#the way he treated his wives might have something to do with the acceptance of it and maybe she saw what happened to CoA and went no thanks

[angelstate]

Husband!Konig x Wife!Reader.

Husband!Konig is a good lover, one who treats every situation with gentleness, he approaches you with a kind and understanding nature even if you are in the wrong because he would rather take the fault that let you be upset, he knows you don’t mean any harm, just sometimes it takes a bit to realize when you did something wrong or jumped into a conclusion that wasn’t true.

He is a kind and patient soul who wants only the best for you even if it means going against what everyone else deems acceptable, his heart knows no boundaries when it comes to making you happy and enjoy life the way you should.

Husband!Konig doubts himself a lot, he doesn’t think he’s good enough for you at times because of his job, and thinks that somehow his enemies will cause you harm in the long run even if you’re not associated with his work at all, it is something that makes him anxious but he manages his emotions to dedicate his energy to you.

Husband!Konig likes to buy you flowers every time he can, returning home from grocery shopping with a bouquet on his hands that he is already taking care of to put on a vase on the dining table, buying your favorite flower on his way home after a mission, he knows better than to show empty-handed, even if you only care about him and half the time crush the flowers with your eager hugs.

He likes the little details of love, the act of showing he has you in mind even in the smallest of ways because that means he isn’t just being superficial like most husbands who like their wives but do nothing to make them feel loved.

He thinks that should be a crime against the holiness of marriage, such a sacred union should be reserved for those who value their partner enough to go out of their way to make their life easier with simple things like doing house chores, buying their favorite snacks, and such.

Husband!Konig knows that his height brings certain problems most people didn’t know existed like the size of the bed you two sleep in, because no matter how much you searched on the internet, it seemed that every bed you buy is too small for the huge husband you have, or the amount of food that you have to regularly buy so the pantry isn’t empty because he raided every edible thing in the kitchen.

That said, it also has its perks, if you can’t reach something he is already grabbing it for you, cleaning the ceiling lamps or changing a light bulb has never been easier and his clothes are oversized just the way you like them.

you take advantage of his physic more than you should, telling him to carry you around in his arms, refusing to get up in the morning knowing he would throw you over his shoulder and force you to shower with him even if you showered the night before, you don’t even mind waking up early and showering with him but it’s fun to play hard to get with a man who has the ability to manhandle you as he wishes.

Husband!Konig is a soft-hearted person, he might seem intimidating on the outside but he is a man connected with his emotional side, not afraid to cry in front of you or vocalize when he’s upset or the reason behind his feelings, he knows that is unhealthy to keep emotions bottled up because they can cause resentment and he doesn’t want that for the two of you.

Husband!Konig loves animals, especially cats because of their soft fur and independent nature, so when this fat orange male cat approached him in the streets and rubbed against his legs when he had gone out to take the trash was definitely a moment that filled him with joy, as he took it inside your home and showed it to you, stating now you had a pet.

Husband!Konig is a very energetic person, always doing something with his hands, an anxiousness that only goes away when he’s focusing on something that requires him to sit still, like braiding your hair, he doesn’t want to get distracted and accidentally hurt you by pulling your hair or braiding too tightly that causes you a headache, he's careful to the point it seems like his defusing a bomb.

Husband!Konig loves the mundanity of everyday life, he feels at ease when his days blur together because there’s a routine that doesn’t involve violence, and it's easy for him to fall deep into the cycle of living day by day with peace on his mind and the lack of panic attacks that once consumed his days.

Husband!Konig is an amazing person overall, he dedicates every bit of himself to being infatuated with you, feeling you in every way possible, and connecting with you with every aspect of life the two of you share, he knows his love sometimes is overwhelming but taking care of you brings a calmness on his life, knowing his doing something inherently good.

He takes care of you for his and your pleasure, he takes pride in knowing you’re happy and satisfied at a physical and emotional level because he doesn’t like to see you anxious, and doesn’t like when life begins to burden you.

seasonal depression seems to be his worst enemy during the winter, more so than the low temperatures that make his hands numb and cheeks hurt from the cold, he knows the lack of sunlight and the inability to go out makes you depressed, that as much as you value staying home you also like nature but the snow stops you from going out for too long, your immune system being a bit weak doesn’t help either.

But he manages, he buys you a lightbox to help with your depression, and yeah, he knows artificial sunlight isn’t the remedy to your sadness but it keeps you at more peace and he likes to at least try and bring comfort to your home the way he can even if it doesn’t replace the real thing.

Husband!Konig is the perfect partner, truly. and he wishes that he gets to love you and take care of you in every lifetime, wants to be by your side in every universe that exists out there because he knows he would never be truly happy if he isn’t with you.

(little reminder: i'm taking requests if you would like me to write about something specific xx)

[the-solver-system]

..

OH!? SO EVERYONES JUST GONNA WORRY ABOUT ME? NOT OUR SYSTEM, OR THE COLLECTIVE, OR ANYBODY ELSE!? HOW MY PARENTS MIGHT FEEL IF I HAVE TO GO, OR MY CHILDREN, OR MY SIBLINGS, OR LITERALLY ANYONE!?

IM NOT THE ONLY ONE HERE YOU CAN'T JUST IGNORE EVERYONE ELSE UNLESS THEY PRETEND TO BE ME OR SPAM VENT POSTS!!

AND YOU CANT EVEN GIVE A SHIT ABOUT ME PROPERLY

YOU DONT EVEN GIVE A SHIT ABOUT ME!

IM JUST A "COOL HOST" OR SOME SHIT!

Y'KNOW WHAT!? MAYBE I'LL JUST LEAVE! I'LL FORCE Y'ALL TO LEARN TO FUCKING LOVE THE OTHERS AND NOT JUST STAND AWKWARDLY OR IGNORE THEM BECAUSE "WELL I DONT KNOW THEM"

WELL YOU KNOW ME, AND I LOVE THEM! MAYBE TRY TO FUCKING GET TO KNOW US

I DONT WANNA KNOW YOU IF YOU ONLY GIVE A SHIT ABOUT ME

ESPECIALLY IF YOU DONT EVEN ATLEAST CARE ABOUT THIZZY

HE'S LITERALLY MY SIBLING

MY "TWIN"

WE ARE JOINED TOGETHER

WE ARE SEMI-FUSED

HE IS THERE FOR ME WHEN I NEED SOMEONE

HE IS THERE FOR ME WHEN I DONT NEED SOMEONE

HE TAKES CONTROL OF THINGS WHEN I CANT

HE TAKES RESPONSIBILITY AND PROTECTS US

WHY AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO ANYBODY GIVES A SHIT ABOUT!?

AND WHY DO THEY NOT EVEN ACTUALLY GIVE A SHIT ABOUT ME!?

YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MANY PEOPLE WORK SO GOD DAMN HARD TO KEEP US AFLOAT

JUST IN OUR SYSTEM ALONE

THIZZY IS THERE WHENEVER I NEED TO GET OUT OF FRONT OR FRONT IS NEEDED TO BE OCCUPIED

VEEBEE HELPS ME GATEKEEP AND KEEP TRACK OF ALTERS BECAUSE I HAVE SO MUCH GOD DAMN STUFF TO DO

YEVA, NORI, AND KHAN PROTECT AND SOOTHE US

THATS ONLY OUR SYSTEM

AND ONLY JUST A FEW OF THE GOD DAMN PEOPLE

YOU DONT CARE ABOUT THEM

AND YOU CANT EVEN CARE ABOUT ME PROPERLY

STOP IGNORING THE PARTS YOU DONT LIKE

STOP

ONLY

CARING

ABOUT

ME

ITS SO AGGROVATING

SOMEONE WILL COME INTO FRONT WITH FRIENDS AND THEN LEAVE BECAUSE THEY EITHER GET IGNORED, OR TREATED LIKE THEIR ME

THEY MATTER TOO!

I GET IT, "YOU DONT KNOW THEM", BUT THAT DOESNT MEAN YOU GET TO IGNORE THEM

YOU KNOW US AS A COLLECTIVE

THEY'VE LURKED BEFORE

HELL MAYBE YOU DO KNOW THEM BUT THEY JUST PRETENDED TO BE ME BECAUSE THATS THE ONLY WAY THEY DONT GET SIDE LINED!

THE AMOUNT OF TIMES WE'VE HAD ALTERS COME INTO FRONT AROUND FRIENDS/FAMILY, SAY HI, MAYBE GET GREETED, AND NOT TALKED TO AGAIN OR IGNORED WHEN THEY SAY SOMETHING IS FUCKING ANNOYING!

THIS IS WHY IM THE MAIN FRONTER

WHY IM OVERWORKED

BECAUSE NOBODY CAN FUCKING GIVE A SHIT ABOUT THE OTHERS!

OH GOD AND ESPECIALLY MY DAD, KHAN?

HE NEVER FRONTS NOW!

I HAVE TO WHINE AND BEG FOR HIM

BECAUSE NOT ONLY WAS HIS FIRST EXPERIENCE BEING SIDE-LINED FOR HIS WIVES

BUT IT WAS ALSO HIM BEING COMPARED TO HIS SOURCE AND TREATED LIKE THE SCUM OF THE EARTH

AND SURE OUR FRIENDS NOW MIGHT NOT BE THAT BAD

BUT NOBODY FEELS WELCOMED!?

IM NOT EXPECTING A WELCOME PARTY AND A CAKE TO BE BAKED FOR THEM

IM EXPECTING FOR THEM TO BE TREATED LIKE FUCKING PEOPLE

And I can't even be cared about properly..

I'm ignored until I'm on the brink of fucking suicide.

or until I go directly to vent to people..

and when..

when I wanna rant about my family..

like.. in-system family..

i get ignored...

I talk about alters and then people sideline it

I talk about shit and then nobody cares

I'm tired..

you guys have made it so i never want to front again.

i don't want to speak to you guys ever again.

i don't want to be the host forever but nobody else is accepted so here I am.

thinking basically everyday "will this be the day I die?"

and most of the time its Thizzy helping me through it.

giving me the will to live.

its Nori helping me through it.

or anyone else.

so yeah.

i dont care right now about how terrible of a person I sound like.

We have been struggling for months with only our system being able to front for the most part because the other systems were forced out due to them not catering to what our friends/family wanted.

and now its getting worse.

now its turning into me being the only one able to front.

fuck this.

you guys made us feel like shit.

[weministertomonsters]

Siren Girlfriend (Isa) x female reader - 1

The first time you see her, she's on the floor, cowering under the threatening shovels and rakes of the farmers and being pelted with rotten produce by their wives.

"Stop!" You shout, unable to fathom why they would treat a person so cruelly.

They have their petty suspicions of you, but never would they go this far. At least, you hope they wouldn't.

"Leave her be," you plant yourself in front of the woman, causing the people to halt. "How can you do this?"

"She bewitched a man!" People in the crowd call out.

"And what proof do you have of that?" You ask, putting your hands on your hips.

The people glance at each other. No one seems sure of who started this claim. No one looks particularly sorry though. You scan the crowd until you see Mrs. Borough yanking angrily at her son's arm, trying to drag him away. The young man seems to be complaining and clutching at his bulging crotch.

"Donny Borough," you call to him in a tone like honeyed poisoned. "Do you have anything to say?"

You've lived here long enough to know that he's trouble and with that in mind, this probably has something to do with him.

"No," Mrs. Borough snaps. "We were just leaving."

She just about runs away, dragging her son by his ear. He stumbles after her, cursing. You turn your attention to the crowd.

"Shame on you all," you say. "Never raise a single finger in violence unless you know the reason that you are doing it for and that the reason is just."

The crowd melts away under the heat of your words until you and the woman are alone.

"I'm sorry this happened," you say, turning to her and extending a hand. "I mean you no harm."

Only then does she lift her head, fixing beautiful green eyes on you.

"I did not mean to entrance him," she says huskily, taking your hand, her dirty, chipped fingernails rasping at your palm. "I was so hungry and he told me sweet things."

"He lies," you say gently. "That particular one is not to be trusted. If you come with me, I can offer you food and shelter for a day, until you can gain your footing."

She plucks self-consciously at her threadbare dress, blushing a little. "I accept your offer. Thank you."

You can't help but look at her and wonder who she is and where she comes from. Her dress is of luxurious tailoring, even if it's now old, dirty, and torn. The necklace she wears is still in good condition, an azure gem lying nestled in the hollow of her neck. Her eyes though, look amused and confused at the same time as she peers around her.

Maybe she's fallen on hard times, or something has happened to cause her to lose her bearings because she doesn't seem to know where she is.

"I'll lead the way," you say. "I have soup at home."

She follows you, stumbling every now and then. You glance at her and notice she's barefooted.

"You don't have shoes?" You ask.

"No," she says cautiously.

Her feet look as tender as that of a newborn baby. All of her skin does. Like she has been living a life of luxury until now. That doesn't make sense either, but you shake it off.

"I have a second pair you can use," you tell her.

"I have done nothing to earn such kindness," she says. "And yet you give it to me."

You chuckle. "I'm not a monster."

Within a few minutes, you have reached your house which is built on a hill, slightly separated from the rest of the village. It's small and a little unkempt, but it's all yours.

You hesitate outside the door and look at her. "Wait here, I'll fill a tub for you."

You have several buckets filled with water in preparation for making medicines, but that can wait. Once the outdoor tub is filled, you gesture to it.

"I'll get you some clean clothes," you say. "I have some things that might fit."

You expect that by the time you return, she'll be in the tub, but she isn't. She's struggling with the buttons on her dress, biting her lip in concentration as her fingers fumble.

"I don't even know how I got it on the first time," she admits, her shoulders slumping. "Can I trouble you to help me?"

Curious questions tumble forward but you bite them back and put the clean clothes on a rock. You step forward and make quick work of the buttons, grimacing at the slick of egg yolks and rotten tomato that soaks the fabric.

"I'm afraid your dress is not salvageable," you say, stepping back.

"It was barely doing its job anyway," she says, shrugging it off her shoulders.

As the dress falls, your eyes widen. She's not wearing anything underneath, but that's not what you're focused on. Her back and arms are covered in thin, recently healed scars.

"Who did this to you?" You ask.

"My people," she says, lowering herself into the tub with a little grimace, her eyes drooping slightly when she discovers the water is pleasantly warm.

You stand there, confused. "What did you do?"

She looks up at you, her green eyes dark. "It is as natural as the tides. I lost the seat of power to my sister and as such, I was chased from the Kingdom."

"You... So you really aren't human?" You say, sinking on your knees beside the tub so you can look each other in the eye. "I had a feeling."

"I could sense you too," she says. "You have a strong aura. Otherwise, I would not have strayed so far into this village."

"You came looking for me." Your cheeks flush slightly.

"I was hoping you could help me," she continues. "I am forbidden to return to the waters my sisters inhabit. Perhaps there is a lake nearby I can occupy?"

You shake your head. "The nearest one is at least a day's travel away. I have water on my land, but it's only a pond. It would be barely enough space for you to turn over."

"With your permission, I would like to stay for a few days. I am very weary," she says.

"Stay as long as you like," you say earnestly, and she gifts you with a smile that shows you sharp teeth.

"So you're a siren?" You say cautiously, and she nods.

"Where are your wings? Wait, you don't have to tell me," you add quickly.

"An accident rendered them useless," she hums as she dips a washcloth and begins to wash her scarred arms carefully. "So I had them ripped off."

You recoil at that, and she laughs.

"Between my sisters, I am known to be the fiercest," she says and holds out the washcloth.

"Can I trouble you to wash my back? I can't reach."

"Sure." You take the washcloth and start on her back, making sure to be extra careful when you pass it over the tender scars.

There are two thick ones at the base of her shoulder blades where her wings must have been. Before you realize what you're doing, your fingers are tracing the scars. They are much older than the rest, and surely no longer painful. Still, she sucks in a sharp breath.

"Sorry," you say.

"They do not hurt," she murmurs, her face pressed against her knees. "But it is difficult to hold my glamour when I am touched."

"Oh. You don't have to. I won't tell a soul," you whisper, hand pausing on her shoulder.

The air between the two of you is electrified. You should be wonderful how it is that you feel so much for a literal stranger, but your heart is beating fast and your mouth is dry and you can barely think straight.

Maybe she's subconsciously entrancing you. That's her nature after all.

She twists around to face you and some water sloshes onto your skirt, but you don't care.

The glamour melts away and you can see what she truly looks like. Her eyes are solid black and her nose is flatter, lips thinner, teeth sharper. Her ears end in delicate little points and her whole body is more streamlined and bonier. Her claws curl into her palm as she brushes her knuckles against your face. Her skin is ashen with green spots that match the color of her glamoured eyes.

"I must seem very strange to you," she says softly.

Even her voice is different. Harsher and at the same time more sultry.

You take a deep breath, glad to find that you're not even a little afraid, even though you probably should be.

"I've seen worse," you say lightly. "Once I was chased by a rather amorous cyclops and by god, it was terrifyingly ugly!"

She laughs and stands, the fine scales on her body shimmering. You hand her a towel and she wraps herself in it and gets out of the tub. She must still be in some sort of half-glamour in order to have legs, you think.

For a moment you just stare at each other. It's easy to fall into her endless black eyes. You shake yourself out of the stupor and clear your throat.

"I have soup," you say and duck inside quickly before she can see that you're blushing again.

[evita-shelby]

National Anthem

Chapter 11

Cw: mentions of children's illnesses, disabled children and premonitions of death

Taglist: @zablife @thegreatdragonfruta

September 1923

To their credit, the boys don’t cry on their first day of school. Technically it is just kindergarten and they’ll be out by noon giving them no time to miss them, or so he comforts his wife who didn’t bring her handkerchief.

Both are very excited about their new clothes and things and the carefully packed lunches Eva made herself with little handwritten notes that make you think she will never see them again.

Blamed it on the baby, but Jack knows her and will tease her about it for the rest of their lives.

“Oh, don’t tell me you didn’t get a spring in your step when the boys bragged about you to everyone who would listen.” She teases him in return, and he refuses to admit that he did enjoy the clear admiration his boys have for him to anyone else but her.

He can do no wrong, he is the greatest man to walk the earth and they are too young to know it’s the exact opposite. But for now, he will gladly accept their hero worship of him.

“Do you think Rosie might be able to start school next year?” He can’t help but ask her that.

Rosie was different from other kids her age, still had trouble speaking, writing and prone to fits. The new nanny was good with her, she had experience with children like Rosie, but even then being cared for at home was way different from school.

Jack had been bullied for being too tall, too Irish and catholic, Gina hadn’t fared any better at private school. His kids had a foreign mother and he knew how kids like his girl were treated to know it will be bad.

Jack didn’t think being a father would have him like this, most fathers just leave everything to their wives and now he’s here in a car worrying himself to death.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there, I suppose.”

The boys do better than they expect. In fact, he can’t recall ever being excited for school like they are. So excited they’ve been talking his ear off as he tries to get some work done in the home office.

“They want to go on the bus, tomorrow. They asked me to convince you to let them.” Jack brings forth the twins’ petition in a strange turn of events. It’s always the other way around, Eva being the one to convince him for something they want.

She’s always had a way to ‘convince’ him and now it’s his turn. Not that the kids will ever know their impassioned arguments worked on him because of the nasty, disrespectful sex Jack and Eva have before or after it.

“Let’s see if you can do a better job than me, Mr. Nelson.” Eva teases him, pretending she’s not terrified of letting the boys go on the bus.

Even at the tender age of four, Joey and Junior knew something wasn’t quite right with their mother. They knew she had nightmares, terrible things that left her in a shit state after, and how afraid she was of them being far from her reach.

“I vetted the driver and most of the staff at the school district in August. They’ll be safe from them at least.” He had assumed that had been obvious, but it didn’t help to remind her that.

“I thought you were going to fuck me, Jack.” His wife accepts the new information but still complains at him genuinely trying to make her see reason.

“I will, once you agree to let them go on the bus.”

December 1st, 1924

As far as people will know, they are perfect.

Eva has won over the PTA, Jack’s no longer bothered by the other moms ---and schoolteachers he had a past with--- flirting with him and the children are doing great.

The twins played team sports and Rosie would be allowed to start school later ---the twins had been allowed to start early due to exceptional brightness. Kitty was born well and was reaching milestones at the expected time and just seen her first birthday. They’d even gotten a dog to complete the picture of an all-American family this Christmas.

Everything was perfect.

Even his dealings in the underworld were going great. He owned a stake of the Cotton Club despite how Eva hated how racist it was, the Spiniettas were gearing up for a vendetta with the Shelbys because they got hit when shit hit the fan and Jack was all too ready to sweep in and take it all.

Who would stop them?

“Happy Birthday, Evie.” Jack kissed his wife good morning, the taste of her pussy still on his tongue from the way he woke up the sleeping beauty.

She hates the cold and lucky her, she’s got him to keep her warm.

“How much time do we have before the children wake up?” Eva pulled him back for another kiss and reached for the waistband of his pajama pants, can’t risk getting caught naked by the kids again.

“Enough, I think. It’s a school day.” Two more weeks of school before they spend the holidays down in Florida like they always do. Now they had to come back when winter break ended instead of staying until the worst of winter ended.

They could’ve left this week but the boys were in the Christmas pageant and somehow dressing in itchy costumes for hours was seen as better than Christmas at the beach. Its not like they had any lines anyways, Joey couldn’t remember his and Jack never said his with a straight face.

They don’t get far when Junior knocks insistently saying his throat hurts. Neither Jack nor Eva didn’t expect spending the next sixteen days nursing the boys through Scarlet Fever. A deadly illness without good enough cures yet.

It falls on Jack to care for the girls while Eva quarantines herself in the boys’ room. They pull through, Junior being the one to make them fear the worst.

“I had a dream I died, daddy.” Junior says solemnly when they watch the quarantine posters from the windows burn in their fireplace and leave out the cookies for Santa. “Not like last week, I was a grown up and sitting in the back of a car. My head hurt a lot when I woke up.”

Jack Nelson will never forget those words for as long as he lives, bur for Eva’s sake he will not tell her their son has dreamed of his own death.

[asirensrage]

Current Anime Fandoms Masterlist

just because I want to see them all in one place... most are ocs, some are "x reader".

Tokyo Revengers

Hanma Shuji

Cursed (Explicit): Kanae hates clubs but a chance meeting on the patio might change her mind…or at least make up for the disaster the night is turning into.

Sano "Mikey" Manjiro

The Fall (Mature) - Dark!Fic. She was drowning before she even realized he had dragged her into waters she couldn’t survive in on her own. Based on the prompt: “Step away from the window. Come back to sleep. Don’t make me have to come get you.”

Unrepentant (Explicit) - Dark!Fic. The reason Mikey collared you and kept you chained tonight at his feet was a lesson in humiliation and obedience. (Mikey x Reader, Bonten x Reader)

Haitani Ran

Hindsight (Mature): Dark!Fic. You were always going to end up here. She was never going to be allowed to leave and you were just lucky that he saw you as more than just collateral. Based on the prompt: “It doesn’t matter what you think. You’re mine. You always have been.”

Hindsight 2.0 (Explicit): Dark!Fic. Smut rewrite of Hindsight (shown above)

Mitsuya Takashi

Profane (Mature) - You meet Mitsuya by accident. Mitsuya x reader.

Sanzu Haruchiyo

The Road to Hell (Explicit) - It’s pure luck that she stumbles across him alone in the middle of an overdose. He thinks it’s fate.

My Hero Academia

Dabi

Dark!Prompt: (M) “If they touch you, I’ll kill them. It’s that simple.”

Dark!Prompts (Explicit): “Do you know how long I’ve watched you? You’re perfect.” and “Are you really surprised to find out I’m the bad guy?”

Jujutsu Kaisen

Nanami Kento

Prompt: character A making it their absolute goal for character B to admit that the best sex they’ve ever had is w/ A, and they both are kinda surprised when it actually happens. (Mature)

Random sad/comfort scene between OC and Nanami…

waking up in bed (unnamed characters)

Gojo Satoru

Wanting More (PG) - Satoru doesn’t want her. He just doesn’t want anyone else to have her either…

Demanding It All (Explicit) - They’ve both finally had enough. Satoru does something about it. Sequel to Wanting More

Just a Dream (PG) - A request for fluff and kisses after the JJK 236 leaks. SPOILER WARNING

Prompt: “YOU SLEPT WITH [Your Choice]??? WHAT WERE YOU THINKING????” (PG) - sequel to Wanting More and Demanding It All.

Naruto

Hatake Kakashi

the weight of all my sins (snippets) - Kakashi x OC - AU. Kei has always held anyone outside of her team at a distance but Kakashi has a way of slipping in between the cracks. An exploration of grief, loss, sacrifice, murder, protection, acceptance and letting people in.

Uchiha Sasuke

Prompt: “Look what you do to me” (rating M)

Demon Slayer

Rengoku Kyojuro

An Offering (PG) - He didn’t expect what came after.

Song Prompt (M): Unholy by Hey Violet

Prompt (T): “When he touches you, is it his face you see or mine?” - sequel to Unholy.

Promises Unspoken (Explicit) - Kyojuro x OC - She survived. That’s enough. If only he would stop avoiding her.

Treating You Right (Explicit) - Tengen x you x Kyojuro - Modern!AU. “Come out with us, princess. It’ll be the flashiest night of your life.“

A Bet’s a Bet (Explicit) - Tengen x Kyojuro x you - Modern!AU. A night at Laser Tag goes from potential disaster to something incredible.

A kiss on the cheek

How the Hashira Help You Deal With Unwanted Attention

Until We Have More. - prompt: “can I touch you?” “you know we can’t.”

How the Hashira React to Your Blood Turning Demons Back to Human

How the Hashira React to Getting Caught Making Out With You

Uzui Tengen (and wives)

Catalyst (M) - You meet Makio first…

Treating You Right (Explicit) - Tengen x you x Kyojuro - Modern!AU. “Come out with us, princess. It’ll be the flashiest night of your life.“

A Bet’s a Bet (Explicit) - Tengen x Kyojuro x you - Modern!AU. A night at Laser Tag goes from potential disaster to something incredible.

"I wish I could touch you.” prompt. (Tengen x OC)

The Hashira

How the Hashira Help You Deal with Unwanted Attention

How the Hashira React to Your Blood Turning Demons Back to Human

How the Hashira React to Getting Caught Making Out With You

[dragomer]

ohhh I though that a harem automatically meant concubines but i looked it up and it can be for wives too. i always imagined suki and the kyoshi warriors as zuko’s “bonus wives” who aren’t exactly his equals as fire ladies but who he still pays lots of attention to and treats very well.

since you liked the breakup letter idea I decided to write one. it came out a little more cringe than I intended but it’s crack so whatever:

Sokka,

We’ve been together for a few years and I’ve really enjoyed our time together. You’re a great boyfriend and any girl would be lucky to have you.

I am obligated to tell you that girl isn’t going to be me. I have been thinking for a while about what I want and I’ve decided to shift my life in a different direction. I’m not sure if you’ve heard but Zuko has created a royal harem with the other Kyoshi Warriors. At first I thought he and Ty Lee were playing around but then more and more girls started to join in. Now I’m the only one who still sleeps in the bodyguard bunkhouse and doesn’t have a three pointed flame shaved into her pubes. Since the other girls started wearing their new sheer harem outfits I stick out like a sore thumb in my full armor.

More importantly I have been stuck as a spectator to other things too like when the girls take turns for throat duty during Zuko’s meetings. They switch off swallowing his cock and they’ve gotten very good at it by now so there’s always a Kyoshi Warrior sucking him off. It’s supposed to help control his temper but I think they just like the feeling of his cock sliding down their throats. Can’t blame them. He also takes turns pleasuring them and I’ve spent enough time outside his room to know that the other girls are really enjoying themselves. All I’ve been able to think about lately is what it would be like to be in there with them and vie for the next turn with Zuko until he fucks me into the mattress.

It took me a long time to see the wisdom of my sisters but they recognized before I did that our service to the Fire Lord was incomplete. There’s so much more I need to do to prove myself as a warrior and I can only do it with his cock inside me.

Long story short I’m joining the harem. I’ll visit Zuko’s office today and offer him my undying loyalty and hope that he honors me by accepting my service. He’ll probably need a few weeks to teach me how to be a proper member of his harem and I expect that it will be hard and rough. The girls all say he’s hung like a komodo rhino which isn’t surprising so I’ll have to get used to taking something that big without passing out after my first orgasm. I’m also the last to join and that means I’ll start at the bottom. If I want to earn some respect and work my way up I’ll be spending a lot of time cleaning his cock with my mouth after he’s done fucking the other warriors. The more I think about it the more I’m looking forward to it. I’ve always liked a challenge.

Once my training is complete there’s going to be a public ceremony. It’s not a wedding since none of us are Zuko’s Fire Lady but it’s meant to celebrate my induction into the harem. My sisters will shave my pubes into the symbol of the Fire Nation then I’ll put on the new uniform and Zuko will fuck me while the Fire Sages bless our new union. Once his cum is dripping out of my pussy and ass and covering my face I’ll officially be a warrior in his harem. Tickets are going fast but if you want to attend I can save you a seat.

If it makes you feel any better then remember that it’s not you. It’s me. Actually it might be a little bit of you too since you’re not Zuko or the Fire Lord. I hope that we can still be friends and I know we’ll still see each other during important meetings. Unless I’m on throat duty then you’ll see me with Zuko’s cock down my throat but I probably won’t see you.

- Suki (now pronounced “Suck-i”)

P.S. Zuko wants me to tell you he said hi and that he promises to be good to me. He says that you can come watch him fuck me anytime.

Yeah, as you found out, harem is also for multiple wives. Also Fire Ladies aren't really equal to the Firelord either so really we were thinking of the same thing.

Oh, great to hear, anon, it seems to be a long letter too!

Don't worry about it sounding cringe, all smut kinda sounds cringe when you read it while not horny.

'It’s not a wedding' I mean, it basically is.

'then remember that it’s not you. It’s me. Actually it might be a little bit of you too since you’re not Zuko or the Fire Lord' This one is hilarious, great job.

'(now pronounced “Suck-i”)' Okay, you killed me with that one XD

Overall great letter for a great idea!

Thanks for the ask and great letter ^^

[fideidefenswhore]

According to Chapuys, ‘the King, immediately on receiving the news of the decapitation of [anne], entered his barge and went to [Jane]’ at Chelsea. We do not know how she reacted. But, at the least, she showed no compunction in stepping to the throne over the headless corpse of her rival. Anne might talk of killing Catherine; the gentle Jane went further and was an accessory-after-the-fact to the judicial murder of her predecessor.

Six Wives: The Queens of Henry VIII by David Starkey

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Strickland conveniently forgot that Anne, only a decade earlier, had begun scheming to supplant her royal mistress, and later tried to compass that lady’s death.

In refusing the King’s advances without removing herself from his presence, and accepting her role as his wife’s replacement (which is just what Anne, in her day, had done), she behaved discreditably. Probably she had had little choice in the matter, with the King ardently pursuing her and her family vigorously maneuvering [...]

Weir A. (2010). The lady in the tower : the fall of anne boleyn.

so....woof.... lots to unpack here. 

1) i’m not going to split hairs here, if the language/presentation is offensive to some here, like, okay, but at the core of it, the sequence of events is not...wrong? 

there’s debate to the reports of AB saying she wanted catherine AND mary  dead, we could circle that for hours, i’d rather not (the main thing here is contradiction...chapuys both asserts that she’s said she will do this if it’s ever in her power, wants to do this, wants henry to do this, asks this of henry, constantly, but he also asserts that anne’s influence and power over henry is limitless/ultimate. the two simply cannot have been true at the same time. either she was constantly pushing for this and henry was unwilling or she wasn’t and his assessment of her influence was correct or near-correct); and there’s debate to the tone (myself, i don’t believe she was ‘joking’ per say, rather frustrated to the level of venting recklessly, but i do think she was being flippant... and i think it’s maybe relevant to remember she had a rather cavalier attitude about her own death, even before her imprisonment, so possibly just death in general) ; 

regardless,

assuming it’s completely true, i understand having contempt for AB in this matter, however, if you do, how can you not for her successor? starkey isn’t wrong here, talking about something is absolutely not the same as accepting it at the price of admission. we don’t have any records of jane’s contempt for anne and elizabeth the same way we do for anne’s of catherine and mary; but we do have record of her connection to a group that had that contempt for them in extremity...so, ultimately, it’s not that far a leap of supposition, no?

2) ‘which is just what anne had done’ except she did remove herself from henry’s presence. the letters demonstrate that he asked her to return to it several times and several times she refused.

now, again, myself, i don’t believe that’s proof-positive of ‘sexual harassment’, per say. i believe there are multiple explanations for anne’s choice of separation  (maybe it was her choice, maybe it was the choice/advice of her family, if they knew of it at the time, just for starters); however, the above alone...sure, i can see why some believe that’s what that evidence proves, or at least suggests. we don’t have anything similar for jane, we have a public protestation/rejection and a continuation of her visiting henry in the chambers that cromwell granted the seymours. we have, again, beliefs/words not aligning with actions. 

so again, the answer to/of ‘why are these women/relationships spoken of differently/ “treated” (?) differently’, well...because they were? one is a passionate union of years with twists and turns, whereas the other has the singular twist and turn of my wife was a murderous whore and now she’s dead, you’re up. 

what we have, also, with anne that we don’t with her successor, is evidence of years that would suggest she was deeply committed to henry. was jane as deeply committed? she must have been to the extent that she married him, but we simply know much less about how she ultimately felt. 

[qwanderer]

Sometimes I have. Such mixed feelings about my job. Like do my coworkers have absolutely unconscionable politics? Absolutely. Do I hear them say things that make me want to sock them in the jaw on behalf of all humanity? Yep. Are they perilously close to being Nazis? Perhaps.

But also.

Do I need this job? Yes. Do I like this job? Yeah I like what I do. Am I doing bad stuff? No. Am I helping small businesses stay afloat? Yeah.

I don't have the energy to engage in a ton of arguments while I'm working, and anyway our perspectives are so radically incompatible that any conversation on straight up politics is just mutually incomprehensible. So I'm not like. Kicking ass and changing minds with any kind of speed.

But sometimes I have the opportunity to have a conversation that comes at politics from the side and I think I do okay at those and maybe give my coworkers something to think about.

Like today one of my coworkers who is friendly but low key racist in all kinds of ways asked my opinion. He said one of his relatives is dating a guy who immigrated from Iraq and is a practicing Muslim and was like, how do they treat their women? Should I be worried?

And I was like, okay, first of all, it varies. In every segment of humanity you can use to divide people up you're going to find kind people and terrible people. But if one of my acquaintances was dating someone who practiced Islam, I would be much less worried than if they were dating, say, a cop. Cops have a much higher rate statistically of being abusers.

And then I was like, Muslims are more similar to Christians in this way. (My coworker is protestant.) You have Christians who treat their wives wonderfully and Christians who use their religion as an excuse to be absolutely terrible to them. Islam has the same range.

You have to get to know him to find out where he falls there. It's an individual thing.

So my coworker was like, yeah, that makes sense.

I was pretty proud of that. I think I did okay.

Anyway there are some days when I feel like I shouldn't even associate with people like these people. I should just walk out and never talk to these gross people ever again. But if I did that, they would just replace me, and probably with someone who is more like them, and then there wouldn't be anybody there telling them these things. So as long as I can keep the job and stay sane myself, I'll be there to give them any kind of input I can get them to understand that might make them even a little bit more open and accepting.

[lebihanto-universe-blog]

Be Irresistible, Click Here What do we do when people still feel attacked when we share our feelings about our marriage? We remember, we can't change ... so what do I do when my husband still feels attacked when I tell him my feelings in a healthy way how do I get my husband to change the short answer you can't let's close in prayer dear Lord why listen he's in charge of his own actions and reactions he makes choices just like you do that affect your relationship neither a positive or A negative way now of course there are things that we can all do to set us up for the best chance at healthy communication and healthy conflict resolution and repair and reconnection after a hurt or a tear in the bond but whether he accepts accountability or receives the opportunity to make things better instead of worse is completely his decision but here's how you know if you're on a path towards individual self-reflection and emotional maturity I made the mistake of making a video where I specifically told wives not to use blame or criticism in their communication with their husbands because it simply doesn't help anything boy was that well received got about 200 angry women in the comments telling me how she doesn't need to do anything different he does because remember he's the toxic one and if he wants to act like a baby then I'll treat him like a baby okay great talk and this is a great example of the pursuer distancer or anxious avoidant attachment Styles one person feels hurt and tries to read connect through closeness and communication which is great but they often don't have the tools to do so so they end up doing it with blame or shame or criticism which causes the avoidant to do what right they distance themselves even further they feel attacked they feel like you're calling them a failure so they defend and make excuses now the anxious person feels more hurt and more invalidated and more unheard their needs for closeness still aren't being met so they get louder and more critical and build up more resentment and get passive aggressive and blow up over something small and unrelated and lash out at them you don't care you never do this you always do that and the avoidant responds with kindness and empathy and repairs the hurt and the reason you're laughing is because that never happens does it no they're blindsided they have no idea what's going on and part of the problem with me not having self-awareness was that I wasn't aware of what was happening in my relationship so I labeled her as overly sensitive or making me out to be the bad guy and the cycle just goes round and round no one's actually being vulnerable and communicating from a place of self using when this happened I felt X and this is what I need to feel emotionally safe in this relationship in the future no one's taking accountability for how they might have been contributing to the negative conflict pattern that they find themselves in no one's Reaching Across the aisle and getting curious what's really going on here inside of you and inside of me what fears and triggers and needs are hidden in these reactions and I don't care which spouse you are this goes for both of you if you aren't doing everything on your side of the street to give your relationship the best chance at success then you aren't moving towards health or growth or maturity and you might be guilty of the same things they are just in a different way maybe your self-righteousness has blinded you well you're going to get some comments for that one and I look at the comments because I care about you and over and over again I see the same Trend I've asked my husband to do X Y and Z for my I've asked him to care about my needs I've told him how hurt I was in a nice way and he dismisses me he feels like he's attacked he blames me and he tells me it's not his problem what should I do now what should you do I mean I had one woman tell me that she's been asking her husband to prioritize her needs for 10 years and

he refuses here's a question ladies if this was your best friend what did what advice would you give her uh just give it some more time I'm sure he'll come around I feel like this is your year just stay in that relationship where you feel neglected and abandoned no of course not but we have to be careful here because it's way easier to point the finger at them the immature person blames them for the situations that we find ourselves in the immature person says I don't need to change anything because they're the problem right so I figured out the problem here uh it's you the mature person assesses the whole situation what did I do if anything to contribute to this Dynamic that's not saying how are you responsible for being neglected don't hear me say that you're never responsible for neglect or abuse but the mature person asks am I doing everything to place myself in environments where connection and growth and closeness are even possible I mean have you ever asked that is closeness an emotional connection possible with your current partner the mature person asks why am I in a relationship with someone who neglects me and that triggers a lot of people and they deflect oh so it's all my fault now everything's my responsibility in this relationship isn't it funny how when you feel like you're being attacked it's Justified but when your husband feels that way well he's toxic I'm not saying he's right I'm just saying he feels as right as you do right now here's my advice for you you just told me you've tried everything you say he won't go to counseling he just blames me he mocks me he invalidates me when I bring up a hurt or a feeling let's assume you are doing everything in a healthy and mature way and he doesn't talk he stonewalls you he doesn't take any accountability or responsibility nothing's ever his fault he dismisses you tells you you shouldn't feel that way your feelings aren't his problem right all right I'm going to make this super easy I'm going to answer about a thousand comments all at once okay here we go what you just described is incompatible with relational success that's it is your goal relational success because you know as well as I do it won't be found in your current Dynamic everything you described as poison to everything a relationship needs to survive that was true when he started doing it years ago and it's still true today if he refuses to move in your direction then you have to decide are you comfortable staying in a relationship with someone who doesn't care to meet your legitimate needs and for how much longer are you worth someone prioritizing I believe you are do you believe you are I'm not saying you're the reason you're being neglected I'm simply saying continuing to do the same things isn't going to result in any change our healthy communication and kindness and consideration and mutual respect deal breakers for your relationship I believe they are but from what I'm seeing you might not because he's been neglecting them for years now you've been having the same fights for years now what's going to change anything I believe you're valuable I believe you're worthy of respect and kindness and consideration and thoughtfulness and compassion and curiosity and selflessness and sacrifice do you believe you're worthy of those things do you know the easiest way to tell watch what happens when you don't receive them in your most important relationship yes I want them to change I'm doing everything I can to get men to change but you teach people how to treat you and I hear the desperation and hopelessness and anger and fear in your comments but sometimes I also hear the immaturity I hear some shame see Guilt says I did something bad but shame says I'm bad do you know why people in dating relationships allow their partner to neglect them because deep down they don't believe they're worth prioritizing am I saying this is all your fault absolutely not I'm saying it takes two for a relationship to work one two

it takes two for a relationship to work trust isn't built when only one person is emotionally reliable connections isn't built when only one person feels connected closeness isn't felt when someone consistently hurts you intimacy will never happen when neglect is chronic or unrepaired it's like rolling a canoe on one side even if you're doing the healthy mature things that you need to do it's still going to go nowhere how do you get him to row you ask him to pick up the paddle and when he doesn't you have to decide are you okay with a relationship going nowhere because your relationship has a Direction all of ours do you can do your part to give it the best chance at going forward by picking up your paddle through self-awareness and emotional maturity and selflessness but you can't row for the other half of this marriage at the end of the day you know this you don't have a relationship with him do you know what they call it when there's a relationship where one person gives and the other person only takes a parasite that's essentially what you're expressing in these comments so I'm in a relationship with a parasite how can I turn him into a selfless Giver only counseling will help that because you're worthy to be prioritized you are valuable you aren't needy for needing healthy communication and conflict resolution and for your desires to be acknowledged and prioritized to feel close to someone that doesn't make you needy that makes you human and it's the bare minimum of what any healthy relationship requires your anger is telling you something it's the part of you that cares about you it's saying this isn't okay I deserve and need better that's great have you told him yep okay what happened he said he doesn't care okay what are you gonna do now allow him to take advantage of me because I don't feel like I'm valuable enough to hold them accountable also I might complain in Jimmy's comments no some of you need to tell yourself out loud this isn't sustainable because it's not you're afraid to break up out of fear of being alone you're already alone in this relationship and I'm not telling everyone to go get divorces I'm not that kind of guy because I've seen how healing can take place I'm not saying it's time to leave that relationship permanently but I am saying it's not going to work unless something changes because you are in a shell of a relationship there's no depth there and you know that your legitimate needs aren't getting met you don't feel valued or prioritized talking only ends in more distance and disconnection that's not a relationship and it's not sustainable and you need to admit that out loud to him I can't stay in a relationship where I don't feel valued where my needs for closeness or emotional safety are being neglected and whether you're doing it unintentionally or not doesn't matter at this point and then you tell him so are you leaving or are we going to counseling together because I love you and I'm willing to fight for this thing not fight with you anymore but fight for us but I'm not going to fight alone ...

[averlym]

Hi question, are there any ships involving my girl Anna of Cleaves? I love her and I just... want her to be have a girlfriend ok

ANNA OF CLEVES DESERVES SO MUCH LOVE

The ship I’ve seen the most of is of cleves and howard, but there’s also some stuff with boleyn I think! maybe a bit with aragon? (I’m fairly neutral with ships so I’m probably not the best person to ask)oh and talking about ships! @existencialvoidofexistence​ has a pirate ship AU and you did want anna with a girlfriend so uhm here’s her with katherine but pirate-y! (they’re plotting on the Hullbein :D)

[lokidottir1308]

Tengen Uzui x fem!reader

Ever since you were born, your parents always expected something from you that you couldn’t fulfill. They wanted you to have pale purple eyes like them, instead, you had e/c eyes. They wanted you to have naturally lilac hair like your grandfather‘s, instead, you had h/c hair.

When you were old enough to pick up hobbies, they wanted you to play the guitar or dance, instead, you were interested in swordsmanship. "It‘s basically dancing, but more dangerous." you told them.

Your brother was a demon slayer, a soon-to-be-Hashira, to be precise. One day, a kasugai crow landed on your porch, delivering the message that your brother was killed by none other than Upper moon two.

The day after that, you started training to become a demon slayer. Your master was called Kuwajima Jigoro, the former Thunder Hashira. Within the curse of four months, you became a demon slayer and even a Hashira, the new Moon Hashira.

In the process, you caught the attention of a certain Sound Hashira. "I see, you’re interested in our Moon Hashira." Oyakata-sama said, noticing the way the white haired man looked at you. His illness hadn’t spread a lot, so he wasn’t blind yet.

"Indeed. She is a very flamboyant woman. She doesn’t seem like she wants to be approached, however." Tengen told his master. "Oh, don’t be afraid. She is a very nice young lady." Oyakata-sama smiled.

When the next Hashira meeting took place, the first Hashira meeting you attended and where you would be introduced to the other Hashira, Tengen finally decided to approach you.

"Ah, Tengen-sama! It’s a pleasure to meet you." you smiled at him and noticed the small blush on his cheeks. It was never difficult for Tengen to talk to women, yet it seemed like the first time he approached a girl when he talked to you.

"You don’t need to call me sama, I‘m not higher in rank than you are." Tengen said, crossing his arms over his broad chest. "Yet, you are older than me and have been a Hashira longer than me." you countered.

"That might be true. How old are you?" he asked, unsure of wether his little crush on you was illegal or if he was okay. "I‘m twenty-one. You are twenty-two, correct?" you asked.

"Indeed. Are you excited for your first Hashira meeting?" he asked. On the inside, he was relieved to know you were only a year younger than him. "Mh, not really, if I‘m being honest. It’s very stressful and I don’t like the attention. Plus, the only thing I can think about is how my brother was supposed to be here, not me." you answered truthfully.

"Akabane Hanzaki?" Tengen asked, more to himself. "Yes. My name‘s Akabane Y/N." you explained. Tengen wanted to say something, but Oyakata-sama approached and you quickly knelt in front of him.

All of this happened over a year ago. In the meantime, you‘d met Tengen‘s wives, got engaged to him and even introduced him to your parents. Of course, they weren’t happy with your choice. "What did I even expect them to do? Be happy for me? Ha! They‘d rather die." you complained to Hinatsuru.

"Why are they so unhappy about your decision?“ she asked, not really expecting an answer. "It‘s me we‘re talking about, Hina. Even if I came home with someone they picked for me, they‘d be unhappy because I‘d just accept my faith." you grumbled.

Suma opened the door and ran up to you, jumping into your arms. The impact surprised you, so you let out a little "oof" when you caught her. She cuddled up to you and you kissed her forehead.

"They will accept it eventually, Y/N. Will you invite them to your wedding?" Hina asked. "I don’t think so. They don’t deserve to see me happy. I want them to regret how they treated me when they realize that I don’t care about them anymore." you answered.

The door opened once again and Tengen walked in, wearing his demon slayer uniform. He kissed Hina and Suma on their temples before asking them to give the two of you some privacy.

"How did the talk with your parents go?" he asked after he kissed you on the lips. He turned to your wardrobe and pulled out one of his favorite yukatas. "I think you can guess how it went." you sighed, plopping yourself on the bed.

After he’d changed, he sat down next to you and put his head in your lap. You started playing with his hair. If anyone else but you, Hina, Suma or Makio touched his hair, they would have probably already lost their hands.

"Tell me about it." he said. "Well, first they complained about the way I was dressed. Then, they said that we took our relationship way too fast and that I wouldn’t be happy with you and the others. When I told them that the four of you made me happy, my mother said how stupid and naive I was." you said, absentmindedly playing with his hair.

"I‘m sorry." he murmured before sitting up and kissing you. You smiled softly at him before pulling him in a hug. "I feel like we‘re Patroclus and Achilles." he laughed.

"Well, kind of. Though I think you’d be Achilles, the hero everyone knew would change the world." you said. "Indeed, but your parents don’t like me and Achilles’ mother didn’t like Patroclus. So you’d probably be Achilles." he retorted.

You talked a bit more about everything that came to your mind, from Achilles and Patroclus (your favorite myth) to your wedding to the future in general, before the two of you fell asleep, him laying with his head on your chest while you played with his hair.

Eventually, Hina, Suma and Makio joined the two of you, cuddling up close to you and Tengen. Maybe your parents didn’t like your decisions- actually, you knew they didn’t like your decisions- but you didn’t care, because the people you loved the most were around you, and that was what‘s important to you.

[variousqueerthings]

Oh No, the sparkling pillar of goodness that is BJ Hunnicutt has revealed himself to be human after all!

I am trying to see how I feel about the episode where he cheats on Peggy (I think it’s very firmly hinted that he had sex and didn’t just accept a kiss from nurse Donovan)

I think on the one hand I like that he’s flawed. I like that Hawkeye now knows he’s flawed and that there was almost an element of “no, you can’t be flawed, you’re the best guy there is!” in how Hawkeye felt about it all. He didn’t protest anyone else cheating on their wives, notably Trapper, but he made a point out of telling BJ that he’s loyal to Peggy before BJ has even realised he might be attracted to Donovan and not purely altruistic in his comforting her about her crumbling marriage

He also goes on a full-on awkward ramble the day after it happens and has to excuse himself, which is very different from his usual reliance on words to carry him through Situations and keeping himself emotionally removed via said words

And then, of course, the Vow. Which I feel like as much as it is done in a funny way, I imagine Hawkeye would want to make sure BJ enforces. There’s an element of “BJ is the best of us” in how Hawkeye treats him and he refuses to let go of that just because he makes a mistake. There’s also possibly a certain wish to protect Peggy from having to deal with the consequences of BJs mistakes

Lastly I like that Donovan was incredibly pragmatic about it. She needed comfort because her marriage had fallen to pieces (and her husband had cheated), BJ provided it, she’s very grateful, now he needs to stop treating her weirdly. She doesn’t judge BJ, but recognises it was a strange situation and it won’t happen again -- nor does she want it to. She’s not treated simplistically

On the other hand, I feel like there should be some longterm follow-through on this, and I’m not sure that there will be, so I’m thinking I’d need to fill in some gaps/create some missing scenes to make it work overall. Otherwise it’s just “here’s the episode where BJ’s taken down a peg, and moving on!” which doesn’t really do his ongoing character-development proper service (I note this may be the first proper BJ-centric episode, but he’s not really allowed much voice in why he’s doing what he’s doing)

It feels like something that’s just a bit too big to cover in a single episode, especially with BJ, who before this was presented as someone who’d never cheat on his wife, while being not-naive to how other men and women might in a situation like this -- he wasn’t going in blind. Why Donovan, a character we don’t know? Why now? I don’t buy that she specifically attracts him, so much as her needing his help and comfort attracts him [inserts my hunnihawk agenda here, because you know who else needs his help and comfort???]

I also could buy him not letting on how lonely he feels and how much he needs to be needed/wanted to stave off that loneliness -- but here I’m already moving into doing what I said I’d have to do to make the episode work: giving it more context on BJ’s side that isn’t explicit in the episode (to be fair, I think I’m on the right track with this)

I think that’s what I would have wanted more of to make it really work for me -- BJ’s side of things. I know exactly why Donovan is drawn to him, and I know/can see why Hawkeye reacts like he does, but I need more BJ perspective. And I  really want to see this affecting him longterm. No way a single Vow, no matter how well-phrased, is going to permanently make him feel alright about this, that’s a guy with a strict code of morality right there!

Ultimately I think it opens some interesting doors for exploration that may not be entered on the show itself, but certainly have me readjust how BJ-as-character is growing in my mind

Also I literally wrote a few episodes ago how I was waiting for BJ to break and this is kind of a quiet version of that. The more I think about it, the sadder I feel, so mission accomplished.

And if they don’t show us BJ feeling awful about it moving forwards, then I will create scenarios myself!

(oh look I wrote myself into a conclusion)

[the-badger-mole]

I was looking through your blog and noticed your ship posts and one caught my eye, it was about Urzai and you said there was a connection between Ozai and Aang as fathers, could you expand on that? Like their similarities with their wives and kids. Because i think your on to something.

I'm assuming you're talking about this post? I feel like I mostly said what I wanted to say about the comparisons between Aang and Ozai as fathers. They are both incredibly selfish in what they look for in their children and favor the child that most resembles them (in Aang's case, in looks as well as bending ability), leaving their children who didn't make the cut scrambling for whatever crumbs of paternal acceptance were left. It's interesting that Bumi decided to join the FN army (navy? Whatever, it was some branch of FN armed services), because he seems to have a similar relationship to Aang/Aang's memory as Zuko had- i.e. his decades long desire to be the son Aang wanted, culminating in Bumi "finally belonging to the Air Nomads" because he became what Aang had always wanted- an air bender. Obviously, it's not exactly like the relationship Zuko had with Ozai, after all, Zuko was allowed to find his own path and his arc didn't end with him finally being the son Ozai wanted. But that's why I said there are parallels, and not that they're carbon copies.

As husbands, the parallels are even more disconcerting because of how the meta-narrative handled the women in those relationships. Both Ursa and Katara go through some form of transformation between the series proper and the comics. It's subtler with Katara because what changed wasn't some glaring thing- she didn't suddenly have a completely different' backstory; she just had key aspects of her personality changed, or ripped away completely so she was less likely to push back against Aang, the way she might have had she been kept consistent to who she was in the show. Ursa, on the other hand, had not only her personality changed, but her entire backstory rewritten (in the show material, she was said to have been the daughter of a nobleman who always knew she'd end up married into the royal family; in the comics, she...was a hot mess. A hot mess who wasn't born noble and didn't know she'd end up with Ozai and somehow had even less agency in her marriage than she did in the show). I don't think any of the parallels I'm talking about were intentional, but this one is is just particularly interesting because it shows how much Bryke only sees the women in this series as props. Their stories don't matter outside of the men in their lives.

But I'm talking about the parallels between Aang and Ozai. The short answer is that neither of them cares for their significant other in a selfless way. With Ozai, it's blatant that he's terrible. The man was a monster to everyone close to him. It's harder to pinpoint when his blatant horribleness began, because again, Ursa in the show and Ursa in the comics had completely different back stories, but in either case, it's not a stretch to say that for Ozai, Ursa was not a whole person. She was valuable because of what she could offer him (a pretty, submissive wife; a womb to produce strong benders ahemahem!; someone who'd do a she was told without raising much of a fuss), and when she could no longer serve him, he was fine throwing her away. All of Ozai's treatment of Ursa is presented in a way that we can recognize easily as wrong, even without us having to see him physically hurt her. And yet, presented in a brightly colored, cheerful package, that same behavior flies under the radar because 'he's such a Nice Guy ™©®!'

Aang is consistent in how he treats Katara across all the different media- like a prize to be won rather than as a friend and a person with her own autonomy. He physically violates Katara three times (the two kisses and the lava fissure, and those are just the ones I know about). Ozai doesn't even do that to Ursa- even if we can safely assume that he was physically abusive, we never actually see him cause (or attempt to cause) her bodily harm (as far as I know. I honestly have given up on the comics. If there is a scene where he goes full Ike Turner on Ursa, don't tell me. It doesn't matter).

And that is the thing. As awful as we know Ozai to be, we see Aang treat Katara poorly, and he gets a pass. He doesn't even have to apologize to Katara, and we, the audience are supposed to forgive him, but not Ozai. Why? Because he's so cheerful and bubbly that it can be hard to recognize the similarities in how he treats Katara and how Ozai treats Ursa. Both of these men 'love' these women because of what these women can give them. Their wives' internal lives don't matter much as long as it doesn't affect them directly. It's particularly sad in Katara's case because we see in ALTA that she's got such drive and ambition and compassion, but once she gets together with Aang, she stops having any interests or ideas that contradict with Aang. Ursa goes through the same thing in the comics, but Katara's story will always be sadder to me because it's presented as a happy ending for her.

I don't think any of these parallels are intentional- in fact I know they aren't. Still, it's a great example of how the media Bad Boy and the media Nice Guy are essentially the same person, just packaged differently. The biggest difference between Aang and Ozai is how their behavior is framed, and it's clear that the only criteria Bryke have for if a man is a good husband or not whether his color scheme is dark or bright.

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Dark!(No Holding Back) Laszlo and 33? "Good girls belong on their knees."? I have a feeling Laszlo has the deepest dark capacity of all the Danny Bunch

Oh I agree! Not only are you up against a man who knows how to get into your head, you also have the period typical attitudes that come from the 19th Centure.

I love writing for 'The Alienist' and I hope you all enjoy!

Title: Good Girl

Warnings: period typical attitudes, non con, dark fic, manipulation, coercion

Daniel Brühl tag list: @anteroom-of-death

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @imjustassaneasyou

PROMPT LIST

You winced as a strong hand clapped onto your shoulder. You winced as fingers curled against your muscle but you didn’t dare turn around. You heard the man behind you sigh as his hand glided to your chin and tilted it back. You were forced to look into Laszlo’s deep, expressive eyes. Once they had locked with yours you knew he had you. You were trapped under his gaze.

It was moments like these that you hated. The disappointment in Laszlo’s eyes as he let go of your chin and walked around his desk. He sighed heavily as he sat down. Once again he looked before sighing and shaking his head. You shifted in your seat as you opened your mouth to speak but one look for Laszlo caused you to close it immediately. The two of say in awkward silence and you looked at your hands as you picked at your nails in nervousness. Eventually Laszlo said,

“I took a big risk taking you on as an assistant. Not many people would be so willing to accept a woman as part of their team.”

“I understand but-“

“I haven’t finished talking,” he said harshly, “I am aware that you might not be taken as seriously as myself or any of my colleagues. However,” his glare hardened, “Your outburst this evening was uncalled for.”

“He called me your whore,” you snapped suddenly standing up, “After all this time working for you and people still refuse to see anything past my gender. I know that I’m far more intelligent than any of those people out there but I’m still treated as something lesser. I don’t want people to think that I got to my position by warming your bed.”

Laszlo remained silent after you had finished speaking, instead he just raised an eyebrow. You took deep gulps of air as you tried to calm your racing heart. You wiped a tear away angrily, frustrated that you were getting so emotional in front of your employer.

“Finished?” asked Laszlo eventually

“Finished?” you could hear the crack in your voice, “Finished! Do you really think that this is all I have to say about this matter!”

“I think that you are finished.” Laszlo said in the same calm tone of voice

“Don’t tell me when I am finished!”

“I said,” Laszlo stood up slowly, “You are finished.”

You had never heard that tone of voice on Laszlo before. Dark, heavy and commanding. He had always talked to you as his equal. However, this was the tone that husbands used when they believed that their wives were ‘acting out of order’. You recoiled as Laszlo put his hands on his desk and looked at you.

“Do you know why I allowed you to be my assistant?”

“Because you respected my intelligence?”

“You are intelligent,” Laszlo agreed, “And you are smart enough to know when to be a good girl.”

“Good girl?”

An uneasy feeling settled in the pit of your stomach. Laszlo nodded as he made his way around his desk and locked his door. You spun around but Laszlo was quicker. Swiftly he marched towards you and grabbed your arm. He dragged you around his side of the desk and as he sat down he pulled you into his lap. You tried to stand up but he wrapped his arm around your waist. He pulled you against his chest and tightly gripped your waist. You winced at the pain and reluctantly stopped moving. Laszlo smiled at you but there was no warmth behind it.

“So this is what it takes to make you behave,” he said, “Just for me to raise my voice. If only I had known it would be the easy when I first met you.”

“What does that mean?” you asked quietly

“I’ll admit,” Laszlo said, “You intelligence and free spirit was put of what drew me to you. But then you posed to be a challenge. You are unlike most other women of your standing and I wanted to see what would make you revert back into one. A docile woman that I assume your parents wanted you to be. All it took was to put you in a situation with my colleagues and to act dominating for all those morals to disappear. Let me guess, I reminded you of your father.”

“Stop.” You said weakly

“He had your whole life planned out. Where you’d be educated. How long that education would last for. Who you would marry.”

“Please stop.”

“And yet you disappointed him. You didn’t marry the man he wanted you to. You failed to have children and continue his bloodline. Instead you ran to me a cripple, a foreigner (although a wealthy one so your father wasn’t too angry) and insisted of having a career. You continued to be a disappointment to him instead of being the good girl you tried so hard to be.”

“No!” you cried, “No! I have been good! I was a good girl. I… I am a good girl.”

You let out a sob as you buried your head against Laszlo chest. Laszlo removed his arm from around your waist a gently stroked the back of your head. You continued to sob into his chest until there was no more tears left. When he had felt you had calmed down enough Laszlo said,

“I know you’re a good girl. You’ve been so good to me in the past. However,” he moved your chin so you were looking into his eyes, “Good girls belong on their knees.”

You were moved off of Laszlo’s lap and before you knew it you were kneeling between his legs. You looked up at him as he brushed his thumb over your lips.

“Now be good to me,” he said, “And maybe I’ll see to it that you will win the approval that you so desperately crave. I’m sure your father will be pleased with the wealthy marriage that you managed to secure.”

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Like Old Times (Father-Son Bonding AU)

A direct sequel to the “Expiration Date” fic, which I’ll link in a reblog. I’ve also posted all my fics in this AU to AO3!! Thanks again to @thetriggeredhappy for their help and just generally being a cool dude, and the Scoutsune Discord server for indulging my brainrot

No warnings beyond family schmoop!

Less than an hour after the bread monster incident, the Administrator called for a ceasefire. “Only while your base is repaired,” she said over the TV screen. “BLU is quite disappointed in this negligence- as am I. Regardless, you may use these three days as you see fit. Go home, stay here- whatever you do, no more bread monsters.” The screen turned off with a click. 

Scout exhaled through his nose. He was thankful there was no mention of him or Miss Pauling’s woodchipper. 

Spy decloaked behind him. “Less time than I wanted, but c’est la vie.” Scout looked at him over his shoulder. “I’m meeting with an old contact during our break,” Spy said in Italian. “Would you like to come along? It’ll be like old times.” 

Scout’s brow furrowed, but he nodded. At least this way, he’d get out of helping Engie and Heavy with repairs. And possibly meeting Miss Pauling’s woodchipper. 

“Excellent. Our flight is at 7 AM tomorrow.” 

“We’re flying commercial?” Scout asked, also in (more hesitant) Italian. 

“Our destination is continental. We’ll leave the base by 5:30.” Scout groaned as Spy started to leave. But- wait, he hadn’t- 

“Oi, where are we going, anyway?” he called back in English. 

Spy paused to look at him and smile. “Boston.” 

“Why do we always get the ass-crack-of-dawn flights?” Jeremy asked groggily, reclining his seat.

“They are the ones with first-class seats available,” Raphael replied. He took a sip from his mimosa. 

“Yeah, cuz God forbid you fly coach for once.” Jeremy shifted, trying to get comfortable. “Hey. Have I ever been to Boston before?”

Raphael didn’t answer immediately. His lip sucked in, as if in thought. “Yes. When you were very, very young. You wouldn’t remember.” 

Jeremy nodded. He wanted to ask more, there was something Raphael wasn’t saying but… well, he was never a morning person. He fell asleep before the plane even took off. 

. . .

It was mid-afternoon by the time they landed in Boston. Jeremy was never fond of long flights; having his legs cramped like that for extended periods of time was murder. He was half tempted to take a jog around Logan International. Raphael, on the other hand, was ushering them both to the car rental. “Can’t even get a stretch in, huh?”

“Unfortunately, we are expected by 4, and I would hate to keep my contact waiting,” Raphael explained in French, accepting the keys from the girl at the counter. “She’s not a very patient woman, in some regards.” 

Jeremy huffed but didn’t argue. He just followed his father to the rental, tossing his suitcase in the backseat. “Y’know, the girl at the counter-” 

“We will not have time for you to go out on a date, Jeremy.” 

“No! No, it was- her accent’s kinda like mine, it’s weird,” Jeremy said. Raphael started the car. “Cuz I’ve only been here as a baby, and I got mine from TV and shit. It’s just… really strange, is all.” 

Raphael made a quiet noise of agreement. “Some of the shows you watched as a child were filmed here. It’s not as complex as you think it is.” 

“Yeah, probably not…” 

The pair lapsed into silence as Raphael drove. Storefronts and high rises morphed into houses. It had been a while since they were in a residential area. RED, for understandable reasons, kept away from civilians. 

Raphael took the roads with practiced experience. Sure, it had been implied he knew the area. If he had a contact here- one with a house, presumably- he must’ve spent time here. But this- this was far too familiar. A bit suspicious, actually. 

Eventually, Raphael slowed in front of a more rundown Brownstone. Still quite nice, just needed a little work. It felt… welcoming, in a way Jeremy couldn’t name.

“Lotta cars,” he observed as Raphael parallel parked. “Must be a party going on somewhere.” 

“Hmm, perhaps,” Raphael said, turning the car off. “Would you mind ringing the doorbell for me? I need to grab something from the trunk. Ask for Sara Jane.” 

OK, now Jeremy knew something was up. He was never the one to make the first contact, that was always Dad’s job. Jeremy might be a full-grown adult, but there were some things that didn’t change. This was one of them. 

Still, he nodded. He climbed up the front steps and ringed the doorbell. He heard- multiple voices from inside, predominantly male, but they quickly silenced themselves. A TV, perhaps? They really ought to get that flower box on the second story window fixed- 

The woman who opened the door was a bit shorter than him, though not by much. She was wearing a simple dress, hoop earrings, and flats. Her hair was dark, curved to her chin. But her nose and earlobes felt… achingly familiar. Like Jeremy saw them all the time. 

“Um, hi, I’m looking for Sara Jane? My name’s-” The rest of his speech was knocked out of him as the woman launched herself at him. Jeremy braced for an attack, but quickly realized she was… hugging him. 

She was hugging him, sobbing, and choked out the word “Jeremy.” 

Wait. He knew that voice. He had only heard it a few times in his life, few enough he could count them on one hand, but he knew it. “M-Ma?” he whispered. 

The woman- Sara Jane- Ma looked up at him, still crying. Her hands found his face as she observed him. “Y-yeah, sweetie, it’s me, it’s-it’s your ma,” she said. 

“Ma!” he laughed, tears of his own dancing down his cheeks. He hugged her back, practically lifting her off her feet. “Oh my God, Ma! I-I never thought I’d-” 

“Oh Jeremy, sweetie, look how tall you’ve gotten! Last I saw you, you fit in my arms! My baby, my handsome baby,” she spoke over him. She rubbed circles into his back as they embraced. It felt so, so right. 

Jeremy laughed even harder. “Are you kiddin’? I got it from you, you’re beautiful, Ma!” He stared at her, trying to commit every mole and wrinkle and perfect flaw to memory. “I can’t believe- oh my God, I’m actually meeting you!” 

“It was long overdue,” another voice said, as Raphael joined them on the front stoop. “I had put it off for safety reasons, but considering our current, ah, situation… I felt it was worth the risk.” 

Sara Jane squealed, pulling Raphael into the hug as well. “You’ve been taking good care of my boy, you promise me, Raphael?” 

“Don’t worry Ma, he’s the best dad I could ask for, considering,” Jeremy teased. 

“Oh, don’t I know it. Called me up last night and told me to get the whole motley crew together. Even managed to get Melvin to bring his twin daughters, bless his wife’s heart,” she explained. 

Jeremy blinked. “Uh- Melvin? Daughters?”

Sara Jane laughed. It sounded so much like Jeremy’s it practically hurt. This was his mother. Lord, he’s finally seeing her. “Melvin’s your older brother, sweetie. Eh, sixth oldest. Bobby’s the oldest.” 

“I have a brother?”

“Oh honey, you’re the youngest of eight,” Sara Jane said plainly. 

“...fuck,” Jeremy whispered. 

. . .

He didn’t just have seven brothers. He had seven brothers, four of which brought their wives, one who brought his boyfriend, and three who brought their kids. And the kids totaled to an additional six, counting the babies. 

It was… an admittedly tight squeeze in the living room. 

Sara Jane introduced Jeremy. Jeremy had been expecting to be treated like a stranger. He had vanished when he was a baby, after all, and his younger-older brothers probably wouldn’t remember him at all. 

And yet, it was like he knew them all his life. 

They teased him and punched him playfully and acted so friendly, so familial it nearly made Jeremy break down. He was still crying from meeting Ma, but being dogpiled with so much affection was suffocating. In a good way. He had seen on sitcoms the intrinsic bond between family, and while he felt it with Dad, they also risked their lives nearly daily. But it was real, it was here, and it was wrapping him in a warm blanket. 

Despite the chaos and the sheer number of people, Jeremy didn’t feel overwhelmed. He laughed and played along with their jokes, cracking some back when he could get a word in. Scott ragged on his dog tags, he countered by pointing out the hole in his pants. Michael told him he was still a shortass, he replied with “it takes one to know one.” Elliot and Ricky were the closest to actually getting hurt, and that was only because Jeremy elbowed them both so hard they nearly fell over. 

For the first time in 25 years, Jeremy understood what “home” meant. 

The kids were especially curious, eager to meet their uncle and step-grandfather. Within seconds, young Rebecca- only four years old- was challenging Jeremy to a race around the house. “I’m the fastest kid in the world,” she bragged, puffing out her chest. 

“Oh yeah?” Jeremy asked. “That a fact?”

“You wanna test me? I beat Johnny Three-Legs at running, and he’s got three legs!” Jeremy laughed and stood from the couch, letting her lead him outside. “On the count of three, OK?”

“You’re on, pipsqueak,” Jeremy teased.

“Onetwothree GO!” Rebecca yelled, taking off in a sprint. Jeremy knew that, by all accounts, he should beat her. His legs were longer, she didn’t have the proper running stance, and it was his job to be fast. That’s what he got paid to do. But some small voice was telling him to let her win, so he did. “Ha! I told ya!” 

“Ya sure did,” he replied, mock panting. “Look at you, a freaking blur on the green. You’re goin’ to the Olympics, kid.” 

Rebecca beamed and hugged his leg. “Promise, Uncle Jeremy?” He nodded because, after that display, there was no way he could speak without squeaking like a chew toy. 

Rebecca skipped back inside, past Raphael, who was watching on the stoop. “You’re a natural with children,” he observed. “I used to do the same thing when you were that age.” 

“Wait- wait, really? You sure fooled me,” Jeremy said. 

Raphael rolled his eyes. “What’s my job again, mon lapin?”

“Yeah, yeah…” Jeremy leaned against the railing, watching Raphael’s cigarette smoke in the wind. “Hey. Uh… thanks for arranging all of this. You really didn’t need to.”

“But I did. I meant it when I said this was overdue. I’ve been wanting to introduce you to the rest of the family for a while, but have been unable. Then that whole ordeal with the supposed tumors, and-” Raphael exhaled slowly. “It wouldn’t have been fair to you if you died without knowing them. I would’ve never forgiven myself.” 

Jeremy punched his shoulder lightly. “Don’t be so hard on yourself, pops. It all worked out, we’re still kicking, and that roast chicken Ma’s making smells incredible. Everything’s perfect.” 

Raphael finished his cigarette and smiled. “Oui. It is.” 

. . .

While Sara Jane had been able to get the rest of the family here, it was a school night. Kids needed to be tucked in by 9:30, so most of Jeremy’s brothers were gone by 8. Elliot was staying overnight, as was his boyfriend. Otherwise, the house quickly went from bustling to barren. 

It gave Jeremy a chance to explore his would-be childhood home.

He made his way upstairs, pushing open one of the doors. It led- to little surprise- to a bedroom. It was set up like a nursery, with a crib in one corner and a toddler bed in the other. Toys were scattered about across the floor. 

He heard Sara Jane sigh behind him. “This was your room, you know.” Jeremy turned to look at her as she flipped the light switch. “That crib… I had put you to bed the night your father planned to fake his death. I was in on the whole plan, naturally. He wanted to hold you one last time, so I said OK. When I woke up the next morning… you were both gone.” She exhaled slowly, grabbing onto his shoulder. “I wrote both of you off as dead, but I knew what had happened. Honestly, should’ve figured it out before then. You hadn’t woken me up crying,” she joked. Her eyes were watering. 

Jeremy hugged her, pulling her close. “You never took the crib down?” 

“By the time I was ready, Bobby’s wife was pregnant, so I kept it up for my grandbabies. I knew- I knew you were out there, sweetie. Both of you.” She kissed his cheek, squeezing him.

“I-I never got to be a normal kid, really,” he confessed. “I mean, Dad did his best, gave me comic books and board games and stuff, but-but I never went to school or made friends or anything like that. I-I didn’t even know I had a family. It took me forever to even realize I had a Ma. An-and everything I did-” The tears were flowing again, more freely than earlier. “Ya missed me losing my first tooth, and potty trainin’, and all that stuff parents should know about. I-I’m sorry,” he whispered. 

Sara Jane wiped his cheek dry. “Don’t apologize for what your father did, Jeremy. And definitely don’t apologize for me not potty training another kid. Besides… hold on, I’ll be right back.” She made her way down the hallway. Jeremy didn’t follow, instead deciding to examine the crib. This was where he grew up. It was a simple crib, obviously well-used. Not worn-down, mind, just… used. It had a history. A history that Jeremy wanted to decode, but unlike his dad’s ciphers, he didn’t have the key. 

“Took me a second to find it,” Sara Jane said. She handed him what appeared to be a scrapbook. “Raphael- he wrote when he can. Taught me some basic codes, would send out letters whenever you’d leave a town. Never left a return address, but…” Jeremy flipped through the pages, moving to sit on the small bed. The letters were all coded but appeared to be about how much Raphael missed Sara Jane. Updates on Jeremy’s growth. Letters from a father to his lover and son’s mother. 

One page jumped out to him, though. “I remember this,” he said, running his fingers against the paper. It was a simple drawing of a young boy, holding a catcher’s mitt, and a taller man next to him. “I drew this after Dad took me to my first baseball game, for my eighth birthday. I thought I lost the drawing after we skipped town, but- he sent them to you?”

Sara Jane nodded. “And I kept them all. Oh, honey, the day I first heard your voice on the phone- Mikey can tell you, I damn near fell over. You sounded so happy, and even if I couldn’t see you, that’s all a mother wants.” Jeremy leaned against her and she shut the book. “That’s all a mother wants, sweetie. To see her kids be safe and happy.” 

“I am, Ma,” he assured her. “I promise.” 

They sat like that for a while, with Sara Jane commenting on various letters and drawings in the scrapbook. Apparently, Raphael sent her money when he could- more frequently now that Mann Co. paid so well. She also had a rough idea of their current occupations. “I figure, if you and your father are working for the same company- with his skills, there’s gotta be a whole lot of nonsense going on out in that desert.” Jeremy laughed at that because she wasn’t wrong. “But I also figure since he raised you right, he’ll keep the both of you safe.” 

“I keep him safe too, don’t worry,” Jeremy added. “Uh- listen, it’s touching and all you kept the crib, but I don’t have to sleep in it, right?” 

They both had a good chuckle over that. Their laughs were in perfect harmony. 

. . .

The next two days were a mix of learning the family history and exploring Boston. It was the offseason, so there weren’t any games going on at Fenway, but Jeremy still got a picture in front of the park. Sara Jane took the pair to a restaurant that served “the best damn clam chowder in the contiguous United States.” Which, incidentally, led them to discover Jeremy was allergic to clams. Thankfully they didn’t have to go to the hospital- he just sort of immediately got sick before it passed- but it did suck.

It was damn good chowder, though. 

They went down to the harbor where the Boston Tea Party happened. It was crowded with people, resulting in them not staying long. Jeremy was a bit better with crowds than Raphael, but neither was great with them. Came with the job. Getting overpriced memorabilia from a nearby gift shop, though, went over much more smoothly. 

When not out on the town, Sara Jane dug out more scrapbooks and photo albums, catching Raphael up on what his stepsons had been up to. She showed Jeremy pictures from Ricky’s first school play to Scott opening up his butcher shop. Graduation pictures, wedding pictures, baby pictures- it was all there, and Jeremy devoured it. He wanted to know these people. He wanted to know his family. And he did. He learned about Michael’s stint in the Navy, Melvin meeting his wife, how Bobby’s son could dribble a basketball for twenty minutes straight. He learned about how his parents met. How Raphael loved each of Sara Jane’s children, even if they weren’t biologically his. How Jeremy wasn’t planned- few of the kids were - but they were both so, so happy to realize he was coming. 

He also learned that, while diner food would remain the undisputed king, homemade meatloaf came pretty close. 

. . .

The only problem came when it was time to leave. It wasn’t that Jeremy didn’t want to return to work, or leave his Ma behind. Sara Jane wasn’t even torn up over losing her son and lover again. It just felt like there was so much left to say, to do. There was uncertainty as to when they’d be able to return. “We get time off for Smissmas, I know that’s months away but I’ll be here, I promise,” Jeremy swore, hugging Sara Jane for the eighth time. 

“You better,” she said, squeezing him tightly. “You have 25 years worth of gifts to catch up on, not to mention birthday gifts-”

“Ma, you don’t have to go that far,” he whined. He was touched, sure, but the thought of that much luggage was truly frightening. Oh God, he was going to have to get gifts for everybody, wasn’t he? What do kids even want for Smissmas? 

“Hush, let me spoil my baby,” Sara Jane told him, kissing his cheek. “Oh, Jeremy…” 

Jeremy nodded. “I know, but I’ll call. I’ll write, too. Send pictures if I can.” 

“I’ll make sure he does,” Raphael assured her. Sara Jane stood to kiss his lips, with Jeremy looking away pointedly. “You have my word, ma petite chou-fleur.” 

“Alright, alright- now get going, I don’t want you two missing your flight. That boss of yours sounds like she’ll tear you both a new one if you’re late,” Sara Jane said, shooing them away. “Love you boys!” 

“I love you too, Ma!” Jeremy shouted back, for the very first time. 

The drive back to the airport was quiet. Jeremy stared out the window, watching his hometown- he had a hometown- pass by. “Hey, dad?” he asked, still looking outside. Raphael grunted to acknowledge he was listening. “One of these days, our contracts with Mann Co. are gonna expire. We’re gonna have to find new jobs.” 

“Yes, that’s correct,” Raphael said. He tapped a rhythm against the steering wheel. 

“And-and I was thinking when that time comes… maybe we could come back to Boston. Find some gigs out here,” Jeremy suggested. 

Raphael sighed. “Unfortunately, being a spy means that you don’t have the option of retiring, Jeremy. Not until you’re unable to complete your job. At that point, though, you’ve probably died a dozen times over,” he explained. “Even if I could retire, settling down somewhere so close to people I care about- I would still have enemies.” 

“Right. ‘Course,” Jeremy said. “It’s OK.” 

“That being said,” Raphael continued, “you have the luxury of youth and not being tied down to such a career. If you want to find a job in Boston after we finish with RED, there’s nothing stopping you.” 

“But people will still be after me, since I’m your son. And you wouldn’t be around.”

“Every child leaves their parents someday. And you’re strong, Jeremy. You can protect yourself and your family.” Raphael smiled. “I don’t believe Sara Jane needs much protecting, but I do worry.” 

Jeremy laughed. “I mean, did ya see the muscles on Scott and Michael? Guys can probably bench press a tractor!” 

They both chuckled before settling into quietude. Eventually, though, Jeremy had to break the silence. His voice was barely above a whisper. “I love you.” 

“I love you too, mon lapin.”

“...so your nickname for Ma is fucking ‘little cauliflower?’ What the hell, Dad?” 

[twdeadfanfic]

Vows Pt.8

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Series Summary:

The last battle with Negan doesn’t go as it should, with Negan coming on top, and so reader, Daryl’s girlfriend, offers herself as a wife to Negan if he doesn’t kill Daryl or anyone else. Negan accepts, he won’t kill anyone but will take reader as a wife, and he’ll take Daryl and some of the others to the Sanctuary as prisoners, promising not to hurt anyone if reader is one of his wives and the communities work for him.

This has both flashbacks to reader and Daryl’s story since meeting to now, and the present with reader living at the Sanctuary as a wife, trying to keep Daryl and their people safe, and she and the other wives dealing with Negan, plotting… (This is not a Negan x reader fic!)

Warning, Daryl is tortured.

Negan dragged you into the main hall of the Sanctuary, where everyone seemed to be gathered, and you gasped in horror when you saw Daryl.

He was tied up to a beam, hanging from his arms. They’d removed his sweatshirt and someone seemed to have decided to have their sick fun with him already, either Negan or any other savior at his orders, because you could see bruises over Daryl’s torse and face, as if he’d taken a beaten already, and his head was hanging low.

Up the stairs, you saw Rick, Rosita, Ezekiel, Gabriel, Eugine, and Dwight on their knees with guns pointed at their heads. This had to be your worst nightmare.

You tried to go to Daryl, out of instinct, but Negan was still holding your arm and he tugged you back roughly. “You don’t move unless I tell you,” he warned you, letting go of your arm to approach Daryl.

Negan grabbed his face and lifted it, making him look at him. “Now, Daryl…look who I’ve brought.” He moved Daryl’s head to make him look at you, even if he looked half gone, and you hated how in pain and hurt he looked, making your eyes fill with tears. “You wanted to go see her, uh?” Negan made Daryl nod. “Trying to sneak into my wive’s rooms like a dog in heat, sending one of my men to the infirmary…that’s more than a no, no…”

“See what I did to Dwight?” Negan moved Daryl’s face again so he looked at Dwight. “And to Mark, that was my dear Amber’s boyfriend.” Negan made Daryl look at Amber now, who was half-hidden behind the other wives. “He died…but I didn’t plan that, it just…happened…” Negan shrugged as if nothing. “But with you…no, I’m tired of you, I gave you too many chances…no, I’m marking you and then you’re going to meet Lucille…and you all here are going to watch and remember what happens if you pull up shit like that, because I feel I’ve been too soft and you all have forgotten!”

Negan let go of Daryl’s face, and you wanted to do something, anything, but you were paralyzed by fear. Negan walked around Daryl, circling him, and then he chuckled, looking at his back. “It seems that someone marked you pretty well already…”

Negan headed to the oven where an iron was begin heated, and you finally managed to push past your shock, running to him, not caring if you ended up being ironed yourself.

“Please, please, no, wait!” You didn’t care if you had to beg a million times, but you weren’t sure that would work anymore. “Please, he…he was worried about me, that’s why he did that, he wanted to check that I was okay, please, it’s my fault.”

“Get out of the way, doll, before you burn yourself,” Negan warned you, but you didn’t.

“Please, please don’t.” You kept trying. “I’ll do anything you want, please.” You didn’t know what you could offer, you had already married him. “I’ll clean this whole place every day, I’ll manage walkers on the fences, I…I…”

“I already have people doing all that, doll,” Negan said while you kept trying to think on stuff to do. “You’re my wife.”

Yes…and there was nothing that you could offer as a wife because he already took it when he wanted it… you felt so desperate that you felt tears in your eyes again. “Please…please, just ask me anything and I’ll do it, please…I’ll fuck you every way you want in every room here the same day every day, I’ll have a threesome if you want…” You weren’t sure if any other wife would be on board, but you just kept thinking stuff that you could give as one of his wives. “I’ll fuck you right here in front of everyone…I…I…” You couldn’t think on anything, no matter how much you tried.

Negan looked at you, and you weren’t sure if he was just going to iron you and then Daryl, or spare you and go for Daryl…but then he smirked, chuckling, and dropped the iron back on the fire…you didn’t dare to have hope, though, not with the look in his eyes.

“I see…you sound, oh so convincing, doll, with you those beautiful ideas…” He chuckled and then grabbed your neck, making you walk around Daryl and in front of him again, while everyone else looked at you in silence.

“On your knees.” Negan instructed and you did as told, dropping onto your knees on the floor. “Open my belt,” Negan smirked when you looked at him at that…so he really was going to take your word. “Open my belt, doll.” He repeated, grinning darkly. “You’re going to blow me here in front of everyone and then I’ll see if I also fuck you here as you so kindly suggested.”

You heard Daryl struggling and then him grunting as he was hit again, but you didn’t look at him, couldn’t, and you kept your eyes on Negan. “And then you’ll spare Daryl?”

“Maybe…” Negan shrugged with that dark smile.

You weren’t sure he would, but it was the only chance you seemed to have, and so you’d do it. You opened Negan’s belt and unzipped his trousers, but he grabbed your wrist before you could go any further, making you stop. He looked at you, smirking, seeming to be considering you, before he tugged at you so you’d get up again.

“So…you’d really do it…” Negan muttered, chuckling, and you nodded. “Hmm…I don’t feel like it, not now, not here, but…later.” He smirked, winking at you, and you stayed silent, even when held your chin and kissed you. “Now, doll…if Daryl misbehaves in any other way, he’s dead, understood?”

You nodded and Negan smirked, letting go of your chin. He approached Daryl and you looked at him warily. Negan held’s Daryl’s face, which was hanging low, making him look at him as he dug his fingers into his cheeks.

“Understood?” Negan said. “If you try anything again, I’ll kill you. But first, I’ll drop Y/N into one of the cells, she’d eat dog food and she’d leave only to work at the fence with the walkers…I don’t want to, it’s not what I’d do with any of my wives at all, and I like her, I like fucking her.” He chuckled. “So don’t make me.”

You forced yourself not to say anything at that, but you couldn’t keep silent when you saw Negan approaching the oven and taking the iron. “What are you doing?!”

“Don’t worry, dear, I won’t kill him…probably.” Negan chuckled, and before you knew what was happening, he pressed the iron onto Daryl’s shoulderblade, over his tattoo, making him cry out in pain, and you gasped aloud.

“No!”

“I’m sorry, doll,” Negan said, pulling back the iron, the burning smell almost making you gag. “But I couldn’t let this pass so easily…he’s lucky enough I didn’t kill him…isn’t him?”

Daryl was beyond answering, he seemed unconscious, but Negan was looking at you, and you understood the threat, so you composed yourself. “Yes, Negan,” you said blankly.

“Good…” Negan gave you that dangerous smile of him. “I’ll even let that doctor friend of yours, Siddiq, treat him so it doesn’t infect…so probably he won’t die, yeah?” You didn’t say anything and Negan chuckled before looking at his saviors. “Take Daryl and bring him to the infirmary.” He looked at the other wives then. “I want you all back to the room…and you,” he turned to look at you. “You are coming to my room.”

You nodded, swallowing all the instincts that were telling you to try to kill Negan right there and then. “Yes, Negan.”

*

Negan kept you in his room until the next morning, and you couldn’t pretend to enjoy his attention, not then, but at least you tried not to appear as disgusted, sad, and mad as you felt, not wanting to risk him taking it out on Daryl.

When you went back to the wive’s room the next morning, the other women seemed to be waiting for you, looking sad and worried, and you were grateful, but you didn’t feel like being around people, feeling like you might either snap or start crying and not stop for hours.

They looked at you in silence, but finally, Noemi was the one to speak. “Sweetheart…how are you?”

“I’m okay…” You muttered, shrugging and looking down, and nobody seemed to believe it, but they didn’t press it.

“I know you don’t want to, but we got you some food,” Noemi said, but you shook your head.

“I’m not hungry, I just…I’m going to bed, I’m tired,” you excused yourself, heading to your room without looking at the other women, and you closed the door behind you.

You had just dropped onto the bed when the door opened, and Lila looked inside. You let out a sigh, trying not to snap. “I really want to be alone,” you said, hoping not to sound too harsh.

“I know, but I have to tell you something, it’s about Daryl,” Lila said and your stomach dropped, and you almost felt dizzy as you waited for the worst. “I made Arat check on him and Siddiq.”

“And?”

“He’s in pain and the wound is bad, but Siddiq said he thinks he’ll recover without an infection,” Lila told you with a small smile and you let out a breath as your eyes filled with tears.

“Good…that’s good…thank you, thank you really.” You knew that Lila had put herself at risk asking something from Arat, they could be discovered and Arat might get tired and turn on her.

“It’s nothing…I’m glad I could do something…just…it was an asshole thing to do, not only burn him but burn his tattoo like that.” Lila let out a sigh. “Anyway…I’ll leave you alone.”

Yes…Daryl’s tattoo must be gone, burned, but he was alive even if hurt, and Siddiq thought there would be no infection and he’d recover…that was good…

Then…

You smiled when you heard Daryl hum as he woke up at the feeling of your fingers softly stroking over his bare back, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he snuggled to the pillow. The bed in your cell was small, but neither of you seemed to mind it.

You knew that Daryl had to go out hunting soon, but you both still had a little bit of time just to lie together in the bed, and so you kept stroking his back for a bit, before leaning to press kisses across it, and Daryl let out another sigh, still with his eyes closed and that soft smile. He was just so cute sometimes, you’d have never imagined it if you hadn’t seen it yourself.

You pulled back and caressed the ink of the tattoo on his shoulder blade, those two winged figures that looked like demons. You’d wondered about it sometimes, when you saw it, but had never asked.

“How did you decide to get this tattoo?” You asked, leaning to press a kiss on it, and Daryl just shrugged.

“Dunno.”

“You just went to a tattoo shop and picked it?” You half teased, Daryl had other tattoos, but that was the bigger one, and you’d always wondered if it had any meaning to it.

“Nah, someone drew it for me,” Daryl murmured, eyes still closed, moving his shoulder under your hand so you’d keep caressing it, and you couldn’t help your smile at it…purring kitten Daryl asking for pets. He’d get so offended if you said that aloud.

“Yes?” You asked while you kept running your fingers over his back. “Who?” He’d picked your interest now, and you hoped that he wouldn’t stop talking about it now.

“Girl from my high school,” Daryl muttered, still sounding sleepy.

It was stupid, but you felt a bitter pang of jealousy on your gut. A girl had drawn that for Daryl and he’d gotten it tattooed…what, twenty years ago?  How could you be jealous of such a thing. It was ridiculous…

“High school girlfriend?” You found yourself asking nonetheless. Daryl rolled to lie on his back, looking at you, eyes sleepy but questioning as he arched an eyebrow at you, and you wondered if you had sounded jealous. You hoped not because it was embarrassing.

“No.” Daryl looked half confused, half-amused, and you wonder again if you’re failing at hiding that stupid, silly pang of jealousy.

“So, who was her then, that drew you the tattoo?” You asked, trying to sound like you didn’t care that much. It wasn’t out of jealousy, though, not really, you were really intrigued.

“Girl from my town, same school…We both used to be grounded after class,” Daryl said, and he moved his head to nuzzle your hand as if asking you to keep cuddling him, and you almost snorted at it, but resumed your caresses.

“Aw, little troublemaker Daryl, weren’t you,” You teased, earning a scoff from Daryl, who reached to jab at your ribs as if trying to tickle you, and you squealed and moved away.

“People were assholes, I just fought back.” He shrugged. “But I was the one blamed for shit always…a Dixon and all that.”

You guessed so, and your heart broke for little Daryl. “So that girl, did she start the fights or did she just fight back too?” You asked while you played with Daryl’s hair.

“Neither.” Daryl closed his eyes when he felt your fingers on his hair. “She was grounded all the time ‘cause she didn’t care for the classes or the teachers or nothin’, spent the classes just drawin’, teachers didn’t like it,” Daryl kept explaining. “She was supposed to do like homework when we were grounded or some shit but she didn’t, just kept drawin’ anyway.”

“And so she drew you that tattoo?” You asked.

“Yeah…we were grounded a lot so we ended up hangin’ together sometimes, I didn’t have any friends, but she wasn’t bad to be with. She wanted to drop out of school as soon as she could, like me, but she wanted to be a tattooist…I wanted to be nothing.” Daryl shrugged.

You always hated it when he said stuff like that about himself, but you didn’t say anything, letting him speak, it wasn’t usual that he talked about himself and his past, and you always cherished it when he did it.

“So…you were friends with that girl,” you said, trying to encourage him to keep talking. Daryl hummed a yes, closing his eyes again and tugging at you, and so you lied down, snuggling to his chest when Daryl wrapped his arm around you.

“We hang after school…Merle wasn’t around, but he eventually came back, and when he did…well, she and him…let’s say they didn’t get along much…” You felt the rumble of Daryl’s chest as he let out a chuckle, and you snorted. You could imagine, you had suffered Merle yourself.

“So…uh… we kept hangin’ but she’d talk shit about Merle…sayin’ that he’d always get me doin’ whatever he wanted, draggin’ me everywhere…so…yeah I didn’t take it well...we fought…Merle’d talk shit about her too, they really didn’t like each other…” Daryl let out a sigh.

“So, uh…I stopped hangin’ with her… But then one day when we were grounded, she passed me this tattoo drawing she’d made. It was like a demon thing and an angel, she said those were the Dixon’s, my brother’d be draggin’ me to hell and anywhere he wanted and I’d just gladly take his hand or some shit.” Daryl shrugged, seeming shy and defensive. “I just got more pissed…yelled at her so much that I got grounded for another hour.” He snorted bitterly.

“I just ignored her since then even when she tried talkin’ to me, I think she was tryin’ for us to be friends again but I’d just yell at her to leave me alone…then one day Merle left, as always. Left me without a word and with a damn mess of his  to deal with, people he owed money to, drug money.” Daryl let out a sigh and you felt sad that teen Daryl had to deal with that bullshit…you decided to not voice your opinion on Merle, though, it wasn’t like Daryl didn’t know it enough already.

“Then I realized that the only friend I had was that girl…but I’d been a dick to her, I knew she wouldn’t want to see me anymore. I hadn’t seen her in a few days, I guessed she’d tried not to get grounded so she wouldn’t have to see me, ‘cause I was a prick to her…” Daryl sounded remorseful and you knew he was. “Turned out she’d just moved to the city with their parents, they got better jobs there and she could study art…so, yeah…she didn’t tell me and never saw her again…”

“I’m sorry.” You moved up from Daryl’s chest so you could look at him, caressing his cheek, but he didn’t look at you, seeming shy. You knew it was hard for him to talk about himself and his past, and you appreciated it.

“So…uh…I still had the tattoo drawin’ she made, one day I was wasted and I went to a guy who sometimes hung with Merle and tattoed him stuff to tattoo it for me,” Daryl explained. “But uh…I ain’t no angel…just a prick like my brother…so I made them both demons…”

“Daryl…” You let out a sigh, shifting over his chest so you could look down at him and stroke his cheek. “You’re not like Merle…” You weren’t sure if you weren’t risking to upset or anger Daryl saying that, his brother was important to him. “You’re much more than you think you are.” Daryl just scoffed at that without looking at you, and you cupped his face, searching for his eyes. “You’re an amazing person, Daryl, loyal and selfless, and I’m lucky to have you, I couldn’t have anyone better than you.”

“Stop it,” Daryl grumbled, you knew that your words made him shy, but you would tell him stuff like that until he believed it. He tugged at you until you were lying over his chest again, hugging you to him, and you smiled when he kissed the top of your head.

You weren’t going to say anything else, not wanting to make him shyer, but you thought on something and couldn’t help but tease him a bit again. “Also…you should have kept the angel. You are an angel, darling, you got the wings and all, on that vest that I love.”

You heard Daryl half scoffing, half snorting at it. “Stop it…” He murmured again, nuzzling your hair in that way he did when he was shy and trying to hide.

You smiled at it, closing your eyes and snuggling to him with a content sigh…

Now…

You were lying on the bed, hugging Daryl’s shirt to you, barely any of his scent left, your face buried in it as you cried. You looked up when you heard the door opening and saw Abby walking inside. She didn’t say anything, just walked to lie next to you on the bed.

“I have to get Daryl out of here…” You whispered, sniffing.

“You know you can’t…” Abbi told you softly.

“No, I only don’t know how to do it,” you retorted. “But I will. I will get him out of here, I’ll free him and the others…and I’ll kill Negan,” you half whimpered half hissed. “Kill his saviors, and then…then we all burn this place down…”

*

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