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thehighladywrites · 5 months

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“JUST ONE MORE, I KNOW YOU CAN DO IT.”

⋆˙⟡ pairing: rhysand x reader, inner circle makes an appearance , madja makes an appearance

⋆˙⟡ summary: feeling ready to finally have kids, you tell rhys who is over the moon. madja gives you a special tea to help boost ovulation. how does that turn out for you?

⋆˙⟡ warnings: a fuckton of smut, fluff, rhys cries, so does reader, breeding, aphrodisiacs ( i think ), boosting tea, pregnancy, pregnancy smut ig, Big dick daddy construction worker Rhys😍😍, protective rhys like super protective, obsession and possession. Rhys develops a new obsession with reader🤷🏽‍♀️

⋆˙⟡ amara’s note: i need a break. holy fuck. also, can i go next🧎🏽‍♀️ Plus english isn’t my first language so if there’s any errors or mistakes, i’m sorry😭💗

“is that what you’ll be teaching our children, darling? To be snappy when someone asks you something?”

Rhysand took great pleasure in provoking a reaction from you. Your day had been rough, with even the slightest annoyances causing you to snap at him. From criticizing his breakfast chewing to berating his small handwriting in his reports, your frustration peaked when rhys playfully teased, leading you to unleash a stream of unpleasant words.

And now, he was dangerously close to you kicking him out of your bedroom. You stood there, making the bed with him on the other side as you tucked in the sheets on either side.

“Fuck off, Rhys. I'm teaching my kids that their father holds the title for being the most annoying ass in Prythian's history. They'll also be well-informed about your love for relentless teasing. I'll caution them to steer clear, as mommy doesn't want them influenced by your habit of being an annoying provocateur,” you flashed him a fake smile before tugging the sheets from his hands.

His laughter resonated through the room as he threw his head back, closing the distance with a confident step. Looking you up and down, he met you face to face, his eyes filled with mirth and a touch of affection.

“Let's pray to the Mother that they don't inherit your bratty behavior,” he teased, flicking your nose, enjoying your reaction.

“And yes, before you can come up with some crude insult, you're without a doubt the most pouty, bratty, headstrong person I've ever encountered.” His smile held a mix of playfulness and genuine fondness.

“I should feel insulted, but strangely, I don't,” you admitted with a smile. Playfully ushering him back to his side of the bed, you continued fixing the sheets, ready to settle in for the night.

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

Lying awake, Rhys's words echoed in your mind. The thought of having children together stirred a mix of excitement and doubt. The responsibilities of being the high lord and high lady of the Night Court loomed large, and the question of balancing it with parenthood lingered. Despite the uncertainties, a deep yearning surfaced – a want to put more focus on kids and maybe ease of the work load.

Unable to sleep, you chose to scoot closer to your mate as you put your head on his pillow, running your hand through his hair and finding comfort in the rhythm of his shallow breathing.

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

The bell chimed as you entered Madja's clinic, finding it empty. You weren't supposed to be there; you had told Rhys you weren't feeling well to avoid going to the Hewn City with him. He grew concerned and insisted on staying, but after some persuasion, he reluctantly left. Now, you had the perfect opportunity to visit the healer in secret.

“Hello? Madja, are you here?”Your voice echoed in the empty clinic. After a long pause, you turned to leave, but just as you did, Madja opened a door, wearing gloves and a mask, looking confused.

“Y/n? What are you doing here? Are you okay? Does anything hurt?” You all loved Madja deeply as she was like a second mother to everyone. She expressed concern, worry evident in her eyes. You reassured her, mentioning that nothing was wrong. She nodded, explaining she had a patient and would be done in a few minutes. Madja suggested making yourself some tea and taking a seat while you waited.

After a while, Madja finished with her patient and led you into her office. She took her place behind the big table, and you sat in front of her, ready for whatever conversation lay ahead.

“What can I help you with today?”

Taking a deep breath, you opened up about your desires. “I wish to get pregnant, and I wanted to know if there's anything to know beforehand. My grandmother was Illyrian, so I think I could carry the babe, but is there any more information I should know about?”

Your words hung in the air, waiting for Madja's guidance.

A warm smile graced Madja's face as she took your hand.

“Congratulations, I'm so happy for you. Fae pregnancies are rare, and it might take a few years of trying before you see any results. Don't get discouraged; it's normal, and it generally takes a few decades for couples to be blessed with a babe. But let me check your bones to see if you're ideal for pregnancy.” Madja's hands emitted a golden glow as she held yours, assuring you that your bones were indeed a match and that you would be able to carry your and Rhysand's children.

You thanked her with a hug and stood up, ready to leave to tell Rhysand that you were ready. But you were still nervous about how long it would take. Decades seemed like a long time and you just hoped you wouldn’t get disappointed in yourself.

Madja seemed to sense your sprialing thoughts and directed you to the medicine room. She handed you a packet of some sort or herb or leaf. You looked at her with confusion asking her what this was.

Madja explained, “It's a special tea made to boost ovulation. Both of you should drink it before trying, but I have to warn you, it does have side effects. The tea activates a primal need, making you both feel like the first day of the mating bond. There will be possession and jealousy, and a strong chance of fighting unwanted guests. Some patients of mine have almost killed someone because their mates were looked at too long. Males typically get very possessive during conception so don’t be surprised if he snaps at someone who’s too close. So, again, only do this when you're alone.”

The gravity of her words settled in as she outlined the potential intensity of the tea. You nod thanking her again before winnowing back to the house.

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

Rhysand was pissed off and tired as fuck. The entire night was a mess, thanks to the annoying council. He toyed with the idea of going back and killing them all but thought checking on you might be a better move. Exhaustion weighed heavy on him, and irritation etched deep lines on his face.

Rhysand walked into the house, absentmindedly unbuttoning his shirt until he halted in his tracks as he passed the kitchen. Something caught his attention, and he turned, curious about what was happening.

Rhysand was taken aback by what he saw. There you were, clad in tank top and shorts, preparing food in the middle of the night. He thought you were seriously unwell, given that you couldn't get out of bed earlier. Worried, he approached,

“Love, what are you doing up? Please, let me take you back to bed. I'll finish it up and bring it to you, okay?”

You warmly smiled at his concern but shook your head. “I'm fine, baby. I'm not sick. I'll explain everything. Just sit down at the table, and I'll be there in a minute.”

He raised his brow and you with amusement,

“So, you just didn’t want to go to the meeting? You should have told me; we could have skipped together. They were driving me crazy today. Kier wanted a higher position, Lord Orlon wanted more money, and everyone just wanted more and more and more.” His frustration with the incessant demands from the council echoed in his words.

You couldn’t help feeling guilty at the weariness in his eyes, you pouted and stepped closer, standing between his legs. Gently, you brought his head to your chest, cradling and kissing it. His arms wrapped around your middle immediately as you cooed comforting words, offering solace in the warmth of your embrace while stroking his hair gently.

“Aww, I'm so sorry, honey. I promise I'll never let you go alone. What can I do to cheer you up?”

He raised his head, mischief in his eyes, and his hands roamed up your tank top, grazing your waist and the sides of your boobs.

“I can think of something that'll earn you my forgiveness.” His playful tone sparked heat in you and you almost lost focus as you entertained the thought of Rhys’s offer. But you shook your head and smirked at him.

“Did you forget I had something to tell you? You’re quite insatiable, you know?”

He slumped his head on your chest, planting a kiss on the covered area as he warmly chuckled. Drawing you closer, he settled you in his lap, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. Rhys gazed up at you with enchanting deep violet eyes, their subtle twinkle a sight you adored.

Inhaling deeply, you contemplated ripping off the bandaid. It should be fine, right? He's always discussed future children, their names, rules for them, etc. Yet, despite everything, a touch of nerves crept in.

Rhys, sensing your hesitation, securely gripped your waist, assuring you that you could share anything with him.

“Rhys, sweetheart, I'm ready to officially try for children. Are you on board? I know you've talked about wanting kids, but is it still something you still want-”

Rhysand embraced you tenderly, tears of joy gliding down his cheeks. He buried his tear-streaked face in the warmth of your neck, softly murmuring his heartfelt thanks, each word carrying a sweetness only you could inspire.

His tears triggered an emotional response in you, prompting happy tears to well up as you smiled tenderly at him.

“It would be my highest honor to have children with you, my love.”

Rhys kissed you, chuckling, drawing you closer and peppering tiny kisses all over your face, eliciting joyful laughter from you.

“While you were away, I chatted with Madja, and she shared some tips about conceiving. She mentioned it might take a bit, so she's advising not to worry if it doesn't happen right away. She even gave me this special tea that's supposed to boost ovulation and help speed up the process. What do you say we give it a shot tomorrow or tonight?”

Rhys grinned mischievously, “Well, it's a bit surprising I haven’t already gotten you pregnant, but I guess Madja's tea might just be the secret ingredient we need.”

“I agree, Mr. Cocky, your charms might need a backup plan.” Your smile wavered as he got closer to your neck, and it completely faltered when he gently blew air on your neck before giving a playful bite.

You trembled, grabbing rhys’s shoulders to steady yourself as he kept nipping lower and lower. He palmed your tits through your thin tank, pulling and pinching on your nipples, marvelling at your scrunched up face of pleasure.

His finger moved to trail down the arch of your back while he unwrapped your legs from around his waist.

“Let's free you from these,” he murmured, gently hooking your shorts by the elastic and sliding them down to your thighs. Granting you a brief moment, he allowed you space to stand and shimmy them down to your feet, casting them aside with a tender ease.

Your confirmation to having kids flipped a switch in his brain. Numerous times had you stopped by nurseries to admire the cute babies, helped lost children find their mothers in the town square, babysat for your friends that had kids. Rhysand’s mind was filled with you carrying your child on your hip, you and him sitting down teaching them everything they needed to learn.

The mere thought of getting you full of his children, your heirs and the fact that you would carry your children, made him impossibly hard. You belonged to him, and soon, the world would see the evidence in your growing belly. It was his way of making sure everyone knew he had claimed you for good, in the most intimate and lasting manner possible.

Rhysand gazed up at you, his eyes veiled by thick lashes, filled with a darkened desire. His pupils dilated, larger than you'd ever seen, revealing the intensity of the lust that consumed him.

“I’m going to get you nice and knocked up by the end of the month, fuck what Madja said. I’m putting a baby in you soon enough, don’t worry about a thing. Just lay down and let me work on it, what do you say, sweetheart?”

His raspy, desperate voice sent cold shivers down your spine and arm. You mindlessly nod, begging for him to start.

“ Please, baby… make me a mother…” you ask so sweetly and nicely, rhys could never say no to you.

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

Throughout that night, the following morning, and the entire subsequent day, Rhysand kept you awake, leaving little room for sleep. In the span of those days, you only paused for food, as he fucked you to the edge of insanity. Perhaps you should have considered that you'd chosen the most powerful man in history as your baby daddy— of course he’d have no trouble fulfilling his task with relentless success.

Rhys's eyes had darkened with a singular focus – getting you pregnant. He worshipped your body, treating you like a deity with every touch, as if you were the subject of his devoted prayers.

He had stopped for maybe half an hour to research the most ideal positions for baby making and had put you in them atleast twice, much to your exhaustion and pleasure.

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

Reluctantly, you both knew you couldn't remain secluded from your responsibilities forever. The rulers of the court could only be inaccessible for a limited time, forcing you to eventually confront the outside world.

“Baby, we need to go soon, remember?” You found yourself trapped between his sturdy arms, lying beneath him on the soft bed with your legs wrapped around his middle. His kisses on your neck and grew more intense, leaving behind a trail of increasingly visible bruises.

Expressing disapproval with a sound, he playfully nipped at a sensitive spot on your neck, eliciting a mix of laughter and a gasp from you simultaneously.

Rhysand absolutely hated the idea of leaving the haven of warmth and love you two had created. He cherished the solitude you shared, not wanting to face the world's challenges.

All he wanted was to stay wrapped up in the tender embrace of his mate, savoring the moments of closeness and hoping for a future filled with just the two of you.

“Darling, I'd ditch the whole Night Court for a bit more of your love. The outside world's a drag compared to your warmth. What do you say we skip the ruling and responsabilities and keep our own little haven, just the two of us?”

Summoning the will to decline felt nearly impossible; you genuinely, sooo badly, really didn't want to leave the room until everything was done. Explaining your perspective to him, you made a deal that if you both tackled just dinner first, you'd be all his afterward. With reluctance, he got up, the two of you quickly freshened up, taking a hot shower and got dressed for dinner with your friends.

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

Making your way to the dining room, you were met by Cassian with a teasing grin,

“Well, well, well. Look who decided to rejoin the land of the living. I was starting to think you'd built a permanent nest in there. Ready for the real world or still basking in the afterglow?”

Catching a glimpse of Rhysand's impassive expression, it was clear he was beyond unamused as his eyes zeroed in on Cassian. You knew him well enough to sense that Cassian's continued teasing might push him to snap, especially considering his reluctance to be outside with the others now that he was trying to put a baby on you.

“Cass, I wouldn’t. Let's just enjoy the meal,” you said, clapping your hands with an exaggerated smile. Taking Rhysand by the hand, you guided him to the table, hoping to diffuse any tension and shift the focus to the meal.

You stuck to him like glue, even following him when he stood to get another bottle of wine. Sitting on another chair was out of the question. Instead, you made yourself comfortable in his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. You purred at his warmth and safety, wondering why the hell you even accepted this dinner in the first place. You'd much rather stay under warm covers in your bed with him by your side.

In these past few days, Rhysand had become remarkably possessive aswell. Normally unfazed by casual gestures from friends like hugs or pats on the shoulder, he surprised himself. When you and Azriel reached for the salt at the same time, Rhysand instinctively pulled you back, narrowing his eyes at Az as if marking his territory.

Azriel, ever perceptive, observed the tension, smiled to himself and wisely chose not to escalate the situation. He sensed a new energy surrounding you both, noticing how much you clung to each other. He nodded toward the salt, indicating you should take it first, showing he had the sense not to get in the middle of whatever was transpiring between you and Rhysand. It was something Cassian would usually dive headfirst into. The guy had a knack for finding trouble, and Azriel clearly wanted no part in it.

The dinner proceeded with everyone staying clear from you and Rhys. Usually, you'd playfully scold him for being overly possessive, telling him to ease up on the overbearing bat act. However, you relished in his attention and protective demeanor. Madja had told you this would happen but you didn’t realize it would apply to your family.

Right, Madja. You had almost forgotten about the tea she'd given you, the one to speed up the pregnancy process. With your friends leaving after dinner, whether they wanted to or not, it seemed like the perfect time to test it out.

Gazing at Rhysand beside you, you communicated your thoughts silently, begging him to try the tea out with you and then going back to your previous activities. He nodded in understanding. Sitting up straight, he glanced at everyone.

“I need all of you leave, right now,” he stated calmly, sipping his drink with the usual nonchalance.

Everyone paused mid-chew, glancing at Rhysand with confusion. Azriel swiftly vanished into his shadows, and Amren departed without so much as a goodbye. Mor and Cassian remained, bewildered, as they questioned the sudden disruption.

“What? Why? I'm not even done eating,” Mor protested.

Rhysand narrowed his eyes, flicking his hand and cleared the table.

"There. I moved everything to your own table in your apartment. Now, get out," he gritted, and they hurriedly made their exit, with Cassian managing a loud laugh before leaving.

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

The kettle's whistle grew louder as you were lost in Rhysand's lips. Seated on the table, his arms on either side of you, the moment was pure delight, your hands traveling his body as you toyed with the waistband of his pants. The whistle became unbearable, forcing you to reluctantly break the kiss as you sighed and made your way to brew the tea. The leaves, red and golden, intensified in color as you poured the boiling water in.

“Darling, that looks deceptively inviting. Like it would lure us in with its pretty colors and then make our hearts stop,” he joked, joining you and wrapping his arms around your shoulders, playfully holding you in a mock chokehold.

“Huh, deceptively inviting... sounds a lot like someone I know,” you teased, lazily kissing the strong forearm wrapped around your throat. His laughter resonated, his chest rumbling, and you felt the vibrations, savoring the moment.

He kissed your temple before letting you go, guiding you back to the table to drink the tea. Both of you nodded in agreement before simultaneously downing the concoction. The taste left you both with a disgusted expression as you placed the empty cups back on the table.

“That tastes like shit. Did Madja say what it was made of?”

You scrunched your face at the aftertaste before replying,

“I find it best not to ask her anymore. Remember the time she had us all eating that soup with fermented fish guts as a cure for that winter fever?”

You shudder at the memory of everyone lying in the hospital, with Madja taking care of the lot of you. It dawned on you that she was feeding you stuff that would've made you even sicker if you found out then. The taste of the mysterious tea was the least of your worries compared to Madja's unconventional remedies.

Rhysand shook his head at the unpleasant memory,

“You’re right. I’d rather not know.”

You giggled at his words, before standing up and putting the cups in the sink. Turning around, you looked at Rhysand with a tilted head, wondering if he was feeling anything because you certainly weren’t.

“Rhysie, are you feeling anything? I’m not sure if it’s taking extra long for the tea to activate or something but I’m not feeling anything yet.”

Rhysand raised an eyebrow, pondering your words for a moment.

“Honestly, I don’t feel any different either. Maybe it's just a placebo effect or Madja's way of amusing herself with our reactions. Either way, we'll survive it.”

You nodded at his words, yes that made sense.

“Okay, let’s go to my office and catch up on some reports while we wait for the effects to kick in.”

You both headed to your office, the boring tasks providing a welcome distraction while the mysterious tea's potential effects lingered in the background. As you delved into work, the anticipation of what might unfold kept a subtle excitement in the air.

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

An hour in Rhysand was starting to feel uncomfortable. His forehead and neck was starting to feel warm and he mindlessly unbuttoned the first buttons of his shirt for some extra cooling.

You on the other hand still felt nothing, if anything, you started feeling very sleepy, eyelids heavy as you tried blinking back the tiredness that washed over you.

“I’m feeling really tired, rhys. Can you take me upstairs?” your voice was low and laced with sleep, complete opposite of your mate.

Not being able to find his voice, he stood up from the chaise, his movements more desperate, and walked over to you before bending down and picking you up.

Something that should've been a mundane task.

However, this time he couldn’t help but notice the difference in size, how easy he could pick you up in his arms, how your boobs moved under your shirt, the way the curve of your ass pressed against him with every move, the softness of your skin and the intoxicatingly sweet smell of you. A low, suppressed growl vibrated through him as he tightened his hold, relishing the warmth and unmistakable presence of his mate.

A possessive and obsessive surge overwhelmed him as he held you, an intoxicating certainty that you belonged to him, and he had earned every inch of your love and affection.

Rhysand was utterly obsessed with you, he showed in the way he was watching you like a hawk while he put you down on the soft bed, tucking you under a blanket.

Rhys knelt by the bed, his gaze fixed on your sleeping form. His pupils dilated so much, transforming the familiar violet of his eyes into a dark, almost black shade. His face and chest had taken on a dark shade of blush, as blood rushed to his cock at the sight of your peaceful form.

He couldn’t look away when you turned around, blanket having rolled up, showing him the lenght of your legs, so smooth and soft, Normally, the sight wouldn’t have made him behave like some sort of teenager seeing a girls tits for the first time and it made him feel like a disgusting pervert. Here his mate laid, unaware that he was lusting over something as juvenile as her leg.

Deep down, he didn’t really care. Rhysand felt like he was on top of the world.

Waves of pleasure surged through him, heightening his senses and intensifying every touch and sensation, the feeling of the sheets against his palms sent electric waves through his body. The world around him seemed to shimmer with and a blissful euphoria enveloped him, creating an intoxicating sensation that left him utterly captivated.

You stirred, sensing Rhys kneeling by the bed. As you opened your eyes, you were met with the sight of him, his gaze locked on your sleeping form. His eyes, once a familiar violet, now darkened to a deep, almost black hue.

The effects of the tea finally kicked in, and your body responded with waves of pleasure. Your heartbeat quickened, the world around you blurring into a hazy backdrop as you fixated on the rhythmic sound of Rhysand's heavy breaths. A searing warmth pooled in the lower part of your stomach, almost like molten lava, urging you to clench your legs, all while a whimper threatened to escape your lips.

Feeling overwhelmed, you sought relief in the bathroom, flinging off the blanket and splashing cold water on your face and chest. Bracing yourself on the sink, you took a few deep breaths before returning to your room. As you opened the door, eyes lowered, you collided with something soft yet firm. Looking up, you found Rhysand, gazing at you with a tilted head, as if studying you like a puzzle.

“Oh, hi baby, didn’t see-”

Before you could finish the sentence, he pounced on you, grabbing the back of your head as he crushed your lips against his. Your eyes widened in surprise, hands instinctively grabbing his biceps to steady yourself.

His other hand wrapped around your waist, forcefully pulling your body towards him, leaving no room for any space. As his front pressed against yours, you felt his hard erection poking at your stomach.

A desperate need for more coursed through your veins like a wildfire, the tea intensifying every sensation. Your nipples tightened, craving his touch with an almost primal hunger. In his arms, you practically melted at his animalistic touch.

It all felt so fucking good, you thought you’d come just by kissing him. You moaned loudly when he started licking and kissing your neck, gently biting your earlobe before going back to giving you hickies.

Tears formed in your eyes as you brought a hand down your panties, hoping to relieve yourself before it got too much, however frustration filled you as your efforts were wasted. No matter how much you rutted against your fingers, it wasn’t enough. If only made you more needy and frustrated.

“no, t’s not working, please mate, please touch me. need you so badly”

Your tears eventually fell as you whined, face covered in salty tears as you begged your man for more, more of him, more of anything.

The desperation in your voice prompted Rhysand to pick you up and drag you to bed, gently pushing you into it. He swiftly undressed before pulling you towards the edge of the bed by your ankles, ripping of whatever clothes you had on. An animalistic move if anything but it made you even more wet.

“We’re not fucking leaving until I get you pregnant. I need you nice and round, filled with my cum, do you understand?“

His words were gritted, as if he was holding himself back, restrained by an invisible force.

You nodded, desperate for him.

“Please, let me make you a daddy.”

With a low rumbling growl he throws your legs over his shoulders and ruts into you so hard, the entire bed starts shaking. He bullies his big cock in you as you squirm, trying to initially get away as if you’ve never been fucked by him before. Rhys doesn’t slow down because he knows you can take it, he knows that you’re his equal, made for him as he is for you. And when you beg him to go harder he only smiles wickedly, satisfied that he knows you inside and out.

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

You don’t remember know how many times he has finished in you.

You're crying uncontrollably and struggling to breathe. Rhysand gives you a gentle smile and plants a kiss on your swollen lips. His cock throbs at that fucked out expression in your eyes, and he has to look away to avoid blowing his load too soon. His mouth tucks itself into the curve of your neck. Your skin slapping continues as those quick thrusts fill the room.

If he didn’t have his hands around your legs to keep them up, they’d have fallen down ages ago. Your whole body feels loose and sloppy, a stupid, fucked out smile on your face as your teary eyes roll back in pleasure.

“Shhh, baby it’s okay. Let me fill you up again. I promise it will feel so, so good.”

You nod absentmindedly as you both come for the umpteenth time.

He was paying close attention to how your hole tightened around him, his sloppy thrusts making the white ring around the base of his dick drip with even more cum.

“You’re so fucking good to me, baby. Gonna look so pretty with your belly all round with my babies.”

His head was thrown back, eyebrows scrunched and jaw slightly dropped as he slowly thrusted in and out, milking the high before he pulled out and slumped forward, making you whine at the feeling. His sweaty body rested on top of yours, and his head lay on your rising and falling chest. His hair was damp, and with a shaking hand, you ran your fingers through it.

“I’ll clean you up in a second, darling.” Just as he was getting up you wrapped your legs around his waist. He scooped you up, arm around your ass as he brought you to the shower to clean you up. Rhys didn't put you down, knowing you might fall, so he washed you while you clung to him.

After the much needed shower, he wrapped you both in a huge fluffy towel and magically changed the sheets as he brushed you hair and put you in one of his shirts.

“Rhysie?”

“Yes, love?”

“That shower was a mighty waste. I think I need you to fuck me one more time, please?”

His eyebrows rose at your words. Never did he think you’d say anything like that. His initial shock was replaced by a proud laugh.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you.”

And he did.

He gave you two more orgasms, and just as he was ready to pull out after dumping his load, you wrapped your legs around him and begged him not to pull out.

Rhys gave you a soft kiss and pulled you closer as you finally slept, exhaustion pulling you into a deep slumber.

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

There wasn't much surprise when he successfully put not just one but two babies in you, twins.

Rhysand's male pride was on overdrive. Twins were really rare, and the fact that he managed to knock you up with them in less than a month was almost cause for a celebration. Well, he would throw a party if he didn't grow so damn protective.

If you thought Rhysand was protective when trying for a child, then this Rhysand was on another level. He actually gritted his teeth at Madja after she put her cold fingers on your body, making you hiss.

Let’s not even discuss when your belly started showing…

The moment he learned of your pregnancy, Rhys acted swiftly, weaving layers of intricate shields around you. It wasn't merely about your safety; it was a manifestation of his deep obsession. The shields were a fortress protecting not only you but also the sweet new scent you emitted, a fragrance that had sparked an intense possessiveness within him.

Rhys had become utterly obsessed with that unique scent, ready to unleash his fury upon anyone who dared to get too close and catch even the faintest whiff of something that was sacredly reserved for him alone.

During the announcement for your friends, the presence of Rhysand by your side, standing assertively close, made them wary of getting close to you. As you both stood together, your radiant happiness contrasted against his dark, protective demeanor.

You were a bit bummed, wondering why no one wanted to hug you or atleast shake your hand, then you took one glance at him and let out a sigh as you rolled your eyes.

“Oh, please. They’re not going to eat me alive, baby. It’s fine I promise.”

You embraced Mor and Cassian warmly, reciprocating their hugs, though they avoided prolonged eye contact with Rhys. Azriel's shoulder clap and rare smile conveyed a similar sentiment to a hug, and Amren, nodding, raised her glass in approval, a subtle twitch of her lips indicating her satisfaction.

You skipped back to Rhysand and gave him a kiss, calming him down as he gave you an appreciative smile.

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

Pregnancy had made you both extra needy. Rhys got hard everytime he thought about the fact that you were actually carrying his babies, and you got turned on because he was walking sex.

He built a new nursery from scratch, adding an entire new wing to the river estate. Initially, you doubted it would be finished in nine months, but you quickly learned not to doubt him – he always kept his word. Lo and behold, a whole new section of the house emerged, ready for the babies and any future additions to your growing family in only 3 months. His dedication spoke volumes about his commitment to you and the little ones on the way.

He channeled his inner builder during this project, and it never failed to amaze you how desperate he made you feel. Walking around the house wearing nothing but a work belt, sweaty from new constructions, he was a vision of strength and capability. Often, you stood from afar, watching him skillfully build things, savoring the sight before the need to get fucked took over.

Your lips were bitten in silent admiration as he stood there in nothing but linen pants, hanging dangerously low on his hips while building the crib. He looked absolutely delicious , and the appreciation for his craftsmanship would be handsomely rewarded by you.

“Are you going to stare at me all day, beautiful? Come inside, I won’t bite unless you ask me to.”

A mischievous glint danced in his eyes as he stood up, sauntering toward you with a grin. His hand extended playfully, a silent invitation to join him.

Deciding to tease him back, because let's be real, you need him bad right now, you chuckle and let the playful banter unfold.

“And what if I do want you to bite? What if I ask you to get us back to our room and fuck me? Would you do it?”

You looked up at him with wide eyes, attempting to portray someone innocently asking a casual question.

“Have I ever said no to you in my life, darling?” he teased, his smile darkening, before winking and leading the way back to your room.

Rhys had vanished your clothes, leaving you bare as he worshipped you. His teasing words and soft caresses brought you closer and closer to the edge.

“You're going to be the best mother ever, such a good mommy for my babes. Nurturing and caring for them. No one is better than you, my love. No one loves as purely as you, fuck,” he whispered urgently, his neediness and desire lacing every word.

His whiny, rasping words were the finishing touch you needed before coming all over his creamy cock with a cry.

Yet again, he took care of you, cleaning you up as he always did. Your mate, ever the loving and caring male, ensuring your well-being with a tenderness that spoke volumes about his deep affection for you.

꩜ ꩜ ꩜

The arrival of your twins turned into a joyous celebration, filling Velaris with happiness over the birth of the new princess and prince. Your friends, throughout your journey, provided unwavering support, guiding you through the hardships and challenges of being new parents.

Now, a new chapter of your life had opened, one you couldn't wait to share with your one true love, marking the beautiful beginning of your happily ever after.

🏷️ taglist: @callmeblaire @acourtofladydeath

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Top 5 most annoying Tamlin scene misinterpretations

1. ''There is no such thing as a high lady'' I hate this one, because it is always taken as some sort of proof that Tamlin is a raging misogynist who doesn't want an equal woman by his side or some similar type of nonsense. I don't know where this is coming from. Tamlin never wanted to be a high lord. He would probably welcome for someone to take over most of the work so he could just keep running through the woods. He also has absolutely no issues with taking advice from women in power (Ianthe? Hello??). His first reaction to the high lady question is literally this:

“Is everyone just going to call me ‘Tamlin’s wife’? Do I get a … title?” He lifted his head long enough to look at me. “Do you want a title?”

And let's not forget that Feyre's first reply is ''No, I don’t know if I can handle them calling me High Lady”. To which he then answers that she doesn't have to worry about that, since ''there is no such thing as a high lady'' because the magic choses the title and it keeps chosing males. Also this whole scene happens while he eats her out. Not that it's relevant or anything, just saying...

2. ''Tamlin killed Rhys' family'' No. Tamlin's dad killed Rhys' family. I have no idea how Tamlin doing it is ever the takeaway from that whole story. Let's just quote the actual scene:

“Tamlin’s father, brothers, and Tamlin himself set out into the Illyrian wilderness, having heard from Tamlin—from me—where my mother and sister would be, that I had plans to see them. I was supposed to be there. I wasn’t. And they slaughtered my mother and sister anyway.”

Yeah okay, Tamlin gave the information (supposedly) and was there (supposedly) sure, but it's highly unlikely that he was so willingly. Let's not forget that it's established that Tamlin was afraid of his father, that Tamlin's father is worse than Beron (who, I might remind you, tortures his sons) and that Tamlin was friends with Rhys at the time - which neither family approved of. Even Rhys doesn't actually believe Tamlin did anything besides being spineless:

''I didn’t care that Tamlin had been there, had allowed them to kill my mother and sister, that he’d come to kill me because he didn’t want to risk standing against them.''

In the end we don't know the details. Tamlin could've been tortured and tied up or whatever. Making him watch could've been a cruel form of punishment for being friends with Rhys. We don't really know until SJM graces us with Tamlin's side of the story.

3. ''It's really Tamlin's own fault that the spring court fell'' Alternatively also phrased as: 'Feyre just opened everyone's eyes to Tamlin's incompetence' and....honestly? This low key makes me question the reading comprehension of people.

Yes, Tamlin made a deal with Hybern, which was extremely risky, but the war was coming regardless (as we learn from Rhys in the first half of ACOMAF) and the spring court would be the main target because of its location next to the wall. Inviting Hybern into his lands in a trade is actually a pretty smart way to avoid a lot of death on Tamlin's part - plus he needed help to rescue Feyre and get her out of the deal she had with Rhysand (people forget that Tamlin didn't know Feyre didn't actually need rescuing from the guy that was abusing her in front of him in ACOTAR).

So yeah anyway, Feyre did several things to make the spring court fall: 1. She manipulated the solstice ceremony to make herself seem cauldron-blessed in the eyes of the people, 2. She made a sentry accuse Ianthe (who WAS doing sneaky shit) which essentially did nothing except putting Tamlin on the spot in front of Hybern, so he was kind of forced to throw the sentry under the bus. Good job Feyre, you got a poor sod whipped! But it also built resentment within the soldiers, which was her plan all along and 3. before leaving, she did this (let's just quote the whole thing):

''I had a people who had lost faith in their High Priestess. I had sentries who were beginning to rebel against their High Lord. And as a result of those things, I had Hybern royals doubting the strength of their allies here. I’d primed this court to fall. Not from outside forces—but its own internal warring. And I had to be clear of it before it happened. Before the last sliver of my plan fell into place. The party would return without me. And to maintain that illusion of strength, Tamlin and Ianthe would lie about it—where I’d gone. And perhaps a day or two after that, one of these sentries would reveal the news, a carefully sprung trap that I’d coiled into his mind like one of my snares. I’d fled for my life—after being nearly killed by the Hybern prince and princess. I’d planted images in his head of my brutalized body, the markings consistent with what Dagdan and Brannagh had already revealed to be their style. He’d describe them in detail—describe how he helped me get away before it was too late. How I ran for my life when Tamlin and Ianthe refused to intervene, to risk their alliance with Hybern. And when the sentry revealed the truth, no longer able to stomach keeping quiet when he saw how my sorry fate was concealed by Tamlin and Ianthe, just as Tamlin had sided with Ianthe the day he’d flogged that sentry …When he described what Hybern had done to me, their Cursebreaker, their newly anointed Cauldron-blessed, before I’d fled for my life … There would be no further alliance. For there would be no sentry or denizen of this court who would stand with Tamlin or Ianthe after this. After me.''

So, the sentries left Tamlin because of a lie. A fake story. Without sentries, Hybern decided to take over rather than just be guests and had a prime spot to attack the summer court in turn. Which is also why Tarquin is extremely pissed at Feyre - not Tamlin. So no, Tamlin wasn't a bad high lord. His only real mistake was ever trusting Feyre.

Sure, some argue that Feyre thought Tamlin genuinely sided with Hybern and might be a threat to the rest of Prythian, so taking him down would make sense for her even outside of petty revenge. But there's just one problem with that: Feyre is a mind reader. She could have just.....checked. lol

4. ''Tamlin didn't do anything Under the Mountain'' This one really gets my goat because it's not really true? Things Tamlin did to help Feyre: 1. He sent her away to the human realm. (People forget this, but he basically doomed his court to protect her ass - it's not his fault she came back!) 2. He made Lucien check up on her. (Yes Lucien was Feyre's friend but he still acted under Tamlin's orders!) 3. He ignored Feyre as to not rile Amarantha up even more (Come on, have you seen Amarantha? It totally makes sense) 4. He tries to get to Feyre, begging Amarantha to stop even as he is tied up, bleeding out from a stab wound to his chest that he can't heal because he has no powers - like what do you want him to do??? 4. He literally kills Amarantha the second he is able to

Also personal conspiracy detour: That music that Rhysand supposedly sent to Feyre was SO originally supposed to be Tamlin, you can't convince me otherwise. I will never not believe that this wasn't just a lazily done quick change when SJM rewrote book 1 and 2 to account for the boyfriend switcheroo. Attributing the music to Rhys makes absolutely zero sense. He's not a musical boy at all, come on! Music themes never come up with him again either! Meanwhile Tamlin played for Feyre before, is generally a musical guy COME ON! /conspiracy detour over

5. ''It's Tamlin's fault that Nesta and Elaine got turned to fae'' No. No it's not. He knew nothing about this. Ianthe did this on her own accord because Feyre told her where her sister's lived. Tamlin actually attacks (!) the King of Hybern over it (to no avail, but still).

Some people blame Tamlin for keeping Ianthe around afterwards, despite of what she did. Those people I want to refer to point number 3 in this list. Ianthe was working with Hybern. Tamlin tried to be buddies with Hybern for reasons. No, he can't just throw out Ianthe.

#thanks for coming to my tedtalk #tamlin #acotar #idk man i get that people hate him but literally everything he does gets interpreted in the most unfavorable way ever #or simply misquoted #and it's annoying ok #feel free to add to it or correct me #SORRY THIS GOT LONG I WENT OFF A LITTLE #pro tamlin #i guess

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2023 End of Year Post - cdrama edition

Yes, we have a lot of December left, but I don't think anything else I want to check out will air before 2024 hits (it's cdrama so caveat is - you never know.)

This is only going to cover cdramas that aired in 2023; if I watched it but it was made in a different year, it's not on the list. This was a pretty good cdrama year, all in all.

DRAMAS WATCHED

(In order of liking from least to most as opposed to pure quality; I am including if I’ve seen enough to make up my mind; yes I realize that’s inaccurate, but that’s my list)

30 legend of twin flower - Not dignifying that drama with capital letters, as the only capital that should be associated with this is capital punishment - which is what watching this feels like.

29 Dominator of Martial Gods - sounds like a bdsm gay porn title. Would probably be better acted and written if it was.

28 Beauty of Resilience - you'd need a lot of said resilience to sit through this incoherent, barely acted mess. The thing that I remember the most other than my annoyance is all the jingly-jangly head gear on JJY. Perhaps they could have sold some of them and spent the money on a better script.

27 Divine Destiny - if you think you have too many brain cells and want to get rid of some, boy do I have a drama for you!

26 Wanru’s Journey - honestly it's probably tied with SEL - I mean it's worse but it has actors who are nowhere as well known and a fraction of SEL's budget. Still, this is a big fat nope. I will not say what I think of Aoi Rupeng's "acting" or I'd have to put money in the curse jar.

25 Snow Eagle Lord - Gulinazha's stone face, nonsense plot, terrible CGI. Take your pick as to why this is terrible.

24 Scent of Time - it was uneven but fun but then that ending was dumb enough to destroy the whole thing. Show me on the doll where common sense hurt you, makers!

23 Royal Rumors - Jeremy Tsui and Meng Ziyi are utterly wasted in this nothing trifle of a drama.

22 Legend of Anle - I had high expectations but alas. This is the drama version of color beige. There is nothing offensive about it but nothing good either. Mediocre actors are mediocre, good actors become mediocre, this is just a waste of our finite time on planet earth.

21 Romance on the Farm - it's not you, it's me in action. I can see why people would like this wholesome slice of farming family life, but it's tailored to trigger every one of my "nope" opinions.

20 Back from the Brink - if I were 12, it would be my favorite thing. I am not 12.

19 Journey of Chong Zi - objectively a terrible drama with plot holes the size of Mars and a leading lady whose face has apparently frozen when the wind changed. But I am a total sucker for the trope of upright shizun falling for his demonic disciple and going mental so here we are. Objectively, garbage, subjectively my precious!

18 Love you Seven Times - just call poor Ding Yuxi "Atlas," he carried this mess so hard.

17 Blooming Days - trashy dogblood harem fight fun throwback. It's not that great (and the fact that it was shredded doesn't help) but it's probably the last gasp of that genre for the foreseeable future, so I am grading on a curve.

16 The Starry Love - a fun fantasy where the secondary OTP stole the thunder but overall a really solid fantasy xianxia romance.

15 The Longest Promise - it could have been better - the secondaries were unbearable and there was too much of them and what they did with Alen Fang's character still gives me rage fits, but the main couple was impeccable and lovely and I rooted so hard for them.

14 Chang Feng Du/Destined - visually gorgeous, solidly acted, impeccable first half. Bland as hell second half. Win some, lose some.

13 Circle of Love - this drama is a nonsense trash heap on fire. After a typhoon hit it. It was also the most entertaining, addicting drama on this whole list.

12 Hidden Love - the sole modern on this list, this story has barely any plot but it made me care about the young, decent lovers so hard.

11 Choice Husband - starts out wacky, continues with angst and blood and happy ending. I loved it, but I've always had a soft spot for melo and schemers turning devoted.

10 Pledge of Allegiance - bromance, super solid acting, visuals, a really dark take on officials and the world. Insanely underrated.

9 Provoke - a truly fun Republican revenge and love tale, showing that short format can be wonderful.

8 Gone with the Rain - some of the secondary characters are rage-inducing (hi there, cardboard boy!) but the scheming, ruthless, vulgar FL is amazing and her slowburn with her age gap general who is delighted by her out-there-ness is great!

7 Wonderland of Love - Fei Wo Si Cun goes wholesome and the result is surprisingly entertaining. Battle couple, glorious visuals, a fast paced plot. It's the first Xu Kai drama I enjoyed in years (and he plays a rare cdrama ML it would be pretty neat to pair up with in rl.)

6 My Journey to You - that ending is infuriating (and I am OK with open endings if done properly) but what a visual feast, probably the most gloriously shot drama on this list, and that's a tough competition. Also it packs a hell of a lot of couples and familial and adversarial relationships into its slim running time; assassin lady won over by a gentle man is my favorite trope and so this is extra great.

5. Till the End of the Moon - the ending is a rage-inducing disaster for me, but this drama was the most incredibly emotionally intense, visually eye popping experience. It was deeply flawed but when it was amazing, it was like nothing else in its visuals, its characters and its narratives. It took insane risks; some paid off and some did not, but it was glorious.

4. Story of Kunning Palace - I don't often care for reverse harem stories but this one was such fun - the main OTP was glorious (strong FL, unhinged ML) but honestly everything about this was just so excellently done.

3. The Ingenious One - the most adult drama on this list. Smart protagonists, intelligent plot, emotions that felt true, this is a revenge and a mystery and found family and goes into so many directions you do not expect (Su Mengyu's PTSD after his first kill - that is something you never see in dramas, definitely not prolonged and profound - not like this.) If I was to say which drama was objectively the best on this list, as opposed to favorite, it would be this.

1 (tie) Lost You Forever 1 - this is an exquisite emotional jewel of a story about damaged people moving forward, with damage always present - their past informs their present and always will. The narrative about Xiao Yao and three very different men in her life makes me think that it's an equivalent of a neutron bomb going off right before the main narrative starts and now we are watching the survivors wander in the wreckage. This is very high fantasy setting but it's one of the most emotionally human narratives out there.

1 A Journey to Love - everything I ever wanted - assassins, ride or die adult OTP with genuine believable conflicts, great and complex secondaries, beautiful fights. Oh, and yeah Liu Shi Shi domming the hell out of every man in a ten mile radius, as she should.

FAVORITE DRAMA

It's a tie between Lost You Forever Part 1 and A Journey to Love. LYF1 is a bona fide art piece but it's only part 1 and who knows if part 2 will be any good (seeing the huge ep number cut, I have my doubts) and so it's incomplete. AJTL is an old school wuxia romance with incredibly competent, adult people in love and great cast of secondaries. I can't pick.

WORST DRAMA

romance of twin flower - this is a drama that should not exist. If I could hex everyone involved with it, I would. It's a terrible, stupid, shrill, badly acted drama to start with, but where it really is catapulted into stratosphere of horror is that is took my very favorite non-danmei web novel of all time, a smart and complicated tale with incredible protagonists and turned it into that barftastic abomination. Peng Xiao Ran kept making horrible drama after horrible drama but I kept giving her a chance because of Goodbye My Princess but after this disaster, I've had to accept GMP was a fluke and she is on my "if she's in it, I am out” list. Ding Yuxi is not that far yet (his performance in Seven Lifetimes was the one thing carrying that mess afloat) but he's on freaking thin ice. Anyway, I like to pretend this drama does not exist.

FAVORITE MALE CHARACTER

It was hard because there were so many I loved this year - Deng Wei's traumatized, gentle Seventeen from LYF1 (if someone told me I'd swoon and weep for a character played by Deng Wei, I'd have told them to examine their brains asap), Liu Yuning's incredibly capable, deadly, contained Ning Yuanzhou from AJTL, Zhang Linghe's unhinged Xie Wei from SoKP, Chen Xiao's schemer with a heart Yun Xiang from TIO.

But ultimately, it couldn't be anyone else but Luo Yunxi as Tantai Jin/Demon God/Ming Ye/Cang Jiumin in Till the End of the Moon. He was everything - a demon, a saint, a martyr, a monster, a tormented abuse victim, a savior, joyful, unhinged, smart, pitiable. It was the cdrama performance of the year for me. Luo Yunxi even in a mediocre role is impressive but in a complex (series of) role(s) designed for his strengths, he is a force of nature.

FAVORITE FEMALE CHARACTER

Xiao Yao (Lost You Forever Part 1). Once again, there were runner ups - Bai Lu's smart a little evil FL in Kunning, the gloriously unhinged assassin domme Liu Shi Shi in AJTL, Esther Yu's assassin longing for a different life in MJTY etc etc etc. But Xiao Yao's damaged, difficult, very self-aware woman stole my heart. I was skeptical going in because I haven't enjoyed a Yang Zi performance in a long time, but she was the wounded beating soul of this incredible drama.

NEEDS TO BE MURDERED

Where do we start? How about all of Seventeen's (LYF1) monster family? His brother, who tortured him for years physically and emotionally to such a degree his body is a horror map and his personality is permanently altered because "mommy liked you better." Psycho mother who created a situation where the kids were going to turn on each other and "let's get my grandson raped" grandma. Where is a well-placed meteorite when you need one.

FAVORITE SHIP

Xiao Yao/Seventeen, LYF1. Yes, a ship of characters played by Yang Zi and Deng Wei is my favorite. Leave me alone, I am on my tenth helping of crow already. They are both incredibly damaged, barely functioning survivors who find what they need in the other - he finds a savior and someone who sees him as a man and rebuilds himself around her and she finds someone who will always put her first and only, and subsume himself in her. Is it healthy? No. Does it make sense for them and is it making them slowly functional? Yes.

Runner up: Ren Ruyi/Ning Yuanzhou, AJTL - two adults, so competent, so chemistry full. She has so much damage and so little normalcy but is so strong and he is oddly gentle (in between murders) and incredibly self-reflective. They are each other's mirrors and I love them.

FAVORITE SECONDARY OTP

Su Mingyu/Ke Menglan, The Ingenious One - the idealistic merchant who wants to join jianghu until he sees its horrors firsthand and a slave entertainer who wants security but decides she wants him more. They are gorgeous and glorious and wholesome and I adore them.

Runner up: Liu Gong Quan/Ming Zhu, The Ingenious One - that drama was a shippy gift, especially impressive considering it wasn't even romance-centric. He's the officer who has to bring down her treasonous father but loves her. Delicious.

Another runner up is Chao Feng/Qian Kui, the angelic good girl and the scheming bad boy in The Starry Love. They stole the drama from the main OTP for me.

NOTP

Scent of Time endgame. What the hell was even that. It made NO sense.

FAVORITE SCENE

So many good scenes this year - Tantai Jin taking apart Li Susu in prison in TTEOTM, the OTP fighting in perfect sync and insane rhythm in the gorge battle in AJTL, Chen Ruoxuan's character stopping the execution in Pledge, Yan Lin's coming of age in Kunning, the poison/antidote "gamble" in MJTY, Cang Xuan detoxing in LYF1. But I think ultimately, me being who I am, my favorite scene is Xiao Yao kissing Seventeen's damaged, scarred knee to show he is in no way inferior for her. AAAAA!

In terms of pure jaw dropping visuals tho nothing will ever beat Ming Ye’s battle against the Devil God in TTEOTM.

BIGGEST CRUSH

Ning Yuanzhou, AJTL. He's sexy as hell (that height, that way he moves in battle) but he's also so incredibly competent, so adult, so self-reflective and so attracted to a woman for her strength. He also gets whumped on the reg. Anyway, my hormones are ready.

BEST SCENE STEALER CHARACTER

Gong Yuanzhi (My Journey to You) - I loved the unhinged, brocon poison boy. He was everything. Also Yan Lin (Kunning) - talk about sunshine; I totally got why all these people felt they needed to save him.

NEEDS A SEQUEL

My Journey to You - what the HELL was that ending?

NEEDS SCISSORS TAKEN TO IT

legend of twin flower - that is, stab it with scissors like it stabbed the novel until it's dead.

TOO MANY SCISSORS TAKEN TO IT

Till the End of the Moon - they clearly cut stuff to fit into the new regs about runtime and it made the last 1/5 rather abrupt. Gimme!

TROPE THAT NEEDS TO DIE

The emperor cannot be irredeemable. WTF, China, you are a communist country!

FAVORITE TROPE WE’VE SEEN A LOT OF

This is the year of a ML who yearns to be dommed by his FL. Long may it continue.

BIGGEST DISAPPOINTMENT

The Legend of Anle - the novel had a great plot, the cast were all actors I either enjoy a lot or somewhat and we got - whatever that soggy piece of wonderbread toast was.

BIGGEST GOOD SURPRISE

LYF1 - I only checked out to mock because nobody could explain the story to me and nobody in the cast did anything I like either ever or in years. And then I fell utterly and completely in love and had to eat so much delicious crow.

2023 DRAMAS I HAVEN’T SEEN THAT I MOST WANT TO WATCH

Ancient Love Song is the only one on that list. It looks really good, I just need to brace myself.

BEST NON-2023 DRAMA I’VE WATCHED IN 2023

The Imperial Doctoress - best slowburn and pining and glorious character development and adult leads.

MOST ANTICIPATED

Anticipating any nonaired cdrama is a mug's game but if they air, I will definitely check out all the Fox Matchmaker dramas, LYF2, JoL2 and The Last Immortal. If Prisoner of Beauty ever is allowed out of the vault (dubious), it goes on the list too.

#cdrama #lost you forever #a journey to love #till the end of the moon #my journey to you #choice husband #provoke #the starry love #the ingenious one #wonderland of love #story of kunning palace #gone with the rain

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starrywangxian · 4 months

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how the mdzs characters would sign off emails

inspired by this post and this post

Wei Wuxian: Thanks - I'll see myself out, Wei Wuxian

Lan Wangji: Sincelery, Lan Wangji, Hanguang-Jun, Cloud Recesses, Gusu Lan Sect... (he would include full titles and addresses etc.)

Lan Xichen: Many thanks! Lan Xichen, Zewu-Jun. (it's passive aggressive to other sect leaders but to lwj he adds emojis - yes he emails his brother shh)

Lan Sizhui: Have a nice day, Lan Sizhui! :)

Lan Jingyi: Never stop the grind, Lan Jingyi - P.S. Plz don't fail me Hanguang-jun :(

Lan Qiren: Regrettably, Lan Qiren.

Qingheng-jun: That's all, Qingheng-jun.

Madam Lan: Talk soon! (i recognise this is ironic... but i feel like she'd write something really casual and nice :))

Lan Yi: Okay then. (i feel like she'd be very straight to the point lmao)

Ouyang Zizhen: Fare thee well, Ouyang Zizhen! :)

Jiang Cheng: Please stop reading the email.

Jiang Fengmian: Stay tuned, Jiang Fengmian.

Yu Ziyuan: May the lord forgive your sins, Yu Ziyuan.

Jiang Yanli: Thanks again, Jiang Yanli! :) ...Don't cross me.

Wei Changze: Sent via smoke signals. Best, Wei Changze. (i feel like he'd also write a joke but treat it like a fact lmao)

Cangse Sanren: Sent from the future ;) Cangse Sanren! (i feel like she'd write a jokey and fun sign off <3)

Jin Guangyao: You're the best boss ever (lol jk), Lianfang-zun.

Jin Ling: don't care + didn't ask + L + ratio. jin ling.

Jin Zixuan: Lukewarm regards, Jin Zixuan.

Jin Guangshan: Ciao! Jin Guangshan. (he tries to be friendly and cool because he thinks everyone likes him but he's just annoying and everyone hates him)

Madam Jin: Thank you. (P.S. Please send any important sect-related emails to me, my husband is useless and doesn't do anything).

Jin Zixun: The best, Jin Zixun.

Qin Su: See you in hell, Qin Su.

Mo Xuanyu: So long and thanks for all the fish! Mo Xuanyu.

Nie Huaisang: Stay hydrated, queens! Nie Huaisang <3

Nie Mingjue: Over and Out, Chifeng-zun.

Wen Ruohan: May the Night bless you, signed Overlord Wen Ruohan.

Wen Ning: Apologies for existing :') Wen Qionglin

Wen Qing: Please don't contact me for 3-5 business days - kindest regards, Wen Qing, Head Physician.

Wen Chao: Mic drop, Wen Chao.

Wen Xu: Thanks, enjoy the hours you have left. Wen Xu.

Wen Zhuliu: Regards, Wen Zhuliu.

Wang Lingjiao: Live, laugh, love! Wang Lingjiao xoxox

Luo Qingyang: At a loss for words, Mianmian.

Xiao Xingchen: Live long and prosper, Xiao Xingchen!

Song Lan: May God be with you in these trying times, Song Zichen.

A-Qing: God's favourite child, A-Qing.

Xue Yang: YOur FrIendly NEIghBOur... XuE ChEngmEI.

Su She: Remember the name: Su Minshan.

Baoshan Sanren: That's it. Baoshan Sanren. (i feel like she'd be straight to the point too)

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squealing-santa · 4 months

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i'm dangerous cause i'm a fool for love

authors note: at last, at last, wrestling-anon is here with my gift for @august-anon -- and great minds think alike, because i was DELIGHTED to discover that we had submitted remarkably similar prompts in the best possible way. I'm Bloodweave trash, so I just had to go with the Astarion/Gale pairing you requested, but I hope I've worked in a couple of your other ideas too. title from Lord Huron, music absolutely made for BG3 at all times. also yes--that's obviously your Tav at camp with Wyll at the start <3

word count: 2739

fandom: Baldur's Gate 3, BG3

pairings: Wyll/Tav, Astarion/Gale, Bloodweave

content warning: discussion of past trauma

summary: Astarion knows he doesn't know half of what he's missed out on. Gale knows all too well.

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“Stop–STOP!”

Wyll’s voice rang loud and frantic through the camp, a tone they all recognized by now.

Gale glances up from the book he was poring over, Astarion sprawled over the seat behind him with his own book in hand. Gale calls out, a fond grin on his face,

“Oh dear. And whatever has our Blade of Frontiers done this time to deserve such torture?”

Wyll shrieks again, desperately grabbing for Tav’s hands as they snaked up his shirt again, tweaking the base of his ribs.

“Tav, PLEASE! I d-didn’t mean it!” he insists, his cheeks aching from the huge smile they’re forcing onto his face with each delicate touch.

“Oh you didn’t? Then why did you say, and I quote, that you could take anything any of us dished out?” Tav asked, their own face bright with laughter at the sight of Wyll thrashing and pleading, nearly going to his knees.

“N-no more, no more!” Wyll gasps, the loudest noise still flying unbidden from his lips when Tav’s fingers find the weak spots near his navel.

Astarion moves closer to Gale, remarkably quiet for once as he watches the two lovers playfully tussling, a look of…longing? Confusion? on his pale face, fingers twitching at his sides as they do when he’s deep in thought.

The playful torture ends with Wyll finally capturing Tav’s wrists and planting kisses on their palms, and Tav fondly kissing the tears off his cheeks with a smile.. “There we are, a happy ending indeed,” Gale says, closing his book and placing it carefully back into his pack, glancing back at Astarion. “You’re suspiciously quiet.”

Astarion starts slightly, letting out an airy chuckle. “Hardly, my darling. Why, our lovely Wyll is loud enough to drown out anyone, there was no point in me trying to talk.”

“That’s never stopped you before,” Gale teases, leaning in to plant a kiss on Astarion’s curls. Astarion rolls his eyes. “Are you sure you’re not speaking of yourself, hmm? I’ve never known you to be quiet in any setting. And I do mean any setting,” he adds with a leer.

Gale recognizes that shift in tone, the way Astarion deflects off to flirting more outrageously when he’s feeling something he’s not yet prepared to delve into, something Gale has had to come to terms with over their slow, strange courtship. He knows the best way forward is to leave it, knowing Astarion will come to him when he’s ready to unravel another layer, heal another wound.

“I have been known to be rather verbose, yes, but last I checked you didn’t exactly object to the long odes of praise,” Gale retorts, and Astarion grins. “That’s my Gale.”

Astarion wanders off to his own bedroll, that look still in his eyes, as Wyll scoops Tav up and over his shoulder with a cry of “revenge!”, carrying them off to his tent as Tav playfully swats at his back.

* * * *

Astarion comes to him rather sooner than expected, in the end.

The moment dark falls over the camp, Gale casts the usual soundproofing spell lest any of their companions–noises in the night draw anyone or anything closer than they’d like, retiring to his tent with a bottle of wine, a second glass already poured in case Astarion decides it’s one of the nights he’d like to spend tangled in Gale’s sheets rather than simply trancing on his own.

Gale hears the rustle of the tent flap pulling back as Astarion enters, giving him a fond smile and gesturing to the wine.

Astarion grins back, immediately seizing the glass and taking a sip, Gale’s eyes following the movement of his throat and the pleasured sigh he lets out as he swallows.

“My my, it’s like you knew I was coming.”

“I rather hoped you would. The bedroll feels rather empty when you don’t, hard though that may be to believe.”

Astarion preens, but his eyes are soft. “You flirt. You know you don’t have to work to get me in bed any more, hmm?”

“Nevertheless,” Gale says, “I never tire of complimenting you. And you never seem to tire of the compliments. We are…complementary, that way.” He looks especially proud of his little joke, Astarion groaning in reply even as he covers his mouth to hide a laugh.

“You are impossible. Absolutely impossible.” Astarion takes another drink, then quiets, staring into the liquid as though he’s trying to conjure something there.

Gale hesitates a moment before he moves closer, stroking a hand through Astarion’s hair, still not pushing him to respond, though every bit of Gale is sending out all of the “you can talk to me, I love you, you’re safe” signals he possibly can without words.

Astarion leans into the touch, his eyes drifting closed, a soft, pleased noise in his throat as Gale’s fingers lightly scratch at his scalp. Without looking up, he says, almost to the glass, “I… it’s hard, still. Even after…even after killing him. To feel as though I learn every day some new thing that he took from me without me even knowing I missed it.”

Gale feels the same dull ache in his heart–and his scar–that he does every time Astarion talks of his life before, of not just the obvious cruelties inflicted upon his scarred back, but the small, insignificant ones.

“I…all of us, but especially I…we’re here to help you find those things again, my love. If you want to find them. To learn together. I…hardly know sometimes who I might be without what my goddess made me…”

Astarion looks up at him, eyes slightly shiny with unshed tears. “Oh, my love. What a pair we two make,” he says, running his fingers along Gale’s jaw, toward his neck, Gale snorting out a small laugh involuntarily. “You know I’m ticklish…”

“That…reminds me,” Astarion says, looking back into the glass again as though it might perhaps be encouraging him. “I…look, I don’t even know how to…well, what I mean is…”

“Shall I tickle you, then?” Gale asks, and Astarion nearly chokes on the sip he’s about to take. “I…noticed how you were gazing at Wyll and Tav earlier. It was rather hard to miss, I’m afraid, though I suspect those two were rather preoccupied.”

“I don’t…I can’t remember. If I was ever ticklish, if anyone ever tried. Before. Certainly not since. I rather doubt that I am, honestly. But…”

“We can start quite gently,” Gale promises, “I can tell you what I’m going to do, how I plan to touch. So I don’t startle you.”

Astarion sets the glass down with a nod, still not quite able to look up. “Yes. That…I think that might help.” He laughs again, a bit embarrassed. “All of the debauchery I’ve explored with so many and here I am blanching at the idea of asking for something so silly.”

Gale tilts his chin up, pressing a soft, warm kiss to his mouth, feeling Astarion not simply yield to it but answer it back hungrily, his fingers wrapping around the back of Gale’s neck as he sighs into his mouth, the kiss not something to be endured but something Astarion wants, and Gale can’t help but smile against his lips.

“Something funny, wizard?” Astarion breathes, his fingers shifting from a wrap to a tickle, making Gale scrunch up with a rather sweet giggle.

“N-no! Nothing funNY, I swear!” Gale insists, unable to still the giggles as Astarion’s fingers caress the sides of his neck, moving to tease under his chin.

“Perhaps I should simply tickle you instead, hmm?” Astarion purrs, but the purr turns to a yelp when Gale slips his fingers under the loose hem of Astarion’s shirt, just barely grazing his waistline.

Gale smiles in earnest now. “Sorry. Didn’t warn you properly. But…I’m already getting the sense that you might have been wrong about that whole not-being-ticklish bit.”

Astarion smirks back at him. “What was it Wyll apparently said earlier? I can take anything you dish out? I’m quite certain I can, you just caught me off guard.”

Gale taps the tip of his nose with a grin. “Lie down, hmmm? On your back to start, if it’s comfortable. And simply say…hmm…light, I suppose? If it’s too much to bear, I don’t actually want to torment you.”

Astarion obeys, biting back the temptation to make a lewd comment about Gale wanting him on his back, and raises his arms up, crossing them behind his head to pillow it in his hands.

“I think I’ll start with your stomach, then…” Gale muses, and Astarion feels a rather pleasant stirring in his chest at the idea of Gale narrating such a thing, the intention of comfort and warning nonetheless reminding him that when Gale puts his mind to it, he can tease Astarion to new heights of frenzy. Before he can remark on it, however, Gale’s soft fingers draw circles along his waistline and up toward his navel, and Astarion’s whole body jolts.

“What the HELL–?”

Gale can’t hide the look of glee on his face. “Oh, dear, dear me. I’ve only just started and you’re about to squirm out of your skin?”

“F-far from it, I just…didn’t expect…oh, GODS!”

Gale draws light, relentless paths, every touch shooting straight through Astarion’s nerves, like so much sparkling light, Astarion would swear Gale was casting some sort of spell as he laughs harder than any of the times he’s teased the others with Tasha’s Hideous Laughter.

And Gale simply will not.

Stop.

Talking.

“My, my, such a sensitive stomach, hmm? I suppose it makes sense to try your ribs next…lucky for you they’re not as exposed as they were when we first found you, eh?”

Gale strokes along the bones of his ribs, wiggling nails into the grooves between them, and Astarion’s laughter softens slightly but doesn’t fade completely.

“Ah, I see, not quite so ticklish there, are you? I’m a bit deadly around the ribs myself, if you haven’t noticed, quite a liability if someone thought they might want to sneak up and put a knife into them, eh? It’d catch them quite off guard for me to laugh, I expect–keep those arms up, would you, love?”

Gale’s fingers find their way to the soft tufts of hair in his armpits and Astarion practically howls, though he manages–barely–to keep his arms behind his head, tears springing to his eyes, but nothing resembling “light” rising from his mouth.

“Oh, this might be the best spot yet, hmm? You’re not simply ticklish, you’re terribly so, you may even rival me…or Wyll, for that matter!” Gale beams, and the fact that he isn’t intending to tease only makes the effect worse–well, or better, but Astarion thinks it might take more than a little tickle to get that confession from him.

“Hold on. Bit of an unusual spot, but…” Gale slides his fingers up Astarion’s sleeves to flutter softly over his biceps, and Astarion’s laughter goes from howls to the sweetest, most bubbly giggles Gale has ever heard, his eyes squeezing shut as he says “Y-you are vicious at this, Gale Dekarios!”

“Vicious? Me? I’m wounded, you know! After all, you were the one who asked for this…though I suppose you couldn’t have known you’d be quite this dreadfully ticklish…I may take a bit of convincing to stop, hearing you laugh like this!”

Gale immediately contradicts himself by pausing the attack, watching Astarion closely. “Still with me, love? I’d like to try your legs a bit, though I’m not sure if I dare to try your feet…”

Astarion clears his throat, adjusting his shirt as Gale withdraws his hands. “Do your worst, darling. Though don’t think I won’t enjoy every moment of my revenge…I don’t think I’ve explored your particular weakness to this nearly enough, now that I think on it.”

“Then I suppose I may as well earn it,” Gale teases back, leaning over to press a quick kiss to his forehead before sliding down to perch between Astarion’s thighs. “I normally might do this facing away from you, but I don’t…well. I want you to be able to see what I’m about to do, at least this first time.”

“You…you sweetheart,” Astarion says, voice fond but slightly shaky, a part of him still never sure that he deserves to have what he wants, what will bring him comfort, and Gale leans up to kiss him again, fingers cupping his chin as he murmurs, “I love you…”

“I love you too, even though you’re about to try tormenting me again…perhaps you’ve already found everywhere, however,” Astarion says, his eyes rather suggesting he hopes that isn’t the case. Gale grins as he rearranges himself between Astarion’s bent thighs, resting his fingers on his hips, making him twitch.

“Let us see,” Gale muses, returning to his narration as he lightly tickles, then squeezes at Astarion’s hips. Astarion jolts again, a few short laughs slipping out, but he shakes his head, looking almost disappointed. “Not much, I’m afraid.”

“Next time I have you undressed I may have to try one of my quills,” Gale says, half to himself, and Astarion’s eyes widen at the image before he lets out a loud, shrill squeal of laughter when Gale’s fingers start scribbling over the backs of his thighs, his back arching off the bedroll.

“GODS, that, that–” Astarion half-yelps, half squeals, barely managing not to slam his thighs down to protect the spot, and Gale all but lights up.

“Ohh, ticklish thighs, is that it? That’s a rather dangerous secret, you know…your thighs are so tempting to me already, but knowing I can hear your lovely laugh if I simply tickle you? You may have unleashed a monster,” Gale teases, fingers flying up and down, darting occasionally to his inner thighs which only makes him laugh louder.

“I’ll! I’ll get yours twice as MUCH–” Astarion tries to sound threatening, but the way his voice trembles with laughter slightly undoes the effect, the laughter spiking to a shriek when Gale teases behind his knees. “NOT that!”

“Not that? Not what, your knees? But that doesn’t sound like light, not at all! In fact, I’m starting to suspect you’re enjoying this a bit more than you’re letting on, love–you’re not fighting me a bit, are you? Haven’t tried once to put your legs down, or even grab my hands…”

Astarion only shriek-laughs in response, his head falling back, his hands slipping from behind his head to cover his face.

“Oh, no. That won’t do at all–”

Before Astarion can react, Gale wriggles his fingers into an exposed armpit again, and this time Astarion does snap his arms down, the howling from earlier repeated louder somehow as he writhes.

“You, you ass, you brat!” Astarion yelps, the insults lacking a certain sting, laced with giggles as they are.

“So which is worse, would you say? Hmm? After all, as your partner, I should know these sorts of things…under your arms, or your knees? It’s certainly hard to tell!”

Gale punctuates the question by wriggling the fingers of his trapped hand in Astarion’s armpit, his other hand slipping behind his knee again, and Astarion cries out “Light, damn you!” before dissolving into hysterics.

Gale stops immediately, the tickles turning to firm rubs, though even those draw small hiccups of laughter as Astarion starts to relax, his eyes bright as he opens them to look at Gale.

“That…well. You are truly a vicious thing when you want to be, aren’t you, treasure?” Astarion says, wiping the tears off his cheeks, giving Gale a little wink.

“And you’re far more ticklish than I ever expected. It’s absolutely delightful, you know. You sound…it’s lovely, when you laugh like that. When you just let go. Just…just lovely.”

Astarion pulls him down on top of him for a long, slightly giggly kiss, his hands skimming along Gale’s back as they stroke up and down, murmuring a soft “...thank you” against his lips before letting his eyes close, enjoying the warm weight of Gale on top of him.

“I plan to have my revenge, you know,” Astarion mumbles, yawning hugely.

“You wouldn’t be you if you didn’t. I’ll be ready. Besides, I’ve already got a few more spots on you I’ll be itching to try next time.”

Gale hides a smile when Astarion doesn’t retort anything about there not being a next time, only holds him tighter, face burrowing into Gale’s sensitive neck.

“That’s what I thought.”

#squealing santa 2k23 #ss2k23 #submission #tickle fic #author: wrestling-anon #baldurs gate 3 tickling #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 tickling #bg3 #Wyll/Tav #Astarion/Gale #Bloodweave

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nrilliree · 17 days

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https://www.tumblr.com/dreamfyre-beautiful/748866149787353088/problems-i-have-with-hotd-so-far?source=share

This post is killing me !

Alicent is not a good person.

Helaena is barely a character in the original version and she never had any autonomy.

The point of dancing is not to have a smalfolk perspective, stop with this fucking hypocrisy.

Criston Cole is not even a fucking member of the smalfolk ! Wtf ?!

Then the problem with Laena is not that they try to make her look older than Rhaenyra in episode 5, in fact canonically in HOTD she remains younger than Rhaenyra, so what are you complaining about ? Plus this comment is completely stupid, because Laena is older than Rhaenyra in the book ! You know ! The original version ?!

Um... A mother who abandons decorum for her child ? Alicent doesn't do what she does for Aemond by wanting to take Lucerys' eye and attacking Rhaenyra. She's been doing this kind of thing for 10 years already. She literally uses what happened to her son to try to take down Rhaenyra by making up lies saying that Lucerys ambushed Aemond to try to kill him and then she brings it all on herself, poor woman who has no did what was expected of her all these years. It mostly looks like a woman taking out her frustration on another woman, rather than a mother defending her son, we need to stop the bullshit.

So... Laena didn't die killed by Daemon. She died of a complicated childbirth, like many women of the time. She simply accelerated the death process by getting burned by Vaghar (for somes stupid reasons...). And Laenor didn't even die in HOTD, and people always seem to voluntarily forget that yes, certainly Daemyra had this plan together, but that Laenor there accepted and left of her own free will !

Then, it's crazy this obsession to repeat that Rhaenyra is trying to take the title of Corlys for Luke and therefore that she is taking it from the twins Rhaena and Baela... The TG really has a problem with legitimate heirs, huh ? Rhaenyra was designated heir to the throne by Viserys and Lucerys was designated heir to Lord of Tides by Corlys himself ! What isn't clicking in your head about that ?! Rhaenyra doesn't steal anything from anyone for her sons !

And his rant about "the new promo saying "[team black] acts more like family" maybe my family is weird but we don't fuck or get married at all" Um... wtf ? Yes, the TB is more of a close-knit family than the TG, there is not even a debate to be had over it and sorry but does this person forget that there is incest also among the TG ? Not only because of the marriage of Aegon II and Helaena, but also simply because Aegon II openly flirts with Baela, you know, his uncle's daughter? (I say this because a lot of TG claims that Aegon II is actually disgusted by incest and is only with Helaena out of obligation. So yes, the marriage to Helaena is arranged, but clearly this boy didn't have problem with the incestuous costumes of the Targaryens and Westeros This is shown by his reaction when he learns that he is going to marry Helaena and that he flirts with Baela / sexually harassed her). Aemond even since have a crush on Helaena in HOTD, so... no incest in TG ? Let me laugh !

And oh poor people who are full of the fact that the dragons in their team have no development ? We're going to see Sunfyre in season 2, it's confirmed. Then Dreamfyre plays no fucking role in the dance, just like Helaena. Welcome to reality. This show neglects dragons in general anyway, a shame when this show normaly talks about their extinction...

And still the madness of talking about the fact that Alicent doesn't have the right to terrifying childbirth scenes ?! So, the show is about the Targaryens, especially Targaryen women. At least she's supposed to ! And it makes sense that women who died in childbirth or had complications during childbirth are entitled to on-screen scenes about it. Alicent is not a Targaryen and didn't even have a complicated birth so get the fuck out.

My god the TG really have a problem understanding the basics of this story...

I have a blocked user, so I will not refer to @dreamfyre-beautiful's post, but to what you write.

1) If you feel satisfied by forcing a woman who has not yet delivered her placenta to give up her newborn baby (knowing the history of her siblings, mother and both grandmothers) or march through the entire castle - you are not a good person. If you allow one son to bully another until no one sees it - you are not a good person. If you are planning a coup and usurpation of the throne, sending your children to war because you will not bend the knee- you are not a good person.

2) Helaena is probably more of a character in the show than she was in the book at this point in Dance. She was always barely a character.

3) Criston is not a smalfolk. He belongs to a family that was the banners of the Dondarrions. It's not smalfolk.

What amuses me the most is when someone is both team green and team smalfolk, because… it's impossible. I'm not saying that team black was wonderful for the smalfolk, because during the war you can't do that, as ASOIAF has shown more than once, but it is the green team that is responsible for the vast majority of suffering among the smalfolk.

It was Aemond who burned the Riverlands. It was Daeron who burned Bitterbridge. It was the TG people who committed the Tumbleton massacre. It was the TG people who plundered Spicetown. It was Aegon who ordered the building of large golden statues of war criminals during war and famine.

These were all crimes against smalfolk.

And TB? Rhaenyra raised taxes because the Greens robbed the treasury. Alternatively, you could add the Greyjoy plundering to this.

4) In my opinion, there were some problems with Laena's casting. The actress who played teenage Laena was almost the same age as adult Laena, and the actress who played adult Laena was much older than the actresses who played Rhaenyra and Alicent. She was undoubtedly beautiful, but a little too old for the role.

5) Alicent doesn't even scream to Rhaenyra about Aemond's harm. He screams about his own, putting his own suffering above his son's in that moment. With her attitude, she forced Aemond to comfort HER.

6) Okay… I understand people say Viserys murdered Aemma, but how could Daemon murder Laena…? After all, he cared about saving Laena, not the child. He talked to the maester about this. What did he use to murder her? Because he got her pregnant? They already had two children, in the series Baela and Rhaena are apparently not twins, so it's no wonder that he thought that the third birth would also be problem-free.

7) Rhaenyra didn't take anything from Baela and Rhaena because… Driftmark was never theirs. They are Targaryens. Lucerys is Velaryon. Corlys chose to legitimize his own bastard rather than give Driftmark to his grandchildren, so where is Rhaenyra's fault? Even if she didn't want Drifmark, she had to fight for it, otherwise giving away her son's inheritance would be suspicious, right?

8) The marriage of a niece and uncle is less incest than the marriage of a brother and sister. Even outside the Targaryen family, nieces married uncles and cousins married cousins. Even Tywin Lannister was married to his cousin. And even if the marriage of Aegon and Helaena was arranged, she is not wind-pollinated and he fathered her three children.

9) I wrote about dragons here, I think it was about the same post: https://www.tumblr.com/nrilliree/749167004582297600/i-saw-a-post-complaining-that-the-show-goes-above?source=share

10) Aemma's birth was necessary because she died that way. Laena's birth was necessary because she died that way. Rhaenyra's birth was needed to show Alicent's cruelty and Alicent's objectification of Rhaenyra's children. Alicent's delivery was not necessary. And seriously, three birth scenes for six episodes was enough. Definitely. I feel sorry for every pregnant woman who watched the series.

#house of the dragon #team black #anti team green #pro team black #rhaenyra targaryen #anti alicent hightower #anti team green stans

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milkibana · 1 year

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oh i doodle it yesterday i wanted to show you differences between the suits (or lack of suit) okay so i forgot two "Gordon's" but... they are similar to OG (3rd one from the right yes count the rat pay attention)

but i also wanted to show inspirations for design elements

talking about them below!

the first one's just saying the eye patch is from Asuka in Evangelion 3.0: You Can (Not) Redo and uh it's pretty self explanatory the suit is just a plug suit of version of the HEV

second ones armor of the sun from dark souls 3 (you see it on solaire) (<3) just wanted a sun on the chest i also did it to my gnome OC

present in malewife and OG are elements from V1 Ultrakill (full title yes) and portal long fall boots (clunky versions and they don't do much but make it more inconvenient :3)

uhhhh what to say about fuckman? uhm. (legs?) (he's likely to die first?) (what do you want...) he's not inspired by much other than female versions of armours in video games that take armor off of vital bits for sex appeal lol. in this specific situation in which sex appeal doesn't fit in anywhere nor do anything beneficial. the au where he is I've changed nothing but people's outfits the situation is still dire. his tits and ass are out regardless.

thing not seen! Goldie (Angel Warrior) Malewife (Divorced as fuck) and OG (hehehe) are wearing corsetry

Malewife's corset is built into his wetsuit (idk how that works)

i don't know where Fuckman's silk cloths come from? like...un.the . bottom part or the underwear?

after making one and a half "Gordon but he's a whore" i was like now it time to make "Gordon but he serves the Lord"

he's still a whore. he still serves the Lord! you can have both!

NOTHING AT ALL TO SAY ABOUT THE RAT

rescas turned him into a little guy pick him up and carry him around he wants out...

that suit is just made of cloth pick him up!!!!

so yeah this is missing two or three they don't matter

yeah these are...mine.... no one else is deranged enough to fuck up a perfectly fine character like i did many times

#milk skribs #gordon freeman #and ALL THOSE OTHER BITCHES #hl: hellven #hl:nge #hlvr2m #hl:ani #hl: sparkle on!#hl #malewife #pilot #gordon rattmann #gordon 'hole' fuckman #goldfree

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farthngdr · 30 days

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This post is tinhatting to the nth degree, and it includes speculation about the current State of the Union of Cockles that is undoubtedly unpopular. If you're sensitive about this subject, turn back now.

(For the sake of context: I adore Cockles and want them to last forever.)

Someone mentioned that Jensen was asked at a recent con to name a favorite band or song. He answered that he had just learned to sing and to play a song called "Wondering Why" on guitar.

I read the lyrics to the song, which I am including here. Clearly he means this song to be a tribute to Danneel:

"She comes from silver spoon, golden rule, private school Never missed Sunday church And I come from blue collar, low dollar Out here where concrete meets old red dirt

And I don't know what happened But it sure don't add up on paper But when I close my eyes late at night You can bet I thank my maker

She keeps on loving me Loves me the way I am She's not just along for the ride She's my biggest fan Lord, it's a little old piece of heaven When we lay down at night She keeps on loving me And I keep on wondering why

She's got a wicked smile, angel eyes Every guy wanting to hold her close She's as pretty as sin Like the sun sinking down on the California coast

Alright, alright, alright

I don't know what happened But it sure don't add up on paper And as long as she lets me I'll take her wherever she wants me to take her, oh

She keeps on loving me Loves me the way I am She's not just along for the ride She's my biggest fan And it's a little old piece of heaven When we lay down at night She keeps on loving me And I keep on wondering why."

My first reaction was, "That's really interesting, Jensen doesn't typically sing love songs that clearly reference the 'she/her' pronouns, so he is experiencing a renewed appreciation for Danneel." Wonder why...?

The lyrics are also taking a dig at a certain kind of person, the kind who is only "along for the ride." I wondered if that particular line was a dig at Misha, as I believe Jensen might have distanced himself from Misha due to the whole girlfriend debacle. I attended Burcon and the Jenmish panel, and I felt very strongly that Jensen had changed toward Misha, most likely due to Misha's inviting a new woman into his life, and also most likely without asking anyone else's consent to do so (except maybe from his kids). Judging by the cold (as in Arctic) mood of the panel, as well as a few mean-spirited swipes at Misha, something was definitely off between the two.

The song says she has "angel eyes" ?

Also: "It's a little old piece of heaven/When we lay down at night." Jensen has sung Bryan Adams' song "Heaven," which is thought by many to be a song he sings for Misha. ("When I'm lying here in your arms/I'm finding it hard to believe/We're in heaven.")

And I kept thinking about that line--"along for the ride." Could that be what a hurt and jealous Jensen thinks about Misha? That Misha was really just along for the ride, as opposed to Danneel, who has remained loyal and committed to him through thick and thin?

And then I saw a poem Alma posted on their story today. It's titled "Along for the Ride."

(I have no proof of anything. I know nothing. Just a mind that tends to see connections. And yes, possibly where there aren't any.)

If folks come at me for this, I guess I'll do what I always end up doing these days- -I'll have to delete it.

Oh well.

POSTSCRIPT: SInce the posting of "I'm going I'm gone," Alma really went. Not even posting their daily favorite verses on their Instagram story, which have been a staple of their account for several years. Alma, please come back. We weren't just along for the ride.

#Alma Perpetua #Jensen singing Wondering Why #trouble in Cocklesland?#oddly mean tone at Jenmish panel Burcon 2024 #god I love Cockles and so want them to be OK #Alma don't be gone long

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kaeyx · 4 months

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OMG YESS! but in my AU Dazai and Chuuya actually have a chance to become ruler!reader concubines, yes Dazai is a royal advisor and since his job is to advise the monarch on political decisions and in one of the meet up let's say some dude brought up about how a ruler must have concubines or consort in order to promote diplomacy and to keep the ruler in check! so ruler!reader just goes along with it, while dazai was basically shocked, how could you! after you spent your childhood growing up with him and chuuya, he expected for you to be so uptight about it or maybe finding a reason that you don't need a consort!

but of course that mf is slick so like after the royal meet up thingy, Dazai proposes to find the perfect candidate for you saying stuff like "you'll need candidates that's not only someone who can keep you in check but also a knowledgeable and strong enough person who can actually help the kingdom" so since ruler!reader only wants what is best for the kingdom that actually sounded good for them

that until ruler!reader realised the situation when they found Dazai and Chuuya's proposal on their desk along with the other candidates, but Dazai and Chuuya can help the kingdom so of course they're on the list but ruler!reader will have to ask them again, like. really seriously. i mean they still can do their job but the titles will have to go since they'll be a concubine and probably be a mock to society since they will have to lower their rank (especially chuuya since i make him a captain of the imperial guard, so it'll be a little though for him to be a concubine lol, i love chuuya but it's for the plot😔)

but it can't only be two concubines, five is the minimum.

though a certain jester and especially a man from the cold neighbouring land also caught your eyes, why would a man with powers like him want to become your concubine? that doesn't make sense you'll have to keep an eye on him.

(this is so long, tumblr please don't eat this up)

Ajfkskvsi imagine having a meeting where someone brings up how weird it is that you're not taking a spouse but also have no concubines, and they're pretty annoying. You give your reasons for not wanting to but it's too late, Dazai put two and two together, it's over for you. He immediately turns up the charm to 11 and starts suggesting you get a lover, just someone to keep you company, sate your urges, warm your bed! Yeah he loves being an advisor to the crown but this is even better, this is the opportunity of a lifetime.

It takes Dazai approximately 5 seconds to get Chuuya on board. He's captain of the guard and desperately wants to be closer to you and it's not like being a concubine would stop him from protecting you, which is what he wants most in the world. If anything he could be even closer, he could keep you safe in your sleep. A few other lords also offer themselves up, and maybe some neighbouring kingdoms send in a candidate or two as a peace gift! A bright, slightly creepy, strangely magnetic young man with dark hair who always seems to know what you're thinking. A spunky young lord from the next kingdom over who's clearly smart, but too.... strange to ever fit the knight or monastic life. Or Nikolai could be a stowaway/thief/street performer. Or an assassin.....

Also if anyone wants to include Mori and Fukuzawa in this au they could also be knights! More senior ones covered in knotted scars, aching shoulders and backs from years of training and wielding weapons, who you can convince to retire because like this they still get to serve you without risking themselves.

#dazai.bsd #chuuya.bsd #i have soooooo many thoughtsssssss #me and my intense obsession with European medieval society.

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sofoulandfairaday · 10 months

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I LOVE LOVE LOVE your hc posts, do you have any for Our Lord (Voldemort) and Saviour?

I don't know who you are, so I cannot give you credit, but Our Lord Voldemort and Saviour is not only now mineTM but also the title of a future fic. I will make it the title of a future fic. It's possibly the best thing I've ever heard.

A bit of a kleptomaniac (I think this is canon, actually). He wills himself to stop, but the urge to take take take still remains strong in him. He steals at Wools, he steals at Hogwarts from the purses of boys too rich to notice, he steals ancient artefacts around the world in his travels, he steals other people's wives (yes, yours, Rod).

He wasn't well-liked initially at Hogwarts (poor mudbloods usually aren't) and graduated as the most popular boy in Slytherin. He managed to master the perfect, intoxicating, charismatic personality that allowed him to rule his first followers by both fear and love; he would shed the latter when he switched to Death Eaters.

Inferiority Complex the size of the sun (this is also canon); the same can be said for his Superiority Complex.

He doesn't really believe in pureblood superiority. Of course, he despises Muggles and Mudbloods, but he doesn't do it for blood, he does what he does for power. Anyone who says differently fundamentally misunderstands his character. There is no one in his life he doesn't see as a tool or a pawn. He is fond of people but it will never be unconditional. This is also a dealbreaker in reading about him: when he does something that goes against his best interests for someone else it immediately screams OOC.

Following this point, my headcanon is that he murdered most of his former classmates. They all die suspiciously young, and the closer they were to him, the earlier they were offed. This is what happened to Rodolphus and Rabastan's father (they were none the wiser), Evan Rosier's uncle (he wasn't either), Orion Black (who already had one foot in the grave after Reggie's death) and many many more.

The wizard closest to him in his later years (the beginning of the First Wizarding War) and right-hand man was Antonin Dolohov, the only one who was there for part of his travels and who he met in Eastern Europe. He was already Lord Voldemort then.

This title was later snatched by Bellatrix Black Lestrange, the only true Dark Arts protégée he ever had.

However, he did enjoy teaching. He had various pupils, during the years, to whom he taught something of his own. Especially during the last years of the First War, he grew close to his younger recruits. Whereas his old classmates could never fully unsee the Tom Riddle behind Lord Voldemort, his younger Death Eaters (Severus Snape, Barty Crouch) were desperate for his approval, fierce, and brilliant. (The same qualities he had found in Bellatrix some years prior.) This is why they became his favourites. People who, like him, were hungry and misunderstood and had a rawness that his pampered, aristocratic “friends” had never possessed.

Where did he go during his travels? Where didn't he go during his travels. Anything written by @ meanwhiletimely's Vagaries and Vagrants is canon to me, but also: Italy, Egypt, Russia, Greece, Persia, Germany, and many more. He wreaked havoc everywhere (I have a cute little story in the works). He fled before they could get to him, but he is effectively banned from a dozen countries.

I, for one, am not a believer in the Lestranges' divorce in a hypothetical Voldemort!wins AU. He wouldn't marry Bellatrix ever, he also wouldn't want her to divorce Rodolphus, because having Madame Lestrange is far more appealing to him than having Miss Black. With the former, he is taking away what is someone else's. It's just better that way.

Is he straight, gay, bi? Ace? I used to see him as ace, actually. But then someone pointed out to me this enlightening quote: “Everything in the world is about sex, except sex. Sex is about power.” And I thought bingo. So I would say bi, leaning towards women, because he was raised in a Muggle possibly Christian orphanage in the 1930s. Homosexuality only became legal in the UK in 1967. But he would do anything and I mean anything to get what he wants, so... He's def done it before.

Also: Religious Trauma. Was definitely dragged kicking and screaming to a priest for an exorcism, maybe more than once.

Alphard Black liked him, then was turned off by the fact that he was very clearly EvilTM. Also, he did have sex with his cousin Lucretia or, as Walburga put it, defiled her with his Halfblood touch.

Very Thin. Also, less and less attractive every year. He used to look like a Greek god pre-Horcrux, but I don't see him wanting to be that at forty. He's vain, but not in that sense. He hates his Muggle father's Muggle face. Also covered in scars (some from the physical punishments at the orphanage, some from his experiments with dark magic). Actually carless with his body, which is only a mere vessel for the soul anyway.

This is getting a little long, and I do have an exam tomorrow so I'll leave it at that, but I will probably do a part 2. Now that I'm re-reading it is all sounds pretty vague.

#lord voldemort #tom marvolo riddle #answered #asks #headcanons

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inafieldofdaisies · 9 months

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OCs (muses, whatever your heart desires) as historical romance archetypes | uquiz | tagged by @corvosattano and @jackiesarch 💗

Listen, first, I so heard most of the questions and answers in Peter's (from The Great) voice, they just ooze his energy. Same for the results. 😂

The Rake: Oh, the rake. "Rake" is a broad term, and a lot of heroes can BE rakes, there's a certain iconic vibe to a Rake Classic. A rake FUCKS. And not in an annoying way. Like, a rake would slip out of your bed, kiss you gently, and say "I'm so glad we shared this time together" in a way that suggests you'll never see him again, but you'll still say thank you. A rake doesn't want to settle down, but he deeply appreciates women. He may say things like "I actually think women do have rights. Hell, perhaps they should even vote" because he's like... not a feminist, but a big believer in the power of pussy. He doesn't HATE love, it's just not for him. Until it is. Rakes can often fence, do a gentlemanly boxing, and perhaps duel, but they are *not* your first choice in a fight. They are probably beloved at the local brothels, both because they fuck so good and because they spend all their money there. A rake may be titled; however, he may also be a second son (womp womp). It's vERY possible that a rake has mommy issues. Give him time, and he will confide in you. Probably while telling you that is why... he cannot love. The rake may not be good at a lot of things that aren't sex. This might be his secondary crisis, and his arc might involve "Rake Gets Job?"

okay, but why is this kinda accurate 😂

The Good Guy: Isn't that great for you? The good guy isn't a NICE guy. He doesn't expect sexual favors because he's nice to you; and he's so charming, he can probably get laid elsewhere. He may have a tragic backstory and a fatal flaw, but that's not going to get him down. He doesn't play at alpha male bullshit, and he may not be a duke, or a lord, or the owner of the world's first department store. But he's a Solid Guy. He will love, honor, and obey, and he will NOT! Do a nonsense. He will, however, eat pussy. He's a good guy.

LESLIE. 😂😂😂😂LESSSLLIIIE.

and for giggles, ignoring this is aimed at heroes... let's see what Mercedes would get as a test to see if it's accurate for the girls

The Villain: HARK! 'TIS A VILLAIN! GUARD YOUR VIRGINITY WITH YOUR LIFE!!! "A villain" means many things, it's true. But a historical romance is often referred to as a villain in text, whether or not he has actually committed any actual crimes. He may be the King of the London Underworld (what underworld? shut up), he may be a guy who's crossed the line from rake to "oh this is very much something that would get you 5 to 10" (let's not name names), he may be a guy who did something so terrible to you when y'all were young and it broke you it BROKE YOU and now he's back and looking FINE. The key to the villain is that he must be dragged by the balls emotionally (sometimes literally) until he is at his heroine's feet, a broken man, who would do literally anything to have her. Like, he may NOT be redeemed. He may stay bad. Or he may settle down and become a loving father of four. But no matter what, a villain will always happily gut someone like a fish if they even look at you wrong. And that's, frankly, super hot. Note: villains will often commit their main crimes in prior books. Evil cackling while he forces you into marriage optional.

Ummm. Yes? 😂😂😂😂 Cackling at the "gut someone like a fish" bit. She would.

Tagging @poisonedtruth @socially-awkward-skeleton @strafethesesinners @strangefable @direwombat @chazz-anova @voidika @adelaidedrubman @nightbloodbix @jillvalentinesday @madparadoxum @v0idbuggy @josephseedismyfather @josephslittledeputy @dumbassdep @clicheantagonist @redreart @purplehairsecretlair @aceghosts @shegetsburned @florbelles and anyone that would like to do the tag 💗

#tagged <3 #oc: calahan hartley #oc: leslie parish #oc: mercedes “mercy” sibley #ocs #fc5 ocs #fc5 deputy #far cry 5 oc #far cry 5 deputy #wip: in hope of tomorrow #oc uquiz #uquiz tag #uquiz results #uquiz #oc character #oc game #character reference #character analysis

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waterlilyrose · 1 year

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What if during the meeting with the Queen (after the proposal), Kate actually scoffs (rather loudly) when the Queen suggests Anthony and Edwina are a true love match. She then goes on to point out that Anthony is not marrying for love (because she no longer gives af)

Oh that would be so satisfying.

Kate would feel almost dizzy with the turnaround that has occurred to her since the Hearts and Flowers ball. One minute she was dancing in his arms with him looking at her like she was everything he ever wanted and never thought he could have; they had been a breath (literally a breath) away from kissing in that study and just when she had decided to follow Lady Danbury's advice and tell Edwina the truth... The anger and feeling of betrayal was actually good for Kate - it helped take some attention away from the pain in her chest.

Now Edwina and Lord Bridgerton were engaged, Lady Danbury had clearly decided the time to speak had passed so Kate better sit still and smile and Kate...the wedding would be prompt so she literally counted the days when she could depart for a new life in India. If she had her way, she might slip out of the wedding reception and be on her way to Dover before the bedding ceremony. But either way...escape was not possible yet.

The Queen demanded a meeting with her Diamond and Lord Bridgerton. The monarch was delighted at her 'success' at bringing them together. Kate just had to sit on the sidelines and stir her tea. She felt Lord Bridgerton's eyes glance her way constantly and was tempted to dash her tea in his face - "Your fiancee is sat next to you and the Queen is directly in front. Pick which one to focus on and look at them!"

Edwina's delight is as heartbreaking as it is irritating. Her Bon is so excited at the fuss she will receive and all Kate is required to do is smile tightly.

"Can you believe it Didi? It is like a fairytale come true?" Edwina beams.

Fairytales are complete fantasy so yes, this is a fairytale because it's not at all real. But Kate couldn't say that - she'd raised Edwina on books professing how beautiful life was. If she had made a rod for her own back, that was Kate's problem.

"You deserve nothing less, Bon."

The Queen is clearly exultant - "Nothing less for a true love match!"

Kate doesn't know what comes over her but in that moment she can't stop herself.

She scoffs. Hard.

The noise is like a claxon throughout the room and everyone is looking at her in various states of shock - Lady Danbury is giving her a look a warning, the Queen is look affronted, Lady Mary and Edwina are looking startled and Lord Bridgerton...oh what does it even matter what he looks like anymore? He's not happy and hasn't looked it since he entered the room.

"Didi?" Edwina says in alarm.

"Something you would like to say Miss. Sharma?" The Queen asks (a.k.a demands) with a voice that sounds dangerously unimpressed.

Kate knows she should backtrack - claim she was choked up with emotion. But she does neither.

She wants to stand up and scream until there is not a breath left in her lungs that Lord Bridgerton doesn't want love. He has no desire for it and sees it as a hindrance. She wants to shout that Edwina will at best get a pretty title, a polite bedmate, a few children and a house she can't control. She wants to scream that she is slowly dying from a wound inflicted on that courtyard at Aubrey Hall and she doesn't know how long it will be until she bleeds to death.

But, as her eyes flicker to Bon and also Lord Bridgerton, she stops herself.

What's the point? She has told Edwina again and again that Lord Bridgerton can't love her as anything more than someone to beget children with. She's tried to block his attempts to pursue Edwina, she's begged Edwina to listen to his flowery words carefully to know he never promises affection let alone love and she's tried to show him as he is at Aubrey Hall. Edwina is not listening and doesn't want to listen. And Kate knows that she will be cast in a bad light if she continues to argue her points. What's the point of speaking if you aren't heard?

And she lets her eyes fall on Lord Bridgerton and decides once again that she could have spoke in that study. He told her to tell him she did not care for him. Tell me you feel nothing and I will walk away. She hadn't said a word.

When she wanted to speak in the courtyard, Lord Bridgerton...Anthony...strode past her, unwilling to hear her words. He was too intent on saying his own to her sister - too intent on asking Edwina a question that would bind her to him and ruin any chance of happiness for all of them.

The time to speak was done. And she wasn't going to speak up now. Her words had never had any influence anyway.

So, turning her head from the sister she adored and the man she would have to love in secret all her life, she looked at the Queen.

"No, Ma'am. Just something in my throat."

(sorry I didn't make Kate speak the truth here - Kate would care too much about her family to burn her bridge and humiliate her sister. So I changed it a bit. It's more depressing but more real to me now).

#waterlilyrose #bridgerton #kanthony #kathony #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #kate and anthony #fanfiction #fanfic #edwina sharma #I get so angry on Kate's behalf during this episode #so yeah #let them make the worst decisions of their lives and leave them to it my queen

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What if we tossed a very soft and motherly MC into Ramshackle with all the swap boys??

Swap AU time! Everybody gets in on this!!

Swap!Grim: Can you be hench-human if he is also human...? Has a whole rivalry arc with you where everyone just thinks you're the housewarden of Ramshackle and he tries getting the title from you, but eventually grows more and more tsundere until he just lets you run things and love on him. Also you're head cook of Ramshackle, no ifs ands or buts.

Swap!Yuu: Thanks whatever god exists in Wonderland for your presence. Such a tired kitty cat, needs all the help and love they can get. Flops on your lap from time to time and asks for pats

Swap!Riddle: At first tries to be his usual self, but the instant you show him genuine affection, he's a GONER. Cries a little when you hold him and pat his head or help him with his strict influencer schedule and probably lets you get away with quite a lot.

Swap!Cater: Oh lord, he needs that love and support. He's pretty much been Cinderella all his life, please give him some assistance with whatever someone else has been asking him to do for them. He said no pickles

Swap!Trey: You're his role model, and goodness he's gonna need you helping him. He tries to get you to teach him so much stuff about how to properly care for others, and he follows you around like a lost little puppy dog. Really wants to help you with things, too. Something too high or too heavy? Big excitable himbo is here to help! Don't worry, he'll keep his teasing to a minimum.

Swap!Deuce: Tries to butter you up for treats and affection and you know it. A mama's boy through and through. You're very patient and loving, but you have nerves, and he IS on them. Frequently. Pouts to you all the time when something doesn't go right.

Swap!Ace: This absolute H*rry P*tter npc ass boy can go suck a DI beat himself over the head with his textbooks. Just because you're all soft and sweet doesn't mean he's nice to you.

Swap!Leona: Single father of entire dorm desperately needs a co-parent, he will actively pay you. Agree to help him take care of his pack and you'll immediately be compensated with the wholehearted respect and adoration of about 400+ huge animal jocks. Completely respects your hustle as the parent/therapist of all of NRC and will actually defend you if he hears someone talking shit.

Swap!Ruggie: Tries to swindle food and love off you, but if he ever sees that you're getting attached, he might start showing his appreciation a little. Maybe will do you a couple favors, as long as he can shrug it off as being solely in his own interests.

Swap!Jack: Is not a good puppy. Try to wake him up early so he can go to school on time and he'll hate you. Regular mean teenager, needs a scolding. Or a chancla to the tail if you can run fast.

Swap!Azul: Get in the (unisex) maid outfit NOW. You are being employed, do not resist. Your vibes are impeccable, and must be utilized to boost morale for maximum benefits. Also likes to squeeze you because he thinks you're soft and warm, hope you like being the boss's favorite! And also the rapidly changing environment (and moods)! Buff octopus, collecting sweetie pies for snuggles like pokemon, and that includes you.

Swap!Floyd: Ah yes, his favorite teasing subject. He chooses to be a menace in the most affectionate way possible. Will do random (unasked) favors for you and expect lots of love in return. He's like a loan shark, but for hugs and pats.

Swap!Jade: Please let him lay on your lap and be petted while he rambles about his mushrooms. He will cry if you do AND if you don't, one is just better crying than the other. If you give him anything related to mushrooms or tell him something you found out about them on your own, he will love you forever and ever. Will try to get you good deals on whatever Azul has decided to put the Mostro brand toward at the moment, but will get very shy when asked about it.

Swap!Kalim: Is suspicious of you at first, who ISN'T he suspicious of, but he warms up to you faster than most, and eventually you'll be on his "protect at all costs" list. He adores you, really. Being in your presence gives him a rare feeling of safety and peace, and he can't possibly thank you enough for that. Kalim finds boundless comfort in you. Anything you need, you come to him.

Swap!Jamil: Though at first a little wary, after saving (or cowering with) him from the terror that is a stray kitchen spider, he puts his trust in you. You two do chores and gossip together all the time, and Jamil finds that being around you makes his cheer less of a front to cope and instead much more genuine. His smiles are a lot softer and laughter comes so much easier, he just finds that life can actually be pleasant for once.

Swap!Vil: Snatched. Completely and utterly snatched. Some people call kidnapping "surprise adoption", but this is entirely reversed. He will hold you hostage and force you to sign up for adopting him. He will do everything short of overtly harassing you for affection. You WILL get Rook'd. If you're the type of person to say "I can fix him", it's already too late. He has you in his clutches.

Swap!Rook: You are the sole semblance of comfort in this poor jungle boy's world. He looks at you like a dog in an ASPCA ad. Rook will come up to you like a baby deer whose lost its family. If you express interest in helping him get back to his natural habitat Savanaclaw, he will forever hear angel choirs when you enter his field of vision. You're the only one he willingly lets give affection to him. He loves you so much

Swap!Epel: Ah yes, tsundere time. He'll try to bully you, keyword try, and fail miserably. He showed up on your doorstep with some expensive apple-scented beauty products as """a much needed way to improve yourself so nothing further can be said""" aka an apology. He tries his best to befriend (which he denies) and "improve" you. I sincerely hope you have a lot of tolerance for this.

Swap!Idia: More reverse adoption, here we go. He sees you, gets a read on your personality, and just plops you down in front of Ortho. If you do manage to befriend the baby, you will 100% befriend the robot soon after. He tries to accommodate you, and learn from how you treat others and Ortho. If there's ever something you want to know more about, he's your bot!

Swap!Ortho: Oh this baby needs a loving parent. This poor little boy will cling to you with all he has. You're the only one other than Idia he lets into his room, because you're also the only one who doesn't really spook him. It's like having a nervous cat, but with a 16 year old gamer.

Swap!Malleus: INTO THE CUDDLE HOARD WITH YOU, CHILD OF MAN. REJOICE. Instantaneous adoption the MINUTE you show him some gentleness, you are now a member of Diasomnia. Despite how loud and self-aggrandizing he is, he is very, very gentle with you. Treats you like glass all the time and wants you to rely on him (not like he doesn't do that already with the guard squad). Did he adopt you, or did he want you to adopt him? Either way, he takes a lot of comfort in the moments where you just lay him down and shower him in affection, it makes the world around him feel less fragile and claustrophobic. He likes to curl up next to you and make himself feel small.

Swap!Lilia: OUGH. Your shared vibes, UNMATCHED. UNPARALLELED. WITHOUT EQUAL. Casts a 500m calming effect on any living entity in range. Holy shit. The softness. The love. The cozy home feel. Just you two being in the same room starts repairing the tears in reality and fixes tragic backstories, not to mention when you start a chill conversation or share stories together.

Swap!Silver: By nature, he's just a goofy prankster, but he treats you nicely like his father. His various tricks tend to be funny for the both of you or even downright helpful, and he likes to show off his tricks for you. The most harm he'll ever do is give you a good spook by showing up out of nowhere. He might pester you more than Lilia though, because he can count on you being awake! Certified little scamp.

Swap!Sebek: Your vibes have been approved, have a nice day. He's chill and you vibe together, maybe wander around campus a bit, all in all no notes.

#twst swap au #swap!heartslabyul #swap!savanaclaw #swap!octavinelle #swap!scarabia #swap!pomefiore #swap!ignihyde #swap!diasomnia

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cafeinthemoon · 1 year

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Ruins - Part VIII

Chapter 8/?

Wordcount 2,7k

Title Part VIII

Fandom Shuumatsu no Valkyrie / Record of Ragnarok

Pairing Hades x reader

Previous chapters

1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 . 6 . 7

Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 💛

Warning (s): none

Tagging: @darling-imobsessed @holdyourwine (if you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just leave a comment here or send me an ask or a message)

N. A.: The family is now complete in this one guys 😭 Enjoy reader being scorted back to the party by two siblings who are not above starting an argument for nothing, Adamas complimenting reader's honesty (?), Zeus being unable to finish a sentence and a certain sea lord not knowing how to babysit a human…

Also, there's something I've already wrote about in my list of notes and references for this story (which you can find at my Quotev), but I want to discuss it here as well: the use of the words child, tiny, little, etc. towards reader doesn't have any connections to her appearance or a suggestion that she's a minor. I didn't specify it in the story, but about 90% of the human girls sent to Vallhala are adults in their 20s, in this is reader's case. These terms are merely a way to depict the gods' general perception of humans, whether they're adult or not.

Anyways thank you for being here and enjoy this new chapter 🥰

I am Adamas, Hades’ younger brother and god of Conquest.

That was the most direct – not to say blunt – introduction you’ve seen since you arrived at Valhalla, if you didn’t count Hermes’, with all the discretion inherent to him.

So... now you had two of his family members before you, as different from each other as fire and water, yet sharing the familiarity and the moderate rawness only allowed between siblings or old acquaintances, and when you remembered that they have been tolerating one another for countless ages, things would get even more unsurprising and justifiable: Adamas wasn’t satisfied to see that Zeus was the first to find this mortal girl about whom his elder brother spoke, and Zeus wasn’t happy to realize that he no longer had your attention only for him and his talking.

And little you were just standing there in the middle of this, not wanting it to continue but forbidden from doing anything to solve it by the defenselessness of your position.

You also realized why the concept of Conquest was attached to Adamas now that you were seeing him: wherever the place he entered and the people who witnessed his arrival, no one would stay indifferent to him; his aspect and manners were not made to enchant, but to catch the observers’ attention and to mold it to his will, so whether you liked or agreed with him, you would just accept that he knew what to do and would let him take the lead, offering your compliance. That was what happened with you seconds ago, and you couldn’t even understand what was going on.

On the other hand, Zeus had a much less impressive presence at first sight – it was even disappointing for the leader of the Greek pantheon and the Lord of Heaven – but one look into those eyes of his was enough to show that this was all on purpose and that you shouldn’t make the mistake of underestimating that playful, prosaic old man, believing he was nothing more than this.

– My brother and I traveled together here, as we haven’t done in centuries – Adamas was saying – I would have come later, since I have no interest in mortal girls and teaching, but he insisted, and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for him.

You weren’t sure if he was still talking to Zeus or if that was for you, but the way you gazed at him brought his heavier gaze over you in return.

– I don’t have to stay here if that displeases me so much. Is that what you’re thinking?

You gasped. The answer was yes, but you didn’t think it leaked through your eyes so easily.

– I…

– No need to excuses – he cut you off – I’ll leave soon, but not before hearing everything my brother has to say.

You kept quiet and got a harsh laugh as response for this.

– It’s nothing personal, mortal, so don’t lose your sleep on that. At least you’re honest and funny – and glancing around, at the balcony’s limits, – What are we doing here, anyway? The party is inside.

With a “hm”, Zeus agreed and took short, cheerful steps toward the entry.

– I’m thirsty. I think I’m going to get myself some wine.

– So soon… – Adamas mumbled to himself as he walked after him.

You were going to stay behind and restart your line of thoughts, but the two gods stared at you without speaking, making it clear that you were supposed to follow them.

***

You passed under the balcony’s curtains believing you were going back to the room you just left, a place you helped to decorate and with which you were familiar, maybe to find some of your friends, just brought by Hermes-sama. However, the reception you had that time, in the company of the two gods, made you think you walked into a completely different space.

Once you stepped in, with Zeus-sama at your right and Adamas-sama at your left, the nearest people turned their necks to you with strange looks; if they were of surprise or disapproval, you weren’t sure, and you didn’t think you’d feel better if you found out. The conversations, once cheerful and loud, were getting quieter, until they stopped. You glanced at Zeus, then at Adamas, but none of them showed any sign that they were going to explain the situation: they just kept walking toward the next space where more tables were settled, while the guests stepped back to open the way for them.

You reached a corner of the room where most of the presents were gods who arrived when the human girls’ guardianship period started; apart from yourself, the only humans there were their disciples. Male and female elves were walking among them with goblets over golden trays, their silent feet slipping on the floor with an elegance only possible for them. The reactions of the people to your arrival there weren’t different from the ones in the previous room.

That time, you couldn’t help but turn to Zeus and ask for an explanation… which he happily gave you before you could speak.

– There’s one brother left, child...

– And, of course, we wouldn’t find him anywhere but hiding in the remotest place of the building – Adamas completed the sentence in an annoyed manner.

The last brother, Poseidon-sama. How does he look like?

You started looking around in an attempt to see if you could guess him among the crowd, but you only found the people you already knew: deities from the Nordic, Indian, Egyptian, Japanese pantheons and minor gods; none of them had the slightest Greek trait, or so you thought. Besides, unlike Adamas pointed out, there was no place to hide in there…

You barely finished this thought and had to hold back a scream, for the scare you experienced now was worse than the one caused by Zeus at the balcony: in one moment, there was no one in front of you; in the next, your sight was obstructed.

– Ha! – Zeus laughed at your side – Here he is.

The two brothers soon acknowledged the arrival of the third one, and you couldn’t be left behind: you raised your eyes and found a tall, young man standing in noble, bluish clothing and a pair of shoes of the same shade, his gaze alternating between his relatives. The man had wavy, blond hair and no beard, making him look younger than them, though you already knew he was older than Zeus.

When he finally lowered his eyes to you, you stepped back in an unconscious, defensive gesture: it was impossible to guess if that was the look of someone who was going to kill you or to greet you.

So… this is Poseidon-sama.

Yes, if you’d only count his appearance, you could say that Poseidon was almost as beautiful as Hades, but the resemblance ended here.

If looking at Hades was like having your heart warmed and your spirit comforted once you got used to him, looking at that man was like having your heart broken and seeing your darkest secrets leaking from it before a shocked crowd. Though his traits were carved in perfection, the cold spirit inside them was something you wouldn’t want to have nothing to do with: his emotionless expression and the weight of his gaze was the same of the sea waters in a stormy night. Many times, when you were a child, you observed the gigantic, violent waves from your house’s window during storms, and sensed the existence of this weight, of this indifference to the emotional oscillations of the small, human soul; now, they were reunited and condensed in the form of that pair of ruthless, blue eyes over you, ready to tear you apart.

You weren’t really surprised with such observations, of course – the title of “Tyrant of the Seas” was well known even in distant places such as your homeland – but that didn’t make things easy for you. All you wanted was to run away from him.

Please, stop looking. Please, go away.

The Lord of the Seas was the first of the group to speak, and when he did, you confirmed what you already knew: that it would be preferable to deal with the rawness of Adamas or the eccentricity of Zeus than with the low tones and smooth gestural of their brother.

These were his words, about you but not directed to you:

– This human… This female has a decent face. My brother... must know what he is doing.

You opened your mouth, but forced it to shut again before the obvious question came out and the god in fact tried to end you for your boldness.

Female? Decent face? What is he talking about?

Yes, you doubted that Poseidon had any experience in talking to or about humans, but now you were also sure that he hasn’t seen one in centuries. Was that a compliment or a mere observation?

Before anything else happened, you heard a sigh behind you, then Adamas’ voice.

– Good evening for you too, brother – he crossed his arms over his chest – Have you seen Hades around?

The other barely looked at the speaker to reply.

– No. But he’ll be here soon – and, turning to Zeus, – And I suppose we have to keep her with us until there?

Zeus gave him a positive answer and you wondered how long they would keep talking as if you weren’t able to understand them. What did they think you were? A child, as they liked to say, or a pet? Well, maybe they did; maybe you were just spoiled by Hermes-sama, who always behaved like you were close friends, and what you were seeing now was the regular treatment gods gave the mortals.

But that didn’t explain the way Hades treated you – no condescension, no arrogant assumptions, like you were some sort of exotic species. In the few encounters you had, he always spoke to you as an equal, in respectful, simple manners, as two souls talking to each other. Now you were wondering why he acted that way; what did he want you to think? Yes, you had a connection due to your dreams, but why wouldn’t he speak openly about his thoughts and make you understand what this was all about instead of giving you space to imagine things? Why did he give you that enigma to solve? What exactly did he reveal to his brothers?

And why the people in that room kept looking at you that way?

You swallowed. No longer able to stay quiet, you gathered all your remaining courage and spoke again.

– What’s… What’s going on?

The three turned to you at the same time, but Zeus was the first to reply.

– What do you mean, girl?

You glanced at your surroundings.

– Why is everyone... staring?

Zeus opened his mouth to give you an answer, but it didn’t come from him.

– And why is this a surprise to you, human?

It was Poseidon’s voice. You immediately turned to him, his eyes on you in something close to annoyance, the same of someone who is forced to explain an obvious fact.

– They are in the presence of gods. And not only that: we are on the top of our pantheon. Paying us attention is the least these people must do.

You started to observe each of those people’s faces, and the understanding of the circumstances finally came to you. It wasn’t for nothing that you felt so small when you thought of the distance between your own reality and the one in that place: that was their world, after all; what would be seen as the depths of arrogance and disrespect among men was the rule for them. The presence of human children, as Hermes used to call you, in a small part of their territory would never mean the change of the said rule.

And my presence here wouldn’t make things different as well. No matter what my dream is about… and how gentle Hades seemed to be. Maybe the message of my dream was always clear, and I just didn’t want to see it: I should never try to touch the ruins. They weren’t meant for me.

You glanced at Poseidon, who was still staring at you.

– I… Think I understand something now.

No one made any effort to continue that conversation, and you were glad for that, because you saw the perfect opportunity to do what you had to do. You stepped back, ready to excuse yourself from the brothers’ presence…

But haven’t had the time to say anything: all the three gods looked ahead of you, and something in their faces changed with what they saw. You turned back to find what was going on, and any attempt to understand or describe what you felt when you saw the same as them would be useless.

The gods, the heroes, the elves and the human girls all turned their looks to the newcomer, opening the way for him in respectful silence as he took calm steps toward your group. The gods bowed their heads to his passage, and some put their hands upon their chests in reverence: it was clear that none of them was expecting to see him there, but that didn’t make them forget their good manners.

By the expressions of the humans among them, you confirmed that none of them knew about him except you, and that only deepened their surprise: who was this stranger whose arrival was enough to make even their divine guardians be quiet and step back, afraid of obstructing his path? What kind of authority was that?

And to think that, only a few days ago, you were wandering among the Gardens in his company, engaged in deep talking and sharing fruits like old friends... Was that man and this one really the same?

So, he’s finally here... Hades-sama.

He was dressed in white, as elegantly as Poseidon, wearing an eye patch over his right eye, thin waves of his gray hair falling upon it; over his shoulders, a white cape with fine embroidery on its hem, matching the overall pattern of his clothing.

Just like the other presents, his three brothers nodded to greet him, and he nodded back in response. However, his first words were not directed to them.

Hades had his gaze on you, and through it you saw the truth of what he said.

– Evening, y/n. It is with immense pleasure that I meet you here – and, glancing above your head, – I can see Hermes delivered my gift as requested. And, as expected, it looks magnificent in you.

You bowed to him just like the rest of the room.

– Thank you for it. It’s beautiful. And I’m just as happy to meet you again, Hades-sama.

The growing curves on his lips at the mention of his name, coming from your mouth for the first time, didn’t go unnoticed by you.

– You did it, then. You found the answers.

You nodded.

– I did what I could, but destiny helped me on the hardest parts.

– There’s no need to be so modest – Hades replied with softness – I’m sure that destiny would never say no to a wise, adorable damsel in need of assistance.

You couldn’t see your own eyes when you heard that, but you sensed they got brighter, and this change was pleasing to him. You observed his face and, for a moment, the warm feeling you’ve become familiar with during your previous encounters returned to your heart, and you almost forgot the deliberations of just one moment ago; for a moment, you allowed yourself to think everything was going to be like that, and the natural abyss of your people and position could cease to exist with a mere exchange of sweet words. For a brief moment, you were just a girl cheering with the attentions of a gentleman.

However, you knew that this wasn’t but a dream, more tenuous than the one of the ruins, though more pleasing. And all dreams have to come to an end – the persistent looks of the guests wouldn’t let you forget that.

You swallowed and prepared yourself to act accordingly.

– And it was an honor to have such assistance, as much as it was honor to meet you. I’m glad for our encounters and our conversations, and for your gift. However... – you stretched your hand to reach the pin and took it off your hair, holding it with both hands as you gave it back to him – I can’t accept more than that.

Part IX

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@decafeined-moth was having some issues working out how to post on AO3, so I thought "hey, why not make a step-by-step post dedicated to this, this way it can help other people too?" So here's the

Guide On How To Post On AO3 For Noobs

First, keep in mind that 1) AO3 is a website with a lot of functionnalities and it's normal that it seems a bit intimidating. Thankfully, you can just plain ignore some of them, and only use them when you've learned what they mean! 2) If you need any more information about what some options mean, you can click on the small blue question mark! They provide information that is imo pretty helpful. Or you can ask me, I'd gladly answer any questions you have! And 3) All of the information that we're gonna fill out now is modifiable later. So if you make a mistake or you realise something doesn't fit, don't stress!

So, for starters, you're gonna need to have your first chapter already written out before creating the work. Well, you can technically write it on the website itself, but the page might reload and you'd then lose everything. So rather use google docs, or the notes on your phone, or emails, or anything of that nature.

You also need an AO3 account to post, i'll try to link another post regarding this particular matter.

First step: Go on the top of the website, and click on "post" -> "new work"

Second step: The tags

"Not rated" and "Choose not to use archive warnings" are basically the default for rating and archive warning, essentially the "i don't know". You should try to tweak them as soon as you understand what they stand for, but it isn't necessary.

"fandoms" is a very important one. You're gonna enter the name of your fandom. It could be Lord Of The Rings, Star Wars, Hermitcraft, RPF (Real People Fiction), and a whole ton of other fandoms. Chances are if it's a book or movie or even youtube series, there already are works for it. If you don't know how your fandom is called, use the search function on AO3 and it'll probably come back with SOMETHING.

Categories: Is there a main romantic relationship between two characters in your work? If yes, then select the kind: Female/Female relationship, Female/Male, Male/Male. Or select "Gen" if it isn't the case, it means General.

Relationships: relationships in your work. They're either 1)Romantic relationships, separated by a slash (Blorbo/Shitto) 2)Platonic relationships, separated by a "and" (Borbo & Shitto). I am unsure of where Queerplatonic relationships stand in regards to this. Do not type in ship names (ex: reylo, destiel,...)

Characters: names of characters that appear in your work. This category auto fills as well. It's usually not considered very polite to put in characters that are only briefly mentionned in a throwaway line in your work, however it's perfectly fine if you intend to mention them more later. It's alright to tag them if they briefly appear, or if they're thought about for a big portion of it. Basically, if you could cut them out and nothing changes, maybe don't tag them.

Additional tags: You can basically enter whatever information you want to inform your reader of that didn't fit in the previous categories there. Ex: Fluff, angst, hurt no comfort, Protective Shitto, carrots, Time-travel, Established blorbo/shitto & any additional comment you want to add, like "i wrote that at 3am". People sometimes add in whether the work has been beta'ed or not with "no beta we die like men" or fandom-specific "we die like [name]" (ex: We die like Kenny, We die like Scar, We die like Ice Pick Joe), but it is by no means necessary

You're gonna have to add a work title and a summary of your fic. Summaries can be a lot of stuff including an extract from your fic, an actual summary, a series of open-ended questions made for the reader to want to find out what it's about,... Be creative with it!

Finally, you can check or uncheck the "notes" boxes to add author notes!

Now we're getting into the complicated/superfluous part. Thankfully you can just ignore most of it! You may learn what it means later, or not, but it does offer some great additional options!

We need to focus on this part tho:

Ignore the "set a different publication date".

If your work is gonna have multiple chapters, you should check the "this work is gonna have multiple chapters". Then you should enter the number of chapters. You don't have to name the first chapter if you don't want to, if you leave it blank it will simply show as "Chapter 1"

You need to choose a work language

You may now finally enter your first chapter/the text of your one-shot!

The website works with html, which means that to make some text italicised or bold you gonna need to enter a special set of characters before and after. You can find some explanations online very easily. Or, it also work in rich text, it switches to it if you click the "rich text" button.

We're finally done! You can then click on "preview" if you want to check the formatting, or "post" it directly!

#ao3 #archive of our own #ao3 guide #ao3 advice #ao3 tips #tips #writing tips #klm-zoflorr

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"Don't say it like you don't like it." MattYuta

My Heart May Be Missing (But My Hands Will Make Up for It) - also on AO3

After the Yuta vs. Kenny match, Matt storms after Yuta and Claudio as they go backstage. But it's not exactly for retaliation.

Sarah I'm feeding you to a megalodon then feeding that megalodon to a Tyrannosaurus Rex afterwards. Title from Animal by The Cab.

Matt stomps backstage after Yuta, who is being half dragged by Claudio.

"You can leave him right here with me, thank you," Matt says in his best EVP command voice.

Claudio turns to him slowly, an eyebrow raised. "And why would I do that?"

"It's fine, Claudio," Yuta says, voice sounding pained. Matt tries to not look too smug about it. "I got this. It's only a Buck."

Matt scoffs. "Only a Buck. You know how hard I kicked your asses the other day? Just at Anarchy in the Arena I - "

He's cut off by Yuta shoving him into the first locker room door. It doesn't belong to the BCC or Elite, so Matt puts out a prayer that nobody will crash in on them.

"Oh, so you're dragging me around like a rag doll now?"

Yuta walks into Matt's space, crowding him against the wall. Matt really wishes he wasn't so into the way Yuta lords his height over Matt, the smarmy grin on his lips, the low laugh from his lips. "Yeah. What are you gonna do about it?"

"Quit being a bitch," Matt snaps.

Yuta's smile only grows more knowing, more sleazy. "Don't say it like you don't like it." He leans in and presses his mouth against Matt's. It's barely a kiss - more like a claim.

Matt fights off a shiver, a moan, any sort of response, but then settles his hands on Yuta's hips. "I didn't say I didn't like it," Matt breathes. He whimpers when Yuta's hand slides under his shirt, skimming against his stomach. "Just. You're being mean. You - oh - should cool it down. Just a little at least."

Yuta's laugh makes Matt desperate and stupid and, really, it's his fault Matt leans up and kisses him hard. Yuta keeps laughing into Matt's mouth, which should piss him off, but it only gets him harder. "You like it when I'm mean," Yuta says, dragging his lips along Matt's jaw. "You like it when I get you begging and whimpering and all marked up."

Matt hates how he whimpers in response to that, like it's a command, but he slides his hands up Yuta's bare, sweaty back, holding him closer. “I mean, if you’re gonna be a bitch anyway, I might as well get off on it.”

This time Yuta’s laugh is sweeter, more genuine. Matt wants to climb him like a tree. “You always do, don’t you.”

Matt gets his hands into Yuta’s waistband and shoves his gear pants down his hips. “Fuck me,” he begs. “Please, come on.”

“Not right now,” Yuta says, sucking a furious bruise into Matt’s neck. “No time.”

Matt whines. “Please?”

“Don’t beg. You know it makes me reckless.”

Matt shrugs. “Maybe I want you reckless.”

“We don’t have lube,” Yuta says firmly, pressing Matt against the wall. “And I’m not willing to do anything stupid that might hurt you.”

Matt pouts. “I’m stupid, and you’re doing me, so you’ve already lost on that level.”

“Stop – goddamn it, Matt,” Yuta growls. He grabs Matt’s jeans and pulls them down his hips, then spits in his hand. Matt’s about to say something, but then Yuta’s hand is around his cock and every word he’s ever known dissolves from his mind. “That’s better. So fuckin’ pretty when you shut the hell up.”

Matt would defend himself, but it’s easier to push his cock into the tight circle of Yuta’s fingers, moaning at the way Yuta’s teeth work at his skin. He’s going to be purple after this. He’s completely gone, head thrown back, when Yuta mutters something.

“What?”

“I said,” Yuta says, speeding up his hand, “I better get a chance to fuck you before next week.”

“Yes,” Matt says, hips pistoning wildly, “yes, of course. Any time you want. Anything you want.”

Yuta’s evil little laugh rings in Matt’s ear, and he’s almost there, he’s almost there. “Don’t tempt a bad guy with a blank check.”

Matt laughs, feeling all his muscles tense in anticipation. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

Yuta leans in for a kiss and bites Matt’s lower lip, and that’s it for Matt. He comes with a moan against Yuta’s mouth, but Yuta doesn’t let up, keeps stroking him until it’s too much and Matt’s batting at his hand.

Yuta laughs as he pulls his hand away. “Hmm,” he says, “maybe next time I use your come as lube,” he muses. “Fuck you raw when you’re all twitchy and oversensitive.”

Matt nods, still a little dizzy. “Sure,” he says. “You could do that now, if you really want to.” He bats his eyelashes and turns on his best boo-boo eyes.

“Matt,” Yuta says, rolling his eyes. “Jesus fuckin’ –”

“Come here,” Matt says, “it’s your turn.” He drops to his knees and looks up at Yuta. “I mean, if you still want to?”

“If I ever deny a blowjob from you and your stupid perfect mouth, kill me,” Yuta deadpans. Matt turns them around so Yuta’s against the wall – the last time they did this, he’d almost fallen on top of Matt, and that’s not something he wants to replicate – and slides his mouth down around Yuta.

“Oh, god,” Yuta says. He knocks off Matt’s hat and threads his fingers into Matt’s hair.

Matt pulls off. “That – your hand is covered in come!”

“And so’s your hair now,” Yuta says, grinning down at Matt. “Come on, you have a hat. Don’t you like it when I pull your hair?”

“I hate that you have a point,” Matt grumbles, and he sinks back down onto Yuta’s cock, sparks up his spine as Yuta’s finger pull gently at his scalp. He would ask for a sharper tug, but Yuta usually refuses, and Matt doesn’t want to push.

Yuta’s hips circle slowly, giving Matt more guidance of where to suck and lick. He does his best to smile around Yuta’s cock when Yuta starts whimpering.

“Wanna – fuck, yes – fuck your mouth, please?” Yuta asks.

Matt gives him a thumbs up and relaxes his throat, and Yuta goes wild. Matt loves this part, when Yuta loses his calculated, focused persona and falls into something damned near wild abandon. He whimpers and gasps and calls Matt’s name, coming down his throat with his hand in Matt’s hair and his name on his lips. Matt swallows it all down, delighted.

He pulls off when Yuta runs his thumb along Matt’s jaw.

“I didn’t use the messy hand,” Yuta says, smiling down at Matt. He holds up the hand that had been in Matt’s hair. “See?”

Matt’s weirdly touched. “That’s – that’s kind of sweet.” He grabs his hat from the floor and settles it over his clean hair. “Thanks. Why’d you make me think you did?”

Yuta shrugs. “Figured you’d be into me getting you all messy.” He raises an eyebrow. “Maybe next time…”

Matt nods. “I hate that you’re right, but sure, yeah. Come in my hair or whatever.” He gets to his feet and fixes his pants, then petulantly folds his arms over his chest. “I have a match later, too, but do you want to meet up in my hotel room after all the tapings are done?”

Yuta’s smile shifts back to that delightful cruelty. “I thought you were supposed to have a horrible refractory time as you got older.”

“Don’t you dare call me old,” Matt says firmly.

Yuta reaches out and yanks Matt close with an arm around Matt’s waist. “I’ll call you anything I want, baby,” he growls, and kisses Matt so hard Matt sees stars. He pulls away from Matt after not long enough. “I mean. As long as it’s okay.”

“Oh, my god, it’s always okay.” Matt pauses. “Except old. Don’t call me old.”

“Duly noted.” Yuta winks at him, the little shit, and goes to the door. “I’ll talk to you in the hotel room.” He pats his pocket. “Text me your room number?”

Matt nods and waits the customary seven minutes before leaving, like they always do. He slides out the door and down the hallway, and jumps a foot when he hears someone behind him yell, “There you are!”

Adam strides down the hallway, already in gear. “Where have you been? Nick’s been texting you.”

“Um,” Matt says, searching for an answer. He searches. And searches. And then it’s been long enough that it’s weird, and Adam’s staring at Matt.

“You know what?” Adam says with a sigh. “We don’t have the time. Come on, Matty, let’s go get ready for the match.” He slings an arm around Matt’s shoulders, but he bumps into the brim of his hat and knocks it off Matt’s head. “Jesus.”

“What?” Matt’s hand flies to his hair, before he remembers that he doesn’t have come in his hair, actually.

“Your hair's a mess,” Adam says, poking at the top of Matt’s hair. “The hell happened to you?”

Matt shrugs. “No comment.”

Adam groans. “We’re gonna have to talk about your terrible sexual decisions someday, Matt.”

“Someday,” Matt says, pulling open the Elite locker room door. “Not today.”

He’s immediately met with Nick’s naked ass and –

“You’re nailing CLAUDIO?!” Adam screeches.

Covering his eyes with his hands as Adam scrambles to yank the door shut, Matt mutters, “Whose sexual decisions are terrible now?”

Mini playlist: Revelations - Kim Petras Animal - The Cab Love You 'Til It Hurts - The Donnas Hot Mess - Cobra Starship

#MattYuta #Look I just think Yuta should get to wreck as many former/current twunks and twinks as possible #He deserves it #wtf i like wrestling now???#Matt Attrackson #in which sara writes

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