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yandere-sins · 4 years ago

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Good evening or morning (wherever you are).... My request for today is Kaeya from genshin impact. What if he were to confess his love to a timid reader but *gasps* she reveals she has a boyfriend already. Smut is fine if you want.

Thank you so much 🦋

Thank you for requesting!! ♥ Part 2 of my trying to get back into smut OTL

Rated Lemon/Explicit!

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Even after everything that happened, you weren't able to forget the look on Kaeya's face as you broke the news.

True, you and your boyfriend had wanted to keep your relationship on the low, but not because you tried to deceive your friends, just so you two could have some peace while finding out more about each other and developing your feelings. But you never meant for anyone to look at you so... disappointed. Even if you were happy with your choice of partner, having to reject someone dear to you still hurt.

"Oh, [Name]," Kaeya sighed, shaking his head. Of course, he wouldn't be happy to hear the person he just asked out confess that they had a boyfriend. Perhaps especially because you two had always been relatively close, even more so lately where you were out almost every day after work. You felt a tinge of regret not telling him earlier. Save him the embarrassment you assumed he must feel. Then again, how could you have known that the charismatic Kaeya had feelings for you? He could have any woman in town, so why had it to be you? Of all people, you wouldn't have expected Kaeya to confess his love to you. Even if you two always got along fine, you thought yourself to look rather gray next to the shining knight that Kaeya was. Someone who wasn't fit to be anything more than friends with him.

"W-We can still continue being friends?" was the best and stupidest comfort you could come up with on the spot. You saw his grimace of disapproval, and it took him a second to collect himself, taking a deep breath before pushing himself away from the wall he had leaned on after learning the truth. Kaeya truly appeared devastated by the realization that you were taken already, and part of you could understand him. Certainly, you had just ruined his night and whatever companionship you two had, just because you couldn't have been more open from the beginning. It would have at least saved him some heartache, if any.

"Friends?" Kaeya mumbled, unfolding his crossed arms as he walked back to your side, leaning on the backrest of your chair. Feeling uncomfortably cornered, you stood up, looking around you. The outside of the tavern was lonely, and Kaeya had chosen this place for his confession surely to avoid any curious listeners. There were still voices coming from inside Angel's Share, but the streets of Mondstadt were quiet at this time of the night, with only his smooth voice reaching out to you. "With all due respect..."

Wrapping his fingers around your chin, you were forced to look up, staring right back into the mocking expression of your 'friend', the mood suddenly shifting. You had regretted having to reject Kaeya's feelings before, Kaeya always having been a good friend to you and hurting him felt wrong. But you would come to regret it much more that you went outside with him, away from the safety of the masses.

"I'd rather be anything else than your 'friend'."

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"Come on, Dove! Say it! I'm better than him, aren't I?"

"N-No--"

Your attempt to refuse this assumption was meekly interrupted by your loud gasps as Kaeya pushed forward. The curve on his cock was so perfectly aligned inside of you, constantly hitting the good spots whenever he plowed it inside. A cocky grin was on his face as he showed you off in the reflection of the mirror before you, spread over his legs and hanging in his grip on you. It was the biggest taunt he could think of, constantly reminding you how good you were feeling despite your initial refusal of him.

The image inside of the mirror wasn't one you had ever seen of yourself. That sweaty, drooling mess of a human, eyes unfocused and yet filled with pleasure, was nothing you could relate to. And yet, except for the occasional blue strands of hair falling over your skin and peeking out from behind your shoulder, your brain recognized the sight as you. Still, it was hard to accept this side of yourself, especially with his marks and hands. All. Over. It.

Kaeya only laughed as you tried to refute him, smirking a cocky grin from behind you. "Oh? Did Mr. Boyfriend not touch you yet? Even though you're such a little slut?"

His hand falling between your legs, Kaeya first brushed up your thighs, causing you to squirm from the sensation. His hands were trained and roughed up from handling swords, but the way he used them showed how skilled he was. Settling at your clit, he slowed down the rocking of his hips for a moment to get his fingers wet with your juices before picking up the pace again. There was no way you could deny how you were feeling after riding him for the better portion of time ever since he brought you to this city apartment of his, your body shivering and moving on its own with his hand teasing your clit, the additional pleasure riling you up.

"Look at your cunt gaping open for me~" he purred, opening your lower lips wide for the mirror to reflect your exposed entrance. Seeing how his shaft disappeared inside you clearly, you only felt hotter from embarrassment, turning your head which was quickly caught by his free hand, Kaeya turning it forward again - painfully so. His grip wasn't even close to how he had touched you before when you two had still been 'only' drinking buddies. You weren't sure how long he had feelings for you, but you wagered that these feelings must have changed much in the last hour, just like his touch. It once had been so gentle, kind. But now, it was rough and demanding, leaving no room for how you felt.

"Let go!" you said firmly, tearing yourself from his grip to avoid looking at this strange self in the reflection. You felt ashamed and embarrassed. Kaeya made a fool out of you, now that he had you in this peculiar situation. It's not like you wanted to cheat on your boyfriend and betray him in any kind. But your body reacted positively to it, making Kaeya chuckle as you tightened around him after seeing yourself, "You are enjoying it a lot, aren't you?"

It brought tears to your eyes, knowing it was Kaeya deeply lodged inside of you, but your sobs were just another incentive for him to continue. You couldn't even blame him for that - they did sound a lot like sounds of pleasure that overtook their place. Soon you were back to gasping and moaning, glad you at least weren't begging him for more with how shameful you behaved.

"You can still leave him," Kaeya suggested. Though a smile still played around his lips before he hid them behind your shoulder, kissing it tenderly, he sounded very serious. "Leave him and stay with me. No one needs to know what kind of slut you are, going behind his back."

"But I didn't!" you sobbed. "You forced me too-- You forced yourself on me!"

Without hearing the sigh falling off Kaeya's lips, you found yourself breathing in sharply as he made a sudden push, burying his cock even deeper inside of you, the base of it touching your body. The gasp was followed by a long moan, tears streaming down your face after he exploited your sensitivity so much. It was a regrettable, disgusting moan signaling how much you enjoyed him hitting these sweet spots of yours.

Your gaze fell back to the mirror, showing the pleasure-stricken expression on your face. Even though you knew you shouldn't feel this way, Kaeya simply seemed to know all the right things to do, and he used all of them. It was bitter, but he did make you feel... erotic. Made you feel like something you never saw yourself as. Something your boyfriend couldn't make you feel.

With him, it was sugary-sweet puppy love, but with Kaeya, there was so much more. Desire, carnal at that. Love, demands, obsession. No matter how either of you moved your body, it was exciting, making your heart race. Every glance at yourself in the mirror made your body tingle, and every one of his pushes sent waves of excitement up your spine. You wished to have experienced these things with the person you truly loved instead of the hawk watching you from behind.

"I know," he mumbled, his hands driving up from your pussy to your chest, giving your breasts an equal squeeze. Taking in a sharp breath, you held back, instead having Kaeya be the one to groan lowly into your shoulder as you tightened around him. "I'll take so much better care of you than that boy. I can make you your true self, don't you think? You're wasted on everyone but me."

"Just finish it," you breathed heavily, and Kaeya sighed.

"As you wish."

Picking you up by the legs, Kaeya hoisted you up into the air, taking a few steps forward to stand right in front of the mirror. It was a breathtaking sensation to feel his cock carving you out from the dynamic motions, your walls gladly welcoming every inch before confining his member inside. You really could do without a closer look at how his cock slid in and out of you, sloppy sounds and tingling sensations running through you, but it almost made you wonder if you'd be able to experience the same sensations that Kaeya put you through, ever again once this was over.

"Hope you're ready for what you wished for," he reminded you, and you instantly began to realize alarming innuendos in his choice of words and the teasing tone of his voice, struggling in his hold.

"N-Not inside!" you yelled at him, slinging one arm over his head to be the one to tightly grip his face this time. "You can't cum inside!"

"Oh, really?" he taunted you. You squeezing his cheeks together didn't change the fact that he could grin like a Cheshire cat out of fairytales. "Give me one good reason not to."

"I can't bear your baby! I just can't!"

Grinning even wider, Kaeya let you drop a few inches to kiss your nose. "You'll need to do better than that."

Biting your lip, you thought about what he could want to hear from you, eventually realizing the level you'd have to stoop to. A baby would ruin everything, especially if it was Kaeya's baby. Even if things wouldn't turn out the worst way possible, it would still be a lifelong reminder of this ordeal he put you through. Your pride was worth nothing in exchange for the future you always wanted to have.

"P-Please..." you mumbled, the quick pace with which he was ramming into you making it hard to speak. At the same time, it urged you to hurry, as it wouldn't be long now before he'd fulfill the deed inside of you.

"I can't hear you~"

"Please don't cum inside me!"

Halting abruptly, Kaeya looked at the mirror image of you two, thinking for a split second before he resumed the pounding--this time, determined to finish. It was almost like you were hit by thunder, every movement releasing more shocks through you. You were a panting mess, but Kaeya wasn't far from it either. His eye would close halfway as he sunk into pleasure with you, both of you falling deeper and deeper into this hole.

Until it was finally over, your body curving and stretching, Kaeya's grip tightening to hold you throughout your orgasm, fingers digging into your supple thighs. Closing your eyes, you felt like flying, carried by a cloud, away from all the bad things and surrounded by the comforts and excitement that only intimacy could cause. You were almost lost in the orgasm before a part of you recalled the danger that was Kaeya, but much to your relief, when you opened your eyes again, he pushed in deep for the last time before suddenly lifting your up and off his cock.

Spurts of white semen shot through the air, landing on your reflection's stomach almost exactly where it would have landed inside of you. Both of you huffing, exhausted and spent, you watched as it dripped off the slick surface, leaving its stains there rather than inside of you.

Kaeya finally dropped you down, your legs unsteady, but his hold never ceased and kept you up. "Thank you..." you muttered, finding it hard to believe that after all he did, you were still thanking him for not cumming inside. Finding yourself in his arms rather than the ground, you refused the kiss he wanted to plant on your lips, instead turning your cheek, but Kaeya didn't seem to mind.

"I think you owe me something," he whispered into your ear before you felt his teeth bit into your lobe, making you flinch. "I did pull out like you asked me to."

"I owe you nothing, you... you bastard! You fiend! You...!" Your feelings took the upper hand as you heard what he demanded from you now. It was hard not to raise your voice when he dared to tell you about what you owed him after taking you against your will.

Laughing out loud, Kaeya quickly composed himself again, pretending to be hurt. "Ouch. I didn't know you knew these kinds of words."

A sudden rough pull in your hair yanked your head back, your body arching under the force and pressing against his while Kaeya towered over you, never letting his gaze stray from you. "Call me what you want. I don't care what you think, I'm not your friend, remember? I am anything but your stupid, little friend."

This time he took your mouth as he pleased, ramming his lips into yours and slipping his tongue down your throat. When he finally spoke again, his words were nothing but threatening to you, an anxious knot building in your stomach.

"That's why you'll break up with that asshole, you understand?"

"Why would I! Just leave me alone! You had what you wanted!"

"You still don't understand it," Kaeya sighed, releasing your hair briefly before tangling it around his fingers again, pulling you back even further and making you fear your spine would snap. "You are what I want! You belong to me! I was nice this time, but I will change if I must. Break up with him and make it easy for both of you. And then you'll come back to warm my bed, understand?"

Gulping, you put on a brave face, trying to face his stare head-on. This was getting out of control; you couldn't let him win with all his endeavors! No matter how you thought about Kaeya before, this wasn't the man you had come to like and appreciate in the past. He was something, but you could only hope it was still a human.

"And what if I don't?" you asked, using all the courage left inside of you.

"Oh darling, believe me," he laughed, unexpectedly pulling away all of his hands, your body unable to keep itself up and plummeting to the floor. Instant waves of shock and pain hit you, but when he stepped between your legs, you couldn't help but look up to him. How could you have been so wrong about a person you spent so much time with? Who was this man claiming to love you?

"You will do as I say, or everyone will know what kind of slut you really are. Especially your fine boyfriend. Who do you think the people will believe - their charming cavalry captain or some random chick that was seen laughing and hanging around him a lot?"

You opened your mouth to protest, wanting to prove him wrong, wanting to tell him Mondstadt cared about you as much as they did about him. But... was this wrong to assume? Would they really believe your word against his? With a reputation like Kaeya had, would you stand a chance to win against him? You couldn't imagine living a different life than you had so far, so would you be able to deal with the branding of a cheater? Realizing these questions, you closed your mouth again, scrambling to get up and collect your clothes from the ground. You were ready to storm out of the room, just go home and forget about everything that happened but reaching for the doorknob, Kaeya approached you from behind, holding the door shut with his hand.

"Don't hate me too much, okay? I really, really love you, [Name]."

He sounded anxious as he whispered these words against your head, leaving a trail of kisses. How could you believe this? How could you believe any of what he was saying? Just now, he had forced you into a level of intimacy you hadn't been ready for, threatened you, and made demands. And now he came to you, showing these rare moments of vulnerability and insecurity that made you special before all of this went down. What could you still believe about Kaeya?

"This isn't love," you mumbled, twisting and turning the knob to leave, deciding you couldn't listen to his voice anymore.

"You'll come to understand that this is love," Kaeya chuckled. You could hear the bittersweet smile on his lips as he planted one more kiss on top of your shoulder before he pushed himself away, letting you escape into the night.

Only when the cold, fresh air engulfed your heated body could you finally collect your thoughts. Your body ached, and yet, it tingled with every step, remembering you of the pleasure you had experienced through him. Disgusted and appalled by yourself, you made your way back home, crying the whole time, wondering what went wrong.

It was all Kaeya's fault, right? He went mad and did these unspeakable things to you. He was jealous because you had a boyfriend already and rejected him. None of this was your fault... right? But at the same time, would he make these threats come true? Was there really no other way than to break up with your boyfriend? Could you do nothing but obey his demands if you wanted to keep living your life? Was the love he had for you really love?

These questions kept you up all night.

All while Kaeya sipped on his drink, satisfied with himself, studying the image of you he had in his mind and the cum stains on his mirror. Stains he only planned to add to but never get rid of.

Just like you'd never get rid of him.

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moonlitgleek · 6 years ago

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Hello! What would have been the best course of action regarding Jon, in your eyes? Like, say, Ned claiming Jon was someone else's bastard, anyone else, like someone who died on the campaign, or whatever?

Keeping in mind that the “best” option still comes with serious downsides because Westeros is a messed up society, I think Ned’s decision to claim Jon and raise him in Winterfell is the best course of actions.

Claiming Jon is a given; unless Ned intends to conceal Jon completely by letting him disappear into the Neck with Howland Reed or something, there is no way he could have claimed that the kid belongs to anyone else. Jon takes after Ned and is recognizably a Stark so that leaves very few candidates as potential parents. With Brandon too dead to father a child, Benjen grounded in Wintefell for the entirety of the rebellion (and on the younger side to be a father besides), and Lyanna the parent Ned wants desperately to conceal, Ned doesn’t exactly have many options to explain a Stark-looking baby that he just happened to pick up on the way back from the south.

Besides, Ned espouses a model of personal responsibility which limits his willingness to pass Jon as the child of someone else. Ned is the one who made the promise to Lyanna so Jon is his responsibility. Ned isn’t about to taint the memory and reputation of some dead person by claiming they had a bastard, not Brandon, not Ashara, not some random Northern that he would have had to name (and does that random Northern not have a family to claim/raise/suspect the paternity of Jon?). Add to that that Ned isn’t exactly a comfortable liar and that claiming Jon is someone else’s complicates his lie and increases the risk of being caught lying which he absolutely could not afford. Which, again, couldn’t happen because everyone who could have sired Jon was accounted for and Jon is a miniature Ned anyway so it is only logical to claim him himself.

Once Jon is recognized as his bastard son, Ned has two options on how to proceed: raise Jon in Winterfell or foster him out from an early age. Fostering is the standard practice for noble bastards in Westeros but standard does not mean good. Treating children as embarrassing mistakes to be kept out of sight, or as burdens their noble parent parcels off to be someone else’s problem is not something that happens for the good of those children but rather for the image and benefit of their noble parent and their trueborn kin. It inherently comes with significant psychological and emotional damage to the bastard child that only makes their status as second class citizens felt more acutely. Jon feels his lower station because he is relegated to a lower table during the royals’ visit, so imagine how worse it’d be for him if he is sent away from Winterfell altogether, which sends a message that he is not fit to raise with the trueborn children and has no place among them. Likewise, Jon’s internalized shame about his existence and his mother could only surge if he is treated as a shameful mistake that needs to be hidden away. Fostering also denies Jon a relationship with Ned and his siblings.

That relationship is immensely important though, for both Jon’s emotional health and the opportunities for his future. Jon’s life in Wintefell comes with its downsides since it exposes Jon to Catelyn’s resentment, and there is the argument that constantly experiencing the difference in station between him and his siblings made Jon hyperaware of his lower status (though this is something that would still be present if he is fostered), but Ned’s decision allowsJon to have a loving relationship with his siblings. It gives him a good relationship with his father. In addition to the emotional benefit this provides him, Jon’s prospects in life are significantly better with him being raised as the favored son of the Lord of Winterfell and the beloved brother of the future lord since Ned’s and Robb’s love is the means through which Jon could achieve economic security and upward mobility. A life in Winterfell also gives Jon better education and military training, plus personal lessons in leadership and strategy from Ned. That expands the range of opportunities available to Jon in terms of both career options and marital prospects. Even in the OTL where Jon joins the Night’s Watch, his skills, education and specific position as Ned’s son and Robb’s brother are main parts of how and why he is chosen for command.

tl;dr, Westeros is terrible which makes Ned’s options limited and inherently imperfect, but the decision to raise Jon in Winterfell grants him invaluable relationships with his family, a top-notch education and as many economic advantageous as Ned could give him. Alternative options do not measure.

#asoiaf #valyrianscrolls #asoiaf meta #ned stark #jon snow #ned as jon's father #stark family dynamics #Anon asks #ask box

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illegiblewords · 6 years ago

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Note to Self/Followers I Owe Feedback!

1) I am very sorry that I have been a lameass with this.

2) Currently I am realizing that I have a bit of a problem with distractability and time management. No joke it is bad. When you see me vomiting theories and stories around when I owe more replies it is because I both have zero impulse control and am actively trying to keep myself disciplined-ish with writing after a kinda dead and discouraged period. It doesn’t mean I’m apathetic or forgot so much as I am basically a mynah bird with commitments and also have the attention span of a goldfish. This also applies to stories to an extent tbh, like if you look at my list of fics I wanna do—I am signing myself into a pretty wild amount of stuff lol. And I need to stop being such a ho with novels and pick which of four I am gonna commit to.

3) I am actually going to attempt to put the things I gotta do in a public to-do list and see if that helps me stop getting distracted and actually catch up properly. This serves a couple of purposes, one being to help me just know what the heck I’m doing anymore, another being to help show people I owe chatter that no it is not just you or me not caring. I am just really really lame and need to organize. 3) If I have missed someone it gives folks opportunity to pipe up and be HEY ILLEGIBLE GET BACK TO ME ON X YOU FORGOT! Because honestly I need to write shit down for myself in an organized way or this tends to happen.

Honest to god when I make appointments like I am someone who begs for reminders in text because I will absolutely forget otherwise.

4) THE TO-DO LIST IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER:

- Read the romance novella for my sister that is at minimum 3 months overdue. I think I may be murdered if I don’t accomplish this by the time she gets home.

- Get back to coworker about the poem feedback he requested weeks ago.

- Get back to god tier patient @wouldyouliketoseemymask and @tenkuu-san, who I have been lagging with in mid-conversation despite being very invested in both chats.

- Read stories by @autumnslance and @frostmantle because I am hype for both and want to see more of their stuff!

- Properly review three additional stories on Ao3, one of which is a recent update by a senpai from my teenage years.

- Reply to fanfiction accout reviews because they were really sweet and I feel like an actual criminal for not doing this sooner. I am pretty good at replying to Ao3 lately but this is a ruse I have 20+ messages I still owe feedback on there too and some are probably years old now. My shame is deep and when I reply immediately a good chunk is me going “I CAN’T LET THIS HAPPEN AGAIN DO NOT BE THAT WRITER”

This is aside from “sort life out”, “make needed appointments for things”, “apply to dream job”, “stop being a ho with the novels and pick one”, “but it is okay to ho with fanfic I guess but try to ho more responsibly and get shit dun”.

Meanwhile I also have a couple of fun challenges I wanna write up in case people enjoy. And play vidya games. And recommend stories that are really really awesome.

Honestly I think sometimes when I get overwhelmed by volume of stuff I freeze up a bit and tend to get distracted by additional cool shiny things and that adds to the problem of taking care of what I am already engaged with. So I am going to try to be better with this. It might not happen all at once but I am working on it.

OTL Thank you to everyone involved for being patient with this. Gonna try and do better.

#pray 4 me and my shit time management

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voldiebuns · 4 years ago

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I got my first dose of the vaccine yesterday!! Only real side effect for me was my arm hurting around the injection site, and it’s still pretty sore. Though the worst part was me accidentally giving myself a knuckle paper cut with my vaccine card OTL

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Ready As Can Be by reeby10 Word Count: 400 Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek RPF Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto Characters: Chris Pine, Zachary Quinto Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Interviews, Coming Out, Relationship Reveal, except really just the discussion of those things about to happen Summary: “This is the best time and place to announce that we’re a couple. Even both of our publicists agreed, which you know is practically a miracle."

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Abandon by Batsutousai (@batsutousai) Word Count: 225,114 Chapters: 47/47 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle, Theodore Nott/Ginny Weasley, Seamus Finnigan/Blaise Zabini, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Godric Gryffindor/Salazar Slytherin, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin Characters: Harry Potter, Tom Riddle, Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger, Poppy Pomfrey, Theodore Nott, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Seamus Finnigan, Pansy Parkinson, Albus Dumbledore, Severus Snape, Alastor “Mad-Eye” Moody, Salazar Slytherin, Godric Gryffindor, Ron Weasley Additional Tags: Character Bashing, Torture, Child Abuse, Sexual Abuse, Dark!Harry, Out of Character, Humor Series: Part 2 of Abandon and Reclaim Summary: Harry gets left in London by Petunia and runs into Voldemort. Strange things happen.

I’ve been having a lot of Tomarry/Harrymort nostalgia lately, so of course I had to reread one of my favorite series! For probably the dozenth time lol This is the first part (technically there is a prequel, but this is the real start imo) of the Abandon and Reclaim series, which to me is such a staple of the Tomarry/Harrymort fandom. It’s got great worldbuilding and really dives into the Dark side, Light vs Dark, magical history, etc. I especially enjoy seeing Harry get to lead his own little group, creating loyalty with friends and former enemies alike. And of course I really enjoy Harry and Tom’s relationship as it grows and they really become a power couple. It’s a lot of fun! :)

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chainsawbettyloo · 8 years ago

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Title: Boomerang Compliments

Pairing: Sidlink

Rating: E for everyone

Tags: fluff, established relationship, compliments, lovey dovey, they’re married, farm AU

Summary: They're on a farm, they love each other but sometimes, Link has a bit of a hard time comprehending how he ended up being lucky enough that he was able to marry such an amazing, handsome man

A/N: It took me such a long time to get this prompt OTL But, I hope that it’s okay! You didn’t say anything about farm AU and I wasn’t planning on writing a farm AU but that’s what this ended up as....

Cross posted on my AO3! Comments, reblogs and kudos are much appreciated! Also, prompts are still open so if you got one, send it my way

Ignoring the sun beating down hard onto his back, Link roamed around on his hands and knees, yanking up pesky weeds as he found them. Being excessively mindful of the delicate plants that needed to stay firmly rooted in the soil, he blinked away the sweat that broke through the protective barrier of his eyebrows and dripped into his eyes. Every so often, he paused, wiped a sleeve or bare arm across his forehead, leaving behind a smear of dirt. The thin material of his work shirt stuck in all the wrong places and was completely drenched in several areas. Around him was the overwhelming, pleasant scent of plants and earth.

Tossing the weeds over his shoulder, letting them accumulate in a small pile on the edge of the garden, he paid less attention to the invaders he was expelling - eventually, the motion became second nature, with little focus needing to be put towards it - and more to the bounty that was growing in the massive garden that wrapped around his and Sidon’s small wooden house. Tomatoes, peppers, cucumbers, peas, eggplant, zucchini, lettuce and cabbage; watermelons, blueberries, raspberries, and blackberries; mint, basil, spinach, coriander, parsley and lavender - a goddamn feast of nature. Mouthwatering, jaw dropping, envy sprouting, just about the most beautiful sight anyone could lay their eyes on, and yes, he did intend to brag quite a bit about it when he next wandered into town.

And this year had been the most bountiful harvest the farm had had in a while. With the amount they had grown, there was more than enough to fill their cellar to the bursting point, and still have bushels full to take to the market to sell. Link felt a rueful smile tug at his lips. Last winter had been more than cruel, it had been gruesome. Bad for him, worse for Sidon who was used to the warm weather of the West. Link was, at least, used to the kinds of winters they got up in the North but poor Sidon - it had nearly knocked him straight outta his boots. Got to a point where his husband had been confined to the house, plopped straight down in front of the fire at all times. Drove him nearly goddamn crazy but he had survived the winter with his life, all digits and limbs intact.

Still, it had easily been one of the worst winters Link had ever lived through. Not the absolute worse - no, that honor belonged to the winter of his eleventh year, when his Paw had moved the family up to this neck of the woods. Mam’s uncle got kicked by a horse and died due a ruptured stomach, leaving her his farm, as well as everything on it - equipment, house, animals, barn, the whole picture. Paw, who had constantly filled the air with whining, whistling complaints about his job and the inferior pay, decided they’d take it, go back to living off the land like the settlers of the past, and made the family leave their small, albeit comfortable apartment in the city, and took ‘em up North.

Problem was, fucking bastard hadn’t had a lick of goddamn sense in his bald head. Also didn’t help he was about as smart as a boot, and as stubborn as a cranky mule. He weren’t ever wrong, it was everyone else who was wrong. Paw had brought them here without a single inkling as to what went into farming, fucked up nearly everything by the time fall had started, and when the first snow started trickling down from the grey sky, they were in what Link now referred to as ‘shit territory’. Their first winter on the farm had been hell on earth, and came close to killing just about all of them. Mam, a frail thing that coughed with every other word and who always had the complexion of old wash water, didn’t make it through that winter. Paw lost his left foot and three fingers on his left hand to frostbite. What animals they had had left froze to death, leaving them with nothing but the goddamn house, which, at that point, was about as bare and empty as a whorehouse on Sunday.

Paw didn’t stick around after that. He took Mam’s ashes, clamored up onto the back of the horse he was “borrowing” from a friend then left without a single glance back. Fled back to the city, leaving behind failure, decay and one goddamn unhappy kid. Link had been given the option to go but had vehemently spat into the hand offered to him. Angry didn’t even come close to describing how he had felt - he was pretty darn sure there wasn’t a single word in existence that could come close to articulating that rage. No way on earth was he gonna quietly follow after his Paw again. He’d rather suffocate in cow shit than do that. So, he had stayed. Goddamn eleven year boy, alone on a barren plot of land with no animals, no food and no idea what the fuck he was doing.

It was a miracle he had survived a day. He managed...somehow, he had managed. First few years were a blur, he couldn’t hardly remember a single second of them. There were flashes to be found inside his head but none of them pleasant so he didn’t linger on them. Things had gotten better six years in, and achieved ‘good’ level by the time he was twenty. Now, what had once been empty, hard, wasting land was filled with beautiful, vibrant, colorful life. Nearly every goddamn inch was covered with his harvest, his crops that had been nurtured and grown by his own hands. Standing up, head whirling with dizziness from the abrupt movement, he brushed the dirt from his hands and happily surveyed the land stretched out around him. Well, not just his hands. A good amount of the hard work that had led to such a bounty belonged to his husband.

Despite being a city boy with little to no knowledge of how to grow anything, Sidon had fared far better than expected. It was a little shameful to think of it now but during the beginning stages of him and Sidon living together, which had just been around the time winter was closing in, Link had been scared that it’d just be a repeat of the first winter he had spent on this land. Course, that line of thought had never been expressed to his husband. No, that was something he kept locked up tight in his heart. Thankfully, Sidon had quickly proved him wrong. The winter had been tough on him, which in of itself had been terrifying, but despite him being a bit stubborn and foolhardy, he knew when to shut up and listen, knew when to admit he was wrong, and, perhaps most importantly, learned from his mistakes, rather than run away from them. He supposed that while his father was the embodiment of everything not to do, Sidon was the opposite end of the spectrum.

Pushing sweat soaked hair off his forehead, Link closely inspected the patch of vegetation he was currently standing in, looking for even the slightest hint of something that shouldn’t be there. Only thing he could find was a nasty looking sprig growing right on the boundaries. He quickly yanked it up, tossed it away and nodded in satisfaction. One section done, fifteen more to do but before that, food. A quick sniff of the fresh, warm morning air told him Sidon was cooking up some breakfast. Floating from the open window in the kitchen was the mouth-watering scents of greasy sausages, fluffy flapjacks and something sweet. His stomach immediately began to make its excitement and anticipation known, gurgling and rumbling loud enough that it was almost deafening. Figuring there was no reason for lollygagging, Link set off towards their small house.

Going in through the screened kitchen door, which squeaked in protest as he pushed it open, he found the table already set and Sidon hovering over the fireplace. His long, vibrant red hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail. Little wisps of ruby hung around his broad, smooth face, floating softly in the sparkling morning sunlight. Long, slender fingers held onto a greased soaked spatula, which was currently being used to roll around several thick lengths of sizzling sausages. At the sound of the door opening, he turned and smiled dazzlingly, golden eyes sparkling with energy, enthusiasm and excitement, “There you are! Wash up, I’ll be done in just a second.”

For a moment, he was absolutely gobsmacked, utterly in awe of the person who he had been given the privilege to call his husband. How he had managed to end up married to someone so immensely beautiful was such a goddamn mystery to him. Not that he considered himself unprepossessing or repugnant - he actually was rather proud of his looks and personality - it was just that while he was a solid five or six, Sidon was an eleven. Very well-educated, articulate, dignified and clever - there was a reason his nickname had been ‘Prince’ back in his hometown. Compared to Link, who had a sea of dirt underneath his fingernails at any given moment, had problems getting out even the simplest of sentences, and whose schooling had stopped at addition and subtraction, he was so far out of his league that they might as well be on different continents.

“You’re going to make me blush if you keep staring.” Sidon said teasingly, favoring him with a warm, playful smile.

Blushing a bit himself, realizing that he had been blankly staring at his husband for several silent, awkward moments, Link let the kitchen door noisily slam shut behind him and sheepishly made his way over to the small washroom just off the kitchen. After quickly scrubbing his hands clean, taking extra care that the caked dirt underneath his fingernails was thoroughly removed, he splashed some of the refreshingly cool water on his face, made a mental note to top off the jug after breakfast and then dried both his face and hands off.

Walking back into the kitchen, he nearly collided with Sidon, who was waiting for him just outside the washroom. Managing to stop just in time, Link came to a stop, and looked up at him in confusion. Arms crossed over his broad, muscular chest, he regarded Link with a scrutinizing gaze and said, “You were thinking it again.”

“Huh?”

Sidon reached forward to gently tap the center of Link’s forehead with one finger, “You were thinking again that I’m out of your league, that I’m too good for you, that there’s a difference in quality between the two of us.”

Link gawked at him. It shouldn’t have been that obvious. If there was one thing he prided himself most on, it was his poker face. Even in the worst of times, he could remain, at least, looking like he was in control. His mind could be a shambles of anxiety and panic, and no one would know but him. The only emotions that showed on his face were the ones he deemed were acceptable. Could Sidon see right through that? The moment that thought crossed his mind, he realized it was an incredibly stupid one. Of course Sidon could see right through him, see him right down to his core, leaving him bared and naked in his gaze. How many times had Sidon been able to sense what he was feeling, without him ever speaking a word? How often did Sidon articulate the very same thought that he had been struggling to get out? Really, he shouldn’t be surprised in the slightest.

“Link…” Sidon sighed, tucking a curl of red behind his ear.

Ears burning with embarrassment and shame, Link fought against the urge to lower his head and opened his mouth to give some kind of reassurance or defensive, he hadn’t decided at that point when Sidon, suddenly, reached forward to firmly cup his face in the palms of his hands. Leaning down, he stared intently into Link’s eyes, his golden gaze so strong and intense that the rest of the world seemed to fade away, leaving behind nothing but that rich, beautiful hue.

“You are incredible, Link.” Sidon said firmly, “When I first came down here, I was awestruck by how you were able to run this farm on your own. Back home, when you used to talk about your farm, I never truly came to the realization of just how much work it was, how much effort it took to keep everything running smoothly, and yet, you handle it with such ease. And you’ve been doing it since you were a kid. That’s amazing, Link! You’re amazing! You’re so smart and strong and capable! There was so much that I didn’t understand when I first came here, and I’ll admit, it was so overwhelming that it was scary but because I was with you, because you were able to lead me with such a confident, loving hand that I was able to learn, to grow. I-”

Clapping a hand over Sidon’s mouth, the battle against bowing his head now lost, Link stared down at the floor, knowing his face had to be as red as the tomatoes happily growing outside, and mumbled, “E-enough, I get it.”

Yanking his hand away, Sidon pulled his head back up, his gaze softer and warmer now, “I love you, Link. I love you so much, and I think you’re one of the most wondrous people. Your resolve, your strength, your steadfast nature, your kindness; all of it make it impossible for me not to adore and admire you. You think that it's a mystery how someone like me and someone like you ended up together but the answer is so simple.”

Closing the small distance between them, Sidon gently pressed his lips against Link’s. Breathing out sharply through his nose, Link, still thoroughly flustered, managed to clumsily wrap his arms around Sidon’s broad shoulders. Pushing himself up onto his tiptoes so that his husband wouldn’t have to lean down so far, grateful for the reprieve in the constant barrage of compliments, heart hammering hard against the confines of his ribs, Link focused intently on the feeling of Sidon’s firm lips pressed against his own. These were the only lips he had ever kissed, and they were also the ones he was intending on kissing. He was pretty sure there were no other pair that could compare.

Breaking the kiss far too soon, Sidon leaned back, two bright blotches of red dying his cheeks, and smiled lovingly, “You’re irresistible, Link. If anything, I’m grateful that you chose me.”

Panting a little, Link stared up at him in surprise for a moment then shyly lowered his head. Biting his lip, he pulled in a deep breath, clenched his hands into tight fists and choked out in a gushing rush of words, “I didn’t choose. You were the only ones I had eyes for. I couldn’t look away from you. There was no one else but you.”

He felt Sidon jerk in surprise, which was followed by a giddy giggle. Suddenly, he was pulled into a tight embrace and Sidon was raining little kisses all over his face. Pulled up off the floor, all he could do was hang in his husband’s embrace as every inch of his skin was blessed with a soft smooch. Not that he was complaining about being in such a predicament. Wrapping his arms loosely around Sidon’s broad back, he felt a big smile naturally appear on his face. Getting those words out, as embarrassing as they were, felt so good. Stuff like that didn’t come easily to him, but he would need to make a habit of saying that kind of thing more often. He was sure Sidon would appreciate it as well.

“I love you, Link.” Sidon breathed, nuzzling against him, “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.” Link mumbled in return, feeling like all the blood in his body was currently in his face.

“I’m glad, Link. I’m so glad.”

“Me too.” Link whispered, snuggling closer to him, burying his face into the crook of Sidon’s shoulder.

There they stayed for a long while, simply enjoying each other’s touch and warmth when Sidon, suddenly, jerked and yelled, “The sausages!”

Dropping Link rather abruptly, he darted over to the fire, which had died down to a glimmer. After regaining his balance, Link followed after him. Looking over his shoulder, he found that, thankfully, the sausages were a bit burnt but far from inedible. It probably hadn’t been that long of a time between Sidon leaving the fire’s side to now. Drooping his shoulders, Sidon sighed in relief then turned to smile sheepishly up at him, “Maybe, next time, we should keep a conversation like that as tabletop discussion.”

Link smiled back and nodded, grateful that they hadn’t had been burnt to a hunk of rock. Sidon would have been so dismayed if that had happened. Stepping up to his side, he gazed down at the pan for a moment, then glanced over at his husband. Reaching over, a little hesitantly, he brushed the backs of his fingers along the curve of Sidon’s cheek. Without taking his eyes away from the fire, Sidon reached up to take his hand in his own, brought it to his lips and kissed it softly. Swallowing with some difficulty, Link took a deep breath, knelt down beside him, leaned over and lightly kissed the corner of his husband’s mouth.

He felt Sidon turn in what was surely a motion to capture his lips in a firm kiss but before he could manage that, he pulled back. Their eyes met, Sidon’s gaze a little surprised, and Link fought to keep the contact. Taking another deep breath, he choked the first time he tried to get the words out but managed success the second time.

“I think you’re incredible too. You were thrown into a situation that you were lost in. You not only made the best of it, you thrived. You kept going even if you failed. You put so much effort into learning everything you could, and made the best out of everything. You adapted, even though it was difficult. And I’m,” he couldn’t do it anymore. His gaze fell to the floor, his cheeks practically glowing with heat, “really proud of you.”

Everything had sounded better in his head but he had, at least, managed to get the jist of it out. Abruptly standing, trembling a little, he turned to make his way over to the table, where he planned to become very acquainted with every detail of his plate, when Sidon grabbed his hand. Coming to a stop, he bit his lip, hoping that he wouldn’t be made to turn around. Thankfully, his husband seemed to sense that he was close to being overwhelmed and wrapped his arms around him from behind. Warm breath ghosted over his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

Squeezing tightly, Sidon placed a warm kiss on his cheek and whispered, “Thank you, Link. You just made me incredibly happy.”

Wrapping his fingers lightly around the wrist of one of the arms encasing him, he leaned back into Sidon’s warmth and mumbled, “I’m glad.”

Another kiss then Sidon said, “Go sit down. I’ll get everything ready.”

With that, he released Link from his embrace. Grateful to be able to escape to the safety of the table but also mourning the loss of his husband’s warmth, he strode over, plopped down in his chair and forced himself to keep his chin up. Some of the heat was slowly seeping out of his cheeks, though he was pretty certain he was still a bright shade of red. Still, he discovered that he was happy. He was incredibly happy. Happier than he had been just minutes ago, when he had been outside, surveying the fruits of their labor. He felt happy, light and just plain good. Without a doubt, even though it was difficult, he would need to make a habit of having discussions like that with Sidon more often. It would probably be good for the both of them.

#loz #breath of the wild #prince sidon #sidlink

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One of the things I often see Ned blamed for is that he never told Catelyn the truth about Jon, something that is thought to could have made Jon’s life better as it would ease Catelyn’s resentment of him if she learned that Ned did not cheat on her. The Tully words are often used in that context to prove that Cat would have accepted Jon and joined Ned in keeping his secret and protecting him if she’d known. But that is a premise I have always had trouble accepting.

Following Catelyn’s PoV and her patterns of behavior when her children are at risk undercuts that argument; Catelyn’s priority has always been her own children, and while this is perfectly normal, she does demonstrate her willingness to punish children she perceives as a threat to hers in the name of protecting her children, and to disregard or refuse to reflect on the danger her actions and desires might put other people’s children in. The scene in which the quote I chose to title this post was said, while the words of a grieving mother, still shows Catelyn’s instincts and thought process when her children are endangered. While her motivation is surely sympathetic as parents are sure to put their children ahead of everyone, Catelyn’s privilege means that she often fails to get out of her own perspective to consider how she is implying that she sees other people’s children as being inherently less important than her own, and provides Catelyn with an emotional justification for whatever she does, as long as she is doing it for her children’s sake or to protect them.

We see this in how she treats both young Jon and Theon, two vulnerable children that she sees as potential threats to her children, the former more than the latter. This is the main rationale behind Catelyn’s treatment of Jon; while her behavior towards him is definitely influenced by how his presence in Winterfell is a constant reminder of Ned’s infidelity and how it forces her to suffer public shame and damages her political image as Lady of Winterfell, the biggest cause of Cat’s behavior is the danger Jon could pose to her children’s lives and inheritance. Cat lives in fear that Jon or his descendants could try and supplant her own children or their children, or even that he’d harm them to steal their inheritance, and thus treats him all his life as a potential threat that should be curbed. Of course this whole concern would be rendered moot if Jon’s parentage is revealed, but the problem is that the truth comes with its own set of problems - while it eliminates Jon as a potential rival claimant to Winterfell, Jon’s true identity, if anything, exacerbates the danger to Cat’s children.

Because Jon Snow, bastard son of Eddard Stark and some woman he refuses to speak of, could make a push for the lordship of Winterfell against a trueborn Stark, but Jon, bastard son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark, could make a push for the Iron Throne. It’s not like he would be the first Targaryen bastard to do so, or like politically-savvy and history-minded Catelyn (who canonically had the Blackfyres in mind even when she didn’t know about Jon’s real identity) wouldn’t pick up on the parallels between Jon and Daemon Blackfyre. Descending from two highborn parents, raised and educated alongside the trueborn children and with a pool of potential supporters dissatisfied with the current regime ripe for recruitment, the only social mark against Jon is his bastardy, just as it was for Daemon. A bid for the throne on Jon’s part would effectively force the Starks’ hand into war simply by revealing Ned’s lie, even if he has no desire to go against Robert in the first place. Ned has also demonstrated his willingness to put Jon ahead of his “duty” to the crown, and with how fiercely protective he is of Jon and how close Robb is to his brother, the Starks would surely get dragged into this, landing Catelyn’s family in peril and starting yet another war for the folly of a Targaryen-blooded bastard.

There’s no conceivable way that Catelyn wouldn’t be keenly aware of that or ready to run the risk of her family being put on the line for Jon Snow. Cat’s view of bastards doesn’t happen in a vacuum. In addition to being a highborn member of a society widely distrustful of and prejudiced against bastards, she was born only a few years after the War of the Ninepenny Kings, a fifth rebellion by the Blackfyres that threw the realm into war in a bid for the throne - a war in which both Hoster and Brynden Tully took part to rebel the Band of Nine. The ostensible last stand of a cause that arose 50 years previously in support of a Targaryen bastard, and was kept alive for years almost single-handedly by another bastard, these rebellions accentuated the threat bastards can pose to truborn siblings, illustrated the worst case scenario of treating bastards on par with the trueborn children and colored the education of Catelyn’s generation by validating the prevailing social stigmatization of bastards as inherently treasonous. It was an affirmation to the worldview that vilifies bastards and justifies their mistreatment lest they overreach and threaten the trueborns. Being an extremely politically aware person, and one who is very invested in her worldview and the righteousness of her education, Catelyn is predisposed to assume the worst and fear what child Jon could grow up to cause. Her education and her society’s social norms tell her to keep Jon at arm’s length, to abuse and isolate him and constantly remind him of his place so that he wouldn’t get any ideas. Better safe than sorry!

And that’s not the end of it. Jon doesn’t have to do anything to be a danger to Catelyn and her family, he is already one just by existing - the last surviving child of Robert Baratheon’s most hated foe, a living symbol of his betrothed’s presumed rape (or a living reminder that his betrothed spurned him, if he ever finds out the circumstances of Lyanna’s disappearance), and most importantly, a threat to his throne. Robert might even blame the kid for Lyanna’s death, Lannister-style. If he ever finds out that Ned is harboring Rhaegar’s kid, it means war - one that would spell disaster to Catelyn, her husband and their children (and that’s without taking into consideration the awful position a conflict between the North and the crown would put Hoster Tully or Lysa Arryn in) Jon’s existence and presence in Winterfell and Ned’s protection means that the entire Stark family could easily be named traitors to the crown and attainted, losing her children their inheritance and Ned his life.

And while Catelyn stews in her fears and works through being essentially forced by her husband to be an accomplice to his treason and in his coverup of who Jon truly is, she still has to endure the ongoing public humiliation of having her husband’s ostensible bastard in her household and growing with her children. I can easily see Catelyn taking out her resentment of the position Ned put her in on Jon himself in the same way she did when she thought him her husband’s bastard.

Taking all that into account, I don’t see any conceivable way for the truth about Jon’s parentage to have a positive effect on Catelyn’s behavior towards him. If anything, learning the truth would make her want nothing more but for Jon Snow to fade into obscurity away from her children. She would actively work to alienate him from all his siblings, especially Robb, to ensure that he wouldn’t be able to rob them into getting dragged into any potential war in his name. She would strongly advocate for Jon to never learn the truth of his parentage, not that Ned was falling over himself in his haste to tell the kid anyway. And she definitely would push for him to take the black as soon as possible, perhaps even earlier than he did in canon and definitely before Robert made it to Winterfell. Hey, Osric Stark wasn’t even ten when he joined the Night’s Watch, there is always room for improvement! I’m sure Winterfell would be a very healthy place to grow up in for Jon, enduring a battle of wills between Ned and Catelyn and being pushed out of his only home far more mercilessly than in OTL.

And the thing is, Ned was not unaware of any of that. He was not unaware of how recent history colors the perception of bastards in general, and Targaryen bastards in particular. He was not unaware of his wife’s stance on the subject, or of how she would be willing to persecute Jon in the name of protecting her children..... perhaps even sacrifice Jon if it came to it? Ned definitely wasn’t willing to risk that.

Ned thought, If it came to that, the life of some child I did not know, against Robb and Sansa and Arya and Bran and Rickon, what would I do? Even more so, what would Catelyn do, if it were Jon’s life, against the children of her body? He did not know. He prayed he never would.

#asoiaf meta #asoiaf #Jon Snow #Catelyn Stark #Ned Stark #the Blackfyre rebellions #bastards in westeros

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