s not just the rats that creep, but secrets too. And in the game of thrones, secrets kill as much as rats carrying plague do.

Se Zaldrīzoti' Prūmia Masterlist | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | 

HOTD Masterlist | Main Masterlist | 

Warnings: Lots of stuff happening, Viserys being an L as always, Y/N being kind of an ass, slow burnnnnnnnnnn

Word Count: 7.7k words (so. much. is. happening.) 

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire and Blood characters, save for Y/N Tyrell, although I did expand on their characterisation, which might deviate from canon. All credit for the characters goes to George RR Martin and the showrunners of HOTD. The GIF above is also not mine, original credit to the creator is stated above. Go check them out! 

A/N: Here it is, you guys! I’m so sorry it came later than expected 😭 and that it is much longer than expected too. But I snuck in a Daemon cameo at the end so 😁 I hope you guys enjoy! 

lovely dividers courtesy of @firefly-graphics​ !

It was drawing nigh six months since Prince Daemon’s disinheritance and subsequent departure to Dragonstone. All across the realm, winter had reached its end, and flecks of green have begun dotting the bare trees once more. The smallfolk’s chatter and laughter grew gradually in abundance, as with spring always comes the promise of new beginnings. 

The nobles too, harboured the hope for new beginnings. Gowns and coats of fur were swapped out for attire of lighter fabrics, and the misery caused by the chill of winter were replaced with eager ambition to propel themselves into the centre of power. And no one seemed to exemplify that more than the Lady Y/N Tyrell. 

Gone was the devoted, yet somewhat prickly and brash lady-in-waiting of the late Queen. In its place, was someone much changed. Where in the past she had served Queen Aemma, these days, she was akin to a second shadow to the Princess Rhaenyra, heir to the Iron Throne, even moreso than her usual companion, the Lady Alicent. The kinder whispers expressed gladness that the Lady Y/N had taken pity on the Princess, who had lost her mother at such a young age, and had stepped up as a maternal figure in an act of benevolence. The more vicious gossips, however, sniggered that mayhaps Lady Y/N had been possessed by the spirit of a particularly determined leech. “The rose sinks its thorns into another dragon after one passes,” they mocked. 

All these whispers you heard, but you simply did not possess the means to care. ‘Words are wind,’ you scoffed to yourself. Although…Tis’ true you were leveraging on your close connections with the Princess…but it was for self preservation. With Aemma and Daemon gone, you had gotten close to Rhaenyra, becoming something akin of a mother figure to her, which made your influence at court grow exponentially. Having the favour of the heir to the throne was a powerful thing, and you intended to use it to serve your own means. However, you couldn’t shake off your feeling of guilt for using Rhaenyra this way. You oft wondered if Aemma would approve of you doing so if she was still alive. But if she were…then there would have been no need for you to do this. You swallowed down the painful lump in your throat. It doesn’t matter now, you told yourself sternly. The dead are the dead, as Daemon said, and as long as you were alive, you would do whatever it takes to make sure you stayed at the Red Keep. 

You arrived at the castle sept, where Rhaenyra was standing to the side while Alicent was kneeling in the midst of prayer. You curtsied to Rhaenyra, whose face lit up as soon as she saw you, though it did little to lighten the visible gloom on her face. 

“Your Grace,” you greeted softly. “I told you so many times that you should call me by my name, Y/N,” Rhaenyra chided softly. You smiled apologetically, “Apologies, it is a force of habit.” Rhaenyra smiled wistfully, “You always called me by my name when Mother was…” her voice trailed off and her head drooped. You tilted your head in Alicent’s direction, “You’re not praying?” Rhaenyra hesitated, “I must confess that I’ve never really prayed before..” 

You smiled, guiding her to where Alicent was kneeling. “Well, no time to begin like the present, then.” You took notice of the figure she was praying to: The Mother. How fitting. 

Kneeling down next to Alicent, you felt Rhaenyra tentatively do so next to you. Alicent offered the both of you candles, and you showed Rhaenyra how to light them. The three of you knelt there in silence for a while, minds occupied with your own vastly different thoughts. “I find…” Alicent spoke gingerly, “That this is a way to be with my mother. Here in the quiet of the sept.” She hesitates, looking back at the statue of the Mother. “Does it sound foolish?” 

“I don’t think it sounds foolish,” Rhaenyra piped up next to you. 

Alicent smiled at that, before turning to you, observing how your eyes were watching the figure of the Mother pensively. “Do you pray often, Y/N?” You smiled wistfully, “Piety was never one of my stronger suits, I’m afraid. But I remember…when I lost my lady mother, I prayed day and night that I wouldn’t be sent back to Highgarden.” 

“You disliked your home?” Rhaenyra asked softly. You pondered over her question, before shaking your head slightly. “To me, Highgarden never really felt like home. Perhaps it was because I had been born and raised in the Red Keep for most of my days, but I consider King’s Landing to be my only home.” You didn’t tell her that it was the looming threat of your duties as the sole daughter of House Tyrell that kept you from recognising Highgarden as your home. Rhaenyra nodded sagely. 

“I’m…I’m afraid I’m not quite sure what to pray to the Mother for,” Rhaenyra hesitantly says, “Should I pray for anything specific?” You smiled wistfully, “You only need to follow your heart. The Gods will listen to you if your sincerity can be felt.” Alicent nodded in agreement, and the three of you lapsed into silence once more, praying on your own. You closed your eyes, and Aemma flashed into your memories. She was always smiling at you then, and your heart ached deeply whenever you remembered her. 

“...the day of the tourney,” Alicent and Rhaenyra turned to you inquisitively, as you took a deep breath, letting the scent of the smoke sooth you, “I told you I was never religious, but that day…I prayed to the Mother fervently. For your mother, for Aemma to have a smooth labour.” You smiled bitterly, “But it seemed, the gods had a different plan for your mother.” 

Rhaenyra sniffled softly. “It feels refreshing to hear you talk about my mother,” she admits after a pause. “No one, not even Father, seems to want to talk about her. They always change the subject. It’s like her memory is something unpleasant. Something to be avoided..” 

You took her hand, feeling as though you might cry yourself. “The subject is painful,” she continues, “But I don’t want to forget. I don’t want anyone to forget. I cannot bear for my mother to only be spoken about in riddles and hushed tones. I want to remember her…I just don’t understand why Father doesn’t seem to want to.” 

Alicent glanced at the both of you, biting her lip softly. “When my mother died…my father and brother wanted to forget about her too. And admittedly, I did too.” You put your other hand on Alicent’s, and she smiled ruefully at you. “I hid my grief, trying to continue with my life with the same bravery my father and brother had…but I found myself unable to. So the sept is my refuge. It’s where I can express my grief without feeling like it’s something to be ashamed of.” 

“Grieving is nothing to be ashamed of,” you told her gently, “Grief is what keeps the memory of a person alive, even if they’ve long passed. To remember what kind of person they were to you, and to honour how they made you who you were now. Grief does a service to our loved ones who have passed.” 

Rhaenyra smiled bitterly, “I think Father needs to hear that.” You smiled at that, patting her hand softly, “Everyone grieves in their way, Rhaenyra. You might not see it, but I’m sure your father mourns your mother too, though it may be in a way different to yours.” 

Rhaenyra pondered on that, turning her gaze back to the candles. “...mayhaps you’re right.” You squeezed her hand, and she squeezed it back. You turned to look at Alicent, and she grasped your hand tightly in hers, her expression warm. Though getting close to both of them was naught but a political machination initially…you found yourself growing to care more and more for these two girls everyday. So different we all are, you thought to yourself, yet so similar we are too. You turned back to the Mother, as you said one last prayer to her, “I hope…that the three of us can always be like this. That no matter what, when the world seems bleak…we can all be truthful with one another, and depend on each other.” 

It has been six months, but you find that you are still unable to school your features into absolute indifference as you watch Viserys digging into his meal with a notable lack of enthusiasm. 

Pursing your lips, you focused your attention back onto cutting into the veal on your plate. Ever since Aemma’s death, you had been hesitant in seeking out Viserys’ company voluntarily, despite Daemon having advised you to take the opportunity to get close to Viserys for protection. Out of all of Daemon’s advice you had reluctantly heeded, this one unsettled you the most. But as it turned out, you had not needed to make the first move. Viserys had (quite unfortunately) taken to summoning you to his apartments more oft than not in the past six months for meals, or even just for idle conversation. And the usual topic of conversation? The late wife that Viserys had cut open. You would find it funny if the topic itself did not constantly make you want to hurl something at Viserys. Viserys seemed determined to cling onto the vestiges of Aemma’s memory through you, Aemma’s cherished companion. Although after today’s conversation at the sept, you found it strange that Viserys seemed reluctant to broach the topic of Aemma with Rhaenyra, but with you, it was different. Why exactly was it so, you did not know, but…as long as it kept you at the Red Keep, then you would stomach as many conversations as Viserys wanted to have about Aemma. 

Which was why you nearly dropped your fork when Viserys asked you if you knew about Daemon’s current occupation of Dragonstone. Clearing your throat, you deliberated on the reason for the sudden change of topic, but quickly answered, “It would be a miracle if someone had not heard about that.” Viserys chuckles, a rare deviation from his usual melancholic mood during your dinners. “As always, you are unfettered in your nature of speaking. I only wished more people would be like you.” 

You were unsure on how to respond to that. Viserys sighed, “It would not be such a bother if it had been only Daemon on the island, but he had to take nearly half the City Watch with him as well. Does he truly desire to wage war against me, his own brother? With that meagre army of his?” You recalled Daemon’s words that fateful night, and bit your lip. So this was what he meant. You knew that with Daemon’s abscondence along the City Watch, King’s Landing had became more susceptible to looting, raping and other violent crimes. The Small Council was oft engaged in heavy debate as of late on how to tackle this problem, and that must have been Daemon’s plan all along. To sow chaos in King’s Landing. You sighed, cutting into your veal. Daemon…he may not look it, but there is always a certain calculative edge to his seemingly impulsive actions. The promise to make a point. 

“I’ve half a mind to go to Dragonstone and confront him myself,” you snapped back to reality when you heard Viserys bang down his cutlery frustratedly. “If the Small Council had not dissuaded me otherwise, I would’ve done so.” You grimace, “Viserys, that would be unwise. You and I both know more than anyone of Daemon’s nature. He means to continue throwing this…tantrum so that he may garner your attention. You shouldn’t pay heed to his antics. Mayhaps he will come to his senses sooner or late.” 

“Mayhaps is a strange word for never,” Viserys muttered, picking up his fork and knife again. You stifled a laugh by lifting another spoonful of soup to your lips. “Regardless, it would not be fitting for you to go to Dragonstone. What would the realm say, seeing their king having to go and plead with his brother to curb his foolishness? The dissenters will see it as weakness, as they did with Aenys and Maegor. You should listen to your advisors’ counsel, Viserys.” Viserys sighed, leaning back against his seat. “I suppose you’re right. However; this leaves me at a bind on what to do with him. Lord Corlys has been singing this wretched tune for nigh six months, and he will continue to do so if I do not act soon to put Daemon in his place.”

The two of you lapsed into silence. You picked at the remaining veal on your plate anxiously. “And other than the mounting pressure to deal with Daemon, the Small Council, in particular Lord Corlys, has also been pushing me on the subject of remarriage.” You froze. “...remarriage?” Your heart was pounding furiously, having not expected this sudden turn of events. You knew it would be expected of Viserys to do so, to secure the line of succession, but he always seemed so catatonic in grief over Aemma that you thought he would never take a second wife. Moreover, should his new wife sire him sons, Rhaenyra’s claim would surely be disputed by the lords of the realm. Viserys nodded wearily, “Lord Corlys has even nominated a candidate, his own daughter, Lady Laena.” 

You wrinkled your nose, “Isn’t she naught but a girl of 12?” Viserys sighed, “Indeed. Much too young…though it seems not for Lord Corlys’ ambition.” You felt your appetite slip away at that. “And what do you think of this match?” Viserys smiles ruefully, “I was actually looking to hear your opinions. You always speak with unbridled truth, and it would do me good to hear from an unbiased perspective.” 

You purse your lips, surprised. He was asking for your opinion an awful lot these days. “If you’re seeking counsel on the qualities of Lady Laena, I must confess I do not have a clearly formed opinion. But speaking from a political perspective…it would be an advantageous match for both houses. It would join both of your houses of Valyrian blood in one once more.” Viserys lets out a soft snort, “Advantageous? Lord Corlys and my cousin only proposed this match to put their own blood on the throne. They care not for the unity of our houses. Lord Corlys only wishes to see a king of Velaryon blood on the Iron Throne, and to correct the slight that Rhaenys faced at the Great Council.” 

“Be that as it may,” you interjected, “You cannot deny it is a brilliant match. Is it not better to join the blood of the dragon in one single line again? This will prevent any more dragonriders from emerging from House Velaryon, and consolidate the power of House Targaryen in a single bloodline once more.” You were startled when Viserys suddenly let out a bark of laughter, “You know, you sound exactly like Daemon. With how the both of you are constantly stressing about the importance of retaining the power of House Targaryen.” You froze, feeling offended, but then the indignation fades away. It wasn’t entirely a bad thing, after all, Daemon was the person who had opened your eyes to the naivety that blinded you from seeing reason in your grief. Instead of feeling insulted, you felt like you should feel…proud? You shuddered, the thought of being proud thanks to sharing qualities with Daemon fucking Targaryen of all people being too much to bear. 

Viserys lets out a slow exhale, looking regretful. “All this talk of remarriage sickens me,” Viserys mutters. “Because despite all this quibbling, nothing will ever come close to Aemma. I do not wish to replace her. I imagine she will be deeply upset at the thought of it.” 

You frowned, holding back the urge to shout at Viserys why he had chosen to cut Aemma open if that were the case. But alas, the truth oft can never be expressed freely. You took several deep breaths, formulating a response in your head, as you spoke gently, “Remarriage may seem daunting, Viserys, but it is inevitable. It is your duty to the realm, and I’m sure Aemma will understand that.” Viserys sighs before laughing softly, “I suppose you’re right, Y/N. Duty is inescapable, especially when you’re a king. Very well, I shall arrange to see Lady Laena to discuss a possible betrothal as soon as possible.” 

You did not know what to feel about that, happy? Aggrieved? Angry? “That reminds me,” Viserys spoke up, getting out of his seat and walking to you. You watched him curiously as he fumbled in his pockets to draw something out. “I…think that you should have this.” Your eyes widened when you saw that he was holding the ruby falcon necklace that Rhaenyra had gotten Aemma. “The Silent Sisters retrieved this from Aemma. I’ve held onto it for the past six months but,” Viserys smiled bitterly, “I felt like it would only be right for you to have this. Aemma was as dear to you as much as she was to me, and with my remarriage…I do not think it is right for me to hold on to it anymore.” You took the necklace gingerly and cradled it in your hands, feeling torn. Viserys put a hand on your shoulder gently, “Let this serve as not just a token of remembrance for Aemma…but also as one of gratitude. From me towards you for your counsel, steadfast loyalty, and friendship. I want you to know that despite how bereft I am over Aemma’s passing, I am thankful that you have continued to stay by my side.” Conflict consumed you as you looked up at your old friend. You thought you hated him for doing what he did to Aemma, but it seems your old friendship prevents you from detesting him completely. It was so difficult to completely hate someone who you've known your entire life, and has only looked out for you, despite his position of power. 

You rested your hand atop his and smiled tentatively, “Thank you, Viserys. This gesture means a lot to me…and I want you to know that I am grateful for you too. I will always be by your side, no matter what” Viserys flashed you a genuine smile for what seemed like the first time in months, “Thank you, Y/N. Truly.” 

Two weeks later, you were striding towards Viserys’ solar, a book in your hands, a smile on your face. Viserys and you had been discussing about the structure of a temple of a Valyrian deity for the past few days, and you were delighted when you found a book that contained descriptions of how temples of that particular deity were constructed in the empire of Yi Ti and the Old Empire of Ghis, immediately setting off to Viserys’ chambers to share it with him. You also remembered that today was the day that Viserys was due to walk with the Lady Laena to discuss the marriage pact between their houses. You had no doubt he would be feeling discouraged after that, and you hoped the book would lift his spirits.  

You nodded at Ser Steffon Darklyn, who was standing guard outside the King’s solar, and bustled into the room like you did many times before. What you did not notice however, was the man’s panicked look as he remembered the King was busy with another visitor when you entered. 

You swept into Viserys’ solar, a grin on your face, “Viserys, I found something of interest-'' But you nearly dropped the tome as you came to a dead halt, staring at the dismayed figures of both King Viserys and Lady Alicent - who were far too close together for your liking - in shock. A dead silence blanketed the room, before Viserys began appealing to you, “Y/N, this is not what it looks like-” 

Suddenly, Ser Steffon’s voice came from the door, “Your Grace, the Hand is requesting for an audience.” Viserys sighed, looking between the door and your accusatory expression. “Let him in, Ser Steffon.” 

The Hand entered the room, bowing to the King. He didn’t seem surprised to see Alicent here, you realised with growing indignation. Otto Hightower, that cunt, looked a little taken aback at your presence, however it was quickly smoothed over by his grim expression. 

“Your Grace, I’ve called the Small Council to an emergency session. An incident has-” 

“Can the matter wait?” Viserys demanded, walking over to you, but you backed away, unable to look him in the eye as you tightened your grip on the ancient tome. “I’m afraid not, Your Grace. There has been a problem,” Otto paused, eyeing you and Alicent, clearly unsure whether he should say it in front of the both of you. “At Dragonstone.” 

Daemon, your heart thudded in your chest. What did he do now? 

“Gods be good,” Viserys muttered. “I understand. I will be there shortly. I have a pressing matter at hand.” With that, Viserys turned to you, his expression becoming sombre as he murmured, “I think I owe you an explanation.” 

“You don’t,” you whisper, a betrayed look on your face. “You owe one to Lady Laena. To Rhaenyra. To Aemma.” 

Viserys sighed, suddenly looking like he aged five years in an instant. You were aware of the Hand’s heavy gaze upon you and Viserys, as well as Alicent’s anxious one. “I swear to the Seven that it is not what it looks like, Y/N.” 

“Then pray tell, whatever good reason can there be for this…gathering?” you whispered harshly. “This does not seem like a one-off incident, am I right?” 

“It is true this was not…a first occurrence,” Viserys looked nervously at Alicent, who was picking at her fingernails again. He placed a hand on your shoulder, causing you to flinch. A sadness dawned in his eyes at your reaction, “I…I will explain it all to you later. But I need you to swear to me that you will not tell Rhaenyra. I’m afraid she will misunderstand-” 

“Your Grace,” Otto speaks up, causing the both of you to turn your gazes to him. You felt queasy when you saw the intrigued look in his eyes. “I’m afraid your conversation will have to wait. This matter is truly urgent.” Viserys sighed, looking at you pleadingly, “Please, Y/N. I promise, I will tell you everything later. Just…help me keep this secret, just once, alright?” You couldn’t do anything but press your lips into a thin line. Seeing there was no use begging you anymore, Viserys only lowered his head shamefully, patting your shoulder before leaving the room. Otto gave you and Alicent one last look, one that you returned with a glare, before he inclined his head and turned to follow the King. 

As the door closed, you and Alicent stood there, an uncomfortable silence blanketing the room. You were the first to break it, “How long has this been going on?” 

Alicent cast her eyes downward, “Nigh six months, my lady.” Her voice was quiet, timid. You crossed over the room to her, arms crossed in disapproval. “Your father ordered you to do so, didn’t he?” “...yes,” Alicent whispered tearfully. Your heart twists. As angry as you were, it was not directed to Alicent, but to Viserys, and the Hand. For once, you finally understood Daemon’s intense dislike of the Hand, and how appropriate it had been when he called him a leech. ‘Yet again, Daemon is proven correct,’ the bittersweet thought caused your lips to quirk upward. ‘Who knew he was such a patron of wisdom.’ You were silent as you let your thoughts deliberate the information you just learnt, before you spoke up once more. 

“Speak truthfully with me,,” your voice was firm, demanding, “Does the King intend to take you as a bride, instead of Lady Laena?” Alicent was silent for a moment, before she spoke in a trembling whisper, “It would appear so.”  

You massaged your temples. Gods be good. “And is that what you desire?” Alicent hesitates, looking torn. “It would be a great honour,” she murmurs, although her voice was lacking in conviction. “It would mean I would be Queen. There is no greater way to bring honour to House Hightower.” You waved your hand in the air dismissively, “Aside from honour, I’m asking you if this is what you want. And do not tell me that it is, just because your father or your House wills it. What I want to hear is if you, Alicent Hightower, want this marriage.” You lowered your voice, demand turning into solemnity, “The path of marriage…it is no easy one, Alicent. And you are still young, there is much of life you have not yet experienced.” You took a deep breath, voice shaking slightly, “You saw…what happened to the late Queen. The pressure to produce an heir…and eventually, she gave her life for it. Is this the sort of life you want to resign yourself to?” 

Alicent bit her lip, a tear trickling down her face. “I do not have a choice, do I?” You were aghast, “Of course, you have a choice. Everybody can dictate their life the way they choose. You need not resign yourself to the will of others. That is no way to live, Alicent.” 

Alicent gives you a bitter smile, still not meeting your eyes. “It is fortunate that you have the liberty to think so, my lady. But it is a concept I am unfamiliar with, and one that I can never grow to fully experience.” You wanted to protest, but you kept silence as you watched Alicent blink back tears, “I’ve learnt from a young age…the inevitability of duty. Run as you may, in the end, this freedom you speak of…it can never be ours. Everyone has a role to play in life, and the women are expected to play it exceptionally well. Noblewomen especially. We were born in this life to serve our fathers, our lords, our husbands, our houses. The thought of freedom is wonderful yes, but you soon realise, it slips through your fingers slowly, until all that is left is duty. Since duty is inescapable, no matter how reluctant I may be, I have learnt that accepting it earlier will cause me less hurt, instead of thinking foolish thoughts.” She finally meets your gaze, eyes filled with solemn determination. “Thank you for your concern, my lady. But this is a choice I have made. You would not change my mind, and I suspect I will not change yours. However, I hope you will respect my opinions on the matter.” 

You face was impassive, but your eyes were filled with sorrow. How wise she was for a girl so young. And how crushing the weight of knowledge can be. You continued to say nothing, instead gently prying apart Alicent’s clenched fingers, examining the wounds on her fingernails. “Come, let me help you put some ointment on them. I got some from the Maesters after the tourney.” 

Your mind was in a haze as you departed the King’s solar. Alicent’s words struck a deep chord in you. You always assumed that everyone would want the choice to pursue the life their heart desires, regardless of their sex, but you never stopped to consider the people who didn’t have the chance to. You had flouted the idea of duty for years, despising it, but seeing Alicent, who willingly embraced the burden of it…it made you feel ashamed. 

Consumed with your thoughts, you didn’t notice a hurried figure approaching until you both collided, nearly knocking each other to the ground. The other person grabbed you to steady you before you fell. Your eyes widened with shock at the guilty figure in front of you. “Rhaenyra?” The princess shushed you, pulling you to a dark corner. “What are you doing?” you whisper furiously, upon noticing her dressed in her dragonriding gear. “Are you sneaking out? At this hour?” 

Rhaenyra was bouncing on her heels impatiently, looking like she might take flight herself at any moment. “To Dragonstone. Daemon has stolen my brother’s egg, he intends to gift it to his mistress’ bastard child.” You were startled, and outraged at that. He would go to such great lengths just to get his brother’s attention? Sometimes you wonder if being a cunt was just in Daemon’s nature. “Please help me keep it a secret, Y/N,” Rhaenyra implored. If it weren’t for you gripping onto Rhaenyra’s forearms, you suspect she would have fled a long time ago. “Father shot me down when I suggested I fly there to retrieve the egg, and sent the Hand instead, but I have to go get it. It was my brother’s egg, I picked it out personally, Daemon has no right-” she struggled to find the words amidst her anger. 

“I understand, go. I won’t tell a soul.” Rhaenyra looked at you with wide eyes. “Are you…serious?” You nodded, letting go of her. “I think you will be able to get through to Daemon. I believe in you. Now go, before your uncle decides to take the Hand’s head off with a sword and cause a war between House Hightower and House Targaryen.” Rhaenyra laughs, before unexpectedly pulling you into a hug. “Y/N…thank you. It feels nice to know that you have faith in me” You were startled, but you hugged her back, and patted her hair soothingly, a gesture you’ve seen Aemma do with Rhaenyra. “You’re more capable than you think, Rhaenyra. Now go,” you pulled away, eyes fixed with hers. “And make Aemma proud, Rhaenyra.” Rhaenyra nodded, a fierce look coming into her eyes. She shot you a brief smile before looking around furtively to make sure that no prying eyes were here to witness her escape, before sprinting away to the stables. You watched her go, biting your lip. Your conversation with Viserys and Alicent crossed your mind, and you felt a little regretful that you didn’t manage to tell Rhaenyra. But Viserys had begged you, and you couldn’t find it in your heart to say anything. You turned away, walking to the godswood, intent for some air. You had a feeling in your gut that sooner or late, all these secrets would culminate in an unpleasant ending.

Your words were proven true enough a few days later. You were reading a book in your chambers, when Rhaenyra burst into your room, nearly giving you a heart attack. You were ready to reprimand her, but one look at her furious, betrayed face, and you already knew. “He-” Rhaenyra bit out, “My father just announced he’s taking a new bride. Alicent.” 

You leaned back in your seat, your heart sinking. So Viserys had gone with it after all. You felt disappointment dawning on you, as well as guilt as you watched Rhaenyra pace around the room frustratedly. “I just don’t understand, how? He was going to marry Lady Laena, he swore it to me yesterday, when did he even get acquainted with Alicent?” Rhaenyra swung back to face you again, but she froze when she caught sight of your guilty expression. “Seven hells,” she breathed out, “You knew?” You closed your book, standing up, “I did, but I didn’t expect-” Rhaenyra let out a sharp bark of laughter. “Save it, Y/N. I do not wish to hear it now. I thought I could trust you.” “Rhaenyra-” you beseeched, but she had already turned her heel and left, slamming the chamber door shut behind her. You sunk back down in your seat, your heart pounding. By the gods, what a mess. 

Your chamber was once more the recipient of another visitor, though it might not have been the one you hoped for. “Rhaenyra?” you called out hopefully, only to be surprised when the timid form of Alicent appeared instead. Her eyes were rimmed with red, and you noticed fresh wounds on her nails once again. “Alicent…” you walked towards her, taking her hands in yours. Alicent began to cry then, and you drew her into your embrace, closing your eyes as you felt Alicent’s tears staining the front of your gown. 

A while later, you had seated Alicent on your bed, observing her as she cradled in her hand the cup of tea a servant had fetched for her. “I thought I knew how heavy this burden was,” she spoke, her voice barely a whisper as she looked despondently into her cup. “But I wasn’t expecting it to feel so painful.” You chewed your lip, as you focused on applying the ointment to the fresh wounds on her left hand. “I thought I was prepared, but I did not realise this would mean I would lose Rhaenyra.” 

Your heart was pounding as well, though not for the same reasons as Alicent. Rhaenyra’s backlash towards this announcement didn’t just signal an end to her ties with Alicent, but also with you. You remembered vividly how betrayed she had looked when she came to realise that you had known, and you had not told her. There was no coming back from that. Apart from your guilt however, you also felt a steady sense of despair building up in you. You had spent the past six months relying on the favour of Rhaenyra to prevent your expulsion from court and back home, how was that to go about now? 

“Oftentimes, life changes in ways we cannot anticipate,” you began quietly, trying to think of your next steps. “But it is best not to dwell on it, to move on and adapt.” Alicent looked distraught at that, but she kept silent, save for the tear trailing down her cheek. You finished applying the ointment to Alicent’s left hand, moving onto her right hand. Suddenly, an idea struck you. “Alicent, I know this is a bit sudden,” you said gingerly, “But if I may…I would like to request to serve you as your lady-in-waiting.” Alicent looked surprised, though there was no anger in her expression, much to your relief. You were worried that you might have overstepped, but Alicent only put down her cup of tea and squeezed your hand, “I would be honoured to have you as my lady-in-waiting, Y/N.” 

You had to refrain from sighing with relief, pleased that your gamble had worked out. You were banking on your close ties with Alicent now, and a queen’s power was surely more reliable than a princess’. At least, good enough to keep you at the Red Keep. Once again, you felt guilty for using Alicent this way, but it was not out of malicious intent either: you truly did care for Alicent like a daughter, much like you had with Rhaenyra. Besides…you realised that Alicent’s current predicament was much like that of your worst nightmares. The realisation left a bitter taste on your tongue. Alicent was everything you vowed you would never end up being, and watching all this unfold in front of you while you were powerless to stop it - it felt gut-wrenching. 

“Y/N,” Alicent’s soft voice snapped you out of your reality. You looked at her questioningly, seeing hesitation in her eyes. “If I may ask…why did the King never choose to marry you?” You felt an initial urge to cringe, but then you realised it was a valid question, and a good one at that. “The King clearly cares for you, and values you greatly. And not to mention, you are the sole heir to Highgarden,” Alicent looked unsure, “It would be a prudent decision to marry you, a brilliant match, even. Far eclipsing the advantages of a union with the daughter of the Hand of the King. Why has the King never considered that?” 

You fell silent, deep in thought. The points she made were excellent, and even though you felt discomfited by it, you were curious to know as well. In the end, you could only reply, “I do not know, Alicent.” 

“Your Grace,” you greeted stiffly, curtsying to Viserys, much to his distress. He reached out to you, trying to help you up, but you only stepped away. The hurt on his face almost made you feel guilty for your coldness, but you couldn’t stand to look at him right now. If it hadn’t been for him summoning you to his solar, you would’ve continued giving him the cold shoulder. 

Viserys sighed, giving up as he turned towards his model of the Old Valyria. His next question made you raise your eyebrows incredulously. “How is Rhaenyra coping with the news?” Unease grew in you, “Shouldn’t you be asking about Alicent instead, Your Grace?” Viserys grimaced at your use of formalities. “Alicent seems perfectly content, does she not? It is Rhaenyra whom I should be concerned about now.” 

You frowned, “It is quite the opposite, actually. Rhaenyra is angry, but I’m sure she will calm down sooner or late.” Viserys seems assuaged by that, retreating to take a seat at the armchairs before the fireplace. “I am thankful to hear that.” You took a seat next to him, levelling a hard glare at him. “And what of Alicent?” Viserys looked surprised, “What of her?” “She seems distraught over this match.” Viserys furrowed his brows, “This union brings her more benefit than it does me, what does she have to be distraught about? She will be Queen.” You finally exploded, “And so?” you demanded, rising up from your seat. “It is clear that she is unhappy with this match. She came to me crying today, Viserys. She’s frightened by the prospect of this marriage. And it is clear that she is  being used as a political pawn in her father’s games. How can you say she will not be distraught by this?” You half expected Viserys to get up and order you to leave, but he only sighed and washed a hand over his face. “Y/N,” he began slowly, gesturing for you to sit down. You refused, staring at him with defiant eyes. He sighed, sometimes you reminded him so much of Daemon that it was a wonder you were not a Targaryen yourself. That stubborn persistence and fiery temper…

“Alicent may be unhappy now, but I did not force her into this match.” He sighed again at your disbelieving expression, “Think of it this way, if she had vehemently opposed this match, she wouldn't have willingly visited my chambers every night without fail for the past six months. It was a scheme engineered by Otto, that I can see, but even so, Alicent wanted this. If she had been unwilling, she wouldn’t have taken the initiative to get closer to me, to indulge me in my interests.” 

You were still frowning, but you slowly lowered yourself back into your seat. You didn’t want to believe in Viserys’ words, but he had no reason to lie. “Ambition is a fickle thing, Y/N,” Viserys turned his gaze to the fire. “Some men choose to deny it, to preserve the illusion of their humility. But the truth is, every man is akin to a starving man when he sees a banquet when it comes to power. Do not underestimate the temptation of power, Y/N. Many men claim they do not desire it, but no one can resist it. Alicent is no different. She may feel uncomfortable with this match at first, but there is a small sliver of her that covets this position, and the power she can wield with it.” 

You chose to say nothing, but you tightened your grip on your armrests as Viserys spoke. Viserys sighed, turning his gaze back to you. “I have to be frank with you…my ideal match when I first heard the topic of remarriage being brought up, was you, Y/N.” You finally met his gaze again, mouth agape. “What?” 

Viserys nodded wearily, “It would’ve seemed natural. After all, we grew up together, and you are one of the people I hold dearest to my heart. I would have been happy to take you as my wife.” Your stomach began to churn. “But, I knew…with your temperament, you would never be happy in this marriage with me.” Viserys smiled ruefully at you, “I knew Aemma would have never wanted me to trap you in an unhappy marriage, and I don’t either.” 

“But you’re alright with trapping Alicent in an unhappy marriage instead?” you snapped. Viserys looked resigned, recognising that he would not be able to get through to you. “Alicent’s…distress over this match would fade sooner or late. Furthermore, I genuinely do care for Alicent’s wellbeing, and I will see to it she lacks for nothing as my queen.” “Material possessions do not equate to happiness, Viserys,” you said angrily. Viserys finally slams down his hand on his armrest, shocking you into silence. It was in rare moments like this where you are reminded that Viserys was still of the blood of the dragon, and that he was still your king. You grimaced, realising you might have spoken too carelessly. 

“What would you have me do then, Y/N?” Viserys blustered angrily, “Do you think getting remarried brings me joy? Every time I think about it, the thought sends me into a spiral of despair. That I would have to take a new wife, sire new heirs, with someone whom I might not love. Alicent may not be Aemma, but I care for her a great deal, and I will not have you deny it.” Viserys sinks back into his seat, his rage slowly turning back into that resigned, mournful look you’ve seen him wear so much lately. His voice cracked a little as he spoke, “I’m just…so tired, Y/N. You are my closest confidant, and even you can’t seem to understand how I feel, what I’m going through. After Aemma, I find myself losing the will to go through my days more and more with each passing day. It feels like my life has been drained out of me. I never liked partaking in the intrigues of court either, and without Aemma, it has only grown harder to bear. Alicent lessened the burden of grief on my shoulders. When I was with her, it felt like I could just…be. No kingly duties, no responsibilities, no Small Council on my back, nitpicking my every move, scheming to consolidate power. She made me feel like I was just Viserys, a feeling I only experienced with you, Aemma, and Daemon.” 

“...you really do care for her then?” you asked quietly. Viserys nods, looking earnest. “I do. Trust me, Y/N, I would not do anything to cause her unhappiness. And I believe as time passes, I will grow to feel love for her.” You played with your fingers uncomfortably, not knowing what to make of this conversation. Your insight into Viserys’ thoughts only sowed more conflict into your already torn feelings towards him, and you didn’t know what the right thing was to do anymore. The two of you stared into the roaring fire, as the solar was enveloped in a thick blanket of tense, pensive silence. 

On Driftmark, there was silence as well. But this silence felt more taut, more dangerous, like a provoked beast who was readying to strike. 

At least that’s what Daemon Targaryen thought as he took a swig of Arbor Gold from his goblet, taking in his surroundings. The Velaryons had a strange taste for decor, which he assumed was an acquired taste. 

Lord Corlys sat from across him, a surly expression on his face as he spoke. Daemon couldn’t find it in him to pay attention to the man’s incessant complaints. His mind kept wandering back, much to his frustration, to his conversation with Mysaria a few days ago. Her words, her caution, her fear…so unlike a certain someone he knew.

His mind couldn’t help but chase thoughts of her wellbeing. Had she heeded his advice? Had he gotten through to her, even with her stubborn insistence? Surely she must know that he only wished for the best for her. She was like family to him after all.

Lord Corlys clears his throat, and Daemon slid his focus back to him, a bored look on his face. “You are aware the King has taken Alicent Hightower to wed?” Lord Corlys asks, a shifty look that Daemon couldn’t quite place filling his eyes. Daemon shot him an irate look. It was hard not to know, particularly since this matter was what led him to be sitting in this exact chair, listening to Lord Corlys blather about angrily. 

“I heard that the Hightower girl has announced Lady Y/N as her chief lady-in-waiting.” This snapped Daemon back to attention. He took another sip of his wine to hide his smirk, ‘So she is cleverer than I gave her credit for.’  

“I don’t see how that relates to why you asked me here, Lord Corlys,” Daemon’s voice was annoyed. Lord Corlys’ expression turned sly, “In all honesty, I had expected that the King might have taken Lady Y/N to be his bride instead. He gave off the impression he might.” Daemon’s eyebrows shot to his forehead, and he nearly choked on his wine. “I can assure you, Lady Y/N would never let that happen,” Daemon told Lord Corlys, voice dripping with amusement. “But he is the King. It is quite impossible to refuse an order from the King. And besides,” Lord Corlys’ lips quirked upwards, “I have heard that Lady Y/N is rather fond of your brother herself. She has been dining with him each night since Queen Aemma’s passing.” 

Daemon tried to keep his expression impassive, but his grip on his goblet tightened. The thought of his brother taking Y/N to wed…it sent an odd, visceral feeling through him. Something that was akin to possessiveness and…jealousy? Mayhaps he was drunk. There was simply no way. No way at all. 

Lord Corlys smirked, the Prince’s dark expression told him that he had been successful in inciting some anger in the Prince against the King. Which was exactly all he needed. And soon enough, it was official: Daemon Targaryen had just agreed to wage war on the Stepstones.

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[vodika-vibes]

Maybe We'll Be Happy

Summary: You're a private in the Imperial Army - less than a private, really - and you're stationed on the same place as Crosshair. You start off as strangers, and then grow to more. But when you hear that the Clones are being decommissioned, you decide that something has to change.

Pairing: TBB Crosshair x F!reader

Word Count: 985

Warnings: The Imperial Army Sucks

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: I started writing this on my phone, and it was supposed to be a short little thing, but it got longer, so I'm sorry.

When the Republic Fell and the Empire rose, you were a recent enlistee in the GAR. So low ranking that the only people who knew your name were the ones directly responsible for you.

And when the GAR became the Imperial Army, nothing changed. You still had to do drills and PT and attend lessons to learn your career. 

But the Imperial Army was nothing like the GAR. Promotions were no longer based on merit so much as how much ass kissing you were willing to do.

And so you, an honest person whose sense of honor would have worked well in the GAR, get passed over time and time and time again.

At this point, you're barely a private. If there was a rank lower than private then that's the one you would have. You're stuck with the most thankless jobs, and get minimal pay.

And you hate it. You hate the Imperial Army. You hate your commanding officers. You hate the Emperor.

On the other hand, your low rank and the fact that you're generally unimportant to the Imperial Army as a whole, means that no one notices when you slack off.

And it was while you were slacking off that you met Crosshair.

Tall and slender and with very pretty silver hair, you honestly didn't peg him for a clone until he turned to look at you. 

That first time you met, he didn't say anything to you. But he also didn't rat you out to your CO when he came looking for you, so you mentally slotted him in the “friend” pile in your brain and carried on.

After that day you saw him everytime you slacked off. Sometimes he would just look at you with a raised brow, and other times he would ignore you. And though you didn't know his name, you enjoyed his quiet.

Quiet meant that no one was scolding you for not doing your job…or not sucking up as some old guy who thinks he's important.

And then, one day, he started talking to you. It surprised you so much that you nearly fell over, but you eagerly latched on to the offer of friendship, though that's probably not what he intended at the time.

And, as time went on, and you learned more about him, the more you liked him. And you think he liked you just as much, after all he never pushed you away when you leaned against him or traced the plates of his armor.

And then, late one evening, when you were skipping your late night shift, he kissed you. It was hard and rough and needy…and it was exactly what you both needed.

That was three months ago, and the last three months have been a dream come true for you. Every day you get an hour or more just to be with Crosshair, and sure most of the time the chats devolve into heated make-out sessions, but you're totally fine with it. You even instigate it sometimes.

But as of now, you're concerned.

No, you're afraid. For Crosshair.

You've heard the rumors, about how Clones are being experimented on, or just killed, to make room for the Imperial Stormtroopers, and you're terrified.

You don't want Crosshair to die. Or disappear.

So here you are, late one evening, pacing in your normal hidey-hole, trying to come up with a way to convince Crosshair to run away with you.

So far you're not having any luck.

“Kitten? What's wrong?” You jump when you hear his voice coming from the otherside of the room, and while you try to smile reassuringly, your smile just drops.

Concern flickers across his face, “Did someone hurt you? I saw you were playing nice with Admiral whatshisface.” Crosshair continues as he walks over to you and sets his hands on your shoulders.

“I'm fine. I mean, he said some pretty nasty things to me about ways I could get promoted,” You make a face at the memory, “but he didn't touch me.”

Crosshair scowls, able to guess what kind of things the Admiral said to you, but he drops it, “So what's wrong?”

Nervously, you twist the hem of your dark gray uniform. “Cross-”

His grip tightens, “Talk to me, Kitten. What’s wrong?”

“They’re decommissioning all of the Clones.” You say quickly, and Crosshair falters, “And you-”

A muscle works in his jaw, “I suppose I knew this was going to happen eventually.” His grip is so tight that it’s almost painful, “So what’s this then, you saying goodbye?”

“No!” You yelp, “No. I…I was trying to think of a way to save you-” You admit.

His grip loosens slightly, and he gently rubs your shoulder as a silent apology, “Okay, so what have you come up with?”

“Uh…steal an escape pod and hope we don’t get shot out of the sky?”

“That’s a terrible idea, kitten.”

“I know, I know. I’m just…panicking a little.”

Crosshair pauses, “Wait, we?”

“Well, yes. I thought I’d go with you…unless you’d rather I didn’t?” You ask, your eyes wide.

“I’m not going to say no,” Crosshair replies, as he gently caresses your cheek, “It’s a hard life you’re signing up for, Kitten. We’ll be running for the rest of our lives.”

“If you’re trying to talk me out of it, it’s not going to work.” You say stubbornly.

He chuckles, and kisses you quickly, “You love me so much it makes you stupid.” There’s no heat in his words though, just soft affection.

“I know,”

Crosshair presses his forehead against yours, his dark gaze locked with yours, “I think I have an idea.” He murmurs, “Can you get to the hanger?”

You nod.

“Good.” He kisses you one more time, “Get to the hanger, and wait for me there.”

“Cross-”

“It’s going to be okay, Kitten. Nothing is going to happen.” And you can’t help but to believe him.

[faerievampling]

Killing Time

Chapter 16: Bad Religion

Word Count: 2.5k

Pairing: Ascended Astarion x Vampire Tav (Female Reader)

Warnings: 18+. Masturbation. Tav’s patron is being naughty.

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Hours later, you’re in and out of a drunken slumber. You thirst for blood, but you decide you won’t be leaving the library, and you aren’t really hungry anyway: you just want to, thinking it would make you feel better. Unfortunately, basking in the sun with the best wine Toril has to offer must be enough for you for now, because in your waking moments, you cry for Astarion, guilt, and loathing seeping through your body at the thought of him.

“I hate you. I hate you. I hate you!” Your words reverberate through your rather thick-feeling skull. You can’t believe you even said that to him. I'm such a horrible wife.

“Wha’ happened to ‘Tav Ancunín’,” You say aloud, a hiccup interrupting your speech, “The ‘True ‘ero of Baldur’s Gate’?”

You sit up, pretending to be some lord or lady with a stick up their ass – with a pinky up, you down another glass of wine, making the room spin just a bit. “‘Don’t you know? She’s become queen of the rats!’ Or whatever it is he said!”

Angel sits cross-legged at your feet – you don’t know how long he’s been there before you notice him. You see him focused on the silver band that still defaces your right ankle. The two of you make eye contact: you scowl at his pretty face.

“Tell me, ‘ight now, Angel, what he meant by that,” You point at him, poking your nail into his shoulder. “Can’t you see in my mind? Tell me!”

“I don’t know,” Angel answers, clearly not his usual chipper self. He’s distracted, you can tell, but it only makes you angrier. “Your mind isn’t very clear right now, and you don’t remember it that well.”

You don’t like his answer; your drunken playfulness quickly turns malevolent.

“Why the fuck are you even here? This is all your fault, y’know!” You’re angry now and rather wasted. You level with him, finding your way to the floor as you sink off the daybed, sitting back on your knees as you face him.

“I…” Angel looks at a loss. “I knew what was going to happen when I said that aloud, about the spawn army. But I didn’t know it would make me and you feel, like, this bad.”

You shoot him an incredulous look before groaning as your fangs hit the rim of the bottle, abandoning your glass as you take another swig. You messily set the bottle back on the floor. Looking back at Angel, you know he is also quite upset: his lips are in a pout. It looks almost comical, being the giant that he is. His head dropped low, doe-eyes boring into you; his black hair frames his pretty face, cascading down his muscular back, tousling a bit at his shoulders, and he looks so fucking pretty.

“You’re apologizing?” You ask, poking him once again with your nail.

Angel looks very uncertain, as if he’s hearing the word for the first time. It’s not like he hasn’t apologized to you before – you know that he probably just doesn’t want to, or maybe he doesn’t think he should: but you’re in pain, and he’s in pain because of your pain, so if he is sorry, he’s only sorry he got caught in the crosshairs. “I don’t know…I did try to warn you.”

Your face is beyond incredulous at this point. “Warn me? ‘Bout things Astarion did like a thousand years ago?” When you say it like this, it feels silly that you’re even upset – but secrets are secrets, and it still exhibited just how much control Astarion had taken over your life. You knew, but you guess you just didn’t understand to what extent.

Angel offers you a shrug. “Secrets are secrets. And when I heard your plan, I couldn’t let you give the sword over to Lae’zel when Astarion has plenty of spawn to choose from. The letters thing just kinda came out…”

“You just like to provoke him,” You snap. “And me.”

“I don’t know what you mean, beautiful,” Angel flirts, grabbing the ends of your hair in his hand before placing a kiss to its length.

Reaching over, you flick Angel on the tip of his nose. He grabs your wrist, pulling you closer to him. You stumble, and you’re practically in his lap now, his hold on you loose, as if to let you know that you could leave at any time.

“Let me go…” You whine, your words sloshing from your mouth. But part of you doesn’t want him to let you go – you want to be held, to be comforted without having some sort of meltdown. You’d prefer the warm skin of your beautiful pale lover, but Angel isn’t a bad second choice – he’s beautiful, his skin is smooth and soft, and Angel allows you to feel his body warmth.

“I’m going to have to do, for now,” Angel whispers, wrapping his arms around you to pull you into a tender embrace. The sensation tears you apart in several ways: comfort, desire, fear, loathing. “Feels good to have you close…”

There isn’t anything sexual about the way Angel holds you, and yet, everything he does is sex, and you feel that flame Angel ignites within you right between your legs. And when this happens…

Geldon Moth. He told you that he would make it so you cannot live without him. And here you are, unable to shake him away from your most intimate moments.

“You know he can’t hurt you anymore, right?” Angel whispers, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. It makes you shiver. “His memory can. But that’s it. You killed him yourself, Tav. He’s, like, super dead.”

Angel pulls away from you, his familiar eyes settling into your gaze. His wings have settled behind him. “His memory hurts you.”

You already feel so vulnerable, that you can’t bring yourself to agree with him. But Angel knows – you hiccup when tears begin falling down your cheeks. Angel mutely watches you cry for a few moments before a shadow comes over his eyes.

“I could take it away for you.” Angel’s voice is low, the vibrations nearly rumbling through your body. Or maybe it was just the energy in the room. Whatever he’s offering, you probably don’t want – unless he has some magical solution to your problems with Astarion, you aren’t interested. Especially since Angel’s last boon nearly drove you mad on the battlefield, and even changed your day-to-day perception of reality: seeing auras isn’t something you are easily adjusting to.

Angel looks disheartened at your thoughts and feelings, a melancholy overcoming him. “I just need you to feel better. I can’t feel better until you do.”

Angel looks away from you for a moment before his eyes settle back on you. “Y’know, Geldon had me locked away too. I saw a lot of what he did.”

You can’t help but focus on Angel’s golden eye, nodding at him to continue.

“Fucking is in my nature. I love fucking. It’s how I maintain my body here in the material plane. I love watching people do it, too. But…” Angel takes a deep breath before continuing, “You’re pretty much the only thing I can think about when I fuck, no matter who is it, and sometimes, I remember what I saw Geldon do to you, and it – makes me have to stop, sometimes.”

Angel’s hold on you is gentle, but he pulls you closer, your faces only inches away from each other. You have to take a deep breath. You hadn’t anticipated Angel to have seen some of what Lord Moth had done to you, but it made sense – the moment Lord Moth left his estate, Angel was there, so surely he had been watching.

“I guess, I’m saying I’m sorry that happened to you. I really wish it hadn’t.” He stares at your lips. You become keenly aware of how Angel’s holding you, of how you’re practically sitting in the palm of his large hand. You know if Angel meant to hurt you, he’d probably have done so already – you know he only means to be close to you.

“Can I ask you something?” You say tentatively, your question hanging in the air for just a moment, as Angel seems to have gotten lost in your eyes. He still looks a little sad.

“Duh,” Angel says softly, giving you a small smile.

“When did you have a yellow watermelon?”

Angel's smile grows at your question. “A long time ago. They grow somewhere in Amn. I’ll bring you one – I swear conjured ones don’t taste as good as the real thing.”

Angel’s smile turns sly. “Speaking of the sweetest fruit in the realms…your scent is pretty distracting, y’know?”

If you were alive, your heart would be wildly thumping, and a blush would rise to your cheeks. Perhaps it already is – you have consumed a lot of blood, and your core…Angel’s words are like silk being spun through his plush lips, eyes narrowing devastatingly at you.

You’re about to stutter out something about how he shouldn’t say stuff like that, but Angel continues.“I do know something that would probably fix a lot of your problems, Tav, and it’s an easy solution. I think you need to cum.”

Your eyes go wide, and you think you squeak, because the next thing you know, Angel is laughing at you, having placed you on your back on the daybed. He sits beside you on the floor next to you, placing a kiss on your temple. Suddenly, Angel grabs your wrist, leading your hand right between your legs, his fingers brushing the top of your mound…

When your fingers meet your core, you’re already soaked. Your labia is wet with your sticky juices, and for some reason, this surprises you. Your index and your middle finger slide into your slick hole with ease, but you only allow yourself to go as deep as your first knuckle before you realize what the hells you’re doing. You pull your hand away, looking at the wetness of your arousal; it sticks between two fingers, making you realize just how lusty you truly are. You look over to Angel, who can’t take his eyes off you.

“Y-you should go, now…” You say, thinking about Astarion and how you already went too far even allowing Angel to hold you, nonetheless seeing your wet fingers – you know your husband will be angrier about the latter. Your body, your juices – he is so selfish with you. It explains his actions of the past, why he kept you away from others: those who would defile your relationship with him. You think you understand Astarion – but how could that change your feelings of grief and terror? Your desire for true freedom? You’re close to sober, now, and you still can’t reconcile these things. And now you have a very wet problem. Shit.

You move to wipe off the slick on your hand, but before you can, Angel grabs your wrist again, his lips moving around your two fingers. His tongue laps at your juices and the moment is so lewd, that you almost lose all control – a knot is forming in your lower belly, your core pulsating, your holes contracting with every motion of Angel’s tongue. It stimulates your nipples, your clit, bringing them to attention as you can’t help but imagine his lips on your core. Angel closes his eyes, losing himself to your taste, licking and sucking at you.

“Angel!” You yelp, swiftly pulling your hand away, pushing yourself away from him.

Angel can hardly tear himself from you. His face is pink, the blush apparent on all his features, even the tip of his cock. His lids are heavy, lips parted in a breathless desire – his blown pupils give away just how much he enjoys your taste.“‘Beholden.’ That doesn't sound so bad to me.”

“What?” You ask, truly unsure of what the hells he’s talking about. Is he still thinking about what Lae’zel had said back in the ruins of Baldur’s Gate? “I’m your warlock, Angel. What we have is merely contractual.”

Angel narrows his eyes at you. He doesn’t look upset with your response, merely annoyed that you aren’t taking him seriously. “We’re beyond that. Speaking of the contract, one of us isn’t exactly honoring it, if we’re going to talk about that right now, Tav.”

You cross your arms, hiding the hand that smells strongly of you. You’re desperately trying to change the subject. “It’s not exactly the best-written contract. You know, Astarion could probably write contract circles around you.”

Angel purses his lips. “It was my first one. I did my best.”

“Whatever. Don’t you have somewhere to be?”

Angel’s mouth is lopsided, in a half-frown. “What, want me to go?”

You have to clear your throat. “Yes.” No. Yes. You really don’t know anymore. You’re honestly just tired of thinking for yourself.

“You’re like, a rebel without a cause, or whatever it is they say,” Angel says with a light tone. “You even fight yourself. When are you gonna admit to yourself what you really want, girl?”

You think Angel can’t know what you want: how could he when you hardly know yourself? Angel looks a bit frustrated as he leaves you, knowing you won’t answer him. When he departs, he disappears into thin air as he always does. You meant to give him more grief about the boon, his disruption of your marriage, and probably a few things you can’t think of right now because Angel has pointed out a very…well, the issue of your slick folds.

You hadn’t had a proper, toe-curling orgasm in months – Astarion had given you several, but all experienced with a flashback of terror and loathing, not able to be fully enjoyed; it crushes you. You know your sex life was something that had always been important to Astarion – and now, here you are, disturbing his freedom and desires and happiness…

No. It’s all far more complicated than that, and yet, all you can do is close your eyes as you draw your hand back down your body, parting your robe as you find your soaked folds, so soft and warm…you think of Astarion, of the way he worships your body, telling you how beautiful you are. You focus on his perfect, pale skin, his shoulders, his nose, his ears; you imagine kissing him on these parts, treating him like your little sweetheart, putting Astarion on his back and taking charge of his cock, riding him all night, edging him, until he’s all but a whimpering mess, drunk on you, your fangs, and your pussy. You dip your fingers into your drenched cunt, reaching up within yourself, trying to touch your most intimate parts; your other hand works your swollen clit, and you continue like this for some time before you realize your efforts are in vain. There's too much that’s uncertain, too much unresolved between you, Astarion, Angel – even the Githyanki people. Your desire quickly becomes a storm in your stomach, twisting and churning in upset.

You go back to your wine.

[i-cant-sing]

I would like your input on this idea that's been floating in my dome. Baby fushiguro grows into young adult and they somehow find a lover without the zenin clan knowledge and gets engaged. She thinks that maybe that since she has grown perhaps uncle Noaya would AT LEAST see how happy they are and maybe eventually give his blessing.......SIKE BITCH HELL NAH

*young adult fushiguro introduces fiancé*

Uncle Noaya: He's hideous and poor, wont be able to take care of my bby...

*young adult fushiguro shows off ring*

Uncle Noaya: Thats such a small diamond! My bby needs a boulder diamond, see honey he doesnt love you, you deserve someone better!

*young adult fushiguro shows the proposal video*

Uncle Noaya: Where's the parade? Where's the fireworks? Where is the Tier 1 band playing in the background? He's not even proposing on top of the world! Honey look he doesn't even have any Hello Kitty shops owned! You need to break up with him before he takes you away from your Hello Kitty obsession because he'll get so needy!

(Btw sorry if this is long and might look like a request but I'm sorta new and just cant tell the difference between writing a ask or a request)

10000000% true because Naoya really doesn't think anybody is good for you. The only thing you got wrong is that:

1. He'd never be so nice about it and praise you for being superior to your fiance.

2. He'd much rather die than admit that he remembers the name of the pink hellish cat you're obsessed with.

Imagine reader being super nervous as she brings her fiance to the Zenin estate. It was already very hard dating him secretly, but now you felt like you were gonna fight one of the biggest curses of your life. Even that seemed easier than this.

Your fiance was confident that he'd win their hearts, he rubbed your back and assured you that you have nothing to worry about. But he doesn't know your family, he doesn't know how crazy they are.

You and your fiance sat across from your family. He was talking to them about how serious he is about you, how he'd make sure nothing ever upsets you, how he'd happily give up his life for you, all lovey dovey things. He had charmed up your aunties and other females of the family, but the men were a whole another story. They were glaring at him with distrusting eyes, loathing him for daring to steal your heart and plague your naive mind.

But they saw how happy you looked, how you beamed when your fiance held your hand, how you blushed when he tucked your hair behind your ear.

You were truly happy.

So as much as they hated the thought of someone kissing you and plaguing your innocence, they'd put up with it solely because you're happier than you've ever been.

They even do a background check on him, and he checks out. They've all accepted them, well- almost all of them.

Naoya is still in denial that you've dated someone, much less accepted someone's proposal. How had you been able to keep this charade up for years, right under his nose, is beyond him.

So, when you look to him for approval with those big doe eyes, it's really easy for him to say "Absolutely not." to you before leaving. You run after him, begging him to change his mind but all Naoya can think about is how that rat is gonna take you away and do disgusting things to you and traumatise you forever because clearly, no one else can protect you and love you like he does. All men are trash, all except him.

How tf is he supposed to let someone take away the child he raised himself? Youre his pride and joy, the only one to make him soft, the biggest pain in the ass, but you're his pain in the ass.

He simply won't let anyone take you.

Y/n: give me 1 good reason why I can't marry him-

Naoya, pulling out a list: he's too poor, so he can't maintain your lifestyle and will make you a poverty stricken child again. He's also very ugly, so he's not gonna give you good looking kids and he's not really handsome enough for the Zenin clan image. Also, you're stupid and naive to even date such an idiot in the first place-

Y/n: really? These are your reasons. They're ridiculous.

Naoya: ridiculous? They're absolutely valid-

Y/n: no, they're not. You're just jealous because no body wants to marry you.

Naoya:

Y/n:

Naoya:

Y/n: ugly ass ho-

Your poor s/o is just really confused when he comes for you, only to find you and your uncle Naoya fighting (more like Naoya putting you in chokehold while you pull hard at his hair) with each other.

[canonicallyobserving911]

“I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

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Where CANON and FANON collide!

Season 7 FANON Speculation: Buddie Multi-Chapter Fanfic - Hiatus Reading: “I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

Chapter 19 is now available on AO3.

This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!

“I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

Currently 19 chapters completed: 718.8K Words; Rated: Mature

One chapter will be posted at a time.

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Here are two emotionally angsty snippets from Chapter 19 of a conversation Buck has with Margaret and Phillip and a separate one Eddie has with Helena and Ramon. 👀

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Buck

Buck can tell Margaret’s on the verge of losing it and in a matter of moments, he’s sure he’ll see the remnants of her becoming completely unglued.

In true Phillip fashion, he tries to prevent it from happening when he says, “Yes Evan, please answer your mother.  How do you even know who he is because we never told you about him?”

Buck’s not surprised by his actions at all especially since he witnessed their dynamic the entire time he was growing up in Hershey.

“I know you didn’t but I found him anyway.  I have two dads and he’s one of them!”  He says a little louder than he intends to but he really doesn’t give a rat’s ass if they’re offended by it or not because it had to be said.

How will Buck's conversation with Margaret and Phillip end? 👀

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Eddie

Eddie shakes his head in disbelief but he remains determined to speak his piece.  “Mom, I’m sorry you feel that way and I want you to know that I didn’t want this.  Based on your response, it seems like you believe it is but who wants to go “no contact” with their mother?  Certainly not me and I don’t believe Soph and Adri do either but you’ve left me no choice.  I’m hoping it’ll be temporary but I’ve said what I’m about to say so many times that I sound like a broken record to myself.”

He pauses when he hears her gasp.

After a few seconds he admits, “You don’t listen to me; you disregard everything I say because everything either has to be your way or the highway but unfortunately for you… my life is not yours to control.  I’m a 34-year-old adult man with a 13-year-old son and a fiancé.  Buck and I are getting married but you did nothing but dismiss and disrespect him while you were here.  You treated Chris like he was a baby and I’ve repeatedly reminded you that he’s not 7 years old anymore.”

“You should be trying to find Christopher a mother.”  Helena snaps back.

“Mom!  Whether you believe it or not my son has two dads!  Me and Buck!”

How will Eddie's conversation with Helena and Ramon end? 👀

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This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!

Fic Summary: Months after Buck and Eddie were hit by the same lightning strike; they’re still struggling with the aftermath of it.  But before they make their love confessions, they’ll spend time getting to know themselves as individuals first. Eddie learns to enjoy the simple things in life as he participates in activities on his own and with new friends while Buck learns the rest of the 31-year-old deep dark family secret about his conception and birth. Their journey to forever is still a work in progress but once they finally admit they’re in love with each other, everything that follows their love confessions will be cataclysmic.

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Chapter Summaries

Chapter 1 - Eddie makes a new friend while Buck receives devastating news regarding the sperm donation he made for Connor and Kameron.

Chapter 2 - Buck does a lot of research to learn more about the abnormalities found in his red blood cells and Eddie starts a new therapy journey that’s all about him and not the traumas he’s experienced.

Chapter 3 - After more than a month, Buck and Eddie finally spend time together outside of work but it doesn’t end well and they part with a lot of uncertainty regarding their places in each other’s lives.

Chapter 4 - Eddie has a few realizations about his life which causes him to consider moving back to El Paso, TX while Buck continues to be reminded of his past which causes him to take an impromptu road trip across America.

Chapter 5 - Both Buck and Eddie have difficult conversations with their parents and Buck finally learns the truth behind the reason why his mother despised him while Eddie finally tells his mother about the way she tries to control him.

Chapter 6 - More than two weeks after Buck pushed Eddie away after suggesting they needed a break; Eddie decides to try again. Eddie’s there for Buck when he’s at his worst just like Buck was there for him when he was at his worst and he won’t let Buck give up.

Chapter 7 - After Buck’s mental breakdown, Eddie has his back the same way Buck had his when he had his own breakdown more than a year ago.  They share several vulnerable and emotionally intimate moments with one another and they begin to realize their small, sweet and caring gestures matter just as much if not more than any grand gesture ever could because these are the foundations of a long-lasting love relationship.

Chapter 8 - Buck, Eddie and Chris all have their own therapists and during their sessions, they reflect on their pasts while they’re in the present so they can prepare for their future together as a family.

Chapter 9 - Buck and Eddie are there for each other when Buck has to testify as a witness during the trial.  But by the end of it, they’ll both realize their individual and shared traumas are going to keep resurfacing until they talk about them, deal with the fact that they’re in love with one another and face the fact that they can’t live without each other.

Chapter 10 - As Buck and Eddie finally begin to confront their past traumas, they realize how much they need each other to fill in the gaps of their memories.  Additionally, the universe screams at them for what appears to be the one hundredth time so Buck can realize he doesn’t have to ‘find it’ because he already ‘made it’ and Eddie’s reminded tomorrow isn’t promised and he doesn’t have to die alone if he doesn’t want to.

Chapter 11 - A “virga” or dry thunderstorm is in the forecast but once the rain starts, the thunderstorm happening outside won’t be able to match the storm brewing inside between Buck and Eddie.  It’s the universe’s final scream and when the tumultuous winds begin to blow, they’ll have one last chance to hold onto everything they’ve built over the last six years or they’ll lose it all forever.

Chapter 12 - Buck and Eddie have always shared a deep physical attraction and an emotional intimacy that’s unmatched but now that they’re in a relationship, they’re learning how to navigate the romantic intimacy they’ve been waiting for six years to explore. The love they have for each other is a once in a lifetime, soulmate, love of their lives type of love that transcends space and time.

Chapter 13 - While navigating the newness of their romantic relationship, Buck and Eddie take advantage of every moment they spend together. As their individual lives, people from their pasts, time constraints and the possibility of losing each other again make attempts to interrupt and interfere with their journey to forever, they love, care for, support and hold onto each other even tighter to withstand it all.

Chapter 14 - Buck and Eddie can see the lights at the end of the tunnels regarding the results of Buck’s Cancer Screening along with everything else they’re dealing with. But are the lights they see exits to the tunnels or are they headlights on different runaway trains that are speeding towards them in an effort to interrupt their forever?

Chapter 15 - Buck and Eddie have known they were exactly who the other one wanted in a partner since they met six years ago when they agreed to have each other’s backs. They’re in a romantic relationship, they’re both preparing to ask the other one to spend forever with them and by the end of the seventh week into their relationship, together they will plan their most important and greatest adventure for their future.

Chapter 16 - As Buck and Eddie begin to prepare for their marriage ceremony that will take place in Rome, Italy in December 2023, they start planning their first international adventure as a romantic couple. Even though Chris is still the only person they’ve told about their relationship, several people who know them have already witnessed the love they share and as the days continue, others will witness it too.

Chapter 17 - As Buck and Eddie get closer to departing Los Angeles for their international adventure, a moment in time will remind them; life is fragile, tomorrow isn’t promised and every second of everyday should be cherished because everything can change in an instant. The result of that realization will cause them to hold onto each other even more.

Chapter 18 - As Buck, Eddie and Chris prepare for family gatherings before and during the Thanksgiving holiday, the “Santa Ana Winds” start to blow and all sorts of expected and unexpected familial drama ensues.

Chapter 19 - As Buck and Eddie get closer to their wedding day, the universe begins to align everything so that some of their parent and children's relationships are strengthened while others come to an abrupt end.

Chapter 20 - Will be posted soon.

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Mini Fanfic #1214: Home At Last (King of Fighters)

We interrupt this program to bring you Breaking News in the Streets of Southtown!!

News Anchor: The coffee shop owned by World's Famous Pop Idol, Athena Asamiya, is now opened back up for business after it's services abruptly came to a screeching holt once the infamous crimelord- (Shows a Picture of Geese and Billy on Screen) Geese Howard, walked inside with his bodyguard, kicking all of the previous customers out. (Shows a Picture of a Smiling Shingo Yabuki on Screen) It was only thanks to this brave employee making their respective coffees that the establishment continues on to it's regular scheduled program.

Geese: (Being Interviewed Live as He and Billy Walks Over to Their Limousine) That young man was able to make me fall in love with a cup of cappuccino again after ten plus years. It's a shame we can't have him working for us part-time.

Billy: Our line of business is far too unpredictable and dangerous for an honest-to-good kid like him to keep up.

Geese: (Simply Nodded in Agreement) Yes, very true. Still, a loss is a loss and I'm willing to accept it. Now of you'll excuse us- (Billy Opens the Limo Dpor For Him as He Takes a Seat Inside) We have a meeting to attend to.

Billy: You heard the boss. (Angrily Grips the Hold of his Red Pole and Uses it to Poke the Camera) If you and your crew don't scram in the next five seconds, I'm gonna TEAR YA ALL APAR-

*TV Static, Lost Signal*

Few Minutes Later at the Streets of Southtown.........

Shingo: (Sighs in Sweet, Pure Relief While Walking Next to Rock on the Sidewalk) Finally! The day is finally coming to a close!.....For the next few hours or so, but still.

Rock: My thoughts exactly, pal. ('Sigh') Sorry my actual dad forced you make coffee for him just to make an excuse to talk to him.

Shingo: (Gives Rock a Reassuring Smile on his Face) Nah, don't worry about it. I'm just glad it all worked out aa well as it did. (Look ls Down at his Hands He's Holding Up) My coffee making skills has REALLY been paying off these days!

Rock: I know, right? You really came a long way if you were able to get Geese, of all people, to be impressed by it. (Gives Shingo a Friendly Bump on the Shoulder) I'm proud of you, bud.

Shingo: Thanks, Rock, I'm proud of myself for keeping everything together. (Stops By In Front of Rock's Apartment) I hope everyone back home wasn't too worried about us though....

Rock: (Walks Up the Stoop Along with Shingo) Given call the text messages and voice calls I've gotten in the past few minutes, I'm surprised that they didn't make a search party on us yet.

Rock takes out a spare apartment key from under a nearby flower pot to use it to open the door.

Shingo: I'll let them know we're-

Before the boys can do anything else, the front door suddenly opens wide as a blue and and white colored blur rushes out of the room and hug tackles Shingo, making him lose his balance and panic.

Shingo: AHH! Whatsonme, whatsonme, WHATSON-(Hears the Sound of Sniffing as He Regains His Balance, Looks Down to See a Very Familiar Face Latching Onto Him) Me? Kula?

Kula: ('Sniff') (Looks Up at Shingo With Tears Running Down From her Sparkling Eyes) You guys are okayyyy!!~ (Went Back to Crying onto Shingo's Chest)

Rock: Kula....(Reaches his Habd Out of his Friend) H-Hey, there's no need to-WOAH! (Gets Pulled into a Very Tight Hug by his Adopted Mother, Blue Mary)

Mary: (Holding her Baby Up While Tears in her Eyes as Well) You dumb kids!~ ('Sniff') We've been calling and texting you two for an hour now! We were so worried!

K': (Walks Over to Mary and Co.) And I had to calm these two down before we decided to come out, looking for you two dorks. (Lowers his Shades Down From his Face While Raising an Eyebrow at Rock) Did your phones died or something, Bogard?

Rock: ('Sigh') No, they weren't. We forgot to text you about Geese and-

Mary: (Eyes Widened in Anger) GEESE!? (Quickly Turns her Head From Side to Side) Where's that rat ass bastard!? Did he hurt you boys-

Rock: (Gently Grabs Under Mary's Arm, Getting her To Slowly Lower Him Back Down to the Ground) Hey, mom? Mom, just calm down, okay? He didn't hurt either of us at all. We just sat down talked for a few minutes until it was time for him to leave. I promise you.

Mary: (Examines Rock's Face Fpr a Bit) I don't see any bruises on you. ('Sighs in Relief') Fine. I'll take your word for it, but call me next time this type of crap happens again, you got it!? You mean the world to me, Rocky, and I'm getting really sick and tired of losing the closest people in my life right now, so- ('Sniff') (Pulls Rock Back into Another Hug Before Tearing Up Again) Promise me!!~ (Starts Kissing Rock On the Cheek)

Rock: (Chuckles Ticklishly by Mary's Kisses) Okay, okay, you got. I promise not to scare you guys like that ever again. You have my word.

Mary: You better. (Gives Rock One Big, Final Kiss on the Cheek Before Letting Him Go) Shingo! Come over here and gimme a hug!

Shingo: Yes, ma'am! (Looks Back Down at Kula, Who is Still Hugging Him) You don't mind if I-

Kula: (Sighs in Defeat Before Letting Go of Shingo) Go ahead. (Gives Shingo a Big Kiss on the Cheek) I love you.

Shingo: (Chuckles Lightly as He Gently Ruffles the Top of Kula's Hair) I love you too, princess!~

Kula: (Playfully Slaps Shingo's Hajd Off her Hair) Heyyyy!~ (Pouts at Shingo) No messing up the hair, mister!

Shingo: (Snickers Some More) Right, right. Sorry. (Walks Over to Mary)

Rock: (Walks Over Kula) Can....I get a hug to- (Immediately Gets Hug Tackled by Kula) Ooh-kay!.

Kula: You scared me!~

Rock: ('Sigh') I know. (Gently Rubbing the Top of Kula's Hair) I'm sorry.

Shingo: (Spread his Arms Out For Mary While Walking Over to Her) We're sorry for making you guys worried, Ms. Mar-RYYY! (Immediately Gets Pull into a Tight Hug)

Mary: ('Sigh') It's okay. Just don't scary us like that again. And don't call me miss either! Just 'mom' is fine.

Shingo: (Winces a Bit in Pain) Yeah. (Happily Hugs Mary Back) Sure thing, mom.

K': (Glares at Shingo) Yeah, you better be sorry for giving us a heart attack and shit......

Shingo: (Turns to K' With a Genuine Surprise Look on his Face) Wait, K'. You've been worried about us this entire time?

K': (Scoffs Before Crossing his Arms Together and Turning Away) As if. I know you two would be fine.....Then again, I'd....(Turns Back Around With a More Worried Look on his Face) Probably be pissed if something bad DID happen to you two in that café. So.....I dunno.

Shingo: (Heart Begins to Melt in Genuine Happiness) Awwwwwww~ You hear that, Rock? K' really was worried about us!~

Rock: (Chuckles Lightly Along with Kula) Thanks, K'! 'Knew you have a heart.

Kula: You big softie!~

K: (Turns Away Again in Annoyance) ('Tch') Shut up. I wasn't nearly as dramatic about it as you were

?????: Shingo!?

K': And speaking of which.....

Mary: (Smiles Sheepishly) We may of called a few before about this before you two arrived here.

Shingo looks down and see his girlfriend,, Leona Heidern standing in front of the stoops with a very worried look on her face.

Shingo: (Quickly Rushes Himself Down the Stoops-) Leona-san-Woaho WOOOAH! (-Before Tripping Over and Fall into Leona's Arms While Giving Her a Soft Smile) Hi.

Leona: (Hugs Shingo Lovingly) Hi. K' informed me on what happened so I had to get here as fast as I could. Are you and Rock okay?

Shingo: Yeah, we're fine. Rock just had a one on one talk with his actual dad is all. (Starts Rubbing The Back of his Head Back and Forth) Meanwhile, I was forced and threatened to make him and Billy's coffee for the time being......

Leona: (Hair Instantly Turns Red in Anger) I'll kill them.

Shingo: (Immediately Place Both his Hands Onto Leona's Cheeks) Nononono! It's okay! They didn't hurt me, I swear! I only made coffee for them the entire time and they loved it. I even managed to befriend Billy along the way too!

Leona: You......(Turns her Hair Color Back to Blue as She Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) Are friends with Billy Kane now?

Shingo: Yeah, that surprises me too just thinking about it. He's actually pretty cool once you get to know him more. And....if he wants to be nice.

Leona: ('Sigh') I suppose I can take your word for it. (Starts Pouting at her Boyfriend) But you are forbidden from leaving my side for the rest of the night here!~

Shingo: (Chuckles Lightly While Salutingto Leonsla) Yes, ma'am! I'm sorry~

The couple leans over and kiss each other on the lips all while K' sticks his tongue out in mild disgust before Mary lightly slaps him upside the head for being rude, leaving Rock to snicker at his dispense along with Kula until-

???????: Rocky?

Rock: (Looks Down to See his Girlfriend, Hotaru Futuba, Standing in Front of the Stoops as Well) Hotaru? (Goes Down the Stoop) What brings you out here?

Hotaru: (Lightly Pouts ar Rock) I came over to see you, dummy!~ I saw the news about you and Shingo back at the café right before your mom called me. So I had to run all the way there and here to come and help, but now you're here, okay, and- ('UGGH') (Gives Rock a Loving Hug) You worried me so freaking much right now, I can't!~

Rock: (Hugs his Girlfriend Back) I'm know. I'm sorry. I'll find a way to make it up to you.

Hotaru: (Looks Up at With Puppy Dog Eyes) You promise?~

Rock: (Chuckles Lightly) Yeah. Promise times in-

?????: ROCK! SHINGO!

The gang turns to see the Legendary Wolf of Southtown, Terry Bogard, sprinting down to his old apartment, exhausted.

Terry: I'm......Finally.....FINALLY.....Here......(Stops Directly at his Destination Before Bending Down and Panting With his Hands on his Knees)

Rock: Terry? You ran here too?

Terry: (Gets His Upper Body Back Up Before Wiping the Sweat Off his Forehead) ('Whew') Yeah.....I ran like.....(Points Behind Him) Allllll the way from the other side of the town to get here! (Takes a Ring Out From his Pants Pocket) Where this...dumb ring sent me here.

Hotaru: (Raises an Eyebrow a Bit) A ring got you here?

Rock: It's dimensional.

Terry: Yeah.....(Taps on his Chin While Thinking) I should probably learn how to use it properly......And I definitely need to show you guys around Smash Town sometime- But I-I'm getting ahead of myself. (Turns to his Adopted Son) Rock, what happened? Did that bastard Geese laid any fingers on you? (Turbs to Shingo Next) You too, Shingo. Are you alright?

Shingo: (Gives Terry a Thumbs Up While Still Being Carried I'm Leona's Arms) We're doing just fine, Mr. B!

Rock: (Nodded in Agreement) Geese just wanted to catch up and talk to me is all. It didn't went out as terribly as I thought I would believe it or not.

Terry: ('Sighs in Relief') Good. (Angrily Cracks Both his Knuckles Slowly) I would hate to beat the ever living crap outta him again if he did.

K': (Smirks at Terry) And then what? Get yourself tired out after running over to the coffee shop, old man?

Kula: (Snickers at Terry's Dispense)

Terry: (Glares at K') Oh will you shut up over there, neighbor? I'm still as fit and healthy as I've ever been thank you!

K': Yeah for a soon to be senior citizen- ('Slap') Ow! (Gets Smacked Up Side the Head by Mary Again)

Mary: Quit making fun of my man, K'. (Smirks Seductively at Terry) He's still good looking delectable no matter how old he gets in my eyes~

Terry: (Smirks Back at Mary While Winking and Pointing at Her) Right back at you, sexy mama~

Hotaru: (Giggles Softly to Rock's Parents)

Rock: (Puts on an Embarrassed, Deadpinned Look on his Face) Getting off topic with the flirting.

Terry: (Immediately Comes Back to Reality and Blushes Along with Mary) Oh! Uh.... ('Clears Throat') Right. Sorry. I'm glad he didn't hurt you guys, rookie. 'Hope he didn't try to sweet talk you into joining him or something. (Rolls his Eyes) He's conniving like that.

Shingo: Well, he did try to get me to become his personal coffee maker before leaving!

Rock: Yeah, he really liked that coffee he made for him and Billy. But I'd never let 'em take him away on my watch. Just like how I would never let him sway me into being a part of my life. (Smiles Softly at Terry and Everyone Outside Present) I know who my true family are.

Terry: (Heart Begins to Melt in Genuine Happiness as He Pulls Rock into Loving Hug) And we couldn't be any happier to have you a part of it, son.

Rock: ('Ugh') Terry, you're sweaty.

Terry: Yeah, well, deal with it. I did not ran all around to get denied a hug from my own son.

Mary: (Went Back Inside) Hang on I gotta get the camera!~

Terry: Take all the time you need, babe! We have all night!

Rock: (Looks Around to See All his Friends Having Their Phone Facing Their Phones In Frint if Him) Seriously? You guys too?

Hotaru: Rocky, this is a precious moment we're experiencing right now. We can't miss this!~

K': Yeah and how else am I gonna use it as blackmai- (Gets Shoulder Bump By Kula) I mean. How else am I supposed to capture this father and son moment.

Kula: (Happily Nodded in Agreement)

Leona: (Smiles Softly) It's always wonderful to share a photo or two with your loves ones.

Shingo: (Smiles Brightly) Yeah, and have them as your memories for years to come

Terry: (Chuckles Lightly) Why, are you kids sweet? Take all the pictures you need, we're ready!

'Clicks Clicks Clicks Clicks Clicks'

Rock: ('Sighs Heavily') My life.

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[agronzky]

⠀⠀⠀ 𝐁𝐁𝐂 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝟏 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒. ♡

"I’d never have a friend who could be such an ass."

"How small you are, for such a great destiny."

"If anyone wants to go and kill him they can go ahead. In fact, I’ll give them a hand."

"None of us can choose our destiny. And none of us can escape it."

“I want you to swear to me, what you’re telling me is true.”

"A half cannot hate what truly makes it whole."

"I just want someone to see me for what I am."

“I can't stand by and watch him die.”

"Sometimes you have to do what is right and damn the consequences.”

"In life you always have a choice, sometimes it is easier to think you don't."

“I am a terrible liar. I start sweat, my-my vision blurs, my brain stops working.”

“If this were a time of war, I’d have you flogged.”

"I think I'm starting to get the hang of this whole deception lark."

"You've been terrible. Really, I mean it. The worst servant I've ever had."

“Come on stop pretending to be interesting. Tell me.”

“He must care for you a great deal.”

“Whatever happens out there today, please don’t think any differently of me.”

“So you have been outwitted by a rat.”

“My throat was so dry, I thought I wouldn’t be able to talk."

"This is no time to be a hero. It really doesn't suit you."

"Had no idea you were so keen to die for me."

"He can't die. It is my destiny to protect him. We haven't done all the things we're meant to do!"

“I'm sorry. Whatever the price is, I will pay it gladly."

“On your long journey to become king, you’ll need a guardian angel.”

“I sometimes wonder if you know who I am.”

"You should not have killed my friend."

[50cal-fullauto-astarion]

this is so self indulgent of me to ask but let me embarrass myself by asking for tummy kisses for Prem and Bug

FGSGHSH I LOVE YOU POSH. I'm sorry this took so long - Christ I feel so rusty - and the ending is a blunt as a gunshot, but I THINK IT'S CUTE and I hope I didn't butcher Bug too much 💖🥹

Prem is taller than Bug. That’s a fact of nature. Even on flat-feet, Prem’s a good five inches taller. But. Shit. She’s got this pair of five inch Louboutin heels—the fuckin’ sharp-an’-pointy kind, flashy black patent leather, with those retina-searin’ red bottoms Bug’d only seen in magazine pages until Prem had pulled ‘em out of her luggage. 

She wears them with a Barbie Doll heel foot on her prosthetic, walkin’ well balanced with a sleek, dark-oiled teak cane with the silver head of a mallard for a handle. Looks a bit vampiric, but not in a bad way. Sort of way that makes Bug’s mouth run dry, and reach for Price’s sipping whiskey to quench her pinching-parched throat.

“Mm?” the man hums, rubbing his recently trimmed beard, following her eyes, and then he gets that fuckin’ pinched up, pleased smirk on his face, like he knows somethin’ about somethin’. “Yeah. The heels always have me fucked up, too.”

“Piss right off,” Bug grunts, taking his glass in full, and he only chuckles to himself, joining her in watching Prem swim her way through the gallery show. Feels strange to Bug, a bit, to see Prem’s death masks mounted on black grids of metal, lit harsh and bright from above with studio track lamps—but by no means wrong. No, more was like seeing an old friend finally finding a place they belonged. Been on the woman’s ass long enough to get her to agree to a show. 

Prem—true to her callsign, Premonition, the woman that sees the future and all that lies hidden—must feel the eyes on her, because she turns her head to look over a sleek shoulder, and a smile warps her painted-burgundy lips. She lifts a hand and waves with a little wiggle of her ring finger, right at her.

Bug can just feel Price making that goddamned quokka face again, staring dead at the side of her face. She swills the giant cube of ice around the dregs of his whiskey, and she jabs him where it smarts, but only a bit, “Think Soap’s gone and let your mutt get picked up by the RSPCA yet? Or you think he’s still wanderin’ some back road like a bum?

Price shakes his head. “Nah. Dog’s fine, probably making moon-eyes at Bordelon,” he starts, but he shrugs his shoulders with a thoughtful look, “Soap’s probably up with Agnes trying to dust her crypt.”

“Oh, you dirty old fuck,” Bug snorts, pulling a face of disgust, “Agnes’s taste is so much better than that. Disgusting you’d even suggest that.”

“Mhmm,” Price purrs, leaning back against the bar, resting a hand on the small of her back, rubbing his blunt fingers into the small pad of soft pudge he finds there.

+

Prem is the one to pinch Price’s jaw, giving it a good jiggle around eleven, when the crowd’s gotten thicker with the hipster art scene rats, and she can no longer functionally give a fuck about showing face. “John. My darling. My dear love. My...sweetest, closeted Nine Inch Nails boy—”

“Fuck’s sake,” he grunts, jiggled.

“—can you please, please find us some good scran?” she finishes, leaning heavily on her cane, her weight bent toward Bug’s figure. He rolls his eyes, but there’s a smirk pulling at his mouth under the chops—just a little one, like it’s a bit shy of showing itself. Prem knows she’s won the moment she sees it, pulling him in for a *pap!* of a kiss before giving his cheek a chummy clap. “Good man, crack on.”

Bug slides right into Prem’s free side, sliding an arm around the woman’s waist as one of Prem’s snakes around her shoulders. “So, what was the trick for pullin’ that off, eh? He gives me all sorts a’shit when I try to boss him,” Bug laughs, sinking into the scent of Prem’s perfume.

“Y’just have to get his dick a little bit hard, that’s all,” Prem hums in return, waggling her brows. “You’re a dabhand at it, y’know? Just gotta harness it, eh.”

“Ooh, I’ll have to practice on that then, won’t I?” Bug is beaming, and she knows it. Doesn’t try to hide it, either. Neither does she try to hide the way that she keeps glancing at Prem’s lips when she looks up into her face, tugging her toward down the sidewalk in the direction of their hotel.

Prem’s eyes—already dark under the streetlamps, wet and deep like pools of ink—go half-lidded, and she dips her head, tucking her nose under Bug’s heavy mane of curls. Fuckin’ embarassin’ it is, how fast Bug grows wet between the legs as she feels Prem’s lips pressin’ slow and warm against her neck, where the print of her lipstick will remain hidden.

“Mm,” Prem begins to murmur, “wanted to do that feck-off bad all night. Kept seein’ you and John standin’ together, and don’t know what’s wrong with me.” Her eyes squeeze tight, still breathing against Bug’s skin. “Couldn’t stop thinkin’ about watchin’ you two fuck the daylights out of each other. Him on top, feckin’ you all slow, and hard—”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Bug barks with laughter, shaking her head, yoking Prem’s throat loosely in her hand, pushing her back a bit, burning head to toe with a bright flush and a thumping desire that starts in her cunt and booms out to her fingers, toes and lashes. “Can’t even wait ‘til we’re back in the hotel, huh? We got you in that bad of a way?”

“Always!” Prem sniffs, grinning.

+

There’s only a single lamp on in the room, and Prem is wearing only her prosthetic, and her panties, with a tube of her lipstick tucked in the band. Demon of a woman had the gall to let Bug get all the way dressed down to one of Price’s black t-shirts and her drawers before she made her move. Bug had to admit, though—good fuckin’ move, that one. Might have to tuck it in her own pocket for later.

Bug snorts as Prem’s hands slide up to her hips, gripping the softness she finds there, and deeper, until her fingertips knead tight muscles. Bug’s hands slide directly to the woman’s neck, resting with her thumbs over the pulsepoint, urging her down to kiss, and Prem falls right into the trajectory of it.

“Oh, aw, feck,” Prem laughs, pulling back from Bug’s lips, and the remorse sounds utterly put-on, “I’ve gone and shitted up your face. Look at you, you’re all smudgy. Didn’t mean to do all that.”

“And you’re a shit liar, darlin’,” Bug tosses back, feeling wild as she runs wide-open, letting Prem move her back to the bed, urging her up onto the pillows.

“Yeahhh—you’re right.” Prem has the audacity to fuckin’ giggle, burying her face against Bug’s neck once again, sliding between her spread legs, her hands moving farther up Bug’s shirt, savoring the soft curve of her waist, the structure of her ribs. But, goddamn, does she touch Bug as if considering her angles and construction like a well fine piece of art, wanting to pick up the techniques to copy into her own repertoire.

Up trails Bug’s shirt, a slow and subtle climb as Prem cups her breasts, rolling her nipples beneath her thumbs, pinching and tugging them slightly. Her grin’s impossible for Bug to ignore as her lips press more and more burgundy prints into her skin, and they both just find themselves laughing for no reason at all apart from sheer delight.

Prem’s knee slides up, coaxing Bug’s legs further open, and Bug sighs heatedly with the move, letting Prem push her shirt up over her breasts. “You’re a wicked-ass little thing,” she accuses, and Prem nods in emphatic agreement as she begins to kiss Bug’s freckled sternum.

She's kissed Bug's breasts, teasing her nipples with her soft, warm tongue, leaving behind prints of burgundy lips on the areola, the bottom swells, the top. Made herself right at home, groping Bug's hips tight before she leans up enough up to smart-ass-casual swipe more color onto her mouth, leaving Bug squirming and laughing under her. It only turns into a cackle when Prem dips to her stomach, kissing a belt across her waist, her bellybutton (where she dips her tongue, causing Bug to howl a surprised laugh and buck), and just—all over.

Makes Bug's head swim, it does. “Think you're just showin’ off at this point, sweetheart,” she snorts, brushing her fingers over Prem's short curls, slipping down to draw nonsense over the nape of her neck.

“Oh, no,” Prem hums, and Bug can feel her grin as it meets her hip, “am just stallin’ for…”

The door of the hotel room groans open, and Price's heavy steps are unmistakable alongside the shuffle of a paper bag in his arms, and the wrestling-out flap of his fleece lined denim jacket snapping. He doesn't stop what he's doing, but he sure takes a long look, and Bug can't help but grin wide under crinkled eyes and stick her tongue between her teeth as she gives a little wave. “Hi,” she says, simple as can be. 

Price drops the bag on the empty dresser— they'll find out in an hour or two he'd somehow managed to find cut italian hoagies by some miracle—and he sits on the other bed, looking at them as he unlaces his boots. Prem kicks her feet up in the air, crossing them at the ankles while she pressed her cheek to Bug's belly. 

“Am I early or late?” he grunts.

“Course he don't wonder if he's invited,” Bug teases, but she continues to smile. They've all three caught each other in compromising enough positions to play grab-ass about it—Price is the only one that acts caught when it happens. 

“Actually,” Prem sighs, rising to her knees in a well practiced movement, sliding forward to kiss Bug's lips as she goes, “you're right on time.”

Prem's got the audacity to sneak launch a playful clap between Bug's legs—over her soaked, but clothed crotch—earning herself one wicked bark of indignation and a swat at her arm for making Bug's neglected pussy throb. But Prem continues regardless, ordering lightly, “Get your shite-arse over here and eat her. Poor thing's tremblin’.”

[thesmutalorian]

Yeah  they made the feral predator way too hot. The credits came on and I immediately went to Ao3 like “let’s see what the girlies have to say about thissssss” 🤭 I saw the original predator almost a decade ago and as much as I liked it, never would of guessed I’d be here now 🙂

 the ooman shit kills me, like why do they have these scary ass aliens saying such silly shit I’m gonna die. 

Turns ouuuuut, I actually have more to sayyyyy, but you don’t have to respond: I feel bad bc I don’t have an Ao3 account so I can never comment, but Gorl if I did, id have a whole essay for every chapter, including reaction images 😤. Ik you aren’t currently writing from Ta'Kesh’s POV (which is perfectly fine lol), but I really appreciated how you did so. The predator POV is so fun to read, they’re just so damn cold and pragmatic and just ALIEN yk? (Ta’kesh makes me laugh bc he’s such a lil psycho lol). At least when done right I think. The dynamic you have set up is really interesting, like I love a good slow burn enemies to friends to lovers, but the cultural differences and species hierarchy sets it up for some really fascinating (JUICY) interactions/character development. I was unfortunate enough to come upon your story very early, there aren’t many other fics that hold up to the standard you set! (Have you read The Devil You Know? One of the only other quality fics I’ve found that seems to accurately portray that sort of dynamic- 10/10 recommend). 

But anyway, the arrogance, the entitlement, just the cold bluntness makes predator fic so engaging to me. When you take a person with that deeply ingrained of a mindset (that’s another aspect I love, the question of whether or not yautjas are innately “predatory” or if it’s largely due to cultural upbringing) and force them to interact with with someone they deem inferior in a way they never have had to before (and there was only ONE BED heheh) I’m eating that shit up with 2 hands like GOOD SOUP!!😤😤😤

 I appreciate it even more with a quality OC and I like Charlie a lot. I really struggle with reader/you fics bc beyond me just being like “lol I would not do that”, I like having an established character to root for :). She has an interesting past that you’ve managed to portray in an appealing and unostentatious way. Reminds me of Rust cohle from True Detective.  I like that she’s very brave, but not to the point of ridiculousness lol. She has her moments where she’s able to act courageously in order to try to survive, but still gets intimidated/scared (extremely valid) sometimes with the big ass scary aliens. Do you have anyone in mind for how she looks?

Some highlights so far:

Greatly enjoyed ta’kesh’s cringe fail lake venture where Charlie showed his ass up while he fucking stands in the background looking like a drowned ass rat ahahah but watching her Commit Violence like 👀

Idk why but aliens using bidets is so fucking funny to me

Kinda living for ta’kesh being a dork and talking to his cat all the time hehe

let me see what the girlies have to sayyyyy 👏🏼 absolutely the correct response. my friend and I stand by that alien v predator could've been entirely more romantic if they were brave enough but 🤪 no cause literallyyyyy when I read ooman I hear it in a baby voice and I canNOT take it seriously, like bless those authors truly but whoever started the ooman precedent.... I just wanna talk 🧍🏻‍♀️ and girly pop ofc I'm gonna respond you took the time to let me know how you feel and I /love/ interaction okay (I think there's a way to comment anon on ao3 with like a guest account or name or something but maybe I'm wrong idk) but either way you take the time I want to show my appreciation

I stopped his POV just cause I felt like I was backtracking and I'm already so slow (rip sorry) but I really do want to come back to it in the future just to have fun revealing his inner workings (cause sometimes I be writing things and giggling like pookie is such a brat and then I remember y'all can't hear the goofy ass voices in my head and you only know the story I show you) but yes yes their differences are gonna play out in so many ways that I just can't wait for 😇 AND YES IVE READ FRIGGY one of the few I made it all the way through and then had to literally have a whole moment to process that there wasn't a second part 😗😗 sick I tell you, sick,, but I completely understand the not being able to read FPOV or self insert because of the "ummm I would never" --- because that's EXACTLY how I started writing 💀😭 I was chatting w my friend and we were like ok but isn't it kinda weird how fast some of these fmc just like... accept the whole ass murder crab men? also--- how do they survive well in space and from there Charlie was born ahahahHA I was like ok but what if I made it realistic for bits (as realistic as scifi can be) and then asked people to suspend their disbelief for the fun bits like the space pond and the tail n shit 🤭🤭

I have a whole board of art for ta'kesh but I've never really stopped to think about Charlie 🧐🧐

YES DROWNED RAT IS SOOOOO RIGHT mans really does have an ego, which, like rightfully earned? but also... must be checked whenever author feels he needs it (all the time 😇)

the bidet was me being like what is something that isn't necessarily commonplace, but feels bougie enough that an advanced society would have it regularly around.... ah yes.... Bidet.

ta'kesh is a cat girl, confirmed

I promise to bring you more good soup in the future 🍲

[duchessanon]

A few short story ideas, bb:

Anne, the Olympian, at The Olympics in Montreal

Anne the speed demon lol! Apparently, she drove 93 mph in a 70-mph zone near her home in Gloucestershire, went to court and fined.

Anne's affair with her bodyguard, Mark Cross👀

bb, your version of the private letters between Anne and Sir Tim Laurence, that were obtained by The Sun but never published.

The Fandom rigged the Pulitzers?! Justice for busybody!

Inspired by true events. For the Annedom/fAnnedom xo

One fine morning in 1993, Princess Anne stood in the mirror combing her bouffant for another day of busy engagements. Today she was going to an engagement at a horsey school and decided to wear her full Olympic horsey outfit for the occasion.

Her husband, Timmy appeared behind her with hearts in his eyes. 'Wow, you look fresh out of a trough'

Anne scowled. 'What have I told you about making horsey compliments when you don't understand horses!'

'I'm sorry my beloved' Timmy said mournfully. He really was trying to understand her love of horses and continued to wear his chaps every evening because the sight of them set her nethers in a flutter.

'A trough is what animals drink out of, if I had come out of a trough I'd look like a rat coming out of a sewer!'

Timmy did a sad face but didn't argue with Anne. She was in a bad mood because Fergie had pranced too far and trampled over her cabbage patch.

'If you want to give me a horsey compliment there's many of them!' Anne proceeded for ten minutes listing horsey related compliments starting with 'Your heart is like a Trojan Horse' and ending with 'I could ride you!'

All of a sudden Anne snapped out of her equine reverie and hollered 'oh busybody I'm late! This is your fault for distracting me!!!'

Timmy was startled and tried to help but Anne was out of there and he mused out loud 'like a stallion out of a stable'.

'It's like a horse out of a gate!!!' Anne shouted as she sped away.

On the way to the horsey school, Anne put her foot down and grumbled about the uselessness of men. Just look at her three brothers. She couldn't be late, the family already had a reputation for being lazy, useless, tax money stealing busybodies.

Suddenly a siren started blaring behind her. 'What the shit butt are my escort doing?!' When they levelled up next to her, she suddenly realised this was no royal escort, it was the Pauper Police.

Anne dutifully stopped in a layby and the officer approached her.

'Excuse me, my name is Constable Buthol. Do you realise you were going 93 MPH?'

'Well yes of course I do Constable Butthole, I am Princess Anne and I have an important engagement at the horsey school, and now I'm even more late!!!'

'It's Buthol'

'That's what I said busybody Butthole! Now fine me quickly so I can get on my way'

'That's enough of your insolence, I'm an officer of the law and I am hereby confiscating this vehicle under section 6.9 of the highway code - dangerous driving and abuse of a member of the Pauper Police'

'ASS FLAKES!!!' As Butthole went to fill in the paperwork, Anne quickly used her car radio to call Timmy. 'Timmy I'm in trouble, I know I called you useless but I've been stopped by the Pauper Police for speeding and verbal abuse (snowflakes!) and I must get to the horsey school!'

'You didnt call me useless, my beloved'

'Well it was in my head then! Just hurry up will you, I'm on the road next to the lake. The traffic is too heavy. Bring me my horse!'

Timmy panicked. He couldn't ride a horse well, but what else would get Anne there in time? Suddenly he had a brainwave, his nethers jolted up at his cleverness.

Back on the road, Anne was standing alone after Butthole had taken her car. 'Fucking asshole busybody bitch bastard, and WHERE is Timmy with my horse?'

Just then there was a gigantic splash in the lake behind her. Timmy sat in a speedboat wearing his boaty uniform waving up at her and shouted, 'I can't do horses but I can do boats!'

Anne's nethers and whethers fluttered at her handsome sailor's efforts. She immediately jumped off the road and landed in his arms.

'I wondered if I had been too brusque this morning and you'd given up on me' Anne said as they sped along the lake, narrowly missing Fergie as she performed a solo synchronised swim.

'Never my beloved, wild horses couldn't drag me away from you or your nethers'

'Finally you got one right!' Anne said gleefully. Someone would be getting a roll in the hay tonight.

Fin.

@fannefictionarchive @princessanneftw

[katyon2020]

‼️‼️TW: Mentions of suicide, gaslighting and rat monching; and discussions of toxic love styles, financial abuse, desperation and codependency ‼️‼️

In my opinion, when you look past the shock imagery, the second MV mostly just confirmed the theory most people had about Mahiru.

She was a college student who fell in love with another man, but her love style was horribly toxic and she eventually drove him to suicide. Doesn't change my previous verdict on her at all apart from Kotoko being fucking insane. However, there was a single lyric that was already ticking me off even before the premier and now that we have the context, gives off some veeery uncomfortable implications about a character that's supposed to be a ''bubbly, air head''..........

''Clothes Food Shelter+Love and miss you''

See, before the premier me and bunch of other people theorised that this was implying she was financially dependent on her bf except there were a few problems with this theory, Mahiru does not seem financially bad off. In the 1st MV there is ZERO indications that she has to at least work her ass off to make ends meet, it wouldn't explain giant wardrobe of cute outfits she sporta in the 1st MV that COULDN'T have been cheap, hell, I think she even admits her parents already regularly send her money at one point! There's no reason for you to be sent money from your and not be able support yourself. These two statements are straight up contradictory. There's something else going in here.

And now that the MV is out we see that this line is sung alongside ''My lethal weapon: ''This is how to be in love with you'''' which wss basically a song about how yes her behaviour is over-bearing and stressful but it okay cause that's how ''love'' works. (Essentially admitting it was almost a gaslight song for him) And you have a concept that paints Mahiru in a really ugly light.

The bf was the financially dependent one and Mahiru was using that as one of the ways to keep him metaphorically chained to her.

And it makes sense when you take in other clues:

Firstly, like I mentioned the 1st MV shows off Mahiru in a variety of fashionable outfits that would not make sense for someone who is supposed to be financially struggling. Compare that to the bf who not only has ONE SINGULAR outfit throughout the entire thing but it looks rugged and dirty and something that would not look out of place if you WERE told he was homeless. And if you think that's me overthinking things, in-universe these MVs are extracted from their BRAINS and we already know what a giant fashionista Mahiru is, clothes are obviously going to be something that matter a lot to her!

Second, in the 1st MV, it's mentioned that they went camping at one point, what if they got lost at one point? This would explain the infamous rat scene 🐀as it would have served as the only food and it brings a whole new angle to that scene as I think I can safely assume the bf would refuse to eat a fucking rat under normal circumstances and only did it out of desperation. Which would explain their dynamic perfectly: Mahiru thinks she is feeding him to true love while he only accepts it out of desperation.

So yeah, I am sincerely sorry to all the mappi apologists as I painted your best girl in a really bad light but seriously, I want to present my speculations and let the fandom make up its own damn mind.