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reasonsforhope · 8 months

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"When Ghana’s parliament voted to decriminalise suicide and attempted suicide in March, Prof Joseph Osafo felt a weight lift from his shoulders.

Osafo, head of psychology at the University of Ghana, had been engaged in a near 20-year battle to abolish the law – brought in by the British – which stated that anyone who attempts suicide should face imprisonment or a fine.

“It was a very good feeling. I felt like a certain burden had been removed. I was extremely elated,” he remembers. “Then the next morning, I realised we had a lot of work to do.”

Four countries decriminalised suicide in just the past year

Ghana is one of four countries to have decriminalised suicide in the past year – Malaysia, Guyana and Pakistan are the others. More could soon follow, which campaigners say is a sign of greater awareness and understanding of mental health. Kenya and Uganda have filed petitions to overturn laws and members of the UN group of Small Island Developing States have committed to decriminalise. Discussions are also being held in Nigeria and Bangladesh.

“There seems to be a domino effect taking place,” says Muhammad Ali Hasnain, a barrister from United for Global Mental Health, a group calling for decriminalisation. “As one country decriminalises suicide, others start to follow suit.”

“It is quite unusual,” adds Sarah Kline, the organisation’s chief executive. “It’s a huge sign of progress and an important step forward for the populations most at risk, as well as the countries as a whole.” ...

A large number of laws were introduced by the British during colonial rule. Suicide was decriminalised in England, Wales and Northern Ireland in the 1960s – it was never criminalised in Scotland...

The results of these punishments can be “devastating” and present “a huge barrier” to addressing the problem, says Natalie Drew, a technical officer with the mental health policy and service development team at the World Health Organization. Health experts and advocates argue that suicide should be treated as a public health issue rather than a crime.

Criminalising suicide denies people the right to access health services and discriminates against them because of something they’re experiencing, Drew adds. Research shows that in countries where suicide has been decriminalised, people can seek help for mental health and rates tend to then decline.

Next Steps

In September, the WHO is due to release a guide on decriminalising suicide for policymakers, with explanations of how countries have managed it...

“[Ghana’s decision] should have an impact on the work ongoing in other countries, especially in the Africa region,” says Osafo. Within the past couple of months, he has set up a mental health working group with representatives from about 20 African countries, and one of the biggest issues on the agenda is decriminalisation of suicide, he says. “Nigeria is active, Cameroon is active … Kenya has joined and is doing fantastic work. We have Uganda. People have been asking us how we did it.”

Since suicide was decriminalised in Malaysia last month, Anita Abu Bakar, founder and president of the Mental Illness Awareness and Support Association (Miasa), has already seen things change. Crisis response teams and helplines are expanding, and money from the mental health budget is being given to organisations who work in the community. “This is the shift we’re so happy to see,” she says. “It was such an archaic law.”

She adds: “I’m a person with lived experience. What does decriminalisation mean to people like me? We feel supported, we feel this conversation can go to a different level. Obviously decriminalisation is not the only way to prevent suicide, but it’s a big one. I’m happy for this progressive move – better late than never. I’m excited to see what happens next, not just for Malaysia but for the rest of us.”"

-via The Guardian, July 20, 2023

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eddiediaaz · 6 months

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alie! I absolutely adore this mirrorball x buck set that you made last year! (/post/701462848238403584/) (also I can't believe it's been a year, like seriously what is time?) I was wondering how you did the shattered glass effect in the first gif? in particular how you made the black and white gifs appear distorted within the glass if that makes sense? thank you!!!

ahhh thank you so much renee! literally what is time lol, this gifset is still one of my faves that i made. the shattered glass effect is mostly just a lot of layer masks to be honest hahaha. i'm so glad i still have the psd, so here's how i did it under the cut~

(this tutorial assumes you know how to put multiple gifs in the same canvas and are familiar with layer groups and masks)

I. PREPARATION

first things first, create an empty canvas of your desired size. mine was 540x540 px.

then, you need to find a cracked glass texture. if i remember correctly i simply googled something like "broken glass png", "cracked glass png", because i wanted something already transparent.

(a texture that's something like black lines over a white background definitely works too, you'll just have to put that layer's blending mode to darken or multiply.)

here's the png i used (and a download link for best quality):

and after positioning it into my canvas.

II. CREATING MAIN SECTIONS FOR GIFS

so basically when i did is i sectioned parts of the texture for each gif that i wanted to put. following the texture's lines, i zoomed in and carefuly drew a first shape along the lines with the polygon tool. you can also put a color fill layer behind the cracked glass layer so it's easier to see, like i did.

once you have your shape selected, click on the folder icon (1), then on the layer mask icon (2). it should give you a nice masked group to put gifs in hehe

then i repeated the process until i had all of my desired shapes. i've put some color layers so it's easier to see, but here are my 6 main shapes and how my layer groups look like so far:

III. GIFFING TIME

after screencaping and making all 6 gifs required for each section, you need to put all of them in the same canvas. i simply put one smart object gif layer in each group created earlier. then, i resized and rotated each gif to fit its group (by hitting ctrl + T while selecting the gif layer), as you can see with the gif labeled 6x02 in the layers preview. for the coloring, i went simple with black and white for most of them.

once i have all six gifs sharpened, colored, and placed in each shape group, the gif looks like this. the broken glass texture does most of the work to be honest:

obviously the center gif doesn't have any kind of effect, it's just colored as usual, so i'm not gonna go over it. it's just one gif layer in a masked group.

IV. SUBSECTIONS FOR DISRTORTED EFFECT

okay so for the distorted effect it's even more layer masks! basically i created more smaller sections within each main shapes already, still following the cracked glass texture's lines with the polygon tool and put them in individual masked groups like i did in the second step. here's how i ended up dividing each main sections:

yep, each color here is a different masked group, for example the 2nd and 3rd shape sections:

for each main shape section, you want to duplicate your gif layer the same amount of times as you have subsections within that shape. so if the main shape has 5 smaller subsections, i want 5 layers of that same gif. just make sure to not change its duration or position yet, and make sure the coloring layers/group stays on top of the groups in its shape section. then, simply put one gif layer duplicate in each group. example of my layers for the second shape so far:

then just repeat this until all subsections have its own gif layer.

V. DISTORTED EFFECT

this is the best part! and it's really easy. basically you want to slightly move each subsection by a few pixels, so they're in a slightly different position than the ones next to it.

to do so, select one of the gif layers and with the arrows on your keyboard, move it left or right, and even up or down if it looks good. i do this for all duplicated gif layers, making sure it looks like they're all slightly offset. focus on the cracked glass overlay's lines while nudging the gif layers, it's easy to see how the shapes break when you move them. for example here:

this is really just all trial and error, you just need to move each subsection gif layer by a few pixels with the keyboard arrows until it looks good to you.

here's my result once i've done this for all (23!!) subsections:

VI. FINAL TOUCHES

i don't think i did much else to this before typography besides adding a bit of contrast overall and a thin drop shadow to the cracked layer texture on top of everything. if you have a transparent png this definitely helps to give a bit more dimension to the effect. so here's the final result:

i hope that was clear enough hehe :D

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matan4il · 4 months

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Daily update post:

Yesterday, there was a terrorist attack, two people were stabbed in the area where my mom's cousin and his wife live. I found out about it as I was returning from a medical appointment, going through a road where in Nov, a terrorist shot to death a young Israeli man.

Based on what the IDF has found of Hamas' armaments (which surpassed Israeli estimates), based on how things stand now, Hamas would be capable of continuing to fire rockets into Israel for at least 2-3 more years. That's why, even as the fighting continues, there are new defensive measures that will be built along road 232, the same road mentioned in the NYT's article about the Hamas rapes during the Oct 7 massacre.

Speaking of that article, apparently despite the insane amount of evidence in it, and mentioned recently in regards to the subject of the rapes, some are trying to deny that this part of the massacre happened. This is a perfect response (IMO) from feminists.againstantisemitism on IG:

Cyberwell, a watch dog that monitors antisemitism on social media, has reported a sharp rise in antisemitic posts since Oct 7. And not just of the new, anti-Zionist kind. There has been a rise in 1000% in posts accusing Jews of killing Jesus (yes, the Jew crucified by Romans almost 2,000 years ago... funny how you never see people going around saying Italians killed Jesus... almost like the whole thing isn't about who actually killed Jesus, and more about providing yet another excuse for antisemitism, a hatred that pre-dates Jesus), and 1600% in the hashtag saying that Hitler was right, the guy whose antisemitic, genocidal ideology, the attackers, maimers, rapists, kidnappers and murderers of Oct 7 would happily co-sign. All of this, while the world appropriates the Jewish slogan "never again" to use against Jews defending themselves. Make it make sense.

And here's a reminder that what starts online, doesn't stay online. There have been unprecedented levels of antisemitism in many places, including in New Zealand. What got to me the most is the report on antisemitic incidents targeting school kids, and that only 40% of parents report these (sometimes 'coz previous cases have not been treated right, or the school is seen as being ill-equipped to deal with antisemitism). A 2021 survey found that 60% of New Zealanders agreed with antisemitic statements, so it might be argued that this recent outburst has been waiting to happen for a while, just waiting for an excuse to.

Here's another piece that I sadly could only find in Hebrew so far. It reveals some more of the interrogations of Hamas terrorists, this time covering how Hamas terrorizes civilians in Gaza. Here's my loose translation of a testimony's summary, from a Palestinian Islamic Jihad terrorist (Muhammed Darwish Amare). It can be found (with the full testimony in the vid and appearing) at the above link: "Someone told me that they took explosives, to place them from his apartment to a spot 2 meters (6.5 feet) away from him. The man came down and told [the terrorist]: 'Oh man, how are you placing the explosives by the door, and then if they explode, my kids and I will be gone.' He responded, 'If you don't like it, then get out of here.' The apartment owner said to him, 'These are my kids, this isn't right,' and the explosives placer replied, 'I will lay them even if you don't like it, and I will even place them between you and your wife.' Then he took out his pistol and shot the apartment owner in the leg."

Another testimony, found at the same link, this one is of a former Hamas member (Zuhady Ali Zahdy Shahi): "I felt that we civilians are human shields. Why should we protect them? We want to be saved, too. That's Hamas' mistake. People left their house [during the fighting], and there was a safe passage, because the army told us to go south, that there will be food and water there. They drew a safe passage for us, and then we ran into [Hamas terrorists], who made us go into one of the neighborhoods. They told us, 'No one is going south, there are bombings, and no one can continue on the street.' We went into the Shifa hospital, and we got stuck inside. [The terrorists] sat among us, with the civilians. They were scared of the soldiers. I even argued with one of them, and told him, 'Your place isn't here, with the civilians, but downstairs [in the terror tunnels].' He told me that the moment the war would be over, he will punish me, he started threatening me." When asked what he thought of the IDF, Shahi said, "Truth is, based on what I've seen, I wish you would stay with us. If they would have stayed where we lived, we wouldn't be starving. The moment the army came into Shifa, we were scared of what would be done with us, but it was the opposite. They brought us food and water, and sat with us. We felt safe."

This is 56 years old Ilan Weiss.

His 53 years old wife Shiri and 18 years old daughter Noa were kidnapped by Hamas, and released in the hostage deal. Ilan himself, who was a member of the emergency team at kibbutz Be'eri, left his house on the morning of the massacre, as first reports came in, and wasn't heard of again. He was considered missing (meaning, it was unknown whether he was kidnapped or killed on Oct 7). Today it was announced that his body was identified, and he had been murdered during the massacre. May his memory be a blessing.

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

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cozage · 8 months

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The Daughter's Return: Part 3

Chapter 4: Doctor's Visit

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As soon as the doors to the clinic were open, Ace was dragging you inside. He even wore a shirt without you having to remind you. He was that desperate to get you in.

You couldn’t blame him. Neither of you had gotten much sleep. When you finally managed to doze off, you were haunted by horrific dreams. It was almost better to be awake and sleep deprived. But when you were awake, you were also nauseous. Both states of being were about equally as miserable.

Ace hadn’t slept well either. You knew he was anxious to be on an island. He wanted to be out at sea, chasing down Teach. And you couldn’t blame him. Justice had to be dealt and you were keeping him tied down, waiting for the clinic to open their doors.

The doctor took you quickly, though they made Ace wait in the lobby. It made you nervous to be separated from him, but it would be easier to talk about your actual concerns this way.

You gave a false name and age to the worker, not wanting your records to be found by anyone. Then they took your weight and blood pressure, which they noted was a bit high. That would be reason for concern, if you weren’t in the process of tracking down your uncle’s killer.

“My name is Ali,” the young nurse said. “What brings you in today.?”

“Quite frankly,” you tried to swallow the lump in your throat. “I think I’m pregnant.”

“Oh!” Ali said, her eyes widening in shock.

“The guy out in the lobby doesn’t know yet. I just wanted to get a test to be certain before I told him.”

“Of course.” Ali nodded and began writing some information down on her sheet. “I’ll order some labs for you, and take some blood. Should I bring him back or leave him out there?”

You sighed in relief. This girl really was a godsend. She knew exactly what you needed.

“Can you bring him back?” you asked. “That would be great.”

She went and gathered Ace, who you referred to as Axel in front of the staff, and then began to prepare for a blood sample. As she tried to take your blood, you realized you had forgotten to give her very important information.

“Oh!” You pulled away from the incoming needle, startling the nurse. “I’m sorry, I just forgot to tell you- I have a devil fruit power. Logia type.”

“Oh dear,” Ali said, quickly pulling away her needle. “I totally forgot to ask you that question as a part of the screening. Here-” she handed you a bracelet that had green stone and an adjustable leather cord. “If you’ll just put that on, we can get started.”

When you put it on, you hardly felt different. You felt a little more solid than you usually did, but that was about it.

“What is this?” you asked, examining the bracelet around your wrist.

“Sea prism,” the nurse said. You felt Ace stiffen beside you. Sea prism usually meant bad things for pirates, but you trusted this woman.

“It’s an extremely weakened version of it, so it just negates your abilities without physically weakening you. You’ll need it if-” she paused, her eyes flitting over to Ace. “Well, we can talk about the uses for it later.”

She easily stuck the needle in and drew out a few vials of blood, and then sent them off to the lab. “We’ll have results in about ten to twenty minutes. Just hang tight, okay?”

You gave her a tense smile. “Thanks.”

Ace looked pale and sick. You couldn’t blame him. Usually when people were this kind, it was a trap. Every bone in your body was telling you to flee. But you couldn’t run away this time. You had to wait for the results.

“Are you going to die?” Ace whispered. “I know I said you could go first, but I didn’t mean this soon.”

“I’m not going to die, Ace,” you said. “Let’s just wait for the results, okay?”

You didn’t have to wait long, thankfully. Ali had worked some kind of laboratory magic, and came back in less than ten minutes.

When the door opened, Ace’s hand interlaced in yours and he held onto it tightly, as if you were his only anchor for survival.

Ali gave you a big grin as she shut the door, looking at the two of you with pure joy on her face. “I believe some congratulations are in order!”

“Congratulations?” Ace asked, confusion written all over his face.

You wanted to puke. You were right. And now Ace was about to find out.

“All of the bloodwork came back normal,” Ali confirmed. “Except for the pregnancy test. That came back positive.”

You gripped Ace’s hand tighter than you thought possible, but Ace was still processing her words.

“Pregnancy test?” He looked at you, his eyes wide with fear. “You’re pregnant?”

“It looks like she’s about done with her first trimester!” Ali squeaked, her excitement palpable in the room. You wished you could feel the same.

“Ali-” you cleared your throat, trying to maintain your composure. “Can we have a minute?”

“Oh!” Ali’s face flushed with pink. “Of course. Let me give you some privacy to talk about this, and then we can go over everything you need to know.”

Ace was still staring at you, unbelieving and unaccepting. You flinched slightly as the door shut, waiting for Ace to say something. Anything.

“How long?” Ace demanded. “How long have you known?”

“Last night,” you admitted. “The no-moon made me realize.”

“We were so careful!”

You sighed. “The onsen.”

Ace’s eyes got wide. “Fuck,” he hissed. “I forgot about that.”

“I swear I didn’t know before last night,” you promised.

“I believe you,” Ace said. “You were too stubborn about that no-moon.”

You gave a nervous laugh that quickly died, leaving the room wrapped in an eerie silence.

“What do we do?” you whispered, tears filling your eyes. Now that it was real, it all felt so scary.

“What do you mean? We’re having a baby!” Ace laughed, a toothy smile emerging from his previously concerned face. “I thought you were dying, but this is great news in comparison!”

“But-” you paused to wipe away your tears. “You said you didn’t want kids.”

He put a hand atop your stomach, staring down at where your child was growing. “I changed my mind.”

“You changed your mind?”

“Yep.” He gave another soft smile, staring at your stomach with complete love and infatuation. “We’re gonna be better parents than even Pops. Think we can do that?”

You laughed, choking out a sob as well. “I thought you said pirates-”

He cut your words off with his lips; a kiss that was long and deep, and all of your doubt was instantly replaced with love.

He finally pulled away from your lips, pressing his forehead against yours. “We’ll figure it out, okay?”

You gave him a tearful smile and nodded in agreement. “Okay,” you whispered.

“I really thought you were going to die,” Ace whispered. “This is nothing compared to that.”

Ace couldn’t stop staring at your belly, that goofy grin still widespread across his face. He was still staring when Ali knocked on the door a few minutes later, and came back in.

“How are we feeling?” she asked, her eyes glancing between you and Ace.

“Great!” Ace was cheerful and enthusiastic as he spoke to Ali, but he kept his hand protectively over you.

“Awesome!” Ali said, turning back to you. “There’s a lot of information we need to go over, but the most important is that bracelet. It’s yours now. Keep it on unless you need to use your devil fruit powers.”

“Wait, what? Why?” you asked, looking at the sea prism bracelet.

“Logia users are at the highest risk of a failed pregnancy. Your body goes through extreme changes and isn’t even always solid sometimes. You may be able to handle those changes like it’s nothing, but a baby can’t.

“We recommend you keep your ability usage down to around 15 minutes over an hour span between months two through four. I’m guessing your body has been having some weird reactions over the past few weeks? The pregnancy would be the reason for it. Keeping that bracelet on should help negate those adverse effects, as well as clear up any major nausea and major sickness you’ve been having.”

“Wow,” you whispered. “I had no idea. That makes so much sense.”

“Between months five and nine,” Ali continued on, handing Ace a pamphlet. “We recommend no ability usage at all unless absolutely imperative circumstances. It’s very dangerous to the baby for the mother to use powers during that time. That bracelet will be your absolute best friend over the next few months. I hope you like green!”

You gave a light laugh as you continued to stare at the bracelet, but you could feel dread bubbling up inside you. If you couldn’t use your powers, you weren’t sure how much help you would be at any time over the next few months, for Ace or for your family.

“I’m sure you’re worried about losing the bracelet,” Ali said, misunderstanding your unease. “We’ll give you a bag with two more in it, just in case one breaks or gets lost. And you can always come back to this clinic or any clinic on the Grand Line, most of them have a form of this in stock.”

“What about the baby?” Ace asked. “You said months two through four she should only be using her devil fruit powers 15 minutes an hour, but we’re on month three. Is there anything to be worried about?”

“We’ll do a routine checkup,” Ali said, turning to look at you. “But months two through four are more for the mother's sake. Preparing you to not be reliant on your powers as well as keeping the sickness at bay.”

You gave a nod, but your hand reached out to find Ace’s again. This was too much information. There was no way you would remember it all. He gripped your hand reassuringly, giving you an encouraging squeeze every now and then as Ali rambled through more specific deatils.

She went over hundreds of other pieces of information, each thing coming with its own pamphlet or handout. Where to get checkups, how to get proper nutrition, things to look out for and things that were completely normal. It was overwhelming, and by the end of it, your head was spinning.

The two of you walked out of the clinic, hands full of vitamins, appointment schedules, and the results of a healthy baby. It felt like an eternity ago that Thatch had died, and you wanted to cry remembering he was gone. How had you already forgotten so quickly?

As you and Ace walked back to the boat, you passed a board full of bounty posters.

“Hey!” Ace called you back to the board. “Our bounties went up.”

You scowled. “We didn’t even do anything!”

He gave you a wicked grin. “They probably assumed the masterminds were involved in the embargo Thatch did the other week.”

His face fell at the mention of his fellow commander. It was clear that he had forgotten too. You walked back to the board, trying not to think about it too hard. Now was not the time for sadness. It was time for revenge.

“What are they now?” You scanned the board, looking for your bounty poster. Both you and Ace had gotten updated photos after the Marine Ball incident, and it took a second to find them.

“You’re at 550 million!?” you whispered, thoroughly impressed. Six months ago he hadn’t even been at a million, and now he was over halfway to a billion.

“And you’re 790 million,” Ace smirked, nudging you playfully. “Look at you go.”

You rolled your eyes. “The Navy only sees Newgate.”

Ace pulled down your poster and shoved it in his pocket, and he stared at the board again, his mouth hanging wide open.

“What?” you asked, looking where your poster had been.

A straw hat. Not just any straw hat. Uncle Red’s old straw hat. The one he had promised to you years and years ago.

“Hey!” you shouted. “I know that hat!”

“You know that hat?” Ace yelled back, his enthusiasm growing. “I know that kid! That’s Luffy!”

“Luffy?!” You looked back at the poster. Monkey D. Luffy. Ace’s little brother.

You looked at him. “You’re telling me that your little brother stole my hat? Your family just keeps stealing all the stuff that was promised to me!”

He laughed at your joke, and you found yourself laughing along too. It had been a long time since you had thought about your promised position in a bitter way, and an even longer time since you had thought about that hat.

“We should go see him,” Ace offered wistfully. “I was browsing the papers while you were with the nurse. Sounds like Teach was heading back to Paradise to form a crew.”

“Man, it’s been forever since I’ve been to Paradise.” You pulled down Luffy’s bounty poster, examining it as you walked. “You know Luffy already has a higher bounty than you did a few months ago, right?”

Ace groaned and shook his head. “The Navy is different with rookies now than they used to be. They don’t underestimate them anymore.”

“Or maybe he’s just stronger,” you said, sending him a cheesy grin as he rolled his eyes.

“Come on.” He snatched Luffy’s poster out of your hand, but gingerly folded it up and placed it in his pocket. “We’ve got a pirate to find.”

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 8 months

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xavier x addams reader where she does witchy things and xavier is totally whipped for her

Ahh I miss writing for this fandom! Wednesday is one of my favorite fandom to write for (especially addams!reader) <3 Where is everyone?

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‘’Hand me the crow skull.’’

Xavier scanned across the table for the skull and handed it to you. There was a small — and overpriced — witchcraft store in Jericho, but he had a feeling you had gotten it yourself from a dead crow. The thought sent shivers down his back and impressed him at the same time.

‘’What is it that you’re doing exactly?’’ he asked, his spiritualism and witchcraft practice knowledge not as advanced as yours.

Before you, a pentacle had been drawn with some lit candles around it, turning an old table into your altar. In the middle of the pentacle, you had superpositioned some bones along with a piece of fabric, turning the Nightshades library into your personal sanctuary.

If Principal Weems ever found out, she would shut down all activities and confiscate all of your material. Although Nevermore was a school for outcasts of all kinds, witchcraft practice outside classes was strictly forbidden.

‘’Spying on my enemies,’’ you replied as you placed the small crow skull on top of the stacked bones. ‘’I suspect Bianca is planning to sabotage the Black Cats’ boat for tomorrow's Poe Cup.’’

‘’She sabotages everyone's boats every year. This is nothing new,’’ Xavier said, already feeling defeated although the competition was tomorrow.

Somehow, only Bianca's boat make it back across the lake every year. Everyone else end up in the lake. It's too strange to be a coincidence or a fair win.

‘’Her little plans won’t be going accordingly this year. Wednesday made me swear on our great aunt Calpurnia’s grave that I would make sure Bianca wouldn’t sabotage her team’s boat. Unfortunately, a protection spell on their boat would be too obvious, but I can figure out her plans with a little crow's eye.’’

Xavier drew his eyebrows. ‘’A crow’s eye?’’

You hummed, then grabbed a handful of white grains and asked Xavier to move. ‘’Step back, mon amour, I wouldn’t want to injure you. It’s gonna blow up.’’

Getting the message, Xavier took a few steps back and watched from a safe distance.

‘’Wings of Titania,’’ you began, sprinkling white grains around the bones,’’bear mine eyes aloft as I bid thee.’’ You dropped the rest of the white grains and all that was inside the pentagram blew up, your eyes turning white as your head tilted back the same way your sister would when getting a vision.

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alipopsie · 10 months

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I was trying to go back to sleep but I couldn't rest til I made this

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deluweil · 11 months

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I have burning Buck and Eddie questions,

I mean, I've come to terms with the bad storytelling, the repeated patterns and unfinished, at least in a satisfying way, thoughts displayed on the screen for the entire characters. (Hen's medical adventure, the friction that was between Buck and Chimney, Athena's dad, Bobby and Athena's honey moon (you can't tell me that that frame out of nowhere in the end of the episode said anything, it looked like it slipped in accidentally in editing.) and so many other things that will take me at least two posts to cover.)

But back to my Buck and Eddie questions,

Why?

Why have that couch flirting convo in the beginning of the season?

Why this entire domestic vibe? The fully baked lasagna after three tries? - It was perfect and it was ready and it smelled great.

In parallel to Marina from Station 19, when Maya (this very season) while in therapy, brought Carina a lasagna that gave her food poisoning. Because she was in a hurry when she baked it, that she brought it to Carina before it was ready.

Which, in correct writing world, means Carina and Maya are at a stage they're are not ready to get back together, they need a little more baking (Maya, more time in therapy, and Carina to trust her again) before they are fully baked - ready to get back together.

Buck's lasagna was perfectly cooked! And he served it to Eddie and Christopher.

Is that to say that the lightning strike spoiled Buck? (who apparently is the lasagna in this analogy somehow) and suddenly he's not ready anymore? Maybe he needs one more try before getting with Eddie? but that's beyond three tries - Abby, Ali, Taylor. Death girl makes four, so wth?

Is Marisol representing third try? Shannon, Ana, Marisol. I that what we're waiting for?

Because Eddie seemed ready, after the hospital, after roaming the halls like a ghost until Buck returned to him. - And in full, because they drew so close together after that, to the point that Eddie and Christopher spent their extra time with Buck, in his loft, on the wooden chairs at that wooden table, and none of it seems comfortable, and there's no couch, but Buck was home.

They were comfortable and happy with him.

And he is comfortable with them, happy to have them there.

He couldn't find the peace and quiet and space to heal in his own apartment, it kept getting intruded (I'll circle back to that later) so he found his refuge at Eddie's, he was asleep the second he rested on Eddie's couch, Eddie is home, Eddie is safe.

And the writers made it a glaring point that IT IS Eddie, because Christopher isn't part of the scene, so it's not the second parent here, it's Eddie's partner, his not yet but should be spouse.

In 6x13, we have the glaring parallel between Denny's bio father with Hen and Karen finding out, to Buck being entrusted with Christopher without needing Eddie there to supervise. (going all the way to S3 btw.)

What was that??

Now if it was the only interaction for that episode, I'd chalk that up to fathers and father figures and leave it at that.

But it wasn't - It was preceded by a freakishly domestic scene with all three of them and that POKER DATE - Because it was a date and you can't tell me otherwise.

Both unbelievably dressed up, Eddie looking at Buck like he's his entire world, like he's the only one in that room!

And he timed the exact time down to the second (like Chimney timed the time it would take help to arrive if Maddie gave birth at home and something went wrong) that Buck was dead. - The exact time Buck left Eddie, broken hearted, not breathing, looking like someone ripped his heart out and wheeled it away with Buck.

And Buck looked just as smitten in that poker game, he was having a good time, and seemed completely in awe of this new piece of information about Eddie.

He also glances back a bit in Eddie's direction when he says the exact time Buck was dead, if they were alone, would Buck have asked him or tell him like Maddie told Chimney? "You timed it." - Because that was the essence of that look.

What was the point of that episode??? - It cemented the Buckley-Diaz family so hard, that it was so hard to ignore.

But Eddie says in that episode, when the three were sitting together and he went full-Buck on the research of the side effects of lightning strikes victims. - He says that there was a guy who was struck by lightning and "the lights would turn on and off every time he walked into a room."

Which is the definition of how Eddie sees Buck, especially now after he died and came back and let them drew him closer to the Diaz boys.

But Eddie also said "But it didn't last." - "Only lasted a few weeks."

A few weeks, until Buck met Natalia - who "sees" him.

In between, we have Pepa trying to set Eddie up, but (aside from the fact that Buck's reaction was to ghost her) he wanted to let Venessa down easy, but she beat him to it.

When he says "You don't want to break abuela's heart."

She answers, "Or mine. You understand."

And he did, he does understand. And he was content to move on from there, thinking he wasn't alone, until the funeral scene and then the cemetery where Buck snuffs completely that light he brought with him and tells Eddie that Natalia "sees" him, better than anyone, better than himself.

Was that the writers way to tell us that it was pining Eddie era? that Buck is in crisis?

Because after Eddie was shot he got together pretty immediately with Taylor, after Eddie left he kissed Lucy, now he's dating Natalia after almost dying? A death doula? talk about morbid.

What was the point of that romance? If you can call it that?

In between we have wedding talks, and smores, and Christopher falling asleep on the couch while Eddie goes to get some smores in perfect imitation of Buck, and buddie sitting impossibly closer in the truck while talking about proposals and that damned camera moving to Eddie and Buck when Bobby says "It means you two were meant to be." - Like WTF?

Also, Why would we like Natalia for Buck if her reaction to learning about his life is to walk away as fast as her legs would take her??

And remember when I talked about intruding in the beginning (in connection to 6x12)? Well here we are again.

We have at first Cameron barging in (like Connor, in 6x12) and load all her problems with the other problem child in her life and then in 6x18, Buck leaves the door open for the paramedics, but Natalia barges in through the doors, and then also goes as far as asking if they shouldn't wait for the professionals, either forgetting Buck is a firefighter and is trained for it or doubting him even before they started something together, instead of asking him "have you done this before?" or "Do you know what you're doing?"

That would have gone over way better than looking for outside help inside someone else's apartment who gives you clear instructions of how you can help, it's pretty obvious that he at least half knows what he's doing.

And what the hell was it that made him ask the woman who not, say around three hours ago? came back into his life after leaving him to his mess (Ana, anyone?), to pick out a couch with him?? like wtf?

Like what was the point of it?

Now that I've covered Buck, I'm back to heartbroken Eddie, and don't tell me he wasn't on some level. That look he gave Buck at the cemetery, tells a long and painful story, the one where the bottom line is that he is not enough.

For the first time, in a really long time, Eddie is not enough to the one person who made him feel like he's everything.

Buck saved his life more than once, he SAT with him when he was going through A HARD TIME! (bathena parallels - scream with me!)

What is happening?

In complete rehearse of S4 - Eddie is going for help to everyone but Buck.

This time, it takes the shape of Bobby, on that father in-law, trip to the hardware store, where Bobby gives Eddie the right answer, but Eddie is not ready, not willing or doesn't think it will help to accept it.

Because that person that Bobby was paralleling to Athena ( in a vague way, of course) is Buck, and Eddie knows that too. - He says "So you definitely weren't looking for it." Eddie didn't look for Buck, he found him, he made Buck like him, made him his friend, his co-parent, his pretty much everything.

Because without Buck, Eddie has always floundered, looking for some anchor in the dark, whichever form it may come. - And while Ana came out of nowhere and Eddie was not yet aware of the potential of him and Buck and was stuck in the heteronormative narrative of a "Boy needs his momma" concept, he's well aware now.

Without Buck to steady him, he clings to the next person, who is "right in front" of him, and that is Marisol. It doesn't make her right for him, it just makes her there.

Now, how in the hell did they exchange numbers but talked for the first time weeks after everyone healed (except for Buck, somehow, lol), when in 6x17 Eddie was walking away, is beyond me, maybe telepathically. 🤷‍♂️ - And that "Like a date?" - that awkward first conversation is incomprehensible to me, you've talked, you've exchanged numbers, why does it feel like it's the first time?

Also that rescue in 6x18, I have a lot of medical and procedural questions about that half baked (like Maya's lasagna) scene, but what bugged me the most, was the lack of emotion.

Buck's entire family was in danger, and Buck is being entirely too cold about it? No. Buck wears his heart on his sleeve.

So where is the checking on Eddie as soon as possible, just to make sure he's breathing normally? Where's the hovering over Bobby?

Or going in the ambulance with Chimney? Or calling his sister? Why is Athena the one handling Eddie so gently, but not his best friend?

Where is the emotion? In season 1 Buck said he didn't want to be that red eyed robot, he wanted to be able to feel everything, where did that go? Has Buck resorted to working with his head instead of his heart? Is that the reverting back to Buck 1.0? Not because Buck 1.0 didn't feel anything, it's that he didn't want to get close to anyone who could leave him.

Is that what it is? Because the only real emotion Oliver gave us for that episode, was when held Buck's baby for that split second then handed him to Cameron. - There, and gone.

Now both JLH and Oliver stark are masters at making people FEEL things, tear up with them, why not here? What was the mechanics behind that emergency?

It wasn't interim captain Buck - that was Hen ("Hen that's you"), So what was that??

I have so many question, a lot of WHY, and WHAT, and WTF?? and a variety of WH questions. My mind is a confused mess, if buddie is nonexistent, explain this to me.

Go back to that gut wrenching scene in 2x08 (BUCK ACTUALLY) and make that journey with me up to those confusing 15 minutes of 6x18. - And explain this to me in a way that doesn't sound like stubborn blindness among other things, how buddie is only in our heads?!

If you've managed to get this far, thank you.

Sorry if I insulted someone but seriously this is driving me crazy.

Sending comforting hugs to this beautiful and nutty fandom 🤗❤

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skyward-floored · 3 days

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Lost (as in the nickname for my one Link) content, here we gooooo (even though he's not physically here). Vaati is a placeholder name since [evil purple guy] was getting really old.

...

The low chatter of her council members barely reached Zelda’s ears, the only thing stopping her from standing up and bolting out of the room being Impa’s steady presence at her side. She knew they needed to have this meeting, but the thought of discussing what to do about the... threat, threatened to make her ill.

“Silence please,” Impa said, giving her cane a rap on the floor. “We have business to attend to. I’m sure you all know why we’re here.”

Zelda took a slow breath in, steeling herself for the words about to come out of Impa’s mouth.

“The Hero has been corrupted.”

The room went into an uproar but Zelda barely heard it, biting her lip so hard it nearly drew blood. Link, her best knight, her best friend, and really only friend aside from Impa, had been twisted into little more than a puppet for the forces of darkness to use as they pleased.

She felt distantly like she was going to throw up.

“—doesn’t even have the blade! Are we certain the boy is the Hero?” one of her councilors boomed, “for all we know Vaati merely created a lookalike of our best knight to frighten us! Are we even certain the boy is still ali—“

“That’s quite enough,” Impa said sternly, then placed a gentle hand on Zelda’s shoulder. “We have firsthand reports of what happened, Sir Link is who has been corrupted.”

“But how do we even know if he is the Hero?” one of the women shouted, and Impa sighed.

“He would not have been corrupted if he were not,” she said gravely. “Sir Rowan’s account stated that Link was the only one who was explicitly targeted. Somehow Vaati knew of Link’s potential to pull the blade, and exploited it. We cannot count on the Hero to save us now.”

The room went suddenly quiet, the emotion of the room turned abruptly from uproar to fear. The council’s gazes turned to their princess, looking for direction on what to do, and Zelda didn’t know what to tell them.

Impa gave Zelda’s shoulder a comforting squeeze, and the princess swallowed down her emotions in order to speak.

“We will need to enact a plan to deal with this threat,” she said steadily, slowly breathing out. “We will strengthen our defenses, and alert our allies to the possible danger. There have been reports of increased monster activity, doubtless Vaati’s doing, so we will deal with them accordingly.”

“And what of the Hero?” one of her councilmen asked.

Zelda swallowed.

“We will send out a description of him, and a warning about what has happened,” she said calmly. “But if... if he’s found, we must aim for capture, not... nothing else, as of now. We don’t know exactly what the enemy has done to him, but perhaps... perhaps we can still save him.”

Her voice wavered minutely on the last sentence, and Impa shortly dismissed the meeting, ushering Zelda back to her rooms. The walk there was a blur, and soon enough she found herself standing by her desk, staring blankly out the window.

The bright rays of sunset shining on her face seemed unfair.

“Your highness?” Impa asked after a minute, and Zelda closed her eyes.

“It was my idea to send the knights to the woods,” she whispered. Impa didn't reply, and Zelda wrapped her arms around herself. “I thought my dream was pointing us there. That by acting first it would protect against the darkness. But all it did was lose us our best knights, take away our strongest rsources. And...”

Zelda’s voice cracked, and a tear fell down her cheek without her permission.

“We’ve lost Link,” she choked out. “I sent him there Impa, he trusted me, and I sent him to his destruction, he’s... I don’t even know if there’s a way to get him back.”

“Your highness, you cannot blame yourself,” Impa said in a voice equally gentle and firm. “This was out of your control.“

“But it if I hadn’t sent him he would still be here,” Zelda said, another tear falling down her cheek. “What if he can’t be saved, Impa? What kind of ruler am I to doom my kingdom to darkness, and send my best friend to his death?"

The last word was punctuated by a sob, and Impa was silent a moment, tapping a quiet finger along her cane.

“Zelda,” she said finally, and the princess sniffled, looking at her through her tears. “I believe there is a way we may yet be able to stop this darkness. As well as save Link.”

Hope faintly flickered in Zelda’s heart. “Truly?”

“Indeed. If I'm recalling the old legends correctly... well. We shall see,” she said thoughtfully, then turned to Zelda with a gentle look. “Come Princess, dry your tears. Link may yet be saved. But you must see clearly to do so.”

Zelda wiped her eyes, and Impa drew her into a short embrace, silence falling between them as Zelda calmed herself. Impa was right, she needed to calm down and think clearly.

Link needed her, and she couldn't help him if she was busy crying over him.

Zelda sighed, and Impa patted her cheek as she drew back. “Now. I need to gather some things so we can properly decide our course," she said, and gave Zelda a sad smile. "...Try and get some rest in the meantime, princess. It's been a long day for us all."

Zelda nodded, and Impa gave her a long look before finally stepping back, and leaving her quarters.

Zelda breathed out as the door closed behind her, and she looked around her room, before stepping out onto her balcony. A cool breeze greeted her, sending strands of blonde hair into her face, and Zelda looked up at the sky, her chest tightening as she remembered how Link had knelt here only days before, promising her he'd be careful.

The wind blew again, and Zelda's damp cheeks felt cold.

Link... stay strong, she quietly prayed, watching as the last of the sunlight disappeared from the sky. Hold on for me.

Hold on for us all.

#I have lots of thoughts about this story but...#this is about as coherent as it gets XD but feel free to poke me if you've got questions #legend of zelda #legend of zelda au #Lost #writing from the floor #Zelda: and now we will tuck away all of these devastating feelings away and think about them no more :)))#Impa: ...your highness that is not what I meant #don't worry though she gets a real good cry #...later. much later

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albertasunrise · 1 year

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Hope - Hope in Heartbreak

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Summary: After Joel loses his wife and your best friend during childbirth. You support him as he takes on parenthood on his own at 22. But when feelings start to develop, you battle with the guilt you feel for falling for your best friend’s husband.

Relationships: Joel Miller x Reader

Warnings: Like AO3 I choose to give none. Read at own risk. 18+… this is to avoid spoilers! (So first chapter's a little short but I promise its building... Gonna be away for a few days one a work trip but will try get some more updates out in a few days)

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Joel wasn't sure how he'd made it home. His eyes glanced between the road and the seat strapped into the passenger seat. The tiny little life within it sleeping away and completely unaware of the circumstances for how she'd gotten there. His eyes we red and raw from crying. His cheeks were swollen and his lips split from his constant chewing of them.

How was he going to do this?

How was he supposed to take care of a newborn on his own?

As his house came into view and he pulled onto the empty driveway, he scraped a hand over his face and let out a shaky breath.

"Okay, baby girl." He said to the tiny thing beside him "We're home." He sighed, glancing down at her and smiling as he looked up at him with her dark eyes "It's just you and me now sweetheart." He sighed as he scooped her up and pulled her close to his chest "But we're gonna be okay."

Sarah simply yawned, her head safely nestled in his shoulder. He allowed himself to smile at her before carefully getting out of his truck and grabbing her bag from the backseat. He was even more careful when opening the front door. Every action was as smooth as he could make it as he held onto his delicate daughter like she were glass.

"Surprise!" Came a small voice and he turned in shock to see you standing there with a stuffed bear in your arms and a banner saying 'Welcome Home Sarah' hanging above your head.

Joel stood in stunned silence as he stared at you. His stomach turned as he took in how excited you were and happy to see him. Then your eyes started to study the space behind him and your brows drew together as you asked him the question he'd known was coming.

"Where's Ali?"

Joel choked. The tears he thought had all but dried up returned with a vengeance and he held his daughter tighter as his knees gave out. Sobbing silently as he cradled her close. He flinched slightly at the feeling of you wrapping your arms around him but he was soon allowing himself to melt into the embrace as he sought out your comfort.

"I can't do this." He choked, his head buried in the junction between your neck and shoulder.

"Yes, you can Joel.' You said as you rubbed his back in an attempt to soothe his cries.

"I c-can't."

"Yes, you can." You repeated "But just to be sure, I'll stick around and help." You finished, smiling when he pulled his head back to look at you "I'm here for you Joel." You reaffirmed "Every step of the way."

All he could do in reply was nod as his tears came back and swept him away. You pulled Sarah from his arms when she started to cry. Rocking her gently as you helped him prepare a bottle for her. You couldn't help but pick out all of Alison's features in the child in your arms. Her nose and chin were the ones that stuck out the most. Then, when Joel was done, you handed her back to him and sat with him as he fed her. Smiling encouragingly at him as he did it.

You were going to do everything you could for him. You knew that's what Ali would have wanted. What you hadn't anticipated though, was how you'd feel in the months that were to come.

You were going to fall in love with your best friend's husband.

"Someone's hungry this mornin'" Joel chucked as Sarah suckled greedily at her bottle "Fightin' off those ghosts while you're at it, baby girl?"

"She full-on kicked me in the boob last night when I fed her." You chuckled as you placed a steaming hot mug of coffee in front of Joel "Girl's a born Ninja I swear."

Joel grinned up at you, his eyes shining with genuine joy and it warmed your heart to see it. He loved his daughter. Doted on everything she did but he missed his wife terribly. You had temporarily moved in to help him with Sarah and had heard him sobbing to himself at night. Caught glimpses of him holding his daughter as he cried over the loss of her mother.

A month had passed since that fateful day however and he smiled a little more every day. You lived for the moments you could pull a laugh from him. A warm washing over you each and every time.

"So I thought we could take Sarah to meet Tommy this weekend." Joel piped up, pulling you from your thoughts "He's back for a few months and I really want him to meet her before he's sent off again."

"That sounds like a wonderful idea Joel." You said sweetly as you sipped at your coffee "I can head back to mine whilst you're out. Make sure my plants are still alive and whatnot." You chuckled.

"Right... Sure..." Joel trailed off and your brows pulled together in confusion at his reply.

"Everything okay?"

"Mhmm?" Joel replied as he sat Sarah up to burp her.

"Joel?" You pushed "You're a crappy liar."

"I just..." He trailed off again as he placed Sarah against his chest again and rested his cheek on the crown of her head "Well I just kinda thought you'd come with me."

"Do you want me to?"

"Only if you want to." Joel responded, shrugging slightly.

"Joel... Do you want me to come with you to visit Tommy?" You said softly and he nodded shyly.

"Then I'll come!" You replied "I'll swing by mine on the way home from work. Need to grab some clothes anyway. Will make sure Mrs Mills hasn't drowned them again and then I'll be back in time for dinner."

"You sure?" Joel asked and your heart squeezed at how vulnerable he sounded.

"I'm sure Joel." You replied with a smile, chuckling when you saw him relax.

"I just... I don't want you to feel like you have to do shit for me." He sighed, suddenly feeling guilty for all the help you'd bestowed on him in the past month "I know you got your own life and you're probably sick of me now but-"

"Joel!" You stopped him dead in his tracks "I offered to be here to help you." You stated plainly "I know that its what Ali would have wanted me to do and I am happy to do it." You paused to take his now empty mug and refill it along with your own "I just assumed you'd wanna see Tommy on your own. If you want me to come then I would love to!"

"You sure?" Joel pushed again and you rolled your eyes.

"You ask me if I'm sure one more time... I'll change my mind."

You finished your second coffee and then left for work. Joel then spent the day getting little things done whilst Sarah slept. By the time she had woken up for her afternoon feed, he had done two loads of washing and had finished the dishes. Then, after feeding her and sitting to read a little of his book to her till she fell asleep, he then made a start on prepping the ingredients for dinner.

He was impressed with how well he had fallen into a routine. But he did wonder how he was going to cope when he inevitably had to go back to work. Being the boss had its perks. His guys had all said to take as much time as he needed to but he had bills to pay and mouths to feed. He couldn't stay home forever.

He had grown used to you being here. Before Ali had died, he and you had never really spent all that much time together but this past month had shown him why you and his wife had been so close. You were wonderful. Kind and selfless. Jumping in to support a man you barely knew when he was left windowed with a newborn and no idea what to do.

He had always prided himself on having his shit together. Sure he had married young but when you know you know. He had taken over his father's construction company when he had died the year before and had quickly learned how to run the business the way his father would have wanted.

Now at twenty-two he owned a nice house and had money in the bank but he was a single father with no idea what he was going to do when you inevitably returned to your regular life. He was sure that the day that happened, everything would crash and burns. But he couldn't be selfish. He had to learn to cope on his own.

You sat and watched as Joel changed his daughter's diaper. He always talked and sang to her as he did it and she lapped it up. He was a natural father, even if he couldn't see it himself.

"He's doin' good, all things considered." Said Tommy as he sat down beside you and handed you an ice-cold can of cola.

"He's a natural."

"He'd be a mess without you though." The younger Miller stated and you shrugged.

"I've helped a little."

"A little?" Tommy scoffed "From what he told me... You've been his rock since Ali died."

"He said that?" You asked, your eyes widening at the man's statement.

Tommy nodded as he took a sip of his drink "Mhmm... Said without you. He dunno how he'd have coped."

Your teary eyes drifted back to Joel who was blowing raspberries on Sarah's tummy. Your heart swelled at the sight. Him and her laughing. Carefree and without worry. It stirred something inside of you that scared you. Something that you didn't want to put a name to... because it was wrong.

"Thank you." Tommy piped up after a brief pause "It's good to know he's got you to keep him up."

"He'll always have me." You stated, giving the younger man a small nod "It's what Ali would have wanted."

Your conversation was interrupted by Joel as he carried a sleepy baby over to the two of you.

"Think this one is ready for her nap." He stated and you stood, taking her from him and smiling down at her.

"I'll put her down. You two catch up."

Joel watched as you carried Sarah out of the room and put her down in Tommy's bedroom where the travel cot was currently set up. A smile painted his lips as he thought about how good you were with his daughter.

"She's a great gaL." Tommy piped up and Joel nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, she is."

"She's good for you." The younger man chuckled and this grabbed Joel's attention.

"What'd ya mean?"

"I mean there's nothing wrong in moving on Brother." Tommy stated simply "She obviously cares for you and she's great with Sarah..."

"My wife just died." The older man grumbled "Her best friend!" He continued "She's helping me out... That's it. No feelings there."

"You sure?" Tommy pushed and Joel's expression hardened "I mean. You seem to be really happy with her and I-"

"She is helping me out." Joel repeated, his tone steady as he glared at his brother "I don't have feelin's for her. I appreciate her helping me out but we'll never be anything more than friends."

Tommy threw his hands up in mock surrender. Knowing there was no point pushing the matter. He did know though that his brother felt something for you. Even if he wasn't willing to admit it to himself right now.

...

You were just making your way back when you caught the tail end of their conversation. Tommy's voice floated through the air as you stopped just outside the doorway.

"You seem to be really happy with her and I-"

"She is helping me out." You heard Joel say "I don't have feelin's for her. I appreciate her helping me out but we'll never be anything more than friends."

His statement stung more than you'd anticipated and you felt tears form in your eyes as you took a shaky step back and covered your mouth in an attempt to stifle the sob that threatened to escape. You internally scolded yourself for your reaction. You knew that this was just a friend helping a friend. That he didn't see you as anything more than that but to hear it voiced was so much worse. You tried desperately to try and wipe away the tears that you'd failed to keep at bay. Sarah crying then brought a sigh of relief from you.

You made your way back to her and scooped her up, bouncing her in your arms. Her cries started to quieten and she was reduced to the occasional sniff and a wobbling lip. Something she'd definitely inherited from her dad.

"What was all the noise for hmm?" You asked as you placed a sweet kiss on her brow "No more tears sweet girl." You whispered as you rocked her gently "Can't both be crying." You chuckled wetly.

Sarah just stared at you then as you perched yourself on the edge of Tommy's bed. Her little brow furrowed as she seemed to wait for you to elaborate.

"Not even sure why I'm crying." You sighed "Just heard some stuff your dad said and it got to me I guess. I mean... I dunno. Just being silly I guess."

Sarah smiled at you and you chuckled.

"You're not supposed to agree with me!" You stood again then as her eyes started to flutter closed again and you placed her gently in her crib "Sleep now sweetheart... I'll be here when you wake up."

...

Tommy entered the lounge again to find Joel staring at a photo of the two of them and Ali. It had been taken on his wedding day to her. She'd demanded the photographer take one so that Tommy could take it with him when he was deployed. It sat proudly on his mantle beside a photo of Sarah.

"Where did you get this?" He asked as he pointed at the picture in question.

"Your uh... Well, your lady friend mailed it to me." Tommy stated "Came with a little note. Telling me when she was born and her weight and everything."

"I uh... I didn't know she did that."

"Thought you wouldn't mind if I did." You piped up as you reentered the room "You had a lot going on but I came across Tommy's address so I snapped one with my Polaroid and mailed it to him." You finished with a smile.

"Thanks." He replied, brows mirroring Sarah's from a few minutes ago.

"No problem." You replied with a shrug before grabbing your drink and taking a long pull of it.

Tommy stood to the side, watching the interaction with a heavy heart. See, he had heard what you'd said to Sarah. Knew that you'd heard what Joel had said about you. He could see that the two of you were denying that although this had started off as a friend supporting another friend, it had developed into more.

He just hoped one of you would see it sooner or later. Before this ended in heartbreak.

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This took a hard kink into mommy land that’s all— the return of Dornish!reader and trashbaby!Aegon

Half-mad in love

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Mommy kink, tit sucking, cunnilingus, mommy dom/baby sub, slutty pet names AGAIN, v!fingering, general angst, dumbass raccoon Aegon, dornish reader is a bit dark, frottage, premature ejaculation, general filth

You sipped on some Dornish Red in the Martell’s grand tent. Aliandra, although merely a girl, loved men. Therefore with strict supervision under Ser Lyonel handsome knights of Reyne, Buckler, and Caswell entertained the princess. You snorted behind your cup, thoroughly enjoying the cock-measuring contest. The men were simple if they thought this was anything more than a mummer’s play.

You casually pulled down your thick hair from the pins holding it up, letting it cascade down your shoulders. The boy of Caswell’s eyes flickered over to you— throat bobbing. The long night would come again before you’d remotely consider the dunce. You drained your cup and an attendant dutifully refilled it. It was mid-tourney and you were bored.

The dragon prince you’d bedded had averted his gaze and kept far away from you after the incident in the woods. Aliandra’s cousin Taron dryly remarked, “The fires of hell are hotter than the dragon’s flame.” You shrugged and kept your eye out for another bedmate. So far the Arryn of Gulltown had been a decent lay. Still your mind crept back to teary violet eyes and trembling lips.

You’d never experienced such a pretty sight. His whines, uttered pleas, and sheer need. You crossed your legs to stop the burgeoning ache in your loins. Picking at your silks, you thought of the prince’s less desirable traits to dissuade your impulsive thinking.

Another cup of wine down and you were quite drowsy and tipsy. Aliandra had reached her peak too, giving each of the knights a kiss on the cheek. Lyonel glared them down, a sturdy hand on the pommel of Dawn. The sleepy girl questioned, “Did you not like them?”

Changing into your sleep linens you shrugged, “Too green.”

Her brown eyes sparkled and the princess teased, “Does the hellmaid yearn for the prince?” Your spine straightened and you snapped out a no. Aliandra sing-songed a ribald tune about riding dragons. You began to laugh while ushering her to bed.

Ali laid back, staring at you. She yawned, “Maybe you should chase him down.”

“Maybe you should sleep silly thing,” you chided, tucking dark tresses behind her ear. You kissed the princess on the forehead and blew out the candle. You padded to the main section, searching for some water to drink. Taron played cards with young Bryn Yronwood, the two drunk as skunks. Taron laughed, “The dragon slayer!”

You narrowed your eyes and snapped at the attendant for some refreshment. You gulped down the water, ignoring the two idiots. A swish from the the main entrance drew your eyes. One of the Cargylls stood politely at the entrance. Lyonel— dozing on the pillows gruffed, “Yes? Is it something urgent Ser?”

The twin nodded and replied, “The Prince Aegon requires Lady Uller’s presence in his tent.”

Taron and Bryn giggled like girls, you and Ser Dayne sharing a look. You raised a brow and asked, “Any other information that could be offered? Being from Hellholt I do not always expect hospitality from dragons.” The white knight fought back a smirk.

“Ah- The Prince simply requires your company and attentions,” the knight almost looked bashful.

You deadpanned, “So Aegon sent you here to tell me that he wants his cock wet?”

More laughter rumbled about.

With a shrug you turned to the rest of the Dornish company, “Well off to see the dragon! Men, don’t get too rowdy without me. Lead the way Ser Cargyll.” The man bowed his head and held open the heavy curtain for you. You slipped on some espadrilles and followed along.

The Kingsguard bluntly stated, “He’s in quite a mood. Drunken tantrums. Then he requested you. I don’t dare to assume what goes on in the man’s head.”

“A child more like. Tell me Ser Cargyll, has the Prince truly grown up past ten-and-three?,” you questioned. Aegon’s grand red tent with golden dragons adorning the frame came into view. You shivered with what lay inside. The knight brooded before finally answering, “Eh- not much m’lady. That’s all I shall say on the matter.”

You smoothed your hair back, steeling yourself for the mercurial princeling. Cargyll stopped outside, ushering you in with a vague gesture. So you’d face this alone. Inside was a wreck. What once was a perfectly fine space was littered with bottles and cups slammed around, broken glass, and upturned furniture. You wrinkled your nose in disgust at the childish display.

You gingerly stepped through the mess towards a bedroom setup. Slumped in the bed was the prince himself. He was bedraggled, bloody, and snoring. You crossed your arms and stared. Even in slumber, his face was wrought with emotions. Something pulled in your gut at the wretch. Twisting the vulnerable and unloved into your plaything was so very fun— an Uller blood curse you’d been told.

Aegon whimpered in his sleep, twisting and turning. He mumbled, “Mommy- don’t- m’sorry!” Your mouth split into a grin, suddenly very interested in his dream. Aegon rolled onto his belly, hips rutting into the down of the bed. He whimpered again, “Ah- mmh! Please mommy it hurts.”

At this point you couldn’t go any further without feeling too lecherous— which you were feeling plenty of. You carefully drew yourself onto the end of the bed, toeing off your shoes, and curling your feet under your legs. A shaking hand reached out to touch Aegon’s twitching calf.

Violent violet clashed with your own smoky eyes. Aegon bolted upright and gasped before stuttering, “W-Wha-What are you doing here?!” His chest heaved in shock, a hand running through his disheveled hair. You groused, “You had your guard dog come get me from my tent. Said you requested for me.”

Aegon’s hands cupped his reddened cheeks as he clenched his eyes shut. The blonde groaned, “Of fucking course I did. After thrashing the place I presume?” You smirked at the agonized Targaryen and murmured so very lowly, “And what a sight I came in to. Rutting and whining in the bed like a puppy, begging for mummy.”

Aegon’s annoyed expression turned into one of frantic shock. His lips gaping, brow furrowing, shifting through a range of emotions before stuttering, “N-no I was not! Lying Dornish wench.” You simply crawled further into the prince’s space, thoroughly enjoying his discomfort. Aegon trembled and weakly denied your claim, shaking his platinum curls.

You cocked your head, a sultry leer plastered on your face. Your hands untied the front of your linens, exposing your breasts to the panicking Aegon. The poor thing’s breath came out in a thin wheeze. You purred, “You’ve been such a bad boy— again. I thought you’d learn a semblance of manners after last time sweetling.”

Aegon’s composure broke, falling forward onto his belly, that empty head of his pillowed on your thighs. Violet eyes were glued onto your full tits, watery with need. Aegon mewled pitifully. You teased, “I know you need someone to show you some love, manners, how to be a good boy. Like a good mommy should.”

Aegon cried, “Pleaseplease yes mommy, wan’ be good!” His slim hips were desperately rutting into the mattress. You lightly slapped his cheek and tutted, “Stop humping filthy babe, you only get pleasure when I say you can. Got it?”

Aegon nodded eagerly, hands fisted into the bedding. You wrapped your hand into his knotted locks and hummed, “Do you think you’ll come all over yourself if mommy lets you suck her tits?” Aegon looked as if he were gonna sob— you knew he would spend too quickly but the wretch wanted a taste so, so, so bad.

The silver prince brokenly moaned, “M’sorry, forgive me, I don’t k-know,” a look of determination flitted over his soft features, “I can bounce back, won’ take long, please mommy.” You yanked his hair, a pained yelp filling the room. You jabbed, “Don’t need your cock to pleasure me. I’ll let you have a suck.”

You laid back, laughing easily, your hair strewn across the down like a halo. Crooking a finger, Aegon scrambled up your supple body. You grabbed his soft cheeks and pulled those plump lips to your own. The man whined into the kiss— struck enough to barely do anything but drool. You whispered, “Settle down sweetness, I’m not going anywhere. Hands on my waist.”

Purple eyes flickered down to your waiting tits but he dutifully placed his hands on your soft waist. Aegon slotted himself like between your legs, you moaning when you felt the dampness from his weeping cock. Aegon kissed you back, licking into your eager mouth. Your hand skated from his cheek to that pretty, pretty neck still mottled with faded bruises. Your tongues danced against eachother, lips sensually sliding with wet smacks.

Aegon’s hips trembled and twitched, you smacking a hand on his flank in warning. He whined into your mouth, “S’rry mommy.” The kissing resumed until you knew the babe was in agony— your bare slit’s own slick was mixing with his copious pre-spend. Your eyes rolled in ecstasy at the realization he still had breeches on. Poor horny pup.

Aegon drew back, spittle falling from his swollen lips. He mewled, “Can I? Please mommy? Jus’ a taste.”

“Go ahead sweetling. You may touch, rut, get it out.”

Like a feral animal his hands pawed and kneaded at your tits. You threw your head back with a breathy moan, sliding a palm to the nape of Aegon’s damp neck. You squeezed it gently, reminding the prince who ran the show. He mewled and suckled eagerly, thanking you in between gasps. The prince rutted against you, the soaked fabric of his breeches dragging against your sensitive bud.

You demurred, “So eager, poor baby just needed a tit.”

Aegon’s lips suckled at your breast, whining and grunting like he was hurt. His other hand groped before switching— the Targaryen couldn’t get enough. He cried out, “Ah- s’good mommy, thankyouthankthankyou mommy ngh!” Your lips tilted up at his pathetic tone, absolutely drunk in power. Heat flushed your body with an intense need coming over you. To have this prince, this dragon rider, mewling and sniffling from you set your body alight.

You yanked him back by platinum locks, Aegon whining, “Mommy nnno!” You shook your head and deftly untied his breeches, releasing the man’s cock with a wet slap. He hissed at the air hitting his flushed member, so full it was purple. You gripped his chin roughly and demanded, “Sweet boy, you’re gonna fuck me until you spend, and if I don’t come your pretty head better get between my thighs. Understood?”

Aegon’s glassy eyes bore into your own before he dumbly nodded. He murmured, “Yes mommy, anything f’you.” Lying back down, you pulled up your linens to expose your own puffy heat. The prince’s eyes rolled and his cock visibly dribbled more pre. With a wanton, absolutely whorish cry the prince entered you.

Your nails dug into his shoulder and moaned lowly at the snug fit. His cock filled you up nicely, pulsing and stretching your tight walls. Aegon sucked in breaths, pitiful little whines of ‘mommy’ on the exhale. You cooed darkly, “Relax sweet babe, hold it if you can.”

Aegon clenched his eyes closed and whispered, “M’sorry, don’t be mad, g’nna cum mommy you feel sooo good, fffuck s’warm!” You kissed his pouty mouth and thrusted into stilled hips, the princeling cumming with a wail. He dug his face into your tits and babbled, “Oh fuck! Gods! Mommy, mommy, oh gods it’s too much, ah I can’t!” You rubbed his back with a lecherous smirk, enjoying the seemingly endless load from the sobbing blonde.

Boneless and trembling, Aegon sniffled and slid out. You cocked your head and spread your legs to remind the pussy-drunk fool. He wiped his tears, pale face splotchy and red. He whimpered, “S’ry.” You smacked his thigh and snapped, “Stop apologizing, you’re doing fine. Now be a good babe and eat me out. You do know how to do that, right?”

Wide eyes, a low sob, and a shake of the head was the answer.

You idly wondered what the Cargyll knight thought of the wanton raucous echoing through the chambers. Shit- probably half of the camp could hear!

You sighed, “R’hllor bless you. Spoilt babe. Just get down there for now, I’ll show you.”

Aegon got onto his belly again, spreading your thick thighs with a squeeze. He murmured something unintelligible. You leaned up to direct the prince, stating, “You know how to finger a wench, so just do that but lick at my clit. Move around and when I get loud you’re doing something right.”

Aegon dove right into it. He slid two fingers into your soiled cunt, whining at the slick and spend coating his digits. “Crook up, use your damn mouth.” you breathed. Aegon whimpered, “Yes mommy.” Your toes curled when his pink lips sealed around your rosebud, deft fingers digging into your sweet spot. You cried out happily with an arch of your back.

“Good- ah R’hllor’s fires- good boy!”

Aegon flicked his tongue and entered his ring finger, sending your thighs to clamp around his neck. The prince gasped into your sex, moaning, “Yes mommy, don’t stop!” You laughed at the Targaryen whining like he was the one getting fingered. A good idea for later.

You were getting close, choosing to pluck at your hardened nipples to speed yourself along. Aegon swirled his tongue into a circular motion— you tightening all over in response. A slim hand gripped his hair and you howled, “That’s it! Don’t stop- FUCK!” Your body seized and you gushed onto the prince’s lewd embrace.

Aegon mewled, lapping and swallowing gluttonously. You writhed through the aftershocks, praising the quick learner of a Prince. Aegon’s wide eyes peered from between your legs. You’d paint a picture if you could of the sight. You hoarsely huffed, “What is it?”

Aegon asked, so very hopefully, “Did I do alright mommy?” His glazed eyes told you the babe was still fuck-dumb. You thumbed his chin and cooed, “Yes sweetling, did a great job.” He melted into you, still squeezing at your thighs.

With a sigh you called, “Come up here, princeling.” Aegon pressed his body next to yours, nuzzling his pale head into your tits, almost purring. He asked in a muffled tone, “Will you stay with me now?”

You frowned and stated, “No, I have to be back to my quarters at some point or Ser Lyonel will come swinging with Ali in tow.” Aegon pulled back and pouted. He grumbled, “Who cares, I’m a Targaryen.” Your lips stretched into a smarmy smile as you retorted, “Dorne does not submit fully to your family. If you need me so bad…fly down on your golden beast.”

Aegon declared, “I will. I swear on the wretched seven.” You patted his cheek and shook your head, “Silly princeling, just stick to your whores. Let us enjoy the time we have.” The Prince sniffled, tucking his face back into your pillowy chest. You rolled your eyes and idly scritched his scalp, thinking about unrealistic futures.

You’d leave when the dragon prince drifted off into sleep. Then the affair must end, your heart was destined for Dorne. No dragons, parades, and petty politics were in the fires of your future. Still you uttered, “Sweet thing, sweet sweet princeling.”

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authurials · 2 years

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𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐓.

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 . the gods have seen fit to punish you by way of the child you carry

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 . @holy-minseok

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 . 18+ situations, references to stillbirths, traumatic birthing experiences, slight gore, blood, and violence, heavy angst, no happy ending

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 . so this request was mostly in reference to king maegor and his wife, alys. i haven’t really written things like childbirth, particularly of this nature, before so i hope i did it somewhat justice. after this, i’ll be pushing out the second (and final) part to the weight of this heart before tackling a longer house of the dragon piece over on ao3--it’ll be a full length fic instead of just a one-shot or miniseries. any guesses on who it’s for? as always, remember to like, comment and reblog if you enjoy reading! do not repost/claim as your own please

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 you lost a child of yours and Daemon’s, the maester told you that these things happen; these things–as if the cold and bloody body of the babe they’d laid upon your heaving chest was a mere accident, an inconvenience. The babe had not felt like an inconvenience to you, it felt like a hot poker to the chest–shoved in deep, twisted until you felt like you couldn’t breathe. At least you’re alive, the maester and others–Daemon even–would say to you; soft words whispered to you in the dimly lit space of your chamber as hands pulled up the weight of a blanket over your body, taste of milk of the poppy lingering on your tongue.

The first child you lost had been a girl; you named her Daella.

The second time you lost a child of yours and Daemon’s, it felt less like a hot poker and more like a dull sting. You wept for this babe as you had for Daella, kept them close to your chest until Daemon pried your blood stained fingers from their tiny body. Yet, when the sun rose on the third day of your vigil, you did not allow yourself to suffocate in your grief as you had done before. You instead joined Daemon’s side as you laid your second child to rest beside the first, hands gripping each other tight as you promised this would be the last one.

The second child you lost had also been a girl; you named her Viserra.

The third child you lost was not Daemon’s at all, instead they were of a seed planted by one of your lovers–of which one you were never sure. The child had come out as faceless as their father, an amalgamation of parts that resembled a baby and yet were not. You saw it as a curse, a punishment from the Seven for what you had done to Daemon, though it was nothing he had not done to you before. And yet, as you stared at the deformed face of the third babe, it was you alone who bore the punishment even as Daemon believed this one to be his as well.

The third child was neither girl nor boy; you named them Derion all the same.

Before, you had wanted nothing more than a child, if only to have a more tangible tie to Daemon. You were not his wife, though you had been there through them all: Rhea, and Laena, and now Rhaenyra. Any child born from you Daemon would’ve gladly claimed though, especially if it had been a boy–politics of the court be damned. Yet, the loss of your three children had soured you on the idea of motherhood, and as of late you were beginning to believe you were not really meant to be a mother. Which only made the weight of your fourth pregnancy feel all the more heavy as the birth drew closer and closer.

“It’s a boy,” Daemon spoke in hushed excitement, kneeling beside your bed as you rested. Your fingers were entwined on the bare flesh of your stomach, skin smoothing over the angry purple lines of a belly stretched too big. “I just know it.”

“And if it is a girl?” You asked teasingly, though there was no real enthusiasm behind the light-hearted jab. You cared not if it was a boy or girl, just that soon they would be out of you and once again you’d be free to do as you pleased; ever since he had found out you were pregnant, Daemon had hovered like the dragon he was, ensuring you put no strain or stress on yourself. His near proximity did not allow for you to sneak off as easily as you had in the past, though it was not from lack of trying.

“Then we will simply have to try again,” Daemon chuckled, lifting your hand to press a kiss to it. You regarded him with tired eyes, the curve of your lip feeling heavy and fake, and not for the first time you wondered where the love you had felt for him had gone. It was still there, dull and throbbing like a healing wound, but it was different now than when you were young and he first took you. You had been nothing, a nameless girl of a nameless house, yet Daemon had seen something in you and from there your life had been forever changed.

Did he still love you? Or were you both simply holding on to something that had been long dead and buried with the children you had lost?

“What if we are to lose this one as well?” you found yourself whispering, eyes lowering from his gaze to the swell of your stomach. “I grow tired of trying, Daemon.”

“Do not speak of such things,” Daemon urged you, hand coming up to cup your chin so he could turn you to look at him. “This baby will live, we will have our son–I can feel it.”

For a moment, you just stared into his pale eyes, feeling the pad of his thumb brush across your bottom lip as he stared back intensely. All you could bring yourself to do was nod in agreement, ignoring the pounding of your fearful heart. In his eyes, you had seen something hungry and desperate, something that struck fear into the very core of you.

“Now, rest,” Daemon broke the unsettling silence, leaning in to press a kiss first to the crown of your head and then to your lips, all the while his hand resting on your stomach–as if he could will this baby to live, to be a boy. “I will come back later with dinner.”

Without another word, he stood and left you with what he had said, your own hand subconsciously finding your stomach. You rested it there as you waited, waiting for any sign that the babe within was strong and healthy, as if you–like Daemon–could change their fate with a single touch.

Only three more days would pass until you found yourself once more in the birthing bed, the sweat on your brow being dabbed away by a serving girl whose name you couldn’t recall as another wave of pain washed over you. Grasping the sheets in tight fists, you grunted as you tried not to push until the midwives and maester told you to. One of the former had left moments before to fetch Daemon when it looked like the babe could not be swayed to wait. They were coming early this time, similar to when you had Viserra, a parallel you did not let yourself dwell on for too long as you fell back into the bed in exhaustion.

“I-I can’t….” you panted. “Please, I can’t….not again-”

“You can, my lady,” the maester interjected from his place on the side opposite of the serving girl, “and you must. The midwives and I will do everything to ensure that this baby and you live but-”

“But if you must, will you cut it out of me?” you laughed breathlessly. “As King Viserys did to Queen Aemma?”

“I would never allow that to happen,” a new voice stated. Turning your head, you watched Daemon walk through the door of the chamber, a flustered midwife close behind him as she rejoined the others.

Kneeling beside you, Daemon took your hand, pressing a kiss to it as he peered into your pained eyes. Groaning, your heels dug into the bed as you fought the urge to push, the waves becoming increasingly more painful and close together.

“If you must choose between her and the babe,” Daemon spoke, eyes flicking up to the maester, “then you will do everything in your power to ensure she lives, understand?”

“Daemon-” you beseeched, pulling your hand from his.

“We can try for another babe,” he interrupted, peering between you and the maester, “there is no other you, my darling.”

“We will do what we can, my prince,” the midwife at the bottom of the bed between your legs spoke quietly.

“You will do better than that,” Daemon replied, a bite to his voice as he held the maester’s gaze. “Understand?”

“Yes, Prince Daemon,” the maester bowed his head, face paling under the glare of a dragon.

The birthing pushed on as day steadily turned into night, and unlike the first three times you had given birth, Daemon never left your side. After a while you feared the baby would never come, that they were doomed to stay inside of you forever, to die and fester until you succumbed to their rotting corpse. The mere thought made you delirious, you became detached from reality as you begged them to get the baby out. Your cries fell on deaf ears as the midwives took turns at your side and in between your legs, wiping away your sweat and tears as they whispered words of reassurance. There was no consoling you, not even Daemon’s presence as he once again gripped your hand and encouraged you to push.

“You’re doing great, my love,” he spoke, pressing a kiss to your temple. “You’re almost there.”

“Please,” you gasped, turning your tear stained face towards his, “ please, Daemon–get it out of me!”

“I can see the head,” a midwife spoke loudly over your distressed pleas. “You’re almost there–just a few more pushes, my lady!”

“Did you hear that?” Daemon smiled, stroking your damp hair away from your flushed face. “They’re almost out, our baby….our son.”

He looked so happy, so hopeful, and all you could muster up was an ache of resentment as you gave another grueling push. If he wanted a son so bad, why could he not put one into that wife of his? Any son born of you and him would be a bastard, no matter if Daemon claimed them or not; you were his consort after all, no better than a whore in the eyes of the royal court.

There were many more pushes to come as night drew on, the sky darkening to an angry bluish purple and it was only when the sun threatened to rise once more that you finally heard the first cries of the child. You felt them pulled from your body as you gave one final push, a cry of relief leaving you as you once again felt blissfully empty. Lost in your own euphoria, it took a moment to realize that the wails that preceded your child’s birth weren’t that of the babe alone but also that of the midwife which held them.

“What is it?” a voice demanded, and you felt the shifting of the bed as Daemon left your side quickly.

“Daemon?” You croaked out weakly, hand seeking him until you realized it was him that had spoken, and it was him now at the foot of the bed, taking the babe from the trembling midwife’s arms. “Daemon, what’s wrong?”

“Fuck the Seven….” you heard someone–most likely Daemon–mutter.

“What’s wrong?” You asked again, trying to lift yourself up but your attempts were futile. All strength left your body as you collapsed, still feeling the pulse of blood leaving your body.

“Let me see the babe,” the maester spoke as the midwives came to your aid, beginning to clean you up, but you could see the distress in your eyes.

“What?” You asked, looking between all of them, fear taking hold of you. Again, you could hear the weak cries of your babe–so they were still alive. “Why can’t I see my baby? Daemon-”

“Quiet,” the maester spoke loudly. A wave of silence soon fell over the room, the midwives working quietly as the maester and Daemon tended to the baby. You tried, with no avail, to rest yourself from the doting hands of the women and go see the child. Yet, it was futile, and eventually after so many unanswered prayers, you fell back into the bed.

Like your own, the child’s cries had long since stopped and you feared that like the others they had not made it. Those fears were only confirmed when you saw the grim look the maester gave Daemon, and Daemon in turn turned his attention to you. You were surprised to find the anger there, in his eyes and between his brows where the skin furrowed in barely contained rage. Before you could open your mouth to speak, Daemon spat out:

“Leave us.”

The midwives stilled in their movements, looking first at each other and then at him; one of them cleared their throat:

“My prince, we must-”

“Your prince has told you to leave!” Daemon shouted, causing everyone–including yourself–to flinch.

Without another word, the women collected what they could quickly before departing the chambers, leaving only you, Daemon, and the maester in the increasingly oppressive space. Fearful of the look in your lover’s eyes, you dragged yourself up to lean against the mound of pillows. As you did, you watched as Daemon gently took the still body of the babe into the cradle of his arms; the gesture was polarizing to the deadly set of his jaw as he looked up at you once more.

“Daemon-” You began, but stopped to wet your lips. “Daemon, what is wrong, my love?”

“I do not wish to hear your voice right now,” he spoke through clenched teeth, eyes lowering to look at the bundle in his arms; from your position you could barely make out the hint of pale hair atop the babe’s head. “The maester has informed me that the child is–was a boy.”

You gasped, tears once more pricking your eyes as your fears were confirmed, “oh, Daemon-”

“Do not speak,” he surprised you by shouting. “The maester has also informed me that this could only be the punishment of the gods–upon you.”

“What?” You frowned, weakly trying to sit up once more. “Daemon, what are you talking about?”

“Shall I show you then?” He barked, a crazed look in his eyes as walked over to you with your son. “Shall I show you what you have done to our son?”

Pressing further into the pillows and away from Daemon, you let out a cry as he finally lowered the blankets in his arms to reveal the child. Like your others, he was so small and pale, still covered in the red viscera of your womb. Unlike the others, the sockets where his eyes should have been, were hollow and bare, still bleeding. Letting out a pained sob, you tried to look away but Daemon would not let you, using his free hand to grip your face tightly and make you look.

“You did this! You did this to my son!” He cried out, tears of his own falling from his eyes as his hold on you became bruising. Jerking away from him, you fell to your side in the bed with a pained cry. Shaking, you looked over your shoulder as Daemon now turned away from you, cradling his son close to his chest as he stalked back towards the maester.

“Tell her,” Daemon demanded. “Tell her, what you told me.”

“There have been…murmurs,” the maester cleared his throat, pale and shaking like you as he stood under the scrutiny of the mad prince. “Murmurs of other lovers, of other seeds planted in the past; though this child is obviously a Targaryen, it is apparent the gods have seen fit to take his eyes as punishment for the affairs; such as they did with King Maegor’s son.”

“No….” you whispered weakly. “No, Daemon I promise–”

“I always knew,” Daemon spat out with venom. “I always knew that there were others, ever since the last one, but I allowed them because….because I loved you. And where has it gotten me? My son is dead! You have killed our son….”

“Daemon, please-” you pleaded with him, pushing yourself up. “We can have another-”

“There will be no others,” Daemon interrupted, his face growing dark. “I will not allow for more of my children to suffer, not as this one has.”

He looked down at the bundle in his arm, uncannily his expression was numb–stagnant as if he had not been crying over the body moments before. Quietly, he laid the babe in the crib the midwives had prepared, and as he did he spoke:

“You may leave us now maester,” Daemon hummed. “I will come speak with you later.”

“If you are certain, my prince,” the maester spoke, eying you warily as you clung to the sheets of the bed.

“I am certain,” Daemon replied. “Leave us now.”

Bowing his head, the maester left without another word, the door closing behind him and leaving you with Daemon and your son. For a moment, neither of you said anything, and as you stared at his back bent over the crib the fear inside of you dwindled and the grief took over. Tears in your eyes, you reached out a hand, lips dry and cracked you sobbed:

“Daemon….”

Silence. You feared he would not heed your plea as you said his name again; once, twice–finally he stood up, and turned to look at you. Wrapped in the blood stained sheets of the birthing bed, you lifted your hand once more for him to take. You could not discern his expression as he slowly made his way over to you, taking your hand as he finally sat beside you and wrapped his arms around your body. Pressing your face into the warm skin of his neck, you began to sob, hands gripping the fabric of his tunic.

“I’m sorry,” you spoke breathlessly. “I did not mean for any of this to happen.”

“I know,” he replied, tone even as his hand came up to stroke your hair. “I know you did not.”

“I will give you another,” you sniffled, body relaxing into the familiar warmth of his. “I will give you another son and it will be different.”

“Will it?” He hummed, lips pressing into the skin of your forehead, hands shifting down from your hair to your shoulders and then up again to the line of your jaw. “Because I do think it will.”

Frowning, you pulled away to look into his eyes just as his grip tightened on your face: “Daemon?”

Wincing, you tried to pull away, but he stopped you by pressing your body back into the bed with his weight. On top of you now, his fingers gripped the flesh of your cheek as he forced you to still and look at him. There was nothing in his eyes any longer, they were numb and void, as empty as the sockets of your son in the crib.

“Dae-” You tried to speak, hands coming up to grip his wrists. “Daemon, you’re hurting me. Please-”

“I’m sorry,” he bit out, thumbs dragging over the plains of your cheekbones and into the bone under each eye. Gasping, you tried to pull your head away, but Daemon merely followed, thumbs pushing now into the sockets–deeper and deeper. Your cries filled the room as you kicked and flailed, trying to buck him off of you as he continued to say how sorry he was.

This was the only way, the only retribution he saw fit–an eye for an eye.

Blood burst forth from your eyes as he jammed his thumbs in one final time, burying them deep and keeping them there as your cries of pain crescendoed before abruptly cutting off. Your body twitched under his, clinging to the last remnants of life as he stayed atop of you. Only when you finally lay still did he slip off, but he did not leave the bed, instead he laid the length of his body against yours; his arm came up to lay over your belly as he tucked his face into your wet neck, blood falling from the gaping holes where your eyes used to be and sliding down your face into the paleness of his hair.

The fourth and final child you and Daemon lost was a boy; he was never given a name.

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