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One Whore Is As Good As Another

Aemond x Brothel worker x (drunk) Aegon

Summary: Desperate to prove he's no mere boy, Prince Aemond leaves his taunting brother and seeks out another conquest. Momentarily, he feels back in control, until his brother reappears.

Warnings: 18+, AFAB reader, reader is a brothel worker and has Valyrian features, targcest, rough sex, oral (m. receiving), face fuccin', P in V, semi-public sex, exhibitionism, titty slapping, humiliation, degradation, dysfunctional brothers

Word Count: 2000

A/N: I had this idea when I read the leaks for episode 3, and let's just say Aegon's awfulness worked great as inspiration. Filthy drabble ahead!

You've seen Prince Aemond's long, silver hair flash by in the corner of your eye countless times in the past weeks.

You never get the chance to observe the prince up close. He only appears fleetingly, confidently striding through the Blue Pearl towards the room where Madame Sylvie awaits him.

She seems to be his favourite; the only one allowed to touch the imposing young man. Sometimes he spends hours with her, though you are not privy to the details. All you know is that most men entering your place of employment conduct much shorter visits.

You do not envy your madame. Entertaining a Targaryen prince is no easy feat, from what you've heard.

Still, you do wonder what it would be like to catch his eye. For him to choose you, like he had chosen the madame.

Had he ever caught sight of you, like you did him? Had he ever seen the shimmer of your silver hair reflect in the corner of his eye?

Does you Valyrian heritage look as alluring as that of the statuesque prince, despite being born a bastard?

These thoughts had merely been fugitive, indulgent fantasies.

Until tonight.

Prince Aemond stands naked in the middle of the vast space in the heart of the Blue Pearl, seeing eye gazing out over the intertwined bodies moving in differing rhythms.

No one had asked for your services as of yet, and you'd therefore been tasked with refilling chalices and plates for the patrons.

The prince's gaze settles on you as you pour wine into a few cups scattered around, ensuring no one chases pleasure parched.

He walks towards you in slow, confident steps, seemingly uncaring that he is fully nude.

'Tis a brothel after all.

Placing the decanter back on the table, you curtsey as he draws near; trembling fingers fumbling with the thin material of your gown,

"Wine, your grace?"

"Do you work here?"

'Tis not the wine that caught his attention.

"Yes. How may I be of service?"

His eye scans the place, searching for a more secluded spot. He gestures towards a plush settee tucked away in a corner with a nod, prompting you to follow him there.

Walking next to the prince, you can truly admire the sharp features of his face. His hair is as fetching up close, and his skin resembles milk; so clear and smooth.

Clean.

Not fit for the filthy surroundings you'd been brought up in.

"Are you my uncle's bastard?"

His query catches you off guard,

"I-, I do not know, your grace. Mayhaps"

You could be his cousin.

Or his sister.

It matters little here; the gods had decided both of your fates when they ruled it fair he be born a prince and you a bastard to a whore in Flea Bottom.

Despite the evident uncertainty, your answer seems to please him.

Prince Aemond's hums, seeing eye narrowing and the right corner of his mouth twitching briefly, perhaps nearly breaking into a smile.

The possibility of you being his uncle's daughter excites him.

"Lay down"

You do as told, reclining on the settee. The corner the two of you occupy is fairly out of sight, yet there is no curtain hindering wandering eyes from seeing your act. It surprises you that the otherwise secretive prince would chose such an exposed place for your coupling, yet you say nothing.

The choice is his.

He inspects your form as you lie down; gaze traveling from the round softness of your breasts to the smooth skin of your inner thighs. The gown you wear leaves little hidden, and the prince's searing stare causes your heart to drum quicker in your chest.

The unpredictability of what he'll do next; of what he wants from you, causes as much unease within you as the determined look in his eye elicits.

He hums, head nodding faintly to himself, before he moves towards you, lifting one long, lean leg so he may straddle your chest.

His cock is right by your mouth, already growing larger as he gazes down at your face underneath him.

Perhaps 'tis the gaining of control that arouses the prince so; seeing you laid out for him with nothing but obedience to offer.

He feeds you his half-hard cock; not too brutish to force it all in your mouth at once. A prince still keeps his manners, you suppose.

Taking him in, you feel the skin of his member; hot and with a taste like salt. It's heavy in your mouth, and the awkward position the prince has you in does not allow you much movement.

He looks down at you; one eye stoney and unmoving, with shadows and light dancing in it. The other expressive and fierce.

Hungry.

Both his hands grab the back of the seat as he leans forward, forcing more of his cock down your throat. It prevents you from breathing, yet you do your best to appease him, sucking and swallowing him to the best of your ability.

You feel his balls slap your chin as he rocks into your mouth, pleased grunts escaping his lips.

A few more thrusts and you start to feel dizzy, not receiving enough air with the prince's manhood in your mouth and his lower belly pressed up against your nose.

You gently tap his leg and he abruptly pulls away from you, hurriedly moving off of you to stand next to the settee.

You cough as you inhale air once again, looking up at him with glassy eyes and wet lips, shining with spit.

His face is still harsh and demanding, and your gaze flickers down to his cock.

Decorated in your spit, it has grown double in size and is now red; like vexed skin after a beating.

You lay still, breathing rapidly to regain your senses. After giving you a moment to calm, Prince Aemond gestures for you to stand, and sits down on the settee.

He grabs your hips, dragging you towards his lap, and so 'tis your time to straddle him, take his cock in hand and sink down on it.

You know how to play these games. You know how to appease the men seeking your touch. Still, the moan you emit as you take in the prince is not solely performative; the stretch of his member fills you to the point of pain.

You bite your lip in a vain effort to concentrate, set on pleasing and serving your prince. Moving up and down in a slow pace, you grow wetter and more accustomed to his intrusion, and soon, your own pleasure follows.

"A-, ah, Prince Aemond", you call out, hoping the flattery will make him favour you even more. Mayhaps as much as he favours your madame.

He grunts and places his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him so he may rest his face against your scarcely clad bosom. He's enjoying you; reveling in your cunt, and it feels like the highest of praise.

You continue to call his title, his name, moving faster and harsher up and down his length, until,

"Brother!"

You catch the flash of a figure stumbling towards you in the corner of your eye, certain you know who it is before looking up;

King Aegon.

His lips are curved into a lazy smile, eyes half-lidded and hair tousled,

"I knew you had it in ya!"

The king ends his exclamation with a slur, clearly far too drunk to be staggering around Flea Bottom unattended.

You'd never been eye to eye with the king before; word around the street was that he found the Blue Pearl far too dull. He requires more to quench his thirst for depravity.

And yet, seeing you ride his brother's cock seems to be to his liking,

"Come on, girl, ride the dragon!", King Aegon shouts before falling into a fit of laughter. His hand smacks your arse as if you were a mare, urging you to go faster.

You search the prince's face for approval, but he's not looking at you anymore. His dark gaze is trained on his brother; still harsh and determined. You take his silence for compliance and move faster; quick breaths of exhaustion and moans of pleasure slipping out from your still wet lips.

"Making her do all the work-",

Aegon's still laughing between the words he slurs out. Standing behind you, one of his hands move to cup your left breast, and he squeezes it roughly; too drunk to appreciate tenderness,

"-I can see why"

Prince Aemond is still silent; still staring at his amused brother.

"No, no, no, this won't do", the king mumbles as he releases the harsh grip he'd had on your breast,

"Remove your gown, bastard"

Again, you seek Prince Aemond's eye for instruction, but he does not grant it. So, you grab the hem of your thin attire and pull it off over your head, exposing yourself to the Targaryen brothers.

'Tis not like you've never been naked before; you entertain most guests nude. Still, there's something about the royals' presence, their ongoing, silent battle, that leaves you feeling more exposed than ever before.

King Aegon hums in appreciation at the sight of your bare teats, the same rough hand coming up to slap the side of one of them, chuckling as they knock together.

You pick up the pace to ride your prince again, yet the king does not leave you be. His voice is still amused, though tinted with something darker, as he commands his brother,

"I want to see you fuck her like a hound, Aemond"

The prince does not reply, and your pace does not falter. You were tasked with pleasuring the prince, and if he did not reply to his brother's orders, neither would you.

Though he is your king.

"Fuck her like a hound! Come on!"

King Aegon sounds more agitated now; impatient. He does not like that his brother does not obey him instantaneously; that he would refuse an order.

The prince is as stubborn as his elder, and in between the brothers, is you;

Caught between two dragons waging a war of wills.

"Get up", Prince Aemond grits through clenched teeth.

You comply, standing swiftly only to be turned and roughly placed back on the settee on your knees.

The prince places a hand on your lower back, pushing you to arch, and enters you in one stroke, reaching far deeper than your previous position had allowed.

He quickly sets a brutal pace; fucking your squelching cunt harsh and quick.

You desperately hold on to the back of the seat, vainly searching for some control as the prince takes his pleasure from you.

Behind you, you hear his laboured breaths and grunts, and the entertained cackle of the king,

"That's more like it!"

He walks around the settee to face you; watching your body as it sways back and forward with the prince's rough thrusts.

Leaning in closely, so closely that his wine-soaked breath is right by your cheek, King Aegon inquires, "How does royal cock feel?"

You know how to play these games.

"Heavenly, your grace"

He hums and touches a strand of your hair, twirling it around his finger, "Is that what your mother thought as well?"

He does not bother with waiting for an answer from you; truly, he's not interested in knowing. Instead, he circles the settee yet again to stand next to his brother, mesmerised by the sight of his cock driving in and out of you,

"Where on her will you spill?"

Prince Aemond stays silent, pace never faltering.

“Face, teats or arse?”, his brother asks, but before his stoic sibling answers, he decides for him,

"Spill on her face. You got to appreciate those, uh, familiar features"

A few more rough strokes and the prince pulls out, grabs your waist, and turns you around so that you face them both. He pushes on your shoulder in a silent order for you to get on the floor, once again with his member in your face.

With a quick hand he strokes his slick cock, seed shooting out like arrows, landing on your cheeks, in your hair, on your lips.

He's breathing heavily, yet does not say anything, nor does he moan or grunt. He simply decorates your face in pearly luminescence, matching your silver hair and lilac eyes.

When he's done, he turns, and you see his older brother lay a comradery hand on his shoulder, commending him for "a good fuck".

As the brothers walk away together, you see the tension in Prince Aemond's shoulders ease ever so slightly.

The burdens of being a royal.

A/N: If the HotD writers want Aemond to be obsessed with his uncle, I'll comply! I like to write these little drabbles as a fun way to practice writing without much pressure, so please be kind, it's all just for fun!

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In Sunday's chapter the madame mentioned that Aemond brought girls from the brothel to the fortress for his pleasure, you could make the reader one of those girls but she is a virgin and it is her first job

This took so long to write, but I was so invested in the story that it almost got to 3k...oops. I hope you enjoy this Aemond smut <3

Warnings: 18+, smut, virgin!reader, (brief) mention of child prostitution, prostitution, oral (m receiving), p + v

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As soon as you stepped into the pleasure house for the night, Madam Sylvi collected you. She had been waiting for you. Your heart pounded in your chest as you followed her to the back saloon, fearing the worst. You wondered if there had been a complaint from a customer and if you were about to be fired.

‘’Scrub your body with a sponge and change into this,’’  she said, handing you a muted blue dress that tied at your neck. ‘’You will be working outside the house tonight.’’ 

You frowned, confusion washing over you. ‘’Outside the house?’’ you repeated. 

Whoever this customer was, he must be paying the Madam a lot of gold pieces to have girls brought to him because when you got hired, the Madam was clear about not going home with the customers. It was strictly forbidden. 

She nodded. ‘’A special customer. He used to come here regularly, but after a recent event, he now requests to have girls brought to him. It minimizes the risks of indiscretion.’’

You swallowed hard. You had been working at the pleasure house for a week and were only doing smaller services. A nervous feeling bubbled in your stomach. You knew that one day you would be required to expand your services, but you didn’t think it would be outside the safety of the house. What if this customer was violent with you? 

Madam Sylvi gave you a soft, reassuring smile. ‘’Worry not, child. I trust this customer to take good care of my girls. You will be well-paid and well-fed.’’

Once you were ready, you and two other girls were escorted to the gates of the Red Keep. A guard in armor was waiting for you, and walked you in silence through the winding corridors of the castle that you had never seen before. You kept your gaze low and walked quickly, intimidated by the impressive beauty of the keep and the royal quarters.

The guard stopped in front of two large doors. He knocked, and waited for a moment. One of the doors opened and a man ushered the three of you into the room. His hair was dark, not white. He must be at the service of a figure of the crown.

‘’Stand in line for the Prince Regent,’’ the man said.

The Prince Regent? The name sent a shiver down your spine. You had heard whispers about him, but never saw him in person. Like all Targaryen men, he must be of an alluring beauty. 

The door opened again and you all straightened your posture as Prince Aemond walked in. He was tall and dressed head to toe in black leather. An impressive sword was sheathed on one hip, a dagger on the other. He looked imposing, fierce, and insanely beautiful. 

‘’The girls have arrived, Your Grace. The Madam has sent her finest ones.’’ 

Aemond glanced at the three of you, standing in the middle of the room in your light dresses. ‘’Thank you, Ser Phillip. I will see for myself.’’ 

He moved past the first one, too plain faced for his liking. The girl was hurt by Prince Aemond’s rejection, but she tried to conceal it. You wanted to tell her that she looked good regardless of what the prince thought, but decided against it. You’ll offer her comfort later. Maybe you’ll both need it. 

The second one had large green eyes and nipples so dark you could see them through the thin fabric of her dress. Aemond glanced up and down, and then spoke in a monotone voice. ‘’Turn around.’’

The girl complied, and turned around on the spot. Aemond circled her, like a shark circling its prey. He was cold. Completely emotionless. He reached out to touch her, feeling the smoothness of her skin, looking for imperfections. 

‘’How lovely is she?’’ he said to Ser Phillip. 

‘’Very lovely, Your Grace.’’ 

Aemond pulled the tie of her dress behind her neck, causing the blue fabric to fall and pool down at her feet. The girl gasped softly, not expecting the prince to disrobe her. He reached to grab one of her breasts, her tan skin contrasting with his. 

‘’Do you like my breasts, my Prince?’’ the girl asked, a little too confident that he would pick her.  

‘’Not really.’’ Aemond retracted his hand. 

The girl’s face fell, but he didn’t care. 

He slowly walked towards you. You were terrified. Aemond had been quick to dismiss the two other girls. You didn’t notice any major flaws on either of them. He was extremely picky, or he was looking for something specific.

You tensed under his gaze, his single eye watching you like a cat with his prey. He studied your curves, your face. He took you in slowly. He seemed to like what he saw, but you didn’t want to get your hopes up like the last girl. 

‘’Turn around,’’ he commanded.

You obeyed, turning around slowly. He took in your backside, the shape of your hips. Unlike other girls at the pleasure house, you weren't gifted in the hips area, but Aemond didn't seem to dislike it. He reached out to touch the skin on your lower back. His fingers were long and elegant, and surprisingly gentle. He caressed up your back, pulling your hair to the side with his other hand so he could carry on to your neck. His touch sent shivers through your body. You felt like prey in a cage, and he was the hunter.

Your shoulders trembled slightly, and Aemond noticed. ‘’You look scared, little one,’’ he whispered.

‘’I’m sorry, my Prince— I mean, Your Grace.’’ You bit your cheek, cursing yourself. 

Technically, your title was not wrong, Aemond was still a prince. However, as he was acting as the regent in the stead of King Aegon, ‘Your Grace’ was more appropriate.

Behind you, Aemond smirked. He enjoyed the effect he had on you. ‘’Take the others and leave us,’’ he ordered Ser Phillip. ‘’Use them for yourself if you wish. I care not.’’ 

The man bowed his head and took the two other girls out of the room, leaving you alone with the prince. 

 Once the door closed behind Ser Phillip, Aemond stepped closer to you and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of your hand. ‘’You are a sight for sore eyes,'' he whispered, his one eye looking at yours.

His words left you flushed and stunned. You have been called beautiful in many degrading ways since working at the pleasure house. It was nice to hear true compliments. 

‘’I was disappointed with the Madam's girls tonight. All plain faced and overused. I remember my brother wetting his cock in the first one when I was a lad.’’

She didn't seem older than eight and ten, she must have been very young when she started working at Madam Sylvi's. 

''But you,'' Aemond said, letting go of your hand to lift your chin and gently force you to look up, still holding his gaze. 

You were so captivated by the prince's piercing eye that you didn't notice Aemond moving closer. His hand, firm and deliberate, slipped behind your neck, deftly tugging at the tie that held your dress in place. Before you realized what was happening, your dress slipped down your body, pooling silently at your feet, just as it had with the second girl moments before. 

The sudden chill of the room made you shiver, a cool breeze from the large windows brushing against your now-exposed skin.

Aemond ghosted a hand down your neck and over the goosebumps of your chest, watching your nipples turning into peaks invitingly. ‘’You must be a delight to fuck.’’ His palms covered your breasts, weighing them in his hand, kneading them.

‘’I…I would not know. I’ve never laid with a man.’’

Aemond raised a brow at your admission. ‘’Never?’’

‘’Never.’’

‘’How is it possible?’’ he asked. ‘’You work at Madam Sylvi’s pleasure house.’’

‘’I’ve only worked there as of recently. I used to be a baker, but with the False Queen’s blockade, we no longer get food in the city. The place was forced to shut down.’’

You were brief in your explanation, not wanting to bother him with smallfolk problems. It’s not what you were here for. The Madam warned all her girls about speaking of your private life to customers. 

‘’I apologize on the behalf of the crown, although my half-sister is to blame.’’ 

You gave him a nod, accepting his insincere apologies. He was probably taught to speak courtly and politically. ‘’That is kind of you, Your Grace, but I am not here to lament about the smallfolk’s misery.’’ You batted your best innocent eyes. ‘’What does the Prince wishes me to do?’’

Aemond brushed his thumb over your bottom lip. ''Get on your knees and that sweet mouth open wide.'' 

You knelt down and looked back up at him, waiting for another command. He took his time removing his sword belt and unbuckling his leather doublet. You pleasantly took awareness of the absence of a tunic under. 

He reached to unlace his breeches, pulling them down to his thighs and revealing his heavy, half-stiff cock. It was long and thick enough to make a tear drop between your legs. 

''Open wide, little bird,'' Aemond commanded, jerking himself to full hardness before feeding his cock to your awaiting mouth.

You wrapped your lips around him, bobbing down a few times to get him wet and slippery before grasping the bottom of his shaft and swiping your tongue over the slit at the head. Everytime you did this, the customers would moan loudly. 

But it didn't have the same effect on the prince. He stiffened, his jaw clenching, and pushed you down his cock by the back of your head. You were under his command tonight. You'll do what he wants. 

You continued bobbing your head up and down his length slowly as drool slipped past your lips and down his throbbing cock. The image was filthy and beautiful at the same time. You took him deeper, causing him to twitch in your mouth, and stopped before it hit the back of your throat. A quiet moan escaped your lips, his grip in your hair tightening. 

He released into your mouth with long spurts and quiet groans. You tried to swallow all he was giving you, but some ended up dripping down your chin and to your chest, painting your breasts with drops of thick white royal seeds. 

When he was finished, you pulled back and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.  ‘’What does His Grace wishes now?’’ you asked, looking up at him, waiting for his next instruction. 

He motioned for you to stand, a smirk tugging at his lips when he saw his seed on your body. He reached out and smeared it over your nipples. ''Go to my bed and wait for me.''

You nodded and walked across the large room, perceiving the bed in the distance. The sigils of House Targaryen were embroidered on the tapestries behind the headboard. You stared at it for a moment, then heard some shuffling, letting you know Aemond was approaching. 

Quickly, you hopped on the large bed and sat in the middle. 

Your jaw almost dropped when you saw him coming at you, fully naked. He was lean, but not too skinny, his muscles rippling over his body with every move. His chest was pale, and completely bare. 

Everyone says Targaryens are closer to gods than to men. You've never been a believer, but, with a body like his, Aemond Targaryen must have been crafted by the gods.

You tore your gaze away, looking down at your lap. ‘’I did not know how you wanted me…’’ you said, fiddling with your fingers.

Aemond lifted your chin. ‘’That’s alright. I’ll guide you.’’

He pushed you back against the sheets and settled between your legs. His hands felt along your skin, leaving more goosebumps behind. Except this time it wasn't because of the cool wind, but Aemond's simple touch. 

The prince looked down at you; rosy cheeks, bouncy breasts and soft thighs with enough meat to grab. He kissed between your breasts, and continued down your stomach and hips, pulling soft sighs from you as he got closer to your cunt. 

Was he like this with every girl that came to the Red Keep? 

Your question died on your tongue as his thumb pressed delicately against your clit. No customers had ever succeeded in finding it, forcing you to fake pleasure when they fumbled around. You pushed back against his thumb, wanting him to do it again. Aemond obliged, moving in motions you had never tried in the privacy of your bed before.

It was not allowed to kiss, but you didn't protest when his mouth crashed on yours. Your hand found way to his jaw, pulling him closer as he kissed you slowly. You were so enthralled by his lips that you barely noticed the two fingers that ran through your folds, prodding at your tight entrance.

You felt a slight uncomfortableness when his fingers slipped inside, your walls clenching around his digits. With how tight you felt, Aemond was looking forward to sinking his cock and pound into you. 

After a moment, he pulled you knees up, and a loud gasp escaped your mouth, your eyes squeezed shut suddenly as you felt him slowly pushing his cock deep into your walls. Your hands clenched in his hair and clawed at his hard chest, feeling like you were being teared open from the inside. 

You whimpered from the pain and scrunched your face, but Aemond didn't withdraw or pause. He continued pushing into you until he was buried to the hilt, causing you to gasp with wide eyes when you felt him hit something deep within you. 

He looked down at you, softly grazing your cheek with his thumb, then pulled out, watching your expression when he thrusted back in. His movements were steady and slow, getting you used to all the new sensations going through your body. He remembered when he was a young boy, his first time laying with a woman was a lot.

Aemond leaned down to kiss your neck, one hand still holding your knee up while his other grabbed one of your breasts, rolling your peaked nipple between his thumb and forefinger. You moaned under him, praising his name and clenching around him as you snaked your arms around his shoulders, needing to anchor yourself. 

It was a pleasant change from what he did with the other girls, but slow sex was a dangerous zone. 

When it became too emotional for him, the prince moved you on your side and took you from behind. He did not let you time to speak before he hammered his hips into you, his heavy balls loudly smacking against your ass every time. The new position had you gripping the sheets, feeling something burning in your lower stomach as he picked up speed with his hips, going faster and deeper until you both reached the edge and your orgasm erupted. 

You made a sound as Aemond pulled out of you, but didn't move. You couldn’t. Your thighs were still shaking from your orgasm and your head was dizzy. So you looked up at the ceiling until your body recovered. 

You didn’t know how many hours had passed since you arrived at the castle, but you were completely exhausted. You will have to walk back to the city soon…unless the prince wanted to fuck you again. A smile curled on your face. You had sex with a Targaryen prince. Better. The Prince Regent had taken your maidenhood.  

Your thoughts got interrupted when Aemond rolled off the bed and stood. He grabbed a black silk robe with dark blue embroideries, and covered his naked body. 

‘’Come,’’ he said without looking back at you.

You followed him through the room, feeling his seed dripping down your inner thigh and leg. You should be embarrassed, but you secretly liked it. 

You stopped in your tracks when you saw a table with a whole feast set up. It was not there when you arrived in the room, meaning someone must have come in while you and the prince were— Red crept to your cheeks, mortified. 

You had not heard the door being opened nor the servants coming in with the food. There was lamb, mince pies, and even honey cakes. Madam Sylvi had not lied when she said you would be well taken care of. 

‘’Help yourself,’’ Aemond said, holding a small honey cake between his fingers. ‘’I assume you have not dined.’’ 

Your stomach was famished. You had been surviving on thinned soup and fish for weeks. The meat and the honey cakes made your mouth water. You missed the sweetness of pastries. 

You took a plate, but before you could start filling it with food, Aemond spoke. 

‘’The tea in the cup is obligatory. To…avoid unwanted bastards,’’ he explained, his eye pointing to a dark cup containing moontea brewed by the maester.

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Hi I was wondering if i could request (pure smut) of Aemond going to the brothel to meet Sylvie and instead finding reader and continuously going back just to see the reader instead and then maybe when Aegon finds out and starts mocking him, reader defends Aemond and Aemond just walks away as if reader meant nothing to him even though he was inlove with reader?

Pls and thank you 🥺

Thank you so much for requesting forgive the delay I kept re writing to make sure it was what you wanted I hope you enjoy it <3

Aemond Targaryen x Brothel! Reader

Synopsis: Prince Aemond Targaryen seeks solace at the House of Kisses and encounters you, a captivating courtesan. A night of intense passion reveals his hidden vulnerabilities, leaving both of you grappling with unspoken desires and the lasting impact of your brief, powerful connection.

Aemond strode through the Silk Streets, his boots thudding rhythmically against the cobblestones, a steady thump echoing in the narrow alleys, his destination clear in his mind. The brothel was not a place he frequented often, but tonight was different. He had arranged to meet Sylvie, the madam, for an escape from the burdens that weighed heavily on his shoulders.

He entered the dimly lit corridors of the House of Kisses, his long cloak trailing behind him. The upscale brothel was a place of sinful indulgences and hidden desires, a sanctuary for those seeking pleasure in the arms of another. He had come to see Sylvie, the madam, for reasons he barely understood himself.

"Prince aemond" Sylvie purred as she approached him, her hips swaying provocatively.

“Come, I have something….special prepared for you."

as he entered the private chambers, he found not himself and the sultry proprietress alone, but you a young woman draped in silk, your eyes gleaming with a mixture of curiosity and confidence.

"Prince Aemond," you purred, reclining on the plush cushions with a grace that spoke of practiced allure. "Sylvie told me you might be in need of something… different. I know it’s not to your usual likings but I assure you, I can be of great service to you."

Aemond paused, his icy gaze sweeping over you. There was something different about you, something that stirred a flicker of interest within him. He had meant to leave, to dismiss you with a curt word, but found himself rooted to the spot.

"You are not what I expected" he said, his voice cold and measured. Sylvie only smirked and looked between you two.

"Disappointed?" you asked, a sensual smile playing on your lips as you rose to your feet, the silks clinging to your curves in a tantalizing display.

"Intrigued" he admitted, the word slipping out before he could stop it.

“I’ll leave leave him in your care then y/n, do tend to him properly”

You moved closer, your steps deliberate and confident. "Then stay a while, My Prince. Let me show you that there's more to life than duty and discipline."

"And what might that be?" he inquired, a skeptical eyebrow arching.

"Pleasure" you replied simply, your voice a seductive whisper. "A man like you needs more than just sex, I can do so much more."

Aemond's gaze lingered on you, the warmth of your proximity sending an unexpected shiver down his spine. "You speak as if you know me."

"I know enough" you said, your fingers lightly brushing against his arm. "Enough to see a prince burdened by expectations, hiding behind a mask of indifference."

"And you think you can see through that mask?" he asked, his tone both challenging and curious.

"I can see the man beneath it" you replied confidently, your eyes meeting his with unwavering intensity. "A man who craves more than what‘s been given to him, what he thinks he’s been denied."

"You're bold" he remarked, though there was no disdain in his voice.

"You appreciate boldness" you countered, your lips curving into a playful smile. "Otherwise, you wouldn't be here."

Aemond couldn't help the small smirk that tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Perhaps you're right."

"Let me show you how right I am," you said, stepping even closer, your breath warm against his skin. "Trust me, My prince. I can show you exactly what you need."

He hesitated, a war of thoughts playing out behind his eyes. But the allure of your confidence and the promise of something more something he had denied himself for so long proved too enticing to resist.

"Very well" he agreed, his voice softening.

You took his hand, guiding him to the plush seating area. "Tell me, Aemond," you began, your fingers deftly unfastening his cloak, "when was the last time you let yourself lose control?"

He watched you, captivated by your every movement. "It has been... a long time."

"Then let tonight be different" you whispered, your lips grazing his ear. "Let go of all your burdens and lets lose ourselves, together."

"And what makes you think I can do that?" he asked, his voice low, almost teasing.

"Because, deep down, you know you want to" you replied, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "Why else would you be here? So, tell me, my prince, what do you fear more: losing power or never gaining it?"

He regarded you with a mixture of admiration and wariness. "You play a dangerous game."

"Mm I do love to play" you said biting your lower lip. "And I believe you are a more than willing participant."

"You presume much," he said, though his tone lacked any real reproach.

"Do I?" you challenged, running a finger down his chest. "Or perhaps I'm just giving voice to what you already know to be true."

"indeed?" Aemond, catching your hand and holding it gently. "But there is more to me than you might think."

"And more to me than meets the eye." you replied with a smile. “Let’s unveil those layers together.”

You guided him to the bed, sitting him down, the silken sheets cool against his skin. As you began to unbutton his shirt, he caught your wrist, holding it firmly but gently. “Sylvie brought you for me….but you’re unlike all the others around here…” he murmured, his gaze intense.

"And you are unlike any man I usually service" you replied, leaning closer, your lips a breath away from his. “Let’s find out what occurs when two contrasting worlds collide.”

Aemond's breath hitched as you kissed him, the sensation a mix of softness and fire. He responded in kind, his hands moving to your hips, pulling you to straddle his lap. The kiss deepened, becoming a dance of tongues and lips, each trying to outdo the other in passion and intensity.

You pulled back slightly, your lips brushing his ear as you whispered softly, "Tell me, my prince, what can I give you? What do you desire?."

"You," he breathed, the word escaping his lips before he could stop it. "All of you."

"Then take me" you urged, your voice low and enticing. "Take what you think you deserve."

He needed no further encouragement, his hands moving to your bare back, peeling away what little cloth covered you to reveal the smooth, warm skin beneath. You moaned softly as his lips found your neck, his hands exploring every inch of you.

Aemond groaned when his lithe fingers found his way to your cunt, feeling your warmth and wetness. His touch was both gentle and demanding, sending shivers through your body. You gasped, arching into his hand, your own fingers digging into his shoulders as he teased and caressed you.

His breath was hot against your ear as he whispered, "such a wet cunt"

You rolled your hips on his fingers gasping, most men never bothered with your pleasure and if they did they were clumsy and left you unsatisfied, this was different, he was different.

A smile curled on your lips as you gazed darkly into his eye, “your fingers are skilled” you whispered teasingly. “But it’s not your fingers I truly ache for”

You shifted, pushing him back against the bed, stripping him of his clothes, your movements slow and deliberate. Aemonds eye widened and his lips parting slightly at the sight of you, he watched with a mix of lust and fascination as you undid the laces of his small clothes, freeing his throbbing cock.

Your hands caressed his chest soothingly, your nails scraping lightly over his skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Look at you...you resemble a marble statue come to life, like a god in human flesh” you said in awe.

Aemond’s breath caught in his throat, and for a moment he looked almost vulnerable.

“They say Targaryens are closer to gods than men” you whispered.

“And what do you think?” His voice coming out more gentle than he intended.

“I think-” you guided his hands to your hips, you spread your knees further apart until your entrance was right above his cock. “If the gods truly look as divine as you, I’d spend my life begging for a glimpse of their glory”

Aemond groaned when you slowly lowered yourself onto him, moaning as you did, inch by inch, savoring his length and girth until you finally reached the base, you both sighed in pleasure.

You leaned forward until your lips almost grazed his “Tell me My Prince, are you going to take what’s rightfully yours?”

He groaned, gripping your hips tightly “yes, that and so much more”

Your lips curved into a smile, leaning back once again, you sat on the heels of your feet and began bouncing on his cock “A-ah fuck” he rasped out, the pleasure of your tight cunt overwhelming him. “Fuck just like that” he hissed.

You couldn’t help the moans that escaped your lips at the feeling of his throbbing cock inside of you, unlike the rehearsed moans you usually make for gold, this was no act. The thick head of his cock dragged deliciously against that sweet spot inside you.

“so big, feels so good inside of me my prince” you whimpered.

Aemonds moans grew louder, his hands gripping your hips even tighter as he tried to match your rhythm, the lewd sound of wet skin slapping against each other echoed around the room.

“You and this little wet cunt” he hissed, his voice dripping with lust. Catching you by surprise In one swift motion, flipped you over on your back, he lifted your thighs up and positioned you into a mating press.

His hips pistoning his cock into your cunt with a fervent urgency, each thrust stretching you to the fullest.

Aemonds breathes where heavy and ragged, his eye locked onto yours as if looking for a sign of feigned satisfaction. “Tell me” he demanded in between labored breaths, “tell me how much you want this”

You arched your back, meeting his thrusts with just as much desperation, with a wicked smile you moaned out “I want to feel your cock inside me all night, my prince, I’d even beg if it wasn’t so beneath me”

He growled, your little act of defiance sending pleasure straight to his cock head “what if I told you I could make you beg?” He teased.

“It’s usually the other way around for me, my prince” biting your lips as his thrusts grew harder. “But i would be more than happy to let you believe I would if you keep this up”

Aemonds eyes darkened with pure desire “you need not say anything your body is all the praise i need”

Your moans grew louder, you could feel your cunt clenching around his cock “I’m so fucking close” he said voice rough, all you could do is moan in response.

With a final, breathless cry, you reached your climax, the intense waves of pleasure crashing over you and pulling Aemond with you. His release followed moments later, his body shuddering as he came inside you, his grip loosening as he surrendered to the overwhelming sensation.

You both lay there, your labored breaths and chests heaving in unison. The room was filled with the afterglow of your passion, the once frantic rhythm now replaced by the slow, steady cadence of both your breaths.

Aemond's hand gently stroked your side, his touch tender and reassuring.

You turned your head to meet his gaze, a satisfied smile on your lips.

"That was quite the experience," you said softly, your voice carrying a hint of playful satisfaction.

Aemond's eye, still heavy with the remnants of his desire, softened as he looked at you.

his voice was low and filled with admiration. "I don't think I've ever felt like this before."

You traced a finger along his jawline, your touch light and teasing.

"You’re not what I was expecting when the madam told me about you" you replied with a smirk "but I’m not complaining."

He chuckled, his breath still uneven but his expression relaxed, pulling you closer. “I suppose I should take that as a compliment.”

“You’d be wise to,” you said, tracing your fingers lightly over his chest. “I’m usually not this generous.”

Aemond’s gaze softened, and he regarded you with a mix of amusement and admiration. “And here I thought I’d be lucky to impress you.”

“Oh, you’ve definitely impressed me,” you said, leaning in to kiss him softly. “Just remember, next time you might have to work a little harder to keep up.”

He smiled, his hand gently caressing your back. “That’s a challenge I’m looking forward to” he said with a grin.

Each night after that was a blur of passion and desire, each touch and kiss pushing you both to the edge and beyond. Aemond had never felt so alive, so free from the constraints of royal duty and expectation. With you, he could be himself, and that was a gift beyond measure.

As dawn approached, you lay entwined in each other's arms, the room filled with the scent of sex and sweat. Aemond traced patterns on your back with his fingertips, his mind awhirl with thoughts and emotions he had long suppressed.

"Why do you do this?" he asked suddenly, his voice breaking the comfortable silence.

"Do what?" you asked, your head resting on his chest.

"Live this life," he clarified. "A life where you give so much of yourself to others."

You sighed softly, your breath warm against his skin. "It’s not a life I chose for myself willingly. It’s hard But in giving, I also receive. I have bread and a roof over my head and I even have my fill of baubles and trinkets, that’s more than a women like me deserves.

"I think you are deserving of more than you realize" he remarked, a hint of tenderness in his tone.

"And you are kinder than you appear," you replied, lifting your head to meet his gaze. "There is much more to you, Aemond. More than you let on"

"And you think you understand me?" Aemond finished, his voice tinged with curiosity and vulnerability.

"I understand enough," you replied, your fingers tracing the scar over his sapphire eye. "Enough to see the man behind the mask."

From that night onward, Aemond found himself returning to the House of Kisses more often than he cared to admit. Each time, it was you who greeted him, your witty banter and sensual touch breaking through the walls he had built around his heart.

One evening, as you lay tangled in the sheets, your fingers tracing the lines of his face, Aegon burst into the room startling you both, he was reeking of wine. "Little brother," he slurred, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "You've become quite the regular here. ‘S unusual for you to indulge in another whore." He laughed crudely

“Did you tire of the hags old cunt, is that it??

Aemond's jaw tightened, but before he could respond, you sat up, your eyes flashing with defiance. "Prince Aegon," you said voice steady,

“If you’ve come to belittle and provoke, you’re not going to find what you’re looking for”

Aegon laughed, a harsh, mocking sound. "Defending him, are you? How sweet. But tell me, does he care for you as much as you care for him?"

Aemond stood, his expression a mask of indifference.

Aegon chuckled, his eyes filled with malice. "Don’t tell me that my dear brother has fallen for a common whore" he doubled over laughing.

Your temper flared, and you sprang from the bed, standing between the two brothers

“Aemond doesn’t come here to entertain your drunken taunts.”

Aegon raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Touchy, aren't we? Tell me, how much coin does he pay you for your loyalty?"

You stepped closer to Aegon

"Enough, Now, leave this is a place of business." You said through gritted teeth.

“You’re right brother I shouldn’t keep coming….ive strayed far from my duties”

Aegon looked between you and Aemond, his amusement gone and replaced with boredom, he sighed and walked out.

the room fell silent. You turned to Aemond, who had remained silent throughout the exchange. His face was now a icy mask of stoicism

“Aemond…” you began.

Aemond’s gaze was unwavering, his voice as cold as ever.

“This is not the place for personal entanglements. My position… they come first.”

The hurt in your chest was sharp and immediate, but you fought to maintain your composure. “I see,” you said, forcing yourself to sound calm. “I understand Prince Aemond.”

the sting of his rejection burning deeply. But you didn’t let it show. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself against the pain.

You’ve been at the mercy of men with fragile egos in the past. Never again. Not with him.

you saw Aegon’s squires entering the room, their eyes full of youthful curiosity and a hint of mischief.

With a practiced sultry smile, you approached them. “Gentlemen, I see you’ve come to visit, is it your first time? I’m more than willing to accommodate your needs.”

The squires, clearly taken by your beauty, looked at each other with a mix of nervousness and eagerness. You offered them your services with a grace that belied the pain you felt inside, focusing on your work and pushing the hurt to the back of your mind.

“Prince Aemond, if our business is concluded could you make your way out please?”

Aemond watched the interaction helplessly, the tension between you palpable. Then, without a word, Aemond walked away, his footsteps echoing down the corridor, leaving you with the bitter taste of unspoken and unresolved longing.

You had defended him, shown him your heart, and yet he had walked away, as if you meant nothing. But in your heart, you knew the truth. You had touched a part of him that he kept hidden from the world, and no matter how much he tried to deny it, he loved you.

[shesmyboot]

Baby Severide - Chapter 5: 51 Meets Baby

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Pairing: Kelly Severide x reader

Summary: 51 has a slow day on shift and takes a road trip to Med… to meet Baby Severide

Words: 663

Warnings: hospitals

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Next Chapter: Chapter 6

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As you wiped the tears from your eyes, there was a cheerful knock at the door.

“Come in,” you announced.

Sylvie peeked her head in the room.

“Hey girl,” she laughed, “how you feeling?”

“I’m good,” you paused, “yeah, I’m okay.”

“Is now a good time? We’ve got some firefighters here who’d like to meet her.”

“I’ll let you meet her first.”

Coming over to the crib, Sylvie was in awe. You picked Alexis up and set her in Sylvie’s ready arms. 

“What’s this babe’s name?” She asked, bouncing Alexis slightly. 

“Alexis Shay Severide.”

“Aw, I love that. What did your mom think of you name your daughter after your sister?”

“She’s not so pleased, but she’ll get over it when she meets her. She’ll be here in a few days I hope.”

“She’ll fall in love with Alexis as soon as she meets her.”

Matt knocked on the door and came up behind Sylvie.

“Is this her?” Matt a sled, looking over at Kelly. 

“This is her,” Kelly smiled back.

You began to tear up again as you watched Sylvie and Matt fall in love with Alexis. Kelly sat beside you and you rested your head on his shoulder. 

“When’s your turn?” Kelly chuckled.

“One firehouse baby at a time,” Matt laughed, “we’ve been thinking about it though.”

“Matt do you want to hold her?” Sylvie asked.

Matt stuttered over his words before finally smiling and admitting, “I’ll absolutely take her.”

As Sylvie handed Alexis over, you and Kelly shared a look and a nod.

“What was that about?” Sylvie asked, gesturing to the nod she just witnessed.

“Kelly and I would like to ask you both if you’d be Alexis’ godparents,” you admitted.

Sylvie and Matt looked at each other, both speechless.

“Of course,” Matt answered.

Kelly stood up, leaning into Matt for a hug.

“Thank you, both of you,” Kelly said, pulling away from Matt and sitting in the chair beside you. 

Joe poked his head in the door.

“Hey, Severide. Mind if I bring in a few more smoke eaters?” Joe asked.

“Not at all. Who’s here?” Kelly replied.

“Everyone. Chief took the firehouse out of service for an hour or two.”

A few moments later, all of 51 poured into your recovery room, the air swelling with love. Everyone took turns passing your baby around and asking how you were doing.

“How you feeling, Severide?” Herrmann asked.

“I’m still in shock, but it got a great wife to be able to be a great father.”

“No feeling like being a father. After every kid Cindy and I had, I was still in shock. That’s normal.”

“Thanks Herrmann.”

Boden walked over to you and Kelly, gaining to attention of the crowd.

“I hate to cut this party short, but HQ has requested a return to quarters,” he announced.

“C’mon Chief, Severide will only be a first-time dad once,” Cruz argued.

“I know, I know,” he sighed, “I’ll make Kelly bring the baby by 51 soon.”

Otis handed you back Alexis and gathered his gear from the corner.

“Congratulations to you both. Really is a special day. Bring this baby by the firehouse real soon, would you? She’s a great morale boost,” Boden chuckled.

“Thank you all for coming. It’s good to know she’s got a community looking out for her,” you responded, tearing up once again.

As your room emptied, you and Kelly had a few moments to yourself with Alexis. You handed Alexis to her daddy’s very capable hands and Kelly sat in your bed beside you.

“You know what baby?” Kelly told you.

“What’s up?”

“I’m really proud of you today. Thank you for bringing our daughter into the world today.”

“I can’t wait to bring her home with you tomorrow.”

There was a knock at the door and Dr Calhoun appeared.

“I was speaking with another physician about our next steps in terms of when I can discharge you, given how you’ve been doing,” she explained.

[bellysoupset]

I need some Luke and Vince😭I loveeee the romance but I am obsessed with Vince and Luke's bromance😂🙈

Soooo I wrote this and it was supposed to take place while Leo is still in Europe with Jonah & Angie. Ignore the fact I'm posting out of order pls pls, this comes before the migraine fic with Bell that I just posted.

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Lucas loved his new job. 

It had been the product of many therapy sessions and, simultaneously, a spur of the moment decision after Bella pushed him once more to get out of the house. 

He liked helping people, he liked that within a week or so working he easily could recognize people and they were warming up to him — the actual people needing the charity’s services and his coworkers —, he liked using his pushy personality for a good thing and not feeling one bit guilty about it. 

His superior was a woman in her late seventies, named Sylvie. Sylvie smoked too much and she had wrinkly fingers, washed out fingerprints by years of working with her hands, and a big white afro that contrasted against her small face. She wore golden rimmed glasses that covered half of her face and purplish lipstick. 

Sylvie was attached to Welton’s Non Governmental CoAlliance since the sixties, had basically grown alongside with it, and no one would or could ever accuse her of being uncaring, even if she was rather practical and cynical. 

Lucas had been expecting someone softer and sweeter to be running a non profit and he was surprised during their first meeting when she had been rather curt with him. 

She triggered the part of his brain that really wanted to be liked, to impress her. So when she popped her head in the office and pointed at him, saying “Atwood, get your stuff, you’re coming to this lunch with me”, he hadn't even questioned it.

It was just a Friday and he was supposed to go down to Doverport to meet with Vince for the weekend, so Lucas nervously chewed the inside of his cheek as they drove in separate cars to a fancy restaurant uptown to meet with the mayor and other local representatives. 

“You’ve been press trained before,” Sylvie said once they parked in front of the place. She patted his cheek, on her very tippy toes. The woman reached about his chest and yet Luke felt so small around her, “but it doesn’t hurt to reiterate. If they want you to explain anything about the shelter, about the actual work we’re doing you will…?”

“Redirect them to you for any official statements, ma’am.” 

Her face got even more wrinkly with a smile, “forget the mayor is even there, Joshua hates when people suck up to him and he’ll be all the more interested if you pay attention to anyone but him,” she instructed him, then took Luke’s arm with a fond shake of her head as he offered, “aren’t you charming?”

He had forgotten how much he liked talking with new people. Genuinely enjoyed meeting them and listening to their small talk, asking about their jobs and mentally cataloging them. How the mayor’s eyes sparkled as he heard Sylvie introduce Luke as “Lucas Atwood-Howard”, instead of just his first name.

It was still an adjustment, to have so many people know who he was before he could properly introduce himself, but it also felt… Right. As if he had been hiding something for the past seven years since he had dropped his final surname and slowly even his first one. Becoming “just Luke” was great, but it couldn’t go on for forever and felt a little like shedding his childish manners to finally embrace the full weight of his name and all the opportunities it could open for him and others. 

As it was, “lunch” stretched well into the evening. He had to sneak to the bathroom to text Vince to let him know he’d be late and let Bell know he wouldn’t actually go home before heading to Doveport, as initially planned. 

They didn’t actually talk about politics or any real measures, something that didn’t surprise Luke. Networking was a slow dance and while they were all definitely aware this was their job, part of the job was pretending it was all a friendly get together. 

He fit the part to a T, indulging all the questions that were thrown his way — About his major, the fact he had been part of the local football team, what were his opinions on the university infrastructure, how he was liking the new job… He even forced a laugh at “ you’re so young to be married, kid, who fooled into this?” 

“You did great, Atwood,” Sylvia said once they were left all alone. She was yawning in her hand, despite it not being 6 PM yet, and Luke allowed himself to relax, leaning back on his chair. He felt packed full, although he had eaten just a little bit more than usual. Back when he used to bulk he could stomach way more, but it had been over a year since he stopped doing that. 

The heavy feeling from the restaurant only grew on the drive to Doveport. He had ordered a sprite for the ride and the first couple of burps, airy and long, had been a relief. His belly was pressing against his jeans and in the privacy of his car he undid his fly and squeezed his stomach, forcing up another belch. 

However the burps soon stopped helping. Around his sixth one, the belch turned wet halfway through and brought up with it a little bit of sprite. Luke hurried to swallow it down and groaned as the tight sensation on his stomach turned into queasiness. 

He shook the can of sprite, wearily considering if he should finish the last gulp or not. Deciding it couldn’t hurt, Lucas chugged the remaining bit and then immediately swallowed a bit of air to force up a burp… And it got stuck right in his chest. 

Luke whined, moving the hand that had been cradling his bloated belly up to his chest and thumping on it, trying to force out the burp, but no such luck. All it did was slosh his stomach contents and another goosebump of nausea run down his spine. 

His mouth felt sweet and sticky and he wished he had picked sparkling water instead. He planted both hands back on the steering wheel and breathed deeply, trying to calm down his belly. No longer it was just heavy, but now he could feel its contents rolling and churning, producing some angry snares and growls. 

His shirt glued to his back and Luke grimaced, turning off the A/C and fully lowering both front windows, hoping the breeze would help. 

It didn’t, only made him shiver. He rolled the windows back up. One hour for Doveport. For a brief second he considered turning the car back around, he wanted his own bed and Bella’s comforting hands. However that would mean three more hours of driving and just the thought of that made Luke groan out loud. 

By the time Luke finally parked in front of Vince's house, his queasiness had grown into full blown nausea and his head was swimming. He was pretty sure he had parked all wonky, but that didn't matter, as he threw the driver's door opened and retched loudly.

"Hello to you too?" Vince teased him lightly, walking out of his tiny house. The orange light of the living room spilt on the steps that separated it from the street and almost touched the dark grass on which Luke was trying to bring up his lunch.

"Stand-" Luke interrupted himself with a thick burp. It turned frothy at the end and he could just taste the nauseating pesto sauce, causing him to gag and spit a mouthful of saliva on the grass, "stand back..."

"Are you sick?" Vince seemed absolutely unbothered and Luke shook his head, pressing a hand to his belly and trying to work up anything. He hated the sensation of something heavy sitting on the base of his throat, it caused another gagging fit, but nothing came up.

"Lunch isn't sitting right," Lucas groaned, his voice hoarse, as another burp brought up another small splash of acid, but nothing else.

"Okay," Vince walked closer and planted a hand on his back, rubbing between his shoulder blades, "come inside, you don't wanna sit here hurling on the grass."

"I don't wanna be sick, period," Lucas scoffed, leaning to his side so his forehead could meet Vince's tummy since the other man was standing next to him. He sank against the soft surface with a sigh, causing his best friend to chuckle.

"Okay," Vin petted his hair gently, "c'mon, help me here..."

Gently, Vince pulled him standing and Luke immediately let out a groan, wrapping his arms around his stomach. Standing made everything churn and he stopped moving, shuddering as nausea caused his mouth to water.

"Fuuck..." He groaned, bracing against his knees and spitting on the grass, swaying on the spot.

"Are you sure it's just indigestion, man?" Vince moved closer slightly, his big hand coming to support Luke's forehead and inconspicuously looking for a fever.

Lucas nodded, unable to speak, and then forced a burp. The belch fizzled out in his throat and he groaned, pressing on his belly and causing his stomach to thrown in the towel. With a choking noise, a horrible gush of bright green vomit fell on Vince's yard.

His best friend let out a yelp and jumped back slightly, but didn't let go of Luke, which was a good thing, because the next minute his knees gave up on him and he fell down, choking up yet another stream.

Lucas' throat was aching and his head swimming, his belly still felt full of something hot and bubbly, but his gag reflex diminished and then vanished as he finishing spitting up the remaining taste.

"Well... That sucked," he groaned, collapsing back against Vince's legs. The other man grabbed him by the armpits, forcing Luke back on his feet with one swift motion.

"Linda Blair wishes she could be as impressive as you," Vin teased him slightly, patting Luke's arm, "done?"

"Not sure..." Lucas wiped his mouth on back of his hand with a grimace, "my stomach still feels so gross... Hi."

"Hi," Vince rolled his eyes in an amused way, squeezing Luke's nape and guiding him inside the house, "sit on the couch, I'll get you some water."

"Urgh-" he muffled a little burp, "get a bucket too..." Luke called after him, falling sit on Vince's small couch and planting his feet on the coffee table. His pants were already undone, but they still felt constricting and Luke wrinkled his nose in disgust as he pulled his shirt up to his chest and noticed how bloated his belly was.

"Here," Vince came back, handing him a small yellow bucket from the laundry room and a plastic mug filled with cold water. His eyes paused on Luke's stomach and he raised his eyebrows, "that looks upset."

"Feels like it too," he nodded, gulping down the water and fully removing his shirt. He felt so warm. Lucas pressed his fingers to his bloated stomach and then let out a burp, making a face when it tasted just like his lunch, "sorry- Sorry for messing up our plans."

"Eh," Vince shrugged, sitting on the couch as well and turning on the TV, "you can watch the game while hurling too, it's fine."

Luke chuckled lightly at that, moving slightly so he could press his face to Vince's bicep and letting out a sigh when the half folded position only seemed to make his belly pulsate.

"C'mere," Vince grabbed him by the arm and Lucas didn't need to be told twice, fully collapsing against his best friend's lap. The couch was too small for him, his legs were sticking out, but Luke had no intentions of moving.

He planted the bucket in front of him, on the ground and between Vince's flip flops, then groaned as he felt Vin's hand on his belly, "dude, be gentle, it feels so fucking gross."

"Would medicine help?" Vince flipped through the channels, barely rubbing Luke's stomach but just keeping a hand there, most of his attention focused on the TV. Lucas wondered how much of that was him actually not minding and how much it was Vin just not wanting to embarrass him.

"Maybe later," Lucas moved slightly, curling up his legs. Vince's hand was heavy and warm and it helped a little bit. He was sure Vin could feel all the bubbles and churns under his palm, but the other man said nothing, "how was work?"

"Nice," Vince shrugged, chuckling at the small talk, "we just came back from the field trip and the teens aren't fully up to speed with routine again."

"Aw man, I miss having field trips," Lucas pouted, then grimaced as his belly gurgled fiercely. A warm, thick burp crawled up his throat and he pitched forward, thinking it'd turn into a retch. When it didn't, he fell back against Vince's lap.

"Speak for yourself, if I never go on a field trip again, it'll be too soon," Vince teased him, "I told you Daniels caught the plague, right?"

"You might have mentioned one or a thousand times," Luke's voice was bitter and he felt, more than heard, Vince chuckle. His best friend grabbed his arm, shaking him lightly.

"You're jealous?" Vince made no effort whatsoever to hide his amusement, glee coloring his words, "so that's why you're so green?"

"Shut up," Lucas scoffed, shoving Vince's tummy and curling up, "I'm not jealous, I just don't see what's so special about that guy that you won't shut up about him."

"Leave him alone, Luke," Vince continued to chuckle, "I think the man is just lonely, I just- I don't know, I feel for him."

"Saint Vince to the rescue," Lucas mumbled, feeling something horrible burn in his belly. Not just indigestion, but plain, unmitigated jealousy. Vin was his best friend and he lived four hours away and wouldn't shut up about this guy and yeah... Luke was feeling more than a little threatened by Daniels.

"I'm gonna invite him to join us next time we're down the cabin," it wasn't a question, it was Vince letting him know and Lucas scowled, rolling on the couch so he was out of his friend's lap and sitting up.

He muffled a sick burp against his hand and squeezed his eyes, a wave of thick nausea washing over him, how much of it due to the food poisoning or insecurity, he wasn't sure.

"Luke?"

His stomach churned and Luke darted out a hand, but didn't move. Vince didn't need any more incentive, he planted the bucket on Lucas' lap and the man promptly folded over it, drooling.

"Sorry..." he grumbled, tongue curling in revulsion and head swimming, "sorry, I don't- I don't feel so good..."

"Yeah, I know," Vince's voice was gentle, his hand squeezing Luke's nap in an affectionate manner, "get it up, buddy."

Lucas let out a deafening retch, but only a mouthful of sick came up. He squeezed the bucket until his knuckles turned white, struggling to breathe, and Vince thumped his back, managing to dislodge a wave of acidic sick from the bottom of his belly.

"Fuck..." Luke whined, resting his forehead on his forearm and panting, "that sucked."

Vince snorted next to him, causing Lucas to open his eyes and glare at him. His best friend only shrugged, not bothered by the pout in the least, "you feel better?"

Luke scoffed, gulping down air and letting out a gross belch, "nope."

"Gross," Vince wrinkled his nose in distaste at Luke burping right on his face, "are you done, though?"

"Maybe," Lucas' belly let out an angry growl and he winced, "are you gonna keep talking about Daniels?"

"Ma que porcamiseria, Lucas!" Vince cried out in italian, but he was laughing, "you cannot be serious!"

Despite how shitty he was feeling, Luke grinned, "I'm dead serious."

Vince rolled his eyes, snatching the bucket to clean it, clearly deciding if Lucas could joke around, he couldn't be feeling that bad, "you're insufferable, that's what you are."

[sylvies-kablooie]

new idea i just had

so sylvie will inevitably find out that loki can see her from his point of view. and she’s also working customer service. so do you think whenever something outrageous is going on, she looks off into the distance like jim from the office, knowing that loki can see what she’s going through?

[phoenixwritessmut]

intimacy headcanons about bottoms (2023)

okay, so i have a lot of feelings about this movie right here. i watched it in theatres with one of my bestfriends, and we couldn't stop talking about it afterwards - more specifically, headcanons we had about the fight club OG members and their reactions to sexual intimacy.

hear me out, okay.

PJ (we start with the queen who started it all): - talks a big game but actually wildly unknowledgeable about everything to do with the female orgasm. - is a bottom. it's in the title, it's in her genes, it's in her jeans. - has a controversy kink (cute cheerleaders, chicks that can make shit explode) and will vehemently deny that she likes the thrill of crushing out on someone she ABSOLUTELY has no business crushing on. - learned halfway through the movie that she's into pain!

Josie (the brains of the operation... sometimes): - pimpy as fuck. she thought she'd be shy and nervous, but when she gets going she's three steps from being the hugh hefner of lesbians. - she's a top, but a service top who will let her girl do the 'topping' if she wants to (and by girl, i mean Isabel). - secret collection of toys "just in case" she needs the help with her stamina (girl just recovered from a broken arm)... spoiler alert, they use absolutely none of them and still run for like four to six rounds. - too embarrassed to admit she used to watch videos to "take notes".

Hazel (my baby, she is everything to me): - is baby girl, but is also daddy depending on her mood (and what PJ is into at the time) but is precious none the less. - refuses to turn the lights off because she likes to watch you both during and after the throes of passion. - lowkey but also kind of highkey enjoys public displays of affection after the kiss that started the straight up murder of an entire football team of teenage boys (also enjoys shoving it in Tim's face that she's got a girlfriend, and he's got... Jeff!). - ridiculously good at what she does but doesn't brag... instead PJ brags to everyone for her, and she ends up with a reputation.

Isabel (shiny, shiny, shiny, shiny): - first time she slept with Josie, she lost all hope that a man would ever know how to satisfy her - or another woman for that matter. - seems like she would be a pillow princess but is actually extremely into giving, and fights with Josie all the time over "topping". - gets turned on watching Josie break people's noses (it's happened a few times, all to the same effect) and isn't ashamed to admit it. - went to Hazel for tips on how to do things, before word even got out that Hazel was a pro... Isabel just had the feeling that Hazel knew.

Brittany (token straight girl... literally the token straight girl): - since turning down PJ, has kissed more girls than the entire club combined (it doesn't help that half of them are all into each other). - wavers on the border of being bi-curious, but just didn't know how to turn down PJ gently, also just not ready to fully come out yet. - definitely fantasizes about women while she's with her boyfriend though. he knows and doesn't really mind about that. - stands by Hazel deserves better than PJ, and if she were just five percent more into women, she'd steal poor Hazel away in a heartbeat.

and to a lesser degree, we had some headcanons about everyone else...

Stella-Rebecca (the regina george, only nicer): - looks like a pillow princess, absolutely is a pillow princess. - into some crazy ass shit; things that the rest of the girls won't even search online for until they're at least twenty-five, married, and bored in their current intimacy lives.

Sylvie (let's crowdfund to get this girl some help): - looks like she'd be in charge, is also a pillow princess, but is completely unashamed to admit that she prefers receiving. - has been hooking up with Annie since the second meeting of fight club. only Hazel knows, but she isn't a snitch.

Annie (you fool nobody, you a freak my dear): - has been hooking up with Sylvia since the second meeting of fight club, when she very concerned about the girl's homelife asked her out for dinner to "talk" and then they ended up spending the entire night together, before they kissed and fooled around a little bit, and Annie told herself for the longest time she was only doing this to make Sylvie happy because the girl is wildly unhappy, only to realize that she's the unhappy one and Sylvie makes her happy. - doesn't know that Hazel knows about them. she aint a snitch.

and for extra bonus points... we had lots of feelings about this.

Jeff (i'm saying he counts, so there): - has never found THE spot, ever. - had to practice with Tim on how to take a bra off because he kept getting confused by all of the buckles and "why is there so many straps? why do they even need these things? can't i rip it? what if i just buy them a new bra after? okay fine." - genuinely does not realize that Mrs. Callahan's daughter Hazel goes to his school and knows his girlfriend, until he is confronted by them. - falls asleep thirty-six seconds after he finishes like a lazy ass.

[janitor-figure-a]

transcript that might not be up to code under the cut

Austin: um

Ali: I just want to say, I'll probably edit this but, this is an important thing for Keith. The quarters is like a game thing that everybody can use during the down time and not a special place to describe your bedroom which is what i also thought it was

Dre: mmm

Keith: Oh no! Mine doesn't describe my bedroom mine describes that i become a bedroom

Austin:  oh okay, sure sure sure, okay 

Sylvi: (overlapping) oh cool!

Keith: yes

Austin: and a modest library

Many overlapping

Ali: (overlapping) people can enjoy it

 Keith: and a modest library, yes. 

Janine: wait what, a bedroom that,what

Keith:   Everyone is free to enjoy..

Janine:  a bedroom that people can what, i need to know

Keith:  do whatever there's a breakfast nook, there's a bookshelf

Austin:  Ali: Keith laughing

Austin:  you can't! 

Sylvi:  oh yeah man x2

Ali: the midnight sunset fanfic inside of Phrygian 

Janine:  oh god

Dre: oh boy

Keith:  on top of, around, i mean, i don't know, within??

Austin: on top of!

Dre: oh yeah i'm sure who’s on top is a very important part of that fanfic bud

Austin:  no one does it like us, i just wanna say

Sylvi:  also i feel 

Austin:  Im sorry yall have a tactical map but no other show has a character who can become a bedroom you can fuck in, soooo… That's probably not true somebody is probably doing it harder than us ill be honest

Dre: yeah that's in transformers for sure

Austin: god. Transformers, i dont go here, i don't go to transformers but transformers seems truly next level these days

Sylvi:  um, i have distinct memories over a decade ago my friend, my dear friend mike finding bad transformers fanfiction that had this basically happen 

Austin: shout outs

Sylvi:  with R2D2 and optimus prime 

Austin:  oh my fucking god

Janine:  what…

Austin: they could make it work

Keith: but did they transform into a bed or where they just..?

Janine: R2D2 can't transform,

Sylvi: i don't know how much i should get into honestly on the show, we’re already pushing it

Austin: we’re gonna move on

Keith: I just meant you could have cereal there! if you wanted, is what i meant

Austin: in the bedroom??!!!

Keith: There's a breakfast nook!

Austin: ah there's a breakfast nook

Dre: yeah yeah yeah, it's important

Janine: this is a studio apartment you could be a studio apartment

Keith: it’s a studio apartment, yes

Janine: okay

Austin: I do, I mean, here's the thing. The blue channel did not have a studio apartment in it before. This is serving a social function like, you know, sometimes you wanna hang out in the studio apartment. I live in a studio apartment. It's nice to be here, you know?

Keith: Everyone desires to take a nap in a weird bed. Right? Like a hotel room or ah, you go to an air bnb. 

Everyone loves spending a night in a bed that's not their normal bed. I think that that's, nearly universal

Austin: and that's one of the services we offer here, 

Keith: the blue channel has a extra bed that anyone can use

Austin: and it can change! It can presumably change the bed from day to day. It’s you!

Keith: yeah, it's like a mood ring

Austin: ah interesting

Keith: the genres on the bookshelf change

Austin: that’s fun

Keith: oh don't catch me on a non-fiction day 

Ali: laughs

Keith: oh do not, you do not wanna mess with Phrygian when the shelves are stocked with like, 

biographies

Austin: bad yeah bad mood i got you

[talentisntgenius]

Bottoms (2023) but instead of a fight club they have a gaming club — Part 1.

headcanons(?), loose plot, and shenanigans.

The club was established a long time ago by Josie, PJ, and Hazel when the school started to require every student to be a part of a club.

PJ didn't want to partake in any club as they all seem to involve physical exertion and community service so she thought they could just make up their own and they ended up with a gaming club.

They had high hopes for the club in the beginning bc who doesn't like video games?! But it turns out three nerds endorsing the club didn't seem too appealing to the many students of Rockbridge Falls High.

They used to play different types of games until they decided to exclusively play Tekken bc it's PJ's favorite and everything PJ's demanding ass wants, she gets (/pos. she's princess).

Also bc there were only three of them and Hazel always seemed to go with whatever PJ wanted.

They play local tourneys... Oh, and they never win!

They get a ten dollar budget from the school which they use to buy food after participating in a tourney.

PJ is Lili main because duh! She's gay and dramatic.

PJ's adamant that she mains Lili bc she's 'hot and sexy' but really she just thinks her outfit is pretty </3

Hazel is Asuka main mostly bc PJ is Lili main lol she also mains Lars.

PJ thinks Hazel purposefully choses Asuka to piss her off bc Hazel always beats her.

Josie is Jin main but sometimes she plays Josie just because :)

Josie draws Tekken fanart/comics.

Sometimes Josie draws Asulili fanart to piss off PJ. She gives them to Hazel who puts them up in her bedroom <3

PJ believes Josie's a show-off for being a Jin main but Josie thinks it just shows how much of a loser shut-in she is.

PJ spams single moves when she wants to piss off Josie.

And yes PJ was definitely a button masher. When they were younger Hazel beat her twelve times in a row and she got so mad that she didn't talk to Hazel for a whole day until Hazel showed her what practice mode is actually for.

She grinded so much that time that she failed a test but it was all worth it when she finally beat Hazel. It wasn't that long until Hazel was, yet again, unbeatable to PJ.

Josie is defo the best out of all of them, she's naturally great at remembering combos.

Josie and Hazel loves discoursing/theorizing about the plot and characters with each other.

Hazel makes them club shirts every year bc she's the rich one.

Hazel loves experimenting with/building fightsticks.

Hazel likes to write down combos she find on YouTube and she shares it with the club when they meet.

Hazel also takes notes about what everyone needs to improve during their sessions. Josie takes notes when it's her turn.

And PJ thinks it's stupid, "You guys don't need to do all that. Literally, no one cares about this club but us. We could be not doing any of this and no one will care,"

When they got to senior year they were given a notice by the school telling them they were gonna shut them down and m cut off their budget if they don't rack up at least ten members and gain any significant achievement for the school.

"Fuck this stupid fucking school. Why can't we be ugly, gay, and untalented in peace?! Does that mean it's one dollar for each student? Do they think my Tekken expertise costs a dollar?!"

Luckily Hazel got Sylvie and Crystal to join. Annie's also there, she doesn't play, she just sits there and complain the violence.

Sylvie is Panda/Kuma main. Crystal is King main. Annie will play Julia but only if she's playing against Sylvie.

Hazel also got Stella Rebecca to join too but only cuz she told her about the tourney prize money.

Stella started out as a Chloe main until she saw PJ playing as Alisa once and got into her bc chainsaws ^-^ !

They're still missing three members and lo and behold— Isabel and Brittany joined the club.

[twh-news]

LOKI, WANDAVISION, and THE MANDALORIAN Are Getting 4K UHD and Blu-ray Releases

Enjoying a show on a streaming service is a dangerous mission in our current world. You’ll dig the first season and its awesome cliffhanger only to discover that there will not be a second season. Or, even worse, a streaming service pulls the plug on a show you love and removes it from the service altogether. This is why physical media will never go out of style. If you own a copy of your fave movie or series, no one can take it away unless they physically fight you first. While Disney+ probably won’t remove its MCU nor Star Wars shows any time soon, you can now own physical copies of Loki, WandaVision, and The Mandalorian on 4K UHD and Blu-ray. These will be the first Disney+ original series to get a physical release.

These collector’s editions from Marvel Studios and Lucasfilm will have Steelbook packaging, exclusive concept art, and bonus features. Here are the titles and release dates for the Disney+ MCU and Star Wars series that will have physical copies available on 4K UHD and Blu-ray.

Marvel Studios’ Loki: The Complete First Season: 4K UHD and Blu-ray releases on September 26, 2023

Marvel Studios’ WandaVision: The Complete Series:4K UHD and Blu-ray releases on November 28, 2023

Star Wars The Mandalorian: The Complete First Season: 4K UHD and Blu-ray releases on December 12, 2023

Star Wars The Mandalorian: The Complete Second Season: 4K UHD and Blu-ray releases on December 12, 2023

Right now, there aren’t more details for what WandaVision and The Mandalorian will offer with their 4K UHD and Blu-ray releases, but here’s what the Loki release will include:

Designing the TVA – Step into the incredible set of Loki Season 1 with Production Designer, Kasra Farahani, and Tom Hiddleston while getting a sneak peek into Season 2.

The Official TVA Orientation Video – Miss Minutes explains the inner workings of the TVA timeline in her orientation video. Gag Reel – Take a look at some of the fun outtakes on set with the cast and crew of Loki Season 1.

Deleted Scene: Loki’s Coronation – Mobius reviews some moments from Loki’s timeline, in which Frog Thor makes an appearance during Loki’s coronation.

Deleted Scene: The Standoff – Loki holds Sylvie hostage against the TVA in a standoff. Assembled: The Making of Loki – Loki explores the series centering on the MCU’s chief mischief maker.

We can also check out the artwork for these lovely releases. It will certainly make you want to add them to any collection that you already have or want to build. And, if the day ever comes when Disney+ doesn’t have MCU or Star Wars content anymore, you will own these shows forever in their physical forms.

[breakthrough88]

Epithet Erased Sitcom AU: Blyndeff Family

Even though I came up with this AU with the Blyndeff family in mind I mostly talked about Ramsey and Percy and @sadsoftserve's ocs. It is time to rectify that. Calliope Blyndeff

Hooray, she's alive!

She's still friends with Howie to this day and they even have lunch together

She has attempted to get Howie and Martin to become friends. It hasn't worked.

Tries to avoid looking stressed in front of her daughters... she's not good at it.

She gets embarrassed when Martin acts lovey-dovey when others are watching

Her default move when her kids get in trouble? The "I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed" look.

Episode where she does yoga at the Sweet Jazz rec center to help relieve her stress. To her surprise a bunch of people try flirting with her.

Martin Blyndeff

It's still entirely possible he'd accidentally leave Molly somewhere but at least he'd apologize afterward

Goes to the PTA meetings instead of Calliope since she was banned after "The Incident"

Has "genius ditz" moments for the PTA

If prompted he'll do more around the house than just make toys. Results are inconsistent

He is unaware Howie barely tolerates his presence

An episode where he somehow accidentally takes Percy's shopping cart despite the fact it has HER BABIES IN IT

Molly Blyndeff

When Calliope gets stressed, Molly gets stressed. Normally Lorelai is the one to calm her down.

Became best friends with Trixie and Phoenica when the teacher put them at the same table when they were 10. Feenie and Trixie are still the only friends Molly has that are her age.

Running gag where she keeps overhearing people talking to themselves/private conversations

Has more appreciation for Lorelai's dream bubbles and will sometimes sneak in when she needs to unwind.

Owns an excessive amount of teddy bears.

An episode where against her better judgment she tries smuggling a lost baby bear back to the store.

Lorelai Blyndeff

A much better sister though she still has somewhat of a lazy streak. However, she is much more vulnerable to Molly's puppy dog eyes.

If someone is mean to Molly they will face Lorelai's wrath.

She enjoys taking Molly shopping

Part of her school's theater department has not only been in multiple plays but has also helped with the set design.

Is the dungeon master for Parker, Sabrina, Bonnie, and Sylvie's DnD campaign. Got the role when Parker wanted to play and Sabrina refused to let Sylvie DM. Lorelai overheard them talking about it and overeagerly offered her services. Uses her epithet to make the sessions super immersive.

An episode where Lorelai tries to come up with the perfect way to ask Giovanni to prom and she ends up overthinking it and panicking causing her epithet to go out of control

[taraljc]

Even more Loki meta. The most Loki meta of Loki meta. Part 2

The Loom is a metaphor for the broken system. The quest to try and fix the broken system is what gave each of the characters the opportunity to evolve. To answer the important questions. At their core, who are they? Who are they becoming? What do they want? What are they willing to sacrifice?

B15 showed the TVA that they had to change. Even the hardline General Dox in the end accepted that. Instead of the TVA erupting into factions and violence, they told everyone the truth: they were variants. They had their lives erased. They had been stolen, repurposed, lied to, and they had been mindlessly giving up their own free will. Absolved of any wrongdoing, because the Timekeepers dictated the proper flow of time. Someone above their pay grade had taken the burden of all those the hard choices onto their own shoulders. The Timekeepers made it easy for them. People like easy. So, they put their heads down and woke up every day doing their small parts enforcing a broken system, committing genocide over and over again in order to have the promise of a paradise that was only ever an illusion.

They had to individually and as a group recognise that every being on every timeline deserved a chance. That they were exactly like them. That they all mattered. They had to decide who they were now, and who they wanted to become. They had to take up the burden they had so long ago given away, and learn how to make their own choices. Especially the difficult ones. That from now on, no-one was paving their way, giving them a set path to follow. That choice didn’t always breed shame and uncertainty and regret.

The TVA isn't full of mindless fascist drones. The TVA aren't time cops. The TVA can be the equivalent of social services, first responders, and support for the entire multiverse. The massive bureaucratic machine that was originally built to limit reality can be repurposed to support the growth of new worlds because unlike the loom, the TVA was made up of people. And people can and do change.

Sylvie believes she had freed the multiverse. She used HWR’s TemPad to monitor the timelines for his variants, and only stepped in when Victor Timely was weaponised and became a threat. She learned that killing Timely was not her only solution. That killing was not the only solution. She learned to recognise the toxic anger and hatred inside her was slowly poisoning her and she needed to let it and Renslayer and her obsession go in order to move forward. She learned she was able to let people in, form connections, find a home and put down roots. The price she paid was losing the first friends she had ever made. Severing the first real connection in her life. And she deemed that an acceptable loss. Loki was collateral damage.

Mobius is struggling to deal with losing the most significant relationship in his long life, and the one person who truly knew him because she had been his partner for as long as he could remember. The big picture had always been a lie. Most of all, he was struggling to accept he did not truly know himself. He was afraid to find out who he had been, because what if he didn’t like what he found? Or worse, what if he regretted his choice, and spent the rest of eternity mourning the life he’d never had?

In the end, it wasn’t Loki who got through to him. It was Sylvie taught him that he had to see who he had been, in order to figure out who he was becoming. To find a new purpose. And she helps Loki do the same. She forces him to stop running, look past the short-term goals of surviving minute to minute, and instead identify what he really wants.

And over the course of the series, he grows and evolves to the point where he is ready to accept that the system needs to be replaced with something better—but they need to find a way to do that without sacrificing the people of the TVA or the people of the multiverse. He confronts his fears: that he will not know who he is and where he truly belongs without the people who inspired him to become the best version of himself: Mobius, Sylvie, B15, Ouroboros, Casey, even Victor Timely.

HWR insists that to all Loki has to do is kill one person to save everyone else. But the price of that choice is continuing to exterminate entire realities every time the timeline branches. Acceptable losses. Collateral damage.

But Loki refuses to believe it’s a binary choice; all or nothing. He believes there must be another way, a third option. That becomes his new purpose.

And he tries. He tries so hard. He spends eons trying to find a loophole, and escape plan. He has always been good at escaping. Surviving terrible, painful losses. So, he keeps at it, desperately seeking an answer that will allow him to keep what he has found, without sacrifice. At first, it’s just trying to save this handful of people he loves. It expands to the whole of the TVA. And then, as all of existence is shredded right in front of his eyes, and he witnesses the collapse of reality as he knows it, he realises the stakes are so much higher. That there is so much more at stake.

He learns from Mobius that most purpose is more burden than glory. And that the scar tissue from a lifetime of the pain and loss are what allows you to live with the burden.

He learns from Sylvie, and all his own painful losses, that sometimes it’s okay to destroy something if there’s a hope that you can replace that thing with something better.

So, Loki asks himself the important questions: Who is he? Who is he becoming? What does he want?  What is he willing to sacrifice? And he realises the only answer. He realises where he belongs. He finds his glorious purpose when he sees the big picture. Growth and change are only possible once they are able to remove the filter that was set up to refine all of reality into one single strand. There can be no free will until the loom is destroyed.

So Loki is brave. He crosses the threshold and forces his way, one foot in front of the other, down that long walkway easily the length of his father’s throne room. He uses his power to destroy the loom that is killing the branches, and opens the door to the Citadel at the End of Time. He grasps the dying branches one by one and enchants them just as Sylvie taught him. He uses all that power not to destroy, but to heal them. To pour his power and his life into them, so that they cannot just survive but grow.

He steps off the broken bridge and begins to climb the steps to what is left of HWR’s seat of power. Even as the citadel crumbles around him, he climbs and as he climbs, all the gold gilds the broken chair, creating an echo of his father’s throne, Hliðskjálf. The highest perch in all of creation, with the widest view. As he ascends to his throne and takes his place upon it as God-King of the universe, the last vestiges of the citadel and HWR’s system falls to dust and blows away. And the multiverse is born.

Because Loki did it. He acquired everything he wanted, and he did it himself. Not because it was supposed to happen. But because rewrote the story. He dictated how his story begins. It was always his story.  He chose to write his own destiny, of his own free will. And at the centre of Yggdrasil, he is no longer afraid of being alone, because he is the beating heart of the entire multiverse. He is not alone, and he never will be because he is connected through the branches of the world tree to everyone he cares about.  

Loki becomes who he was always meant to be: The God of Stories.

[themculibrary]

hello! i was wondering if i could be recommended some longer lokius fics from lokis pov? thank you!

A Good Man Is Hard To Find (ao3) - chamel M, 80k

Summary: Getting caught eventually was probably inevitable. Mobius showing up at the prison with a job offer courtesy of the CIA? Well, that was pretty much the last thing that Loki expected.

Soon he finds himself in a situation he never could have imagined: using skills honed over a life of crime in service of a government agency, all the while trying to balance his new job with his extremely inconvenient feelings for the only person who trusts him. When, after months of successful missions, he unwillingly becomes a pawn in a plot that has deadly consequences, that trust is put to the test—but he’ll be damned if he’s going to let Mobius down.

(A continuation of the Art Thief/CIA Agent AU)

I’d Lie For You, and That’s the Truth (ao3) - Scotch E, 73k

Summary: Loki makes a split second decision that changes everything. Little by little he finds his place in the universe, and Mobius’ arms, as he slowly learns that he is worthy of love. Well, with some help from the friends he meets along the way.

never known how it broke me down (ao3) - RunnyYolk E, 51k

Summary: Wild curls caress his face as a melodiously shaky inhale cascades across the shell of his ear, arms wrapping desperately around his shoulders, and Mobius leans forward, giving his all in return until their hearts are nearly aligned.

Nearly, yet not quite.

Not quite.

or, 5+1 Times Loki Hugs Mobius

the string is unwinding for us creatures of ritual (ao3) - RunnyYolk M, 67k

Summary: "Where have you two been?"

Jolting at Sylvie’s call, they both separate a bit—he hadn’t realized how much Mobius had been leaning in as well—and look over as her nose scrunches in annoyance. She lifts a hand from her hips, waving away the question.

"Nevermind. I don't want to know if you were out doing what I think you were doing."

"You have to be more specific, Sylvie," he drawls innocently. "What could you possibly be thinking?"

Her whole face twists and Mobius blushes, sneaking a hand to pinch his back. "Ugh, you're the worst."

- Tori

[sserpente]

Let’s talk about Loki | S2 Episode 2! 😍

*takes a deep breath* HEAVY SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 2 OF LOKI!

Is it just me or is it hot in here? Not just me? Oh, good. I mean, honestly… that shadow scene was fan service. And trust me when I say that this will continue to make appearances in my future Imagines. Good gods… that suit and those green glowing eyes? Um, yes, please?! 🥵

Well… and on that note—you don’t mess with Loki. I told you X5 or Braaad (you got to say his name like you’re drunk) was gonna be trouble. Still hate him. He’s the type of douchebag who has no purpose when being bad. Blergh. He deserved Loki’s mischief. Also, can we please talk about how Loki was towering over him? That dark, purry and slow voice?! It would have worked on me… or I would have pounced on him and kissed him senseless… one of the two. Probably both at the same time.

Now I can also, finally, say what I’ve been meaning to say since last week but I couldn’t because of spoilers—I am so FREAKING MAD at Sylvie! Look… I know that in her mind, it was Loki who messed up. She thought he was gonna help her kill He Who Remains and he didn’t. Okay, fair enough. But it baffles me how she seems to think that Loki screwed things up when she was the literal cause of all this chaos and the one who kissed him and then dumped him through a time door. Literally and figuratively.

The fact that she thinks she’s happy… working at a McDonald’s on a branched timeline in the 80s… please. She finally has freedom and she’s doing this out of spite but this isn’t the life she truly wants, we all know that. I think she’s overwhelmed and she doesn’t know what to do with her feelings now that she’s killed He Who Remains. It didn’t give her the type of satisfaction that she wanted and if you think about it, she made it her life mission to bring down the TVA. Now that that’s done, more or less (she did realise after all that all those branches mean the TVA won’t go away properly) she’s a bit clueless and it shows. She’s gonna have to come around of course eventually… I mean, plot and story progression, after all, buuuut still—she’s gonna have to make up big time if she wants me to forgive her. She hurt him. That’s practically unforgivable. And on that note, I know there are Sylki shippers here reading this but every time I see these two together, they give me sibling energy. Soooorry, I can’t help it! 😂

So now the branched timelines are gone—for now, leaving only the Sacred Timeline, more or less—for now. There’s gonna be new branches again, of course. Something came to my mind the second time I watched it today though… didn’t they say in Season 1 that once a timeline reaches the red line, it can no longer be controlled by the TVA? Did I miss something here, was that a lie made up by He Who Remains so they’d take care of branched timelines as soon as possible? Because if it was true then how did they prune those timelines? Almost all of them were way past the red line! Or maybe this will have different types of consequences later on? Who knows!

That key lime pie tastes as good as it looks, by the way. So let’s talk about Loki’s and Mobius’ conversation while they were having a slice. I already read a few comments today and saw that a lot of people were missing the fact that Loki failed to mention that he was mind-controlled by Thanos when he attacked New York. I agree—it could have been thematised more but then again… I still think it was. Hear me out:

We know that the sceptre was influencing Loki—but not in the way he was using it to influence others. The sceptre/mind stone brought out the worst of Loki’s emotions and intensified them—in this case, his anger at his father and his brother (which he mentioned) and which is what Thanos used to manipulate him, promising him the “throne of Midgard” etc. It was a slippery bargain of course, because The Other was watching Loki and making sure he upheld his end of this bargain, or else Thanos would kill him. After all, why did he strike a bargain with that purple grape in the first place? He was hurled through space when he fell from the Bifrost. Remember? “I remember you tossing me into an abyss, I who was and should be king!”

So… yes, Loki was manipulated and mind-controlled by Thanos, we already knew that, of course, and personally, I think it’s still so traumatising for him to think, let alone talk about it that he would rather focus on his anger that caused all of this. If Loki was the honourable hero character (who we don’t need him to be anyways) he probably would have let Thanos kill him no matter what he offered. Maybe he wouldn’t have talked his way out of it with a bargain that meant the cost of many innocent lives. Instead, he let his anger drive him and Thanos used that to his advantage. That’s my ten pence on it!

From now on, I’m as in the dark as you guys. No clue what’s gonna happen in Episode 3 but I reckon we’re gonna meet Renslayer again. Let’s give her a good slap in the face when we do, shall we?

[therese-lokidottir]

Why Sylvie so bad character? Even her fans can't denied how bad her character is.

For one it was okey writing her as bad person or even evil person but the problem is that everyone in screen and MCU claim that she is good person while she not showing anything and no no no don't point at when she in McDonalds that she asking a teen if his mother will pick his up, and when she let Victor go, maybe she have a moment but the rest? No, that is no made her good person.

That also what is her personalities actually? Yes, she showing emotions but what or who is she? I can't even put a draft her personalities.

Top of that they forced as to like her.

Listen I may no professional writers but as viewer, if you can't make background a character then make this character have personalities that interesting and of you can't than just doing 'one shot' (the character gone after do the Purpose), and more importantly do not forced everyone to see the character to see like what you see

You know Megatron and Starscream? They both evil and a jerk but fans love them because how evil they both and the transformers creator not claiming that they are 'hero or good' (they have reasons but not justified anything) and they do have personalities and they have they own stories. And that MCU how you writing evil guys but fans still love them

Btw it's including monius and other characters that evil Or bad but got claimed as good persons

I've said but started of as more neutral on Sylvie and more pushed to dislike her after hearing all the dumb stuff from the creators along with being really annoyed by the pompous fans. The attitude that people who didn't like her where sexists made me hate her out of spite.

Yeah, the thing is it's fine that a character is selfish or mean, that doesn't have to be a problem in itself. The problem is not treating those aspects like they're flaws or trying to the pretend the character is some that she's not. Because she is not a hero or a liberator or someone who remotely cares about anyone but herself. The only thing you could say about Sylvie is she is technically right about the TVA being bad but she ends up being no better than them.

And that this is someone who has never had a chance to have kind of relationship, not friendship, not familiar and has no chance do develop normal social skills is now going to work the service industry!? She is going is going to have to deal with people yell and complain at for the pettiest things and look down on her. She has to do a lot of hard unrewarding work with other people who don't really want to be there. The reason why the opening of Endgame is actually really good is because how much it understands the character. Nebula doesn't know how to have fun and play a dumb game, it's such a foreign concept. The mix of emotions she has are great because you can see the awkwardness.

Sylvie is whatever the plot needs her to be. She's what you'd get if you typed in Strong Female Character in an AI generator.

I love characters like Regina Mills and Wanda Maximoff, tragic messes who I do sympathize with and want them to be happy, but I also acknowledge that have done bad things. Or I can like characters like Mystique and Demona, terrible women who might have some sympathetic aspects but are ultimately terrible but that terribleness is what makes the fun to watch. But Sylvie is none of those things, she's just a boring selfish brat and they treat it like that's either ok or that she's not.