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thedreamcrosser · 1 year

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Automatic Heritage Chapter 8: Miracle

Chapter index: • ch 1 • ch 2 • ch 3 • ch 4 • ch 5 • ch 6 • ch 7 •

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“I don’t even know what to say to her, Guard. Honestly, I was not expecting this.”

Whitney was slumped on the ground with his head and hands between his knees. The Guardian stood over him, choosing a relaxed posture on his staff this time rather than keeping his skills in check as a habit. The meditation circle ignored the two as Guardian started the conversation with him. “She has been through a lot in two days my friend, it could be all of her emotions have come to a head.”

Whitney lifted his head and placed them in his hands, slumping forwards to rest them. “Have I not been paying attention to her? I… I feel…”

Guardian patted the top of the pastor's head and gave him a teasing biz. “I didn’t see it coming either, give her time, she will come back with a clear head.”

The two sat in silence for a while. It had been so quiet that Whitney thought he heard the inner workings of the companions in the meditation circle singing together. The Guardian sat down, placing his staff in front of him. “So… Do you have any names planned?”

As soon as he asked this, multiple heads popped up. The meditation circle quickly became a gossip circle.

“Oh please do tell! I am dying to know!”

“Are you two planning an old human name? Maybe a natural name?”

“I know this is probably too soon to ask, but can I babysit sometime?”

“Please!” Whitney interjected with an exasperated bleep. “We don’t even know if my wife has made a decision yet. Can we just wait on her until then?

Triple beeps announced behind the circle, and the whirls of flight motors puttered closer. The pastor knew the sentinels guarding the elevator shaft by sound alone. Leaning back he swatted empty air at them. “And I have heard enough from you two, you no good bucket of bolts.”

As soon as he said this, both sentinels' lights turned from green to yellow, causing the group of companions to scatter away from them. Guardian and Whitney brandished their weapons, but the sentinels did not move closer. The rest of the mediation group huddled behind the brave companions, not daring to move closer and trigger a red glare from the elevator guards.

“They are not firing.” Guardian pointed out as he glanced down at the sentinels scanning beams on their bodies.

Whitney grimaced as he looked at the Guardian. “Let’s keep it that way.” Using his stick to defend the group the pastor began to guide the slum's residents away from the elevator shaft, but a big clang from above drew his attention away.

The Guardian did not shift his gaze on the floating drones. “Whitney, what is going on?”

Whitney saw something moving from the top of the wall downwards. Down the shaft. “The elevator is coming down.”

“What?” The Guardian almost dropped his staff as he swivels to the group then to the elevator. His eyes became wide, but his orders stayed calm. “Everyone prepare! Be on guard, but don’t attack! This is a yellow situation!” As everyone scrambled to prepare, the Guardian turned to see Whitney looking the other way, unmoving. “Whitney?”

“Cyans back!” He bolted, not looking back to the elevator.

“So, what do you know about pregnancy?”

Beryl shook in her seat next to Gwap. The robot always had an intimidating face, much like Seamus’, but she was used to his kind of apathy. Gwap, on the other hand, just wasn’t a bot she hung out with much, so being in this close proximity to a practical stranger was sensor-wracking.

Before Beryl could answer Gwap wrapped her spare blanket around her guest’s shoulders and monitor. Beryl blushed. To Beryl’s surprise, Gwap smiled. “There, now we can have a conversation. Speak up.”

Beryl felt more comfortable but still shy. “Well, um…” she snuggled deeper into the blanket and grew pinker. “I know how to start it.”

“THANK BOT!” Gwaps normally half-lidded eyes widened. “I don’t have to explain the screws and the bolts to you!”

Sweat drops formed on Beryl's screen, but she could not help but giggle. Gwap was back to business. “Step one is covered. So once you get your upgrade installed and step one is completed, how do you know you are pregnant?”

“Wait, I have to get this installed into my body?” Beryls twilled in confusion. “I thought we would install it into the child's body.”

Gwap was still deadpan. “Your mother didn't tell you anything did she?”

Beryl looked at her lap. “I’m generation one, I technically don’t have a mother.”

“No Mom?” Deadpan turned to surprise, but Gwap continued “But you are so young! I just assumed because of that.”

“Yeah no, I get that a lot. I was found wandering the streets with my sister when we first became sentient. Honestly, we were not really aware of much when we were found, kinda like toddlers really. Thank goodness the slum residents found us.” Beryl nervously played with her hands. “If I remember correctly you came to us just after the slums became the only livable place left in the city.”

Gwap nodded, “That's right.” she looked away with a thoughtful hum. “First generation huh? The first companions to gain sentience on their own.”

Beryl shrugged “I was just late. Can’t blame me for coming online later than everyone else.”

The older one hummed, “Yeah I suppose not.” She re-adjusted her seating. “Let me show you something.”

Unraveling her iridescent blanket she showed her guest another blanket underneath, wrapped more snugly around her body than the other one. “Come close,” she ordered. Leaning over as she loosened the second blanket, Beryl could see what she was hiding. Nestled in her lap was a small metal being, a companion she had seen only rarely before. Their brown-speckled screen was empty of facial features, and attached to the back of their neck was a thin cable that was anchored to her abdomen. Gwap scooped the being into her arm and brought them close. “Beryl, meet Kory.”

The mother brought Beryl's hand close to her child; her guest’s screen sparkled the whole time. Slowly, tiny fingers found their way around a single digit of hers, unaware but exploring. A coo emitted from Beryl in a hushed whisper. “Hi, Kory!”

“How you find out is by keeping an eye on your abdomen.” Gwap’s hand moved to where the cable connected, where most companions had a trapezoid piece in place. “The rims of this will glow, and then you know it is time to connect. The infant model will then take data that both you and your husband have collected into the upgrade and then your child will start the transfer process. This is when your child will start forming a soul of their own. They will finish around 9 months.”

Beryl's smitten face began to droop in the middle of the mother's lecture and slowly removed her hand from the child. “Gwap, that is all very fascinating, but I don’t think I can do this....” She paused to correct herself. “I don’t think I should be a mother.”

Gwaps face squinted. “Because you made a mistake?” Beryl only replied with silence.

Gwap huffed. “Well, that is awfully selfish of you.”

A startled beep and an exclamation point emitted surprise from the younger adult. “Excuse me?”

The mother continued. “Our people are dying off and you think you are doing us a service by cutting off the most qualified and loving bot in this hole from ever having a child? A child you wanted in the first place?”

“But there is no point!” Tears formed on Beryl's screen “Our city is never going to open, we are never going to find a way out…” her screen began to spark. “Children deserve the best and this is not the best! it’s… it’s.”

Gwap wrapped back up her child and grabbed both of Beryl's hands. “Beryl you need to calm down!” She said firmly. “You are alright, but you must clear your processors and think straight.” She held both sides of the panicky bots head. “Think about your loved ones, they need you. Your husband is probably worried sick now.”

Beryl's face cleared when Gwap mentioned Whitney. She did just ditch him. He was probably beyond confused. “I’m sorry Gwap.” She said “wiping” a tear.

Gwap garbled. “Don’t say sorry to me you dolt! You are putting too much on yourself.” She huffed, looking off to the side thinking hard. She continued. “No point? Pfft! Ridiculous.” Her hands came to rest around her child. “Why are we striving for the good then? I have seen you with Swanito talking about what real stars look like and with Momo about humans. You learn and share because there is no hope?”

Beryl thought about interjecting, but she let Gwap continue. “If there is no hope, why are we adapting? You could've ignored sentience and kept following man-made code, but you didn’t. You have made gardens and songs that make people smile. Even other companions have chosen to give us upgrades to live like humans. We adapt to life because we see the potential for good, and I would say that is a good start.”

Beryl's eyes followed Gwaps hands as she held Beryls open, palms up and empty. “And even if everything was taken away from you, your possessions, your skills, and people, you already have so much. You are a part of the world we live in, so don't darken your sights by only looking at yourself.” She then gripped them tightly. “There are things that work without you, so you might as well stick around for them. Take my child for example.”

Gwap held Kory again. “Kory has no skill, no knowledge, and lives in a dark city. But he has a mother who loves him, new people to meet, and new skills to learn. Those are good things. I will not give up on him because of who he is now. I will love and cherish him to show what he can become and what is ahead. I don’t know of one bot in the slums who will give up on you either, so don’t expect yourself to be the only bearer of your burdens. I expect you to do the same in sharing, not only with your child but with others as well.”

Beryl looked at her hands and curled them around her own blanket when Gwaps lecture ended. She could almost envision her own child in her arms. Small, but so full of potential. What a beautiful idea. Her thoughts were hers for a while, that was until she bubbled with giggles. “Your right, Gwap. I completely forgot. How could I have forgotten?” She looked back to the moving bundle snug to Gwaps stomach. Kory's little hand wormed its way out, reaching towards the ceiling. Small drones emitted from the tiny being.

Gwap softly smiled at the two. “You have gone through a lot Beryl. Our thoughts become clouded when darkness overwhelms us. If this happens again remember there is no shame in stepping away and relying on others who want to help.”

Beryl looked up at her new friend. “Thank you Gwap, for everything.”

A cry sounded somewhere in the city, it repeated as it reverberated past them. Gwap urged Beryl to stand. “Your husband, that's him!”

Beryl knew she was right - that was Whitney’s voice. She stood, leaving the blanket behind. Scooping up the pregnancy upgrade from the ground in front of her she stowed it in her poncho pocket and made her way down the alleyway, waving as she ran. “I will never forget this Gwap!”

Gwap only scolded her more “Hussle! Talk later!”

Beryl turned her attention back to the calls of her husband as she neared the sound. “Whitney” she cried, “Whitney, I'm here!”

She turned to the alleyway that led to the elevator. In its bright illumination, she could see two familiar figures, one hunched over as the other supported and surrounded by others.

Her two favorite people. Her husband… And her sister.

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Thank God I got this posted.

I hope you like this one. What can I say, I am a sucker for speculative biology. I wanted to give a detailed headcanon on how these bots might come to make kids...

On another note, God also likes to be funny. As of writing this, I am 8 months pregnant. I myself have a kiddo on the way!

But as for Beryl that is to be seen...

As for future chapters, they are going to be a while. Pregnancy is kicking my ass so I am tired all of the time. So please give me some grace for the future. Also, check out what a friend doodled me as a joke. I have roleplayed Beryl and Whitney with him and he seems to like them a lot. Had to have their own characters react to my own.

EVERYONE MEET IKKI, TOMO, AND ZANE! Vari's Stray OC's. Might sneak them into the story. You can find more art of them on Twitter at @Dumbfoundedbot. lol look at my blorbos

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lifestreamaestheticscenter · 4 months

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paisley-print · 3 years

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11:00am : I’m Here

About: You and Jack have a necessary conversation on a rainy morning.

Rating: 18+

Word count: 1603

Characters: Agent Whiskey x Reader

Warnings: Verbal Fighting, heavily mentioned loss of pregnancy, curse, implied smut, angst.

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Tag List: @sherala007

Notes: Ok so this was one of the first additions I made when I decided to turn this into a series. I have been dreading it, because it was always meant to be in here but it is also one of the darkest additions to the series. Feel free to skip over it if you so choose. In class, we had learned about the 9/11 baby boom and how humans deal with things like sadness and stress. I felt as though I wanted to explore that more because grief is so complex. Again, I know you all may not like it - but I really felt as though I needed to stick to my artistic guns. Also, a friendly reminder that this couple is toxic and in the real world I would never , ever let this relationship continue. It is a good thing that this is fictional and through fiction we are allowed to look into the darker parts of life.

“God dammit,” Jack said, a thud sounding from where he stood.

You looked up from your spot at the kitchen table. “What happened?”

“Fuckin’ coffee machine is broken” he tossed his cup into the sink a little more forcefully than necessary.

“I’ll get another on my way to the shop” you told him, staring out the window at the rain. The radio was playing in the living room and drifting sweet oldies throughout the house.

“Make sure you tell them it’s the third time were exchanging it - either they get us one that works or we get our fuckin’ money back... ridiculous.”

“I packed you a lunch, it’s in the fridge.”

He mumbled words of thanks and turned towards the refrigerator.

You took a sip of your juice and rubbed sleep from your eyes. The laptop screen before you blurred into an array of letters, so you closed it. You looked over at your husband again, watching as he adjusted the strap on his leather satchel and slung it over his shoulder. “I found a therapist that takes our insurance, she does one on one and couples-”

Jack did not wait for you to finish. He simply sighed and headed out the door to his truck. You followed him out into the rain. He threw open the car door and placed his satchel inside. You slipped in front of him, blocking his path. “Jack, we need to talk about this.”

His voice was measured as he spoke “you’re gonna make me late for-”

“Jack.”

You can tell he was trying to keep his calm, but underneath he was raging. “We spoke about this already - stop forcing me to be some broken record-”

“You know damn well that I’m not forcing you to do anything.” Your clothes were getting soaked. “It’s been three months and you’re not getting better, I’m worried about you.”

“Don’t be,” he said, pushing past you and lifting himself into the driver’s seat.

You had to pull your hands away quickly as he slammed the door shut. In frustration you banged on the side of the truck to get him to open it “Jack!” You moved as he backed the car out of the drive and yelled over the rain. “If I’m the one you’re mad at, then you can just fucking say that! I would rather hear you say it than live with this passive aggressive bullshit!”

The car stopped abruptly; he shifted it into park and got out, slamming the door as he stalked up to you. Mud was kicking up onto his jeans, and you noticed he was getting drenched as well. The radio played on from inside...

He halted his stride a little way in front of you, hands falling to his hips. “What do you want from me? Huh? What do you want me to say? You insist on nagging me so what do you want me to say?”

Your face twisted in anger. “Anything!” you screamed. “Yell and me! Tell me I was the reason it happened! Something! All you do anymore is ignore me and throw shit around! Just give me some sort of idea where you’re at! We haven’t even talked about it yet! Every chance you get you shut me down!”

“I told you I don’t want to talk about it-”

“Well, I do! I need to! I gave you your time, give me mine! Please, Jack, because you’re not the only one who lost something!”

“Fine, you want to know where I am? I’m fucking angry. That's where I am! Every time I pass by that nursery and see that crib still sitting in the fucking box. Whenever I go into work and see the pity on the face of everyone there. Whenever I look at you - because I am once again reminded about how she isn’t there anymore. And it hurts! But you can’t leave well enough alone! You insist on berating me and pushing that knife deeper and deeper! I need more time! Why can’t you just understand that?”

You got quiet, looking at him with sad eyes as his words washed over you. “Alright I’m sorry, I’ll stop... I can take the crib back today but-”

“Don’t touch the crib.”

“Fine, I won’t…... but Jack-” you stepped closer to him. “The doctor said there wasn’t anything we could have done. Sometimes it just ... happens. And it’s nobody’s fault.”

He took hold of your upper arms, gripping you firm but not enough to hurt you. His brown eyes were pleading with you, “I am begging you to stop-”

You went on, “the hospital called again-”

“Y/n.”

“They need the name and your signature for the certificate-”

“Y/n” he said a little more forcefully.

“No!” you shook your head, pulling your arms away from him. “Would you rather them list her without a name?! Like some fucking Jane Doe?! Why can’t you do this one thing for me so I can please stop getting these calls! And so I can try to move on too! You’re being so selfish, Jack! I need you! And you’re not helping me! You left me to deal with all of this alone!”

“Because if I give her a name, that makes her human! And it makes it hurt so much worse! Two! Two children! You have no fucking clue what it feels like! To have two children in the ground!” He took you by the shoulders, pressing you against the siding of the house to get out of the rain. “And you sit here and pry! And you don’t listen for shit! I’m telling you I need more time! Give me more fucking time!”

You two were silent for a moment. Rain came down in buckets while music drifted lazily from the house. Then suddenly he was kissing you - nearly bruising you with his mouth.

You didn’t know what the hell was happening - you assumed neither did he. He had hardly spoken to you in three months, he never touched you once in that time either. That’s why you had the radio on, you didn’t even care what the music was...you just needed something to fill the silence that consumed you both.

He bit the side of your neck, then sucked and pulled and nipped down to the base of your throat. You were crying - not from him, just from being entirely overwhelmed. “Jack,” you whimpered, holding onto him for dear life.

He was doing the same to you- his arm an iron vice around your waist. Nothing about this was sexual - it was just a desperate need to be close to you, to lose himself in the scent of your hair and warmth of your skin. To ease the icy ache that has settled in his veins. He needed to know you were still there, in order ground himself in reality again. Everything hurt so badly he needed just a moment of relief.

He carried you into the house and out of the rain- pushing you up against the wall. Your foot hit a figurine sitting on the window and knocked it to the floor, shattering it. He continued to kiss you, holding you up by your thighs - water dripping from you both and making a puddle on the wood floor.

When he realized you were crying, he forced himself to stop moving, face buried in your neck. His voice strained and his breaths heavy. “Say the word and I’ll stop……. just once and I’ll get in my truck and go.”

You shook your head, tears still freely flowing down your cheeks “stay.”

You felt him fumble with his belt and zipper while he sucked a mark into your neck. You gasped and held on tighter to his shoulders, squeezing your eyes shut. Until this point, you were almost certain that he was going to leave you. The thought of living without him seemed almost unbearable. Your back dug uncomfortably against the side of the windowsill as he pinned you against the wall.

The love you felt for him was dangerous, you knew it, for time ceased to move whenever he was with you. It was as if he had taken a piece of your soul that New Years eve. Everything seemed so unclear now, but the one thing that you were sure of was that you loved him. It didn’t matter what these next few months brought, all you wished was for him to be happy.

You felt yourself slipping and reached out, grasping at the drapes to steady yourself. Jack adjusted his grip on your thighs and bumped you up in his arms.

His voice was pained, and desperate as he spoke. “I’m here - I’m right here- It’s okay- you’re okay-” you weren’t sure if he was repeating this for your sake or for his. You let your head fall to his shoulder, thankful for the warmth he brought and the sound of his voice. Thankful because he was here with you now and you didn’t have to be alone.

A strangled gasp fell from his lips as he buried his face in your hair. His grip on you was nearly bruising at this point, but you didn't mind. Broad shoulders trembled under your fingertips and you suddenly realized that he was weeping.

Painful sobs ripped from his body one breath at a time, and you reached your hands up to cradle the back of his head; his coffee colored curls still damp from the rain.

The water on your clothing made you shiver in the cold air of the house.

While the radio kept on playing.

#Jack Daniels x you #Whiskey x you #Agent whiskey x Reader #Agent whiskey x you #Agent whiskey fanfic #Kingsmen Fanfiction #Pedro fanfic #Pedro Pascal fanfic #Pedro Pascal Fanfiction

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kyeungsoo · 4 years

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it’s gonna be forever (or go down in flames).

× pairings: oh sehun + oc: reader

× genres and warnings: fluff :/ are you bored yet lmao, angst? i guess? i wouldn’t really categorize it as that tho, slight angst i suppose, royalty au, bodyguard/knight au

× notes: no </2 bc this concept hurted and even worse i’ve been obsessed with them lately if you see a prince chanyeol fic sometime soon don’t @ me <2 also! (i posted this before a few months ago, but i accidentally deleted it then and lowkey forgot to ever repost it rip).

When he thinks about it, there are only a handful of memories Sehun can recall of a time in his life before you were in it.

Two and half year olds don’t understand much of the concept of pregnancy other than that it means a new, tiny human will arrive soon and that pregnant people’s stomachs get bigger. So when Sehun was a mere toddler waddling around the palace halls, he didn’t think much of the Queen’s pregnancy, other than that it meant that there’d soon be a baby around.

But since you were born, Sehun has spent every waking—and sometimes sleeping—moment by your side. As a kid, he didn’t know that his life’s purpose was to protect you, but if you’d asked him, he’d have accepted the role, regardless. And when he was eight, he did.

To him, you’re more than a princess that he’s learned to protect as a knight. You’re his confidant, his best friend, someone he might even love more than himself.

Sehun always took his job seriously. He trained diligently with the other knights, was brave and wise enough to choose to master the bow and arrow when swords hindered him, and always, always, always put you before himself.

It’s kind of scary, actually, to think that Sehun couldn’t begin to picture his life without golds and tulles of your dresses flowing about in his mind; without your mischievous smile when you convince him to go horse riding after midnight; without the soft touch of your knuckles against his cheek telling him he’s the bravest knight this castle’s ever seen. Without having you by his side.

Sehun watches you more than anything. He tries to not be creepy about it, but it’s kind of his job to keep his eyes on you. Not that he minds—you’re easy on the eyes, interesting to watch, and if he’s speaking honestly, if it weren’t for his… supervision, you’d have at least broken a leg or two by now.

He watches you now, in your bedroom suite, his legs folded criss-cross atop your bedding whilst you pace back and forth against your ceiling length windows. Sehun almost chuckles—you can be such a cliché, wander-lorn princess when you want to be.

“You’re zoning out again,” he grins, eyebrow quirked when his voice startles and stops your pacing, “You’ve been doing that a lot lately.”

With a smile he pushes himself forward, laying on his stomach atop your bed now, elbows pushing into your mattress and chin in his palm as you look at him with a less than impressed visage.

He knows you hate when he lays in your bed with all his armor on, but being your knight and best friend of over two decades has its privileges—one of many being that Sehun is one of about six people in the world who can annoy you without immediately getting an arrow to the throat.

“What are you thinking about, huh?” he questions, a sly smirk playing on his lips, “Smartest princess in the lower region?”

“Where did you learn to flirt?” you retort with a scoff, tossing a decorative pillow in his direction. The attack does little though, as Sehun catches it with a single arm extended in the air, then tosses his behind him without flinching.

“Must have been from you,” Sehun smirks, swinging his legs around until he’s sitting upwards and they’re hanging off the edge of your bed.

He extends his left arm with his palm facing upwards, and waits until you pace forward to accept his hand. Sehun gingerly wraps his fingers around your hand, an action in complete contrast to what comes next—when he pulls you into himself, and effectively, onto the bed with little effort on his part at all.

Sehun laughs over your screeching as he tosses you until you’re flat on your back in the middle of the mattresses and he’s laying beside you on his side, head propped up by his bent arm, cheek resting into his palm.

He looks down at you with a bratty and mischievous look in his eyes, but you succumb anyway, slowing turning your body until you’re mirroring his own. Sehun’s grin only widens—he knows that if he weren’t all suited up, you’d have jabbed him in the ribs by now. Or, at least, attempted to.

If anyone had been caught roughhousing you the way Sehun just had, it’d be grounds for execution on sight. But he was the exception. He always way,

“You wanna tell me what’s wrong now?” he hums, “I can almost smell your anxiety.”

You sigh, and Sehun watches as your eyes dart everywhere but to his own. But while yours are flittering around, he’s reading them. He knows you want to lie to him, tell him nothing’s the matter, but he knows that you know that’d be futile.

Eventually, slowly, you come to terms with the fact, shifting your body slightly and using your free hand to push away some of the lower fabric of your dress.

“It’s the council,” you begin, and Sehun’s eyebrows are already drawing together, “They think I should be married before I take over for mama and—”

“And you don’t want to,” Sehun finishes for you.

But Sehun finds you shaking your head and biting your lip in opposition. His eyebrows crinkle further. Those are two telltale signs of a princess who is about to let some old people make decisions for her.

“It’s not that I don’t want to—I want to be married, eventually,” you clarify, meeting his eyes at the latter half of your sentence, “It’s just… their list of bachelors.”

“List?” Sehun sits up now, one leg bent to support his weight as he looks down at your figure. “Are they actually expecting you to get married to someone they picked for you?”

“It’s not a list, really,” you correct him, and he’s lost your eye contact. He hates that, and he hates the defeated tone in your voice, “It’s more like… a single request.”

Sehun’s lips purse at the new information. The council is easily his least favorite thing about the castle, and the kingdom in general, so it doesn’t surprise him at all, but that doesn’t mean he’s any happier to hear it, either. He knew that the royal council would be instant on you marrying eventually—at some point in your late twenties, much like the tradition of women before you—not now. And not to—

“No,” Sehun all but growls, “Not him.”

“Sehun, I—”

“You hate him,” Sehun continues, sitting up more straightly with every word that leaves his mouth, “He’s not good enough for you—and he barely knows you!”

“Junmyeon is a prince, Sehun,” you sigh, sitting up to level your posture with his, “An exemplary one at that. And that’s all it really takes, unfortunately.”

Sehun huffs. Exemplary? As if. If not the council, then Prince Junmyeon is easily Sehun’s least favorite thing in this life.

He has no real reason for this distaste. Well, no, real, concrete reason, but Sehun likes to think he’s pretty good at reading people. Particularly when people don’t like him, and Prince Junmyeon has made it clear that he doesn’t like or trust Sehun one bit.

“He’s a bit childish,” Sehun had overheard the Prince talking to a few of his noblemen on a visit to the castle, “He doesn’t seem fit to be a knight.”

The memory alone is enough to make Sehun furious. Childish his, ass. He’ll show him childish. Putting an arrow straight through his forehead would show him childish.

Not to mention that you and Prince were acquaintances at best, and that’s being generous. The council had no reason to push you two together other than for financial and agricultural benefits, and Sehun would be damned to see your freedom signed away for a piece of land a sack of gold.

“Sehun, they just want to make sure I’m being looked after,” you pull him out of his thoughts, “Junmyeon and I aren’t friends, but he’s kind and wise. He prioritizes the protection of his family and kingdom above all and the council thinks that I’d be safe with him.”

“And what about Junmyeon himself, huh?” Sehun grits, “How is he to look after you when all he does is work and talk and work all day? The last time he visited the castle he could hardly offer you the time of day, much less hold a conversation.”

“He’s a prince, Sehun, he has many duties and—”

“And if he is to be your husband, you should be his most important one.”

Sehun’s words escape his lips before he can catch them, but he has no regrets about letting you hear them, either. Your eyes are solemn, yet full of affection as you take his words in. Sehun thinks they’re beautiful, even if a little lost.

“They just want me to be safe,” you repeat, words soft as you reach a hand you to rest against the cold, metal armor wrapped around his body, “You know with the tensions from the west, and Jongdae’s alliance growing it’s—it’s not easy, Sehun.”

Your thumb swipes against his armor, but Sehun swears his can feel your touch on his skin.

“Are you to insinuate that I am not good enough security for you?”

“Absolutely not,” your words come quickly, without hesitation—he almost smiles, because he knows you mean it. “You are. Enough, I mean. A little bratty, but still, there’s nobody better suited than you.”

Your words pierce his heart, true and full. “Then what?” he asks, extending a hand to cradle your elbow.

And you look up at him again, and Sehun doesn’t want you to look away. “They… mean civil protection, Sehun. Legal protection, too, I guess. A husband to suffice for that.”

Sehun pulls his lips together, tilts his head back and upwards to look at your ceiling, letting your words and his thoughts permeate the room instead.

He’s always liked the paintings on your ceilings. Hyperrealistic constellations that make him feel like his out in the garden on a clear night looking up at the sky. It’s gorgeous, fitting for a princess such as yourself, and while Sehun can’t take credit for the art itself, he can for the idea.

“Then marry me,” he says, still looking up at your ceiling. He only tilts his head back down to meet your gaze after he feels the weight of his words cement in his chest. He meant them. He means him.

“Marry me,” he repeats, eyes now searching yours for an ounce of disagreement (to which he finds none). He glides his hand down your forearm, slips it into your own, “Who better fit to protect the princess than her own knight.”

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wolf boys || chapter 19

⇥ synopsis : being the young alpha female over a pack of misbehaving werewolves is no easy task and is made even more complicated when the time comes to choose a mate...

⇥ warnings : this story in its entirety includes but is not limited to strong language and dialogue, recurring violence or mentions of blood, and explicit sexual content, and is intended for an adult audience only!

It had been a week since Jaebeom returned and the mood in the house shifted.

For one, you dragged him to the bedroom immediately and celebrated the success of heat.

But if you thought heat hormones were rough, pregnancy threw her head back and laughed.

Your breasts were swelling and damn, did they ache. Just the way your nipples brushed your shirt was moan-inducing. Between your legs fared no better. You had never been this sensitive.

Increasing blood flow. Rising hormone levels. Your baby was thriving, casting a glow across your skin.

But damn if it didn’t come with side effects.

Temperamental was an understatement. One minute you could be kissing Jackson like you wanted to suck the soul out of him and the next you were chasing him from the house for sneezing too loudly.

On two occasions you sat in your nest and cried. Your body felt like a nerve laid raw, every brush of air making you twinge with stimulation. And when you weren’t eating everything in sight, you were using Jinyoung as a pillow and filling the house with the echoing sound of your snores.

It wasn’t your fault. Wolves grew faster than humans. What should have taken nearly ten months would take you about six, if you were lucky. You were in an endless state of conjuring magic, pumping it into the veins of your growing baby. It was taxing, to say the least.

Your alpha pheromones were overwhelming. The wolf boys took mere glances at you and wanted to bow in submission. Even Jaebeom had to take periodic moments away from you. Your scent smothered him. So did your emotional outbursts.

It was on one of his rounds through the forest, patrolling the border as he always did, that you were left with Mark.

Everything Mark did was mouth-watering. Every line of his muscles made your tongue dart out and wet your lips. You thought about the way he had trailed kisses up your neck, eager to distract you and make you feel good.

Another surge of hormones coursed through your body and you shivered. Your mind filled with images of Mark sighing in pleasure, filling you to the brim and shoving his tongue down your throat. At the moment, all you were aware of was the thrumming and tightening between your legs.

Sidling next to him on the couch, you called, “Mark?”

Mark had the benefit of being a sigma. He didn’t flinch at your imbalances like the others did. He could sense them coming a mile away. “Yes, alpha?”

They always addressed you by your rank now. It made you haughty with pride. You inched closer until you were snug against his side, until there was no space between you and him. Leaning in, you rested your chin on his shoulder and whispered darkly, “Tell me what’s on your mind.”

Mark knew that tone anywhere and the corners of his mouth lifted. Turning his head, Mark murmured, “Right now? Your scent.”

Hormones were colliding like explosive reactions inside you. You were ravenous and you straddled his lap without hesitation.

Mark gazed up at you, biting his lip to hide a smile, and rested his hands on your thighs. He knew you had an itch that needed scratching, but he still released a tiny grunt when you landed squarely on his crotch.

You held his face in your hands, staring into his golden eyes, and whispered, “I need you. I need you to fill me.”

“I want you,” he growled, hands gripping your ass. “Since day one.”

You brushed your nose against his and sighed, “Then, have me.”

There was hesitation. “But, you’re…”

You shook your head and told him, “You won’t hurt either of us.”

That was all he needed to know. Mark closed the distance between your mouths, sealing his lips to yours in a kiss filled with hunger. He was starved for your love and you were needy for his.

You were kissing Mark endlessly and he was drowning in the warmth and scent of you. His hands roamed up and down your back and you moaned softly into his mouth. Your skin felt hotter to the touch than normal and Mark could barely imagine the scalding heat of you wrapping around him.

Finally, you broke away to rock back on his thighs, hands going to his zipper and tugging down. You slipped your hand into his boxers, grasping his hard length.

“Fuck,” Mark grunted, sucking in a breath at feeling your grip on him. He wandered his hands up your long t-shirt, finding your panties and raking his fingers through your clothed folds, growling when he found you wet.

Any other day you would have taken your time and indulged his and your every whim. You could sense Mark wanted that and you would gladly give it to him after you took the edge off of your need.

You lifted your hips, steering his cock to your entrance. Mark hooked his fingers in your underwear and tugged them to the side. You sank down on him ever so slowly, swallowing his cock in your tight velvet walls.

Mark let his head fall back against the couch, eyes winching closed. “Fu… ck,” he whimpered shakily. He couldn’t believe how easily he slipped inside. You were so wet, soaked with arousal until it painted the inside of your thighs.

You bent your knees at his hips and leaned forward, taking every last inch of him inside and exhaling loudly with satisfaction. Teasing your fingers into his hair, brushing the loose strands from his forehead, you called, “Mark?”

He opened his eyes, golden irises like molten honey.

You rolled your hips, tightening your grip on his hair, and brushed your lips over his own, “Don’t take your eyes off of me.”

Yes, alpha, rumbled in your mind.

Smirking, you began to ride him, lifting yourself up and down, sheathing him inside your dripping cunt over and over again. Mark felt himself twitch at how aggressively you worked him, how you were using him to get yourself off. You angled your hips, almost recoiling when your swollen clit rubbed against him.

Mark did his best to obey your command, but he lost himself to the pleasure of you. “Fuck me,” he growled, squeezing your ass in his broad hands.

A wet slap echoed through the room where your bodies met. You threw your head back, hair tumbling down between your shoulders, and picked up the pace. Never would you have imagined yourself fucking Mark on the sofa like a pair of half-grown wolves with no control of their impulses, but here you were.

You were chasing orgasm. You needed it so badly, needed desperately to unravel the knot deep in your core. All of the tension had been building in the pit of your stomach until you finally tore it free.

It took nothing for you to come. You were too overly sensitive with hormones. Your eyes rolled and you moaned, arching your back and reaching behind you to balance your hands on his thighs.

Mark gripped your hips none too gently and rocked in tandem with you, coaxing you through your high until you came back down and buried your face in his neck.

“I’m gonna come,” he warned, thrusting up into you.

“You can come in me, baby,” you sighed, kissing the top of his shoulder with your wet lips.

Mark’s little sounds and noises made you smile faintly. He rutted himself into you, careful not to be too rough, but his movements were erratic and uneven. Another pump of his cock and he released inside, moaning and panting for breath.

You tightened your walls on him, flexing your hips, and sucked beneath his ear. Mark could barely handle all of the stimulation at once and his voice in your mind was a constant pleading for mercy.

Finally he stilled, slumping back against the couch. You giggled at the vacant look in his eyes, like he couldn’t think straight.

“You alright?” you asked softly, fighting a laugh.

Mark nodded, craning up to press a kiss to your lips. “You feel so good,” he rasped.

You purred, “So do you.”

Mark held your waist as you clambered off of him and lay on the sofa at his side. The two of you sat in comfortable silence, still catching your breaths. After a moment, you shifted closer, letting your head rest on his thigh. Mark stroked a thumb over your cheek, before playing with your hair.

“Nervous?”

“No,” you said with a chuckle. “Not even a little. Is that weird?”

He shook his head and hummed, “I don’t think so.”

You thought about it and replied, “It just feels like a natural process.”

“I guess it should.”

You quipped, “These hormones are wild though, huh?”

Mark chuckled. “I’m not complaining.”

You giggled.

Jaebeom stepped through the back door, his gaze dark. Mark was quick to zip up his pants. The alpha male cast his attention from you to Mark, then back to you, annoyed that he had not been the one to provide release.

On your back, you turned to get a better look at him and crooned, “Have a good walk, dear?”

Jaebeom cocked a brow and retorted, “Have a good ride, alpha?”

You nodded. “Mm.”

Jaebeom approached the couch, lifting your legs. He sat down and brought them over his lap, palming your bare thigh and placing a territorial hand across your stomach.

You expected nothing less from your domineering mate. Letting your eyes flutter closed, you expected to drift to sleep between your two wolf boys.

Mark suddenly cradled your head and rose from the couch, setting you down gently. Then, he escaped outside without a word.

Warmth bubbled in your chest, gathering and rising until your face felt hot. You turned slowly to Jaebeom, eyes narrowed. “I really can’t deal with your insufferable, jealous ass right now,” you sneered.

Jaebeom gawked, swallowing the lump in his throat. “What did I do now?”

“Because of you I’m a walking disaster,” you hissed at him. “Do you see I can’t even wear a bra anymore? None of them fit!”

Jaebeom glanced down where your shirt hugged your chest and quickly centered back on your face. “I did notice that. Yes.”

You frowned, glaring at him.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, feeling your rage. “I take full responsibility for the… breasts.”

Growling, you sat up, lifting from the couch.

At a loss of what to do to soothe your wrath, Jaebeom called after you confusedly, “Where are you going?”

“I need my pillow,” you whined, opening the back door and sticking your head out. You yelled at the top of your lungs, “Jinyoung!”

Jinyoung appeared in seconds, stepping into the house, and chanted, “I’m here. I’m here.”

You pointed at Jaebeom, tears filling your eyes. “He upset me.”

“I know,” Jinyoung cooed, wrapping an arm around you. “He has no idea how much discomfort you’re in.”

“No idea,” you echoed with a pout.

Jaebeom stood there, dumbfounded.

Jinyoung shot him a look, calling in his mind where you couldn’t hear, We have a month of this. For the love of god, learn to be quiet.

Jaebeom scowled, watching irritably as Jinyoung ushered you to the bedroom.

Jackson returned from outside then, approaching his alpha and patting him on the shoulder. “And whatever you do, don’t sneeze. She’ll look at you like you woke the dead.”

“And I thought heat was the hard part,” Jaebeom grumbled under his breath.

Jackson laughed. “Don’t ever let her hear you say that.”

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Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have fewer than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line(s). Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

I was tagged by the ridiculously talented @wufflesvetinari. Thanks boo!!! 🥰🥰🥰

Going roughly most-to-least recent, as far as I can tell from last-modified doc dates lolol. All are Whofic, unless otherwise noted!

1) [unnamed/unpublished WIP]: The instant they let her into the room, the moment she locks eyes with him, the realization crashes into her with the impact of a lead weight. She just knows.

2) Striding Parallel [unpublished WIP]: The Doctor huffs impatiently, tapping the psychic paper against his thigh. He doesn’t know who summoned him here, or why, but the longer they make him wait, the less he cares. Well, that’s not exactly true; if someone’s trying to get ahold of him, then they probably need help. So he cares about that. ‘Course he does. Still fairly irritated about the waiting, though.

3) Aural Fixation: “Oh, for goodness’ sake!”

4) [unnamed/unpublished Human Nature WIP]: Did you see him, Son of Mine?

5) love don’t roam: “Welp,” says the Doctor appraisingly, glancing all about the room. ... “It’s got buckets of atmosphere,” [he] concludes, and to Rose’s horror, he starts untying the belt to his ceremonial robe.

6) Cosmic Love and Monsters: “Sorry, sweetheart,” says the guard. It’s difficult to tell under the mask, but she swears she sees gentleness in the man’s eyes, or the ghost of gentleness-past, perhaps. “You en’t got a choice.”

7) Due North [unpublished WIP]: She is not—Rose Tyler thinks for the hundredth time in the last ten minutes—a fan of the cold.

8) (in)sensate [unpublished WIP]: “Don’t worry,” says the Doctor, his voice low so only she can hear. “It’s just procedure. Nothing painful, nothing bad. It’ll all be over before you know it.”

9) In Lovers’ Meeting: And just like that—she was gone.

10) No Place Like Hohm: Just hours after an encounter with homicidal robots on a 51st-century spaceship, Rose Tyler lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling, fidgeting and sleepless as she battled demons of an entirely different sort.

11) Of Turns and Tides (Or: One Time The Doctor Was A Giant Arse About Rose's Pregnancy, and Five Times He Wasn't): It’s not like they weren’t careful—Rose has got her shot, after all, and honestly after everything the Cannon put her through, she’s sort of surprised everything still works in there, reproductively-speaking—but it’s just her luck that he would have some sort of Time Lord supersperm in addition to everything else.

12) if we let go: “So,” she says, grinning up at him; it’s fitting, she thinks, that her first word to this new him should be such a small and inconsequential thing.

13) Studies in Human Anatomy (Or: The Joys of Reciprocation): He’s just starting to nod off (his head leaden and heavy, his breathing lulled into a deep and steady rhythm by the comforting drone of zeppelin-engines, his eyelids subjected to a special gravity all their own, and what human rubbish is this anyway?) when Rose shifts, lifting her head from his shoulder so she can lean in and press her lips to his for a long, full kiss.

14) Minuet: Before, she would have jumped at the sudden and unexpected pressure of someone’s hand on her waist, but nearly half a year in an 18th-century French court has taught Rose to adapt, if nothing else. (Her French is as abysmal as it ever was without the help of the TARDIS, but the court is graciously willing to overlook such things on behalf of the savior of their uncrowned queen.)

15) Cartography and Ritual Observation: She never expected to see the Doctor in her universe, in her living room, in her flat. Yet, here he is. (Here they both are.)

16) the art of inscription: It’s Gallifreyan, that much is certain. He can’t quite make out the script—no time for parsing out the arches that denote gliding vowels, the circles portraying sibilant fricatives, not when she pulls her cuff over her wrist so quickly it gives him whiplash—but even in that glance, the shape is unmistakable, the meaning undeniable.

17) Simulation Theory [unpublished Detroit: Become Human WIP]: They say the world ends with a bang, or a whimper. In her experience, it ends with both.

18) for the love of arachidae [Detroit: Become Human]: Everyone has a line; Hank draws his at spiders in the house.

19) class 4 errors [Detroit: Become Human]: The good news was, Connor had failed.

20) fifth option/eleventh hour [Detroit: Become Human]: There’s something almost satisfying about the sensation of the rifle’s components snapping into place--the click of the magazine, the snap of the scope, a three-dimensional puzzle brought to completion in clean and elegant precision, all of it stark and sharp against the soft quiet of the falling snow. But it’s only almost satisfying; machines don’t feel satisfaction, after all. They don’t feel anything. And Connor is nothing if not a machine.

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All right, let's see! Patterns, patterns, patterns. I am noticing that I often either like to start with a gut-punch one-liner, or a mildly meandering short paragraph with at least one, if not more, aside(s). Also yes I am addicted to em dashes, thank you for asking.

And now for my next trick, Imma taggity in no particular order:

@helplesslynerdy @abadplanwellexecuted @gallifreyburning @stoprobbersfic @saecookie @goingtothetardis @galiifreyrose @rosa-acicularis @smallblueandloud @chiaroscuroverse

#whofic #ficandchips #writin meme #also gasp senpai noticed me #look at me all maintaining my composure and not acting like the completely feral goblin i am

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drreporting · 3 years

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Prompt Omelia sharing a bath together something sweet please

Baby Bath

“I forgot how tiring it is manufacturing a human being,” Amelia muttered, half sarcastically, as she leaned her back against Owen’s chest, resting her head in the crook of his neck. “Thank god the nausea is gone.”

“Well, I can put you on the schedule for less hours at work…” He stopped as soon as he saw those piercing blues staring up at him accusingly. “Never mind,” he finished, chuckling as he rubbed her shoulders, splashing water over them to distract her from her irritation.

“I hope this isn’t the chief of surgery speaking to me right now,” she chimed, closing her eyes as she smirked, her jaw evidently tense.

Over the past couple of weeks, she and Owen had challenged each other on numerous occasions during work, causing a lot of tension amidst staff members and patients with their arguments. It was hard to pick a side when one side was the chief of neurosurgery, and the other side was the chief of surgery, especially when they were engaged to each other. Picking a side at work meant picking a side in their relationship, and many of the doctors there had realized long ago that it made no sense to do either, far less both. The power struggle was evident between the two, but no one would openly admit that as the reason for all their squabbles. Owen was coddling her because she was pregnant, and she was being arrogantly independent to counteract it. Something had to give.

Their most recent fight had been catalyzed by Owen rearranging Amelia’s surgeries so that she would spend less time on her feet while working. To say that had sent Amelia over the edge, was an understatement; she hated being micromanaged. The action had led to an all-out yelling session right outside the OR that was supposed to be ready for her surgery, and Owen had unfortunately made the mistake of exercising his full control, as chief of surgery. He’d basically given her a ‘time-out’ in front of all their colleagues, as though she were a resident, and banished her to his office where her subordinates assumed, she would receive the actual punishment for her public disrespect. Although she complied, she obviously did not respond well to it in the end. By the time he’d made it there to privately address their argument, she’d torn up the entire room, the mess of it all making it known how angry she was. It was like a hurricane had torn through his office.

“Amelia, what is wrong with you?” Owen exclaimed as he observed his fiancée pelting all the papers off his desk, and across the room.

“Why are you undermining me in front of my students?” she yelled at him, “I am the chief of neurosurgery-”

“Well, you’re not acting like it,” he responded blandly, hinting at the mini tantrum she appeared to be having in his office, “You’re being completely irrational…”

“I had a surgery booked.”

“And you’re pregnant and you’ve already logged almost 30 hours in the past two days, so no,” he cut her off, raising a hand to silence her, “No more long hours.” Before he could continue his lecture, a knock came to the door, and Derek peaked through the crack, just in time to see the mess. He chose to ignore it, knowing he had more important matters at hand, and went ahead with his inquiry.

“Hey Hunt, is the patient prepped for OR 1 as yet?” Derek asked, not knowing of the yelling match, or its origin.

Before Owen could get a word out, Amelia turned to her brother and yelled, “Get out!” He froze, looking at Derek with a bit of shock on his face. He had not expected her to yell at him.

Derek looked between the two before looking back at his sister. “Okay then…” As soon as he exited the room, she glared at Owen once more.

“Amelia, just…please-”

“No,” she cut him off this time, raising her hand; the hurricane had only just begun, “You cannot use your power to boss me around and undermine me, just because I am pregnant with your child!” she yelled at him, clearly enough for some of the doctors outside to hear, “I am not your property, and I am not a plant!” It was hard to keep a straight face when she had just compared herself to a plant, but Owen knew it would be counterintuitive to laugh right now. They had yet to announce to the rest of the hospital the good news, so he was sure those eavesdropping doctors would do the job for them, and probably spread the news of their most recent fight too.

“You don’t know how to take care of yourself.” She furrowed her eyebrows at him in disgust. How could he have the audacity to say that?

“I know how to take care of myself,” she growled, her fists clenched as though she was ready to pummel him, “Let’s not forget that I had to birth and raise Ryan, all by myself!” She pressed a palm to her forehead as she tried to regain control of her emotions. “You just don’t know how to stop controlling people.”

“I am not controlling you, Amelia,” he disagreed, “Look, can we just simmer down a bit?”

“So, what is it that you’re doing?” she accused him, folding her arms. Owen sighed and scratched the back of his head.

Walking to her, he squeezed her arms and looked down at her. “I just want you to be safe and I want the baby to be healthy, and you’re not being safe!”

“Owen, I’m pregnant, not dying,” she reminded him, “And Arizona has not said anything about me staying off of my feet. For god’s sake, I’m only two and half months along!”

He sighed, knowing she was a little right but not wanting to admit it. He was worried about her; this was his first child. “Amelia, could you just please follow my orders and stay home more?”

“No,” she said, pulling herself out of his grasp, “I am no longer just your subordinate, Owen. You asked me to marry you, I am pregnant with your child!” He frowned at her as he truly began to feel the shame of the way he acted. “You cannot just give me orders, like an intern, and expect me to follow you like we’re living in the 1950’s!” He folded his arms and averted his eyes to the floor, clenching his jaw. She was right, and he knew it, and he’d already done the damage. “You undermined me and embarrassed me today, in front of my subordinates. You made it seem like I was handicapped!”

“Amelia…”

“Can I start parking in the cripple spot too?” she vulgarly asked, pointing in the general direction of the car park. Owen pinched the bridge of his nose, not knowing what else to say. Amelia walked towards him, intending to walk past him, but not before saying, “This is getting ridiculous now, Owen. Last week, you were sending interns, with keto meals, to take my vitals every six hours. This week, you’re running my department for me.” He felt terrible because he knew now; he was overdoing it. He had been stifling her this entire time, and he thought he was being caring, and truthfully he couldn’t help but wonder if this is how Cristina felt too; if that was why she truly left. “It’s either you give up being chief, or…” She frowned; she couldn’t say the words. She just fiddled with the engagement ring on her finger, wondering if she had really thought this marriage thing through with him. “I can’t do this anymore; something has to give.” And with that, she left.

That fight had been just a few days ago, so it was still fresh in their minds as they sat in the bathtub together. Amelia had not broken up with him, but she had stopped wearing the engagement ring, so he didn’t know where they stood. Quite frankly, he was surprised that she’d even invited him in the tub with her. Everything was all so confusing these days, and he hoped it was just the hormones, and not them falling apart.

“This is not the chief speaking to you,” he laughed uncomfortably, deep in thought now. “Actually, I’ve been thinking about some stuff…” He didn’t know where to start, but thankfully she did.

“I have too,” she affirmed, “I’m sorry for making you feel like you have to choose between your job and me. It’s just that the micromanaging…”

“Amelia, I get it,” he cut her off, cupping his hands around her stomach. She looked up at him, the curiosity sparkling in her eyes. “I’ve been entirely too pushy with you, as of recently.”

She quirked an eyebrow at him. “Go on…”

He smiled as he looked down at her, already sensing that she would forgive him. “I think I got caught up worrying about all the ways you could get hurt.” He shifted uncomfortably as he looked around, adding, “I’ve always wanted to be a dad, it’s been my dream since…I don’t know. But I’ve never been through a pregnancy before, and honestly, it’s scary.” She watched him with concern, sensing that he was being vulnerable. “All the baby articles online, all the medical knowledge, it’s always racing through my mind when I see you.” He furrowed his brows and frowned, and Amelia could feel his pulse quickening, his heart thumping against her back. “I know you’ve been through the baby thing already, but this is my first child, Amelia. And I…” He looked back at her again, his gaze a mixture of worry, fear, and love. “I want her to be perfect, and happy and healthy, and I don’t want to have to worry about if you are standing too long, or not eating enough, and if it will hurt her. Or hurt you.” He squeezed his arms around her stomach a little tighter. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself, more than anything.”

“Owen I’m not going to hurt myself,” she giggled, softened by his caring words. Initially, she felt like he was being a control freak, but now she was hearing otherwise; he was just experiencing anxiety. “You can be a caring father, and not control my every move, at the same time.”

“That sounds more like an oxymoron,” Owen grumbled unenthusiastically. Amelia sat up in the tub, and Owen followed, his hands holding either sides of her waist as he helped her up and out of the water to get to her towel. “How am I supposed to do that?” He got out of the tub and wrapped his towel around his waist before joining Amelia by the mirror sink, standing behind her. She had already begun combing her hair and appeared to be purposely ignoring Owen.

“You can start by answering this question,” Amelia quipped, twisting, and pointing the comb at him behind her as she put on a gameshow voice, “What colour do you think our baby’s hair will be?”

Owen raised his eyebrows in confusion. “Amelia, what does this have to do with anything?”

“Just answer,” she prompted him, shaking the comb in front of his face like a mic.

Owen smirked as he looked at her in the mirror; she was entirely too playfully attractive for him not to entertain this little game. “Okay. Red.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her and grinned.

“I think so too,” she agreed. She faced the mirror again and leaned into his chest, a dreamy look on her face as she slowly twirled a strand of her wet hair around her fingers. “I think it’ll be a girl.”

“I hope it is,” Owen sighed peacefully, wrapping his arms around her waist as he lightly rested his chin on the top of her head, “And I hope her eyes are blue like yours.”

“With rosy skin,” she added to the imagination.

“Rosy,” Owen repeated, liking the way it sounded in his voice, “Let’s call her that.”

With an amused grin on her face, she said, “We don’t know if it’s a girl.”

“It’s definitely a girl,” Owen feigned ignorantly, making Amelia giggle again, “I can feel it right here.” He softly poked a finger in her side, knowing she would jump.

“Don’t tickle me!” she exclaimed, shying away from his steady grip on her waist. He smiled as he watched her in the mirror, knowing in his heart that it would be a girl. It had to be.

“Rosalie,” Amelia whispered once they settled into each other’s embrace, “Rosie, for short.”

“I love it,” Owen grinned even wider. He looked down at her, turning her in his arms as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I love you.”

She smiled up at him, returning the kiss, but on his mouth. “How could you not?” And she was right. It was impossible not to love her, which was the reminder he needed to finally make his mind up.

“I’m thinking of giving up being the chief,” he said against her lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Taken aback, Amelia pulled away from him to look at him. “Really?” He nodded; his eyes hooded with love. “Just like that?”

“You said it yourself,” he whispered, “How could I not love you?”

She smiled with a questioning look. “Are you sure?”

“I want to be around more,” he explained, “I don’t want to miss out on our baby’s life because I’m sorting through paperwork and yelling at doctors.” He looked her up and down, truly looked at her. “I want to take care of you, and not in the chief-y way.”

“Well, you’ve convinced me,” she relented, grinning at him, “but I think you’ll miss the job.”

“Are you crazy? I hate paperwork,” he dramatically exclaimed, filling her neck with kisses, “And I hate dealing with doctors’ problems.”

“Hmm, I don’t know, you seemed to enjoy it,” she played along, “Bossing people around, telling them where to stick their budgets. It was kinda hot.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked, and she nodded playfully, stealing a quick kiss from him. “Well, as your boss, I order you to take off your towel.”

“Or else what?”

“Or else,” he began, turning her around while he unraveled her from the towel, “you will be punished.” He faced her back towards him, his hand making its way to her rear and spanking her once. He was delighted to hear her gasp of surprise, and more so when he saw the shocked expression, she gave him in the mirror.

“You see, this is how we got here in the first place,” she reminded him, laughing.

“The spanking, or the sex?” he sought to confirm, dotting the back of her neck with kisses.

“Both,” she giggled.

#omelia #amelia shepherd #owen hunt #omeliafics

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nerdygaymormon · 3 years

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Genesis 2 : The Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil

In the Garden of Eden, God plants the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil and forbids Adam not to eat the fruit of this tree.

Let’s note that God formed woman after the command was given to Adam not to partake of this tree’s fruit.

The serpent tells Eve that eating the fruit of that tree will make her like the gods because she’ll know good & bad. It appears Eve did not know that she already was like God, humans were made in God’s likeness. Eve chooses to eat, and also hands over the fruit for Adam to eat.

This tree, it’s not just knowledge, they already can know things, it’s more that it will give them a sense of morality about what is good and what is bad. There is a sense in how God talks about the tree and the warning God places on it that suggests humans won’t truly understand, that they’ll be moving from an uncomplicated innocence to the complicated world of morality. They will have a sense of morality without the accompanying understanding that is needed and will act on the sense of morality but in imperfect, messed up ways because they don’t truly understand.

The Jewish concept is that good & evil were separate, but eating the fruit caused the two to become mixed. Humans now had both a desire for good and for evil inside of them. Many Christian sects view the eating of the fruit as causing disorder in creation, and eating the fruit as a sin and thus humanity inherited sin and guilt from Adam and Eve.

After eating the fruit, Adam & Eve realized they’re naked and they’re embarrassed. Being naked isn’t bad or sinful. It’s as if the humans were deciding for themselves what is good or evil, and that does make them like the gods.

One way to think of this is Adam & Eve were given the concept of binaries, everything is either “good” or “bad,” and they try to force things to fit without the nuance to understand that a lot of things simply exist or are on a spectrum.

Human history is full of people defining and redefining what is good or bad, often as a way to elevate themselves and to diminish or exclude other people.

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Adam & Eve hear God walking around in the Garden, so they hide themselves. Suddenly they’re acting deceptively, yet one more way in which they seem to not handle well the understanding that was gained from eating the tree’s fruit.

God calls out to the human and asks where he is. Adam says he heard God and hid himself because he’s naked. God asks, “Who told you that you’re naked? You’ve been eating from the tree, haven’t you?” Adam then says he did because the woman that God gave him, she handed him the fruit of the tree.

The knowledge from the fruit has Adam seeking to shift blame from himself to another person and even onto God.

God turns to the woman and asks what she’s done? She answers that the serpent tricked her and she ate the fruit of that tree.

God then curses the snake. The ground gets cursed. Adam will have to labor by the sweat of his brow to obtain vegetables from the ground. Adam has to leave the garden where fruit grew so easily upon trees.

Much of Christianity views Eve as the person to ‘blame,’ but God doesn’t. While the serpent is cursed, and the ground is cursed for Adam, God does not curse Eve but does place some hardships on her. It’s interesting that eating the fruit caused her to become like fruit (can reproduce). God tells Eve that she’ll have hardships in pregnancies and giving birth.

It seems like the real hardship placed on Adam & Eve is getting gender roles, something that had been absent up to this point.

Another interesting change is evil now becomes part of human nature, not just an external influence. We’re still supposed to find the good and make earth like heaven, but now we also have to find the good inside of us and others.

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How does all this apply to queer people?

I want to start with God questioning them “Who told you that you are naked?” Basically asking “Who told you this was something to be ashamed of?” For queer people, we can imagine that today God would ask, “Who told you that you are broken?”

Another lesson we learn comes from Adam’s choice to either follow God and his understanding of what God wanted, or to be with this person he loves. He chose love, he disobeyed God. Love was most important. It shouldn’t be a surprise that most queer people will choose love over remaining in church. I hope the families of queer people can similarly choose love over the anti-queer teachings they learned.

We have to trust our own understanding and then make choices based on that, even if that is uncomfortable or puts us at odds with religious leaders. We need to move from Eden to the world, from stagnation to growth, from comfort to opportunities to experience sorrow and joy. God trusts us with agency, we’re expected to make choices even if sometimes we make mistakes, that’s how growth happens.

God created the humans without gender roles, only after the transgression do these get imposed. One thing about queer couples is traditional gender roles don’t fit us, we have to collaborate together on how our relationships will work, there’s no stereotypes to define for us who is in charge of yardwork or cleaning the house or the other multitude of tasks that are part of life. Our relationships are more similar to Adam & Eve’s before they ate the fruit.

Humans have been messing up morality and what to do to with it. Adam & Eve right away felt guilt over something that isn’t sinful, they were deceptive, they were blaming others for their actions. It seems having a sense of good and evil is not easy, that people mess up and can be ruled by their emotions.

People see binaries where binaries don’t exist, and try to make everything fit into those binaries, such as is this right or wrong? The reality is there’s shades of gray, differences can exist without one being ‘good’ and the other ‘bad.’

People mess up a lot in applying “right” and “wrong,” or “good” and “bad.” Getting people to see each other, all of us, as equal, as the same, and have the same standards apply to all, it is a hard thing.

Just because cis straight people feel a certain way doesn’t mean that’s how queer people should feel or react. Being different doesn’t mean one group or the other is “good” or “bad,” that these feelings are “right” or “wrong.”

#queer scriptures #queer faith #queerstake

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Men Cause 100% of Unwanted Pregnancies

Our conversation about abortion places the burden of responsibility on women. I argue men are the root cause.

Gabrielle Blair

Sep 24, 2018·

As a mother of six and a Mormon, I have a good understanding of arguments surrounding abortion, religious and otherwise. When I hear men discussing women’s reproductive rights, I’m often left with the thought that they have zero interest in stopping abortion.

If you want to prevent abortion, you need to prevent unwanted pregnancies. Men seem unable (or unwilling) to admit that they cause 100% of them.

I realize that’s a bold statement. You’re likely thinking, “Wait. It takes two to tango!” While I fully agree with you in the case of intentional pregnancies, I argue that all unwanted pregnancies are caused by the irresponsible ejaculations of men. All of them.

Don’t believe me?

Let’s start with this: A woman’s egg is only fertile for about two days each month. Yes, there are exceptions, because nature. But one egg which is fertile two days each month is the baseline. And those fertile eggs are produced for a limited number of years. This means, on average, women are fertile for about 24 days per year.

But men are fertile 365 days a year. In fact, if you’re a man who ejaculates multiple times a day, you could cause multiple pregnancies daily. In theory, a man could cause 1000+ unwanted pregnancies in just one year. While it’s true that sperm gets crappier as men age, it doesn’t have a fertility expiration date; men can cause unwanted pregnancies from puberty until death. So, starting with basic fertility stats and the calendar, it’s easy to see that men are the issue here.

As a society, we really don’t mind if women suffer, physically or mentally, as long as it makes things easier for men.

“But what about birth control?” you might ask. “ If a woman can manage to figure out how to get an abortion, surely she can use birth control to avoid unwanted pregnancy, right?”

Great question. Modern birth control for women is possibly the most important invention of the last century, and I’m very grateful for it. It’s also brutal. The side effects for many women include migraines, mood swings, decreased libido, depression, severe cramps, heavy bleeding, aneurysm — and that’s just a small fraction of them.

Discouragingly, a promising study on a new male contraceptive was canceled in large part due to… (wait for it)… side effects. To be clear, this list of side effects was about one-third as long as the known side effects for commonly used women’s contraception. There’s a lot to unpack in that story alone. I’ll simply point out that, as a society, we really don’t mind if women suffer, physically or mentally, as long as it makes things easier for men.

But, men, I’ve got good news. Even with the horrible side effects, women are (amazingly!) very willing to use birth control. Unfortunately, it’s harder to get than it should be, but that doesn’t keep women from trying. Birth control options for women require a doctor’s appointment — sometimes multiple doctor’s appointments — and a prescription. They’re not always free, and often not cheap. Some are actually trying to make female birth control options more expensive by allowing insurance companies to refuse to cover them. In addition, contraceptive options for women can’t be easily acquired at the last minute. In most cases, they don’t work instantly.

The pill requires consistent daily use and doesn’t leave much room for mistakes, forgetfulness, or unexpected disruptions to daily schedules. Again, the side effects can be brutal — and not just in rare cases. Despite the hassle and side effects, I’m still grateful for birth control. (Please don’t take it away.) But it’s critical to understand that women’s birth control isn’t simple or easy.

In contrast, let’s look at birth control for men — i.e., condoms. They’re readily available at all hours, inexpensive, convenient, and don’t require a prescription. They’re effective and work on demand, instantly. They don’t cause aneurysms, mood swings, or debilitating cramps. Men can keep them stocked up just in case, so they’re always prepared. They can be easily used at the last minute. I mean, condoms are magic! So much easier than birth control options for women.

As a bonus, most women are totally on board with condoms. They keep us from getting STDs. They don’t lessen our pleasure during sex or prevent us from climaxing. The best part? Cleanup is so much easier — no waddling to the toilet as jizz drips down our legs.

So why would there ever be unwanted pregnancies? Why don’t men just use condoms every time they have sex? Seems so simple, right?

Oh. I remember. Men don’t love condoms. In fact, it’s very, very common for men to pressure women to have sex without a condom. It’s also not unheard of for men to remove the condom during sex without the women’s permission or knowledge. (Pro tip: That’s assault.)

Why would men want to have sex without a condom? Because, for the precious minutes when they’re penetrating their partner, not wearing a condom gives them more pleasure. So… that would mean some men are willing to risk getting a woman pregnant — which means literally risking her life, her health, her social status, her relationships, and her career — so they can experience a few minutes of slightly increased pleasure. Is this for real?

Yes. Yes, it is.

Pregnancies happen when men have an orgasm. Unwanted pregnancies happen when men orgasm irresponsibly.

Imagine a pleasure scale, with pain beginning at zero and going down into the negatives. A good back-scratch falls at 5, and an orgasm without a condom is a 10. Where would sex with a condom fall? A 7 or 8? So, it’s not that sex with a condom is not pleasurable, it’s just not as pleasurable. An 8 instead of a 10.

Let me emphasize that again: Men regularly choose to put women at massive risk in order to experience a few minutes of slightly increased pleasure.

For the truly condom-averse, men also have a non-condom, always-ready birth control option built right in: the pull-out. It doesn’t protect against STDs, it’s an easy joke, and it’s far from perfect. However, it’s 96% effective if done correctly, and 78% effective in practice (because it’s often not done correctly).

Still, many men who resist wearing condoms never learn how to pull out correctly. Apparently, it’s slightly more pleasurable to climax inside a vagina than, say, on their partner’s stomach. Once again, men are willing to risk the life, health, and well-being of women in order to experience a tiny bit more pleasure for roughly five seconds during orgasm.

Think of the choice men are making here. Honestly, I’m not as mad as I should be about this, because we’ve trained men from birth to disassociate sex and pregnancy. We’ve taught them that their pleasure is of utmost importance.

As a general rule, men get women pregnant by having an orgasm. Yes, there are exceptions — it’s possible for sperm to show up in pre-ejaculate — but in most cases, getting a woman pregnant is a pleasurable act for men. But men can get a woman pregnant without her feeling any pleasure at all. It’s even possible for a man to impregnate a woman while causing her excruciating pain, trauma, or horror.

In contrast, a woman can have nonstop orgasms with or without a partner and never once get herself pregnant. A woman’s orgasm has literally nothing to do with pregnancy or fertility — her clitoris exists simply for pleasure, not for creating new humans. No matter how many orgasms she has, they won’t make her pregnant.

Pregnancies happen when men have an orgasm. Unwanted pregnancies happen when men orgasm irresponsibly.

A woman can be the sluttiest slut in the entire world, she can love having orgasms all day and all night long, and she will never find herself with an unwanted pregnancy unless a man shows up and ejaculates irresponsibly. Though our society tends to villainize female pleasure, women’s enjoyment of sex does not equal unwanted pregnancy and abortion. Men’s enjoyment of sex and irresponsible ejaculations do.

Let’s move to the topic of responsibility. Often, men don’t know, don’t ask, and don’t think to ask if they’ve caused a pregnancy. There are often zero consequences for men who cause unwanted pregnancies.

If the woman decides to have an abortion, the man may never even know he caused an unwanted pregnancy with his irresponsible ejaculation. If the woman decides to have the baby, or put the baby up for adoption, the man may never know he caused an unwanted pregnancy with his irresponsible ejaculation either. He may never know there’s now a child walking around with 50% of his DNA.

If the woman does tell him he caused an unwanted pregnancy and that she’s having the baby, the closest thing to a consequence for him is child support. Our current child support system is a well-known joke. Only about 61 percent of required payments by men are actually made, and there are little to no repercussions for skipping out. In some states, failing to pay child support doesn’t even affect your credit.

If a man does pay child support, it doesn’t come close to what is required by a woman in the case of an unwanted pregnancy.

Let’s talk about abortion. When the topic comes up, men might think: Abortion is horrible; women should not have abortions. Never once do they consider the man who caused the unwanted pregnancy.

If you actually care about reducing or eliminating the number of abortions in our country, simply hold men accountable for their actions.

If we’re discussing abortion law — and not how to hold men accountable for irresponsible ejaculations, and the unwanted pregnancies caused by them — we’re wasting our time. Shift the conversation. Stop protesting at clinics. Stop shaming women. Stop debating whether or not to overturn abortion laws. If you actually care about reducing or eliminating the number of abortions in our country, simply hold men accountable for their actions.

What would that look like? A real and immediate consequence for men who cause an unwanted pregnancy. What kind of consequence would make sense? Should it be as harsh, painful, nauseating, scarring, expensive, risky, and life-altering…

… as forcing a woman to go through a nine-month unwanted pregnancy?

If you consider abortion to be murder, consider this thought experiment: Would you be on board with having a handful of men castrated to prevent 600,000 murders each year? If this argument sounds too provocative, could it be that many of us have a hard time wrapping our heads around a physical punishment for men? We seem to be more than fine with physical punishments for women. Perhaps we care more about policing women’s bodies, morality, and sexuality than we do about reducing or eliminating abortions.

Here’s another prevention idea: All males in the U.S. could get a vasectomy when they are ready to be sexually active. Vasectomies are very safe, highly reversible, and about as invasive as a woman getting an IUD implanted. In most cases, there’s some soreness afterwards for about 24 hours, but that’s pretty much it for side effects. (Take a moment to remember that female contraception options, used by millions of women in our country and billions across the world, have well-known side effects which can be brutal and severe — and yes, also include soreness.) If and when a man becomes a responsible adult, finds a mate, and wants to have a baby, the vasectomy can be reversed and then redone once the childbearing stage is over. Each man can bank their sperm before the vasectomy, just in case.

Don’t like my ideas? That’s fine. I’m sure there are better ideas, and I challenge you to suggest your own. My point is we need to stop focusing on women if we’re trying to get rid of abortions. Think of abortion as the “cure” for an unwanted pregnancy. To stop abortions, we need to prevent the “disease” — meaning, the unwanted pregnancy itself. And the only way to do that is by focusing on men, because irresponsible ejaculations by men cause 100% of unwanted pregnancy.

Ask yourselves: What would it take for you to value the life of your sexual partner more than your own temporary pleasure or convenience?

If you’re a man, what would it take for you to never again ejaculate irresponsibly? A loss of money, rights, or freedoms? Physical pain? Ask yourselves: What would it take for you to value the life of your sexual partner more than your own temporary pleasure or convenience?

Men mostly run our government, and men mostly make our laws. In theory, men could eliminate — or drastically reduce — abortions within months without ever touching an abortion law or even mentioning women. They’d simply need to hold men accountable for irresponsible ejaculations, and legislate accordingly.

To reduce or eliminate abortions, stop attempting to control women’s bodies and sexuality. Because unwanted pregnancies are caused by men.

#abortion #pregnant #pregnancy

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volturiwolf · 3 years

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Rant that is just there..

I wanted to share something that has been eating my mind for over 10 years now, ever since I visited a Leonardo Da Vinci exhibition.

Has anyone ever thought why a man has ever said to a woman "I want you to have my baby(babies)"? I'm sure you have heard it somewhere. You were either told that by a partner or you heard it on a movie or a TV series or somewhere else?

Thing is this notion started with Leonardo Da Vinci himself; the pioneer, the inventor, the scientist Leonardo Da Vinci.

See, Da Vinci studied the human body meticulously. He studied both the male and female anatomy and was drawn to some conclusions after thorough research.

Da Vinci believed that the male body, within the penis, testicles, tubes, etc. - the male's reproductive organs, contained tiny, tiny, tiny, but fully-developed babies, who had all the organs necessary for the human life. The only problem was they were tiny.

Da Vinci saw the female reproductive system, and connecting the dots, he came to the conclusion that, through intercourse, male "laid" the tiny babies in the female who had more space in her body for the baby to develop.

Da Vinci believed that the role of the man was crucial to the human existence, and that the woman played a secondary role, being basically just a carrier for the man's babies.

This notion shifted the importance of creating life to men, instead of what we actually know today - yes, both male and female parts are needed to make a baby, BUT the whole process of developing the actual organs happens within a woman's body. The woman has to go through everything and sacrifice her life for the life of the baby inside her.

And if you think that's still a thing of the past, just look around you. A lot of men still think that just the fact they impregnated a woman was a lot of work and then just give up on playing an active role in their child's life.

It should not be "I want you to have my baby". It should be "I want us to have our baby". The woman is not just a carrier for a man's baby. It's a human being growing another human being. And it's one of the reasons that it's vital to shift the importance to women.

Whether they want to have a baby, or they don't want to have a baby, it should only be the woman's choice because the woman is the one who would have to sacrifice more than a man for that baby.

And before you say that men sacrifice things too, let me tell you that my mom always said that 'a pregnant woman always has one foot in a grave'. Because pregnancy is dangerous. Organs pushed on each other to make space for a new human that is larger than a basket ball - that alone can put someone in danger.

Whatever you choose to do with your life, thank a woman - your mother, your grandmother, your partner, you, whoever, for the miracle of human existence in this world.

Respect women. Love women. Appreciate women. Women are strong. Women are admirable. Women are actually the world, the reason we all exist right now.

P.S. you don't have to be a woman able to procreate to feel your importance in the world. Whoever you are, you are important. You matter. And I'm glad you exist.

#just some thoughts #leonardo da vinci #women

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A Court of Nightmares and Starlight //Chapter 10//

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The summit meeting was what we now called the annual meetings with the other High Lords (and Ladies) of Prythian, as well as our human alliances in the mortal lands. We kept the tradition of meeting at the Dawn Court Palace, as we had with our initial meeting before the war with Hybern. But with the threat of civil war in our court, the rest of the inner circle agreed it would be best to call on our allies early. We didn’t have time to wait now that the news of my pregnancy would soon spread throughout the court; and if our suspicions about Beron were correct, then the news and the threat we faced could extend into the other courts as well.

“We need to try and convince Tamlin to come. To the summit meeting,” I said to Rhys a few nights following our visit to Hewn City.

Upon our return back to Velaris, we finally broke the news to my sisters about the looming threat. They were both, surprisingly, calm about it. As I suspected, Nesta revealed she had pretty much guessed there was something brewing, and I couldn’t help but catch a glance over at a certain winged warrior. Elain’s reaction shocked us the most; she simply asked what our next move was, and when we all stared at her in equal amazement she only shrugged and told us she had a vision.

I had almost forgotten of Elain’s seer abilities, and I silently asked her what the vision was of. She crossed her arms and shifted a bit uncomfortably as she recounted the vague details of a great-winged animal sweeping over a grassy knoll and a fast-beating heart pounding in the back of her mind. Unfortunately, that was all she saw, but knew it meant something was amiss.

With that matter settled, Rhys, Cassian, and Azriel disclosed to all of us how we would move forward. Once Kallon knew of my pregnancy, it was inevitable that his Illyrian armies would also learn of it and they would scramble to adjust their plans with Keir and his army. Based on the timeline the three of them put together, we originally had little more than a year of their continued secret meetings before Kallon would move his joint forces with Keir on the remaining Illyrian camps who opposed the coup. The new development would now shorten that to only give us a couple of months—at most. Keir and Kallon would want the coup to take place before any chance I had at giving birth; a fact that now haunted my mate, family, and I. With me being only a little over three months along, and approximately six months left, our enemies would strike early.

Which now led us to calling on our allies, our friendships we’d solidified in the last decade. Not only to ask for their support in bringing down this coup, but to announce my pregnancy to them as well. When Viviane announced that she and Kallias were expecting their child, they had invited us all—excluding Tamlin and Beron, to the Winter Court in order to celebrate together. We were all happy for them, and this was our chance to have the same support. Only, along with sharing the news that we were expecting, we would have to warn them of the potential threat they could face should the coup succeed. If Keir expected to take over as High Lord of the Night Court, any and all alliances that Rhys and I built would be shattered with his rule. The alliance the steward had with Beron would ignite distrust with the other courts, and they all may very well be targeted next.

This coup could not and would not succeed. If it did, every step of progress we had made in Prythian, and with our human alliances as well, could crumble. Keir and Kallon’s numbers were great, and if they indeed had Beron’s backing, then we alone would stand little chance to fight back. But with the other courts behind us, ready to fight with us again, the coup would be futile. However, as Rhys and I started working on the letters we would send out requesting to move up the summit meeting, I couldn’t help voicing the nagging feeling in the back of my mind about Tamlin and his continued reluctance to attend. He was currently at a standstill, and we had to rally him for us before our enemies could turn him over to their benefit.

“We send him a letter every year requesting his presence at the summit. He always declines,” Rhys replied from his desk as he continued to write the letter we would send to Thesan first.

I sighed from my spot on the chaise lounge across from his desk and stood, coming to slowly stand in front of it. “We need to do more than send a letter,” I pressed.

Rhys paused before setting down his pen and settling back in his chair in order to meet my gaze. “I’m listening.”

I fidgeted, “What if we went to him in person? We could give him an idea, not details, of what the summit meeting is about and convince him to come?”

He darkened, those male-bonded instincts flaring with his need to protect me and our child. “We?” He growled, standing.

I moved to place my hands on his chest gently and he relaxed at my touch. “If we go together, he’ll see how serious we are; how much we need him to be there this time,” I reassured.

“We don’t need his alliance, Feyre. We’ll have the other courts backing, our friends,” he said.

“If Beron is really working with Keir, which we know is very likely at this point, then we need as much help as possible. Not just from our friends,”

“We don’t need his help,” Rhys insisted.

“We might.”

He sighed heavily, his hands coming to rest on my hips as he looked down at my stomach, his thumbs rubbing the sides of the small mound. I slid my hands from his chest to his shoulders, watching the debate behind those violet, star-flecked eyes. He knew I was right, but every inclination in his body was screaming at him to shield me—us. He didn’t want to deny me, but I knew it was a risk to bring my mate before the male that had betrayed me—betrayed us, in the past; all while in the delicate condition I was currently in. Rhys could control himself, but a part of me knew that asking him to stand alongside his pregnant mate while confronting another hostile male might be pushing his preternatural instincts.

I would have to confront Tamlin on my own.

I once vowed that I never wanted to see him again; that I would never again set foot on Spring Court soil, but I went back once to protect my court and I would do it again. My home, my family, and my court, along with the other courts in Prythian, were in peril. If it took me alone to face Tamlin and convince him to join our cause, I could do it.

I sighed as I pressed my forehead against Rhys’s, his conflicted gaze meeting mine. “Let’s try sending the letter first, and then...we’ll go from there.” I said.

His eyes searched mine for a minute before he pressed a lingering kiss to my brow and nodded in agreement. “We’ll re-evaluate once we get the response letters from everyone,” he said.

I smiled faintly, concurring with a tired sigh. “At least, on the bright side, we’ll be sharing some good news.”

He smirked, “I wonder if they’ll be as happy for us as they were for Kallias and Viviane.”

“Helion will make some joke about you finally producing offspring, and Tarquin might send us some kind of gift.” I replied.

Rhys chuckled and pulled me closer, “I never would’ve had children if it weren’t for you, my love. The thought hardly ever crossed my mind.”

My smile turned reserved as I thought of all the times he previously mentioned having children—only really having done so after the events of Under the Mountain. He knew we were mates back then, and despite believing I was another male’s bride, he still dreamed of the possibility.

“Then I came along, huh?” I asked softly.

“Oh, you did that and more Feyre darling,” he responded with a rogue grin, causing me to laugh wholeheartedly as he pressed a kiss to my lips.

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“You want to go see Tamlin by yourself?” Elain asked in a quiet horror as she stared at me.

Nesta scoffed, “Does that mate of yours know about this?”

I rolled my eyes as I turned to face her. After our conversation last night and sending off the last of our letters to the other courts, I made the decision to go to the Spring Court without Rhys today. It was something I simply had to do on my own in order to persuade Tamlin to attend our emergency summit.

“No, he doesn’t, and that’s how I want it to stay.” I replied, glancing back at Elain as I said this.

I asked my sisters to meet me in the library so I could discuss my plans with them. They were the only ones I knew who wouldn’t tell Rhys. The others would disapprove, especially Mor and Cassian and especially now that I was pregnant and vulnerable in their eyes. They would either insist on coming with me or try to talk me out of it. And as much as I hated to admit it, we would need Tamlin’s help again for this fight.

“But Feyre, he hates us. Are you sure he’ll even welcome you in?” Elain asked, genuinely concerned at the idea of being turned away at the border.

I rested a hand on my stomach, “He won’t turn me away. Maybe at first, he’ll try, but,” I glanced down at my hand, “he’ll at least let me speak.”

“So, you plan to use your pregnancy as leverage?” Nesta asked coldly.

“Would you rather I manipulate him again? Claim I’m being abused and seek solace in his arms, then somehow convince him to attend the summit and leave?” I bit back.

Elain cringed, but Nesta didn’t flinch. “He could choose to kill you and your baby on the spot if you show up unannounced,” she retorted.

“He won’t,” I said.

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because he’s still in love with me,” I admitted. “I know it's been years, but I believe a part of him still does. Despite having a mate, and carrying another male’s child, he probably always will and because of that I know he’ll at least hear me out. If he still won’t attend the summit, I’ll at least know I tried.”

There was a moment of silence that followed between the three of us. We knew how important this summit meeting was. Nesta from firsthand experience, having attended our original meeting, along with the ones we established after the war. Elain having only been to a couple since she and Greyson still weren’t on speaking terms. These meetings were an opportunity for all of us as a continent to be united, and over the last decade we’d established some semblance of peace; now that peace was being threatened. Whether any of us liked it or not, we would all have to be united against those who sought to overthrow even one of us. While there was little hope of establishing a steady alliance with the Autumn Court, there was at least still a chance with the Spring Court.

Elain walked over to my side quietly. “Can you at least take Azriel with you? He can stay in the shadows unnoticed while you and Tamlin talk and step in if necessary,” she implored.

“Take Azriel and Cassian. Those brutes can monitor and protect you, if necessary,” Nesta insisted, her arms crossed over her chest.

“I’m not taking anyone. I can protect myself and the baby if I have to,”

“You can barely winnow, or use any of your powers for that matter, without collapsing.” Nesta pointed out.

“It’s a good thing I won’t need to then.”

“How can you be so sure?” Nesta snapped.

Elain and I both started at her sudden rage. Elain was used to Nesta’s overprotective behavior over her, but it shocked us both to see her so...overzealous with her sudden desire to protect me. Our relationship was...complicated, to say the least. The years following the war, especially after banishing her from Velaris and sending her to the Illyrian mountains with Cassian, was a bit strained. After she returned with Cassian, and after noting the bond between the pair, nobody dared mention it. I figured I would let them announce whatever relationship they had when they were ready. In the meantime, things between my eldest sister and I seemed better but still tense.

Over the years she spent more time with us, and eventually silently agreed to moving into our estate. She kept up her ever-present cold facade, but still ate every meal, celebrated (or at least her idea of celebration) every holiday, and attended every summit meeting with us. While she and Elain technically had no official title in our court, they were still a part of the Inner Circle. Since announcing that I was pregnant, however, I noticed more of a change in Nesta. While never admitting it outright, she continued to monitor my condition every week.

She...cared. About me, and about the baby.

I softened and reached a tentative hand to place on her shoulder, giving it a light squeeze before looking back at Elain. “I just need you two to trust me. I’ll winnow myself to the Spring Court when Rhys, Azriel and Cassian leave for the mountains after lunch. In the meantime, cover for me. If I’m not back by dinner, then you let the others know where I am.” I explained.

Elain was about to protest before I cut in carefully, “If I’m not back by then, it’ll be because I couldn’t winnow myself back. In which case, I’ll communicate that with Rhys. You’ll only have to tell them in the worst-case scenario, which won’t happen. I promise.”

I dared a look at Nesta, who had squared her shoulders and recomposed her icy facade. She finally nodded in approval, and we both looked at Elain for her assent. She hesitated for a few seconds before acknowledging as well.

“I trust you Feyre, of course I do...just please be careful. For your sake, and the baby’s.” Elain said, glancing down at my stomach.

“We’ll be alright.” I said, soothing her anxiety with a gentle squeeze of her hand.

A few hours later I bid my sisters farewell after we had lunch together, and after the three Illyrian males left for the plans Rhys had set for them in the mountains. They would be “popping” in for a surprise visit at the Ironcrest camp under the guise of sharing reports with Kallon. It worked as a great excuse to spend time with my sisters, which was what I told Rhys before he left. Mor and Amren were busy with their own responsibilities as second and third in command, and my disappearance would, hopefully, go unnoticed.

I reassured Nesta and Elain of my safety one last time before summoning up what little powers I had in order to winnow myself to the Spring Court border. Out of an abundance of caution (and some convincing on Nesta’s behalf) I technically landed on Summer Court territory. But after using what energy I had reserved, I stumbled onto Spring soil and leaned against a large oak for support. The world spun upon my landing and continued to spin for several minutes afterwards. My stomach roiled violently, and I realized then that it probably wasn’t the wisest decision to travel after just having lunch.

I squeezed my eyes shut in an attempt to render my surroundings immobile, but when things finally calmed, my eyes shot back open as I ducked behind a nearby bush to hurl up all of my stomach's contents. So far, I wasn’t off to such a great start.

“Feyre?” A familiar male voice asked, thoroughly confused.

I groaned from my spot behind the bushes and stood slowly to face Lucien, who was now dismounting his horse and rushing to my aid.

“What the hell are you doing here?” He asked, taking my arm as he helped me upright.

I moaned with a cringe, his grip pulling me up too fast and I tore away from him just in time as another brutal wave of nausea hit and I turned back towards the bush. I heard him sigh before he came back over to gently pull back my hair, waiting for me to finish. Once my sickness passed, I did my best to appear normal before turning back to him.

“Hi,” I rasped.

Lucien frowned, helping to steady me as I faced him. “Feyre, what’s wrong? What are you doing here? Do you know what’ll happen if Tamlin finds out?”

I shook my head, slowly. “I’m fine, Lucien. Tamlin is who I came here to see.”

His face fell, “Did something happen with Rhys, or the others? Is Elain okay?” he asked, alarmed.

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. “Elain is fine, and nothing happened Lucien. I don’t appreciate the insinuation that I’m here because I had a falling out with my mate.”

“Well what am I supposed to believe?” He asked incredulously, “You show up here unannounced, looking like hell-"

“I’m pregnant,” I said, cutting him off.

He stared at me, appalled. “And... its Rhys’s...?”

“Lucien!”

“Well again, what am I supposed to believe!” He snapped.

I sighed in exasperation, finally starting to feel some of my wits return, but my knees were still weak as the full effect of winnowing was starting to weigh on me and I tried to subtly lean against a tree in order to keep myself upright. “I came here to talk to Tamlin and convince him to attend the emergency summit meeting Rhys and I called,” I explained.

“Vassa got the letter this morning. So did Tamlin,” he confirmed, taking my arm again for support.

I exhaled a deep breath as I let him lead me over to a nearby tree stump. I sat slowly with his help, “He needs to come this year. It's important,” I continued.

“My guess is it has something to do with you being pregnant? And not just some formal announcement?” Lucien asked.

I nodded and took a few more deep breaths in order to regain my stamina. Lucien hesitated before scooping me up carefully in his arms and walked us to his horse.

“You shouldn’t be winnowing in your condition, Feyre, it's dangerous.” He said as he helped me into the saddle.

“How did you know that?” I asked after getting settled, raising a brow.

He grabbed the reins and started leading the horse in the direction of Tamlin’s estate, “My mother was pregnant several times, as I matured she shared some knowledge with me...in the event that I should ever be fortunate enough to have any offspring, and be...empathetic towards my wife, or mate.” He explained, keeping his eyes forward.

I stared at him carefully, watching as his composure shifted while he spoke as he thought of Elain. The mention of offspring would no doubt trigger the thought of his mate, and I waited for an inevitable question about my sister. It had been almost a year since his last visit to Velaris, and though she tried not to ignore him as much, she still wasn’t anywhere near ready to accept their mating bond. She did her best to be friendly with Lucien after we moved into the estate, but I could tell how grateful she was that he decided to keep his distance and spent most of his time with Vassa and Jurian.

“She really is fine, just so you know. Excited to be an aunt,” I said, moving a hand to rest on my stomach.

He nodded and I saw his mechanical eye whir subtly as he scanned over my form. “Are you and Rhys excited?” He asked.

I caressed my swollen abdomen, “Yes. We’ve actually been trying for a while...” I admitted.

“I see,” he said carefully.

“I know you’re as skeptical as always Lucien, but I didn’t come all this way for no good reason.”

“Why not send Rhysand?”

“Because I can handle my own business with Tamlin.”

Lucien sighed, “I’m just not sure how well Tamlin will react.”

I shifted in the saddle, “It’s not like he’ll hurt me.” I paused, “Right?”

“No of course not,” he reassured. “It’s just been a long time since you’ve seen each other. Last time was after the war, and he...wasn’t okay, for a while.”

I tried not to make a snide remark at that, instead looking up as we approached Tamlin’s manor; staring with wide eyes the closer we got. On his past visits, Rhys informed me of how dismantled the estate was—Tamlin having nearly destroyed it after I left for the Night Court a second time, and then leaving it to rot after the war. Now it stood just as pristine and proud as I remembered. Large rose bushes adorning the front driveway, ivy vines crawling up alabaster stone walls and wrapping around the columns to the front entrance delicately. I took a few leveled breaths, trying to settle my nerves as the full weight of where I found myself fell on my shoulders. I had to remind myself that I was only here temporarily. I wasn’t and wouldn’t be trapped within those walls ever again.

I’m free. Just breathe.

I was grateful Lucien did his best not to pay me any attention as I continued to work to calm myself through more deep breaths. This time being in the Spring Court felt different—uneasy; maybe because this time I was carrying Rhys’s child or because it had been years rather than months since I stepped foot onto this territory. I had resigned to never returning; of never seeing Tamlin alone again, and although this time was as much for my people as it was before, I couldn’t help feeling...panicked. I slipped my eyes shut as I continued to breathe, but my breath hitched a bit when I felt that familiar flutter in the pit of my stomach. I looked down at the small swell and placed a reassuring hand over it.

We’re okay baby. I promise.

Lifting my gaze from my stomach, I went rigid the second I was met with a pair of golden-flecked green eyes staring at me from the front steps of the driveway.

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Grimm

Platform: Amazon Prime

Official overview: Portland detective Nick Burkhardt, descended from a long line of warriors known as Grimms, defends his city from magical creatures known as Wesen, which are part human and part animal. Fighting alongside his partner, Hank, colleague Sergeant Wu and friends Monroe and Rosalee, Nick faces off against internal and external forces, including his police captain, Sean Renard.

My overview: Portland detective Nick Burkhardt thinks he's going insane when he randomly starts seeing monsters at the time his aunt goes into a coma. Turns out he's not, in fact, going crazy. He deals with shit trying to kill him and his girlfriend and friends CONSTANTLY and in reality all he wants to do his keep his city safe, and he accidentally saves the world in the process.

Thoughts on the show: I love it, it does have a habit of setting up for recurring characters and then never mentioning them again, so that's annoying. There are 6 seasons. There are some great romances in the show, and also some iffy ones, but the iffy ones are definitely regarded as such in the show, and eventually either develop past the weird stage or die before anymore harm can be done. Aired from 2011 to 2017

Thoughts on the fandom: Wayyyy too small, I know of 0 people around my age who like it, and 90% of the fan base is obsessed with Sasha Roiz who plays Sean Renard (not that I'm judging). Definitely not enough fics out there, and the ones that I've found seem to be poorly written or basically just pwp.

Warehouse 13

Platform: Amazon Prime

Official overview: Following an abrupt transfer, Secret Service agents Pete Lattimer and Myka Bering find themselves in the middle of South Dakota at a massive, top-secret storage warehouse that holds every strange artifact, mysterious relic, out-of-this-world object and supernatural souvenir ever found by the U.S. government. Lattimer and Bering's new task, as directed by the warehouse's caretaker, longtime agent Artie Nielsen, is to investigate reports of unexplainable and paranormal activity in an effort to secure more peculiar and dangerous objects, and to help Artie manage the warehouse itself.

My overview: imagine the TARDIS except it's a warehouse and not a police box (bigger on the inside) and it's full of cursed objects to be kept there so it doesn't destroy the world.

Thoughts on the show: I love it. It accurately depicts trauma and has decent representation such as a black woman everyone is intimidated by because she's the boss, a gay man who isn't sexualized and has development and a personality other than "gay". There is even an incredibly homoerotic friendship between two women that the actress of said women played up because they wanted their characters together, even if one turned out to be not-so-good. The show deals with sexism and victims of neglect. You'll learn a lot of random history while watching the show as all of the artifacts tend to be historically based (the guillotine blade that cut of Marie Antoinette's head, for instance). There are 5 seasons and I'm s3 or 4. Apparently the show does something weird with Pete and Myka at the end, which probably means they get together. Ran 2009 to 2014.

Thoughts on the fandom: again, way too small, although a lot bigger than Grimm. There are quite a few fics out there, mainly for the two women which I ship with my whole heart. There might be some controversy with Eddie McClintock (Pete Lattimer) but I'm not very well-versed in it. I wish Grimm's fandom was as big as W13's.

The Umbrella Academy

Platform: Netflix

Official overview: On one day in 1989, 43 infants are inexplicably born to random, unconnected women who showed no signs of pregnancy the day before. Seven are adopted by billionaire industrialist Sir Reginald Hargreeves, who creates the Umbrella Academy and prepares his "children" to save the world. In their teenage years, though, the family fractures and the team disbands. Fast forward to the present time, when the six surviving members of the clan reunite upon the news of Hargreeves' passing. They work together to solve a mystery surrounding their father's death, but divergent personalities and abilities again pull the estranged family apart, and a global apocalypse is another imminent threat. The series is based on a collection of comics and graphic novels created and written by My Chemical Romance lead singer Gerard Way.

My overview: adult survivors of abuse with increasingly weird/out-there superpowers due to the weird circumstances of their birth come together to celebrate *cough* I mean mourn the passing of their "father" And accidentally cause the apocalypse.

Thoughts on the show: I love it. I've finished season 2,currenfly there are only 2 seasons, it's still in progress, I love it. I'm sure most of you have already watched it because what is the supernatural fandom if not emo? Also a good one for representation. Mexican man with a stutter, black woman with a daughter she is in a custody battle for, gay druggie veteran, Ellen Page, Asian ghost boy, 58 year old man in a 13 year old's body, and a half-chimp man.

Thoughts on the fandom: big. Big big big. Haven't found any fics that cater to my specific wants in a fic, but there are fics. Some of them have weird pairings, but since the show made two (adopted) siblings canon, I can't exactly blame them.

Lost Girl

Platform: I actually have no idea

Official overview: Bo is a small-town girl on the run after a disastrous sexual encounter with her boyfriend ends with his death. Bo learns that she is not human, but a succubus, who feeds on the sexual energy of humans. She and her kind are members of the Fae, creatures of legend, who walk among humans and feed off them in different ways. As she searches for the truth about her origins and runs from her inhuman urges, she vows to help those she meets along the way -- human or Fae -- who need to right a wrong.

My overview: bisexual woman finds out she's a succubus and she has to choose to be either good Fae or bad Fae (I think it's light vs dark but it's been a Hot Minute) she has a thing with a werewolf and also a thing with a Fae doctor who is human and a woman.

Thoughts on the show: it's good, 5 seasons, don't think I've finished the first season. Back when I started watching it it was on Netflix and has since been removed. It's on Vudo but it costs money which is bullshit. It's a little weird at first, but I like it. Ran 2010 to 2015.

Thoughts on the fandom: have not interacted with the fandom for fear of spoilers. I'd imagine this show's fandom is about the size of Grimm.

Being Human (USA version)

Platform: again, I don't know.

Official overview: "Being Human," based on a BBC series of the same name, features three 20-something roommates who each try to keep a secret from the rest of the world -- one is a ghost, another is a vampire and the third is a werewolf. The three roomies try to help one another navigate the complexities of living double lives.

My overview: again, weird starts off in almost the middle of the story. It deals with abuse, death, fighting urges, dealing with past sins, and, well, being human. The characters are Sally (Ghost) Aidan (vampire) and Josh (werewolf). The three of them are trying to live like normal, Aidan and Josh as workers at the local hospital as Sally works to deal with her death.

Thoughts on the show: I love it I just wish I could find it on a reliable site, again, it's on Vudo but it costs money. It definitely had the set up for a good mlm relationship but from what I've gathered they end up forcing heterosexuality.

Thoughts on the fandom: again, too small, roughly the size of Grimm. I have seen 0 fics.

The Librarians

Platform: Hulu I do so believe

Official overview: Cued by TNT's popular 'The Librarian' trilogy, this series introduces new members of an ancient group protecting mystical artefacts. Hidden below the Metropolitan Public Library, the secret society's longtime leader is Flynn Carsen, whose job has become very complicated. To help, the Library recruits Eve, a counterterrorism agent responsible for organizational security; Jacob, who has encyclopedic knowledge of art, architecture and history; Cassandra, who links auditory/sensory hallucinations to memory; and Ezekiel, a skilled thief and master technician. Overseeing them is Jenkins, the reclusive caretaker of the Library's sleepy little outpost in Oregon. Noah Wyle executive produces and recurs as Flynn, the role he played in the movie series.

My overview: very similar to W13. This time imagine the Bunker, and the Warehouse, and boom, you've got the Library.

Thoughts on the show: good! I love it, I just found out it was on Hulu and am going to be binging it as soon as I finish Grimm and Warehouse. I'd love to see a crossover between W13 and The Librarians I feel like they'd have a feud.

Thoughts on the fandom: probably the same size as W13 if not bigger as the series came from movies. Again, haven't finished the series so I haven't interacted with the fandom.

Eureka

Platform: Amazon Prime

Official overview: In the years since World War II, the U.S. government has been relocating the world's geniuses (and their families) to the Pacific Northwest town of Eureka. Daily life there shifts between amazing innovation and total chaos. U.S. Marshal Jack Carter learns this first-hand when his car breaks down in Eureka, stranding him among the town's eccentric citizens. When they unleash a scientific creation still unknown to the outside world, it's up to Carter to restore order. Subsequently, he's let in on one of America's best-kept secrets.

My overview: a small town but make every person a genius. Has some crossover with Warehouse 13, they exist in the same universe.

Thoughts on the show: I love it so far. Just the kind of weird shit I enjoy.

Thoughts on the fandom: I'd imagine about the size of Warehouse 13's but I've yet to interact considering I'm still in season 1.

#show recommendations #show recs

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Dear Fandom5k Author

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Hello and thank you for writing for me! I’m excited to give this exchange a try for the first time and cannot wait to read what you can come up with for one of my requests. Please note I’d love any of them equally, no matter if I have more prompt ideas for one or the other. Some I seriously would love just about anything about since they are so rare, others I have more specific requests to scratch itches I haven’t seen written before (or that much.)

General Likes:

Soumates with a twist. I love soulmate/soulbond AUs, as long as it’s just not a shortcut to happily-ever, no-conflict fluff. I want there to be some difficulties or angst involved. For instance, I’d love seeing any fusion/inspired-by fics based off the concept of the AMC Soumates series - where there’s a newly-developed scientific test a person can choose to take to find their soulmate (if the other person out there has also taken the test). That way it’s a choice to find out or not. Would an already established couple want to take the test to find out if they’re really “meant” to be together or not? What if they find out other people are their “soulmates”? What about the possibility of platonic soulmates vs romantic? Discussions for the future if/when one partner dies before the other? I’d love to see these questions played out with one of my fave ships in either a happy or somewhat angsty/dark way.

Vacation/travel stories. Being unable to travel this past year+ thanks to covid-19 has me desperate to explore and live vicariously through my favorite characters! So I’d love a story involving travel to somewhere new (to them). It could be a romantic getaway/honeymoon trip to somewhere special - and I love it when an author “takes me” to a favorite city/place of their own. Or two friends just going on an escapade together, maybe one sensing the other needs some time away from a stressful situation or workplace.

Smutty likes: I love extended kissing scenes, frottage, light restraint play, sharing-one-bed-for-~reasons~-ooops-how-did-we-wake-up-cuddling, bathing/caretaking an injured partner-turns-erotic, desperate/reunion sex.

Canon-divergent AUs - I’m always good with fix-its, shifts in canon that only change one thing and see what happens next or instead.

Do Not Wants:

A/B/O dynamics, mating heats. (I do like Supernatural fics that explore Castiel and the angels having bird-like behaviors and instincts, however.)

animal abuse/death

anything related to pregnancy/childbirth/kidfic (except for Jack in SPN)

formalized BDSM relationships

scat/watersports

unrequested alternative-universe scenarios such as high school/mundane/genderswap/coffee shop/fantasy/etc. There are a few ships/groups where I would enjoy specific AUs, and those are outlined below.

Completely sad endings/permanent character death or injury that isn’t part of canon

Rape/non-con between requested characters. Dubious consent is fine in situations like magic spells/possession/fuck-or-die, however.

Supernatural

AU - Canon Divergence, Character Development, Established Relationship, Getting Together, Fix-it fic, Interpersonal Drama, Smut, Angst, Canon-Style Plot - Freeform, Hurt/Comfort, Mystery/Procedural, Slice of Life, Worldbuilding, Horror

In general for SPN, I love canon-divergence AUs at pretty much any point in time (especially as they kept having so many dumb reasons in canon to keep Dean & Cas apart just when one or the other seriously needed support or TLC!) I’m okay with post-series Heaven fics as well as canon fix-its/completely ignoring the finale, and I like exploring both human!Cas as endgame or Cas keeping/getting his full angelic grace back (which is a slight preference to me, as he repeatedly seemed to genuinely value/want to be an angel? But exploring all possibilities in fic is cool for me.)

I’m a sucker for Castiel Whump/hurt!Cas in general, so long as the author remembers Cas is a bad ass and not just a baby in a trenchcoat. If he’s going to suffer, I want him to suffer stoically until he just cannot keep up the facade any longer.

SPN-specific DNWs: mentions/implications of Wincest, past or present; extreme bashing/characterization of John and Mary Winchester, or Jimmy Nowak, as homophobic.

Group: Castiel/Dean Winchester Group: Castiel/Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester

Give me all the finale fix-it fics - no I’m still not over it, I’m still happy to read any new twist on how Cas got out of the Empty and got back together with Dean (and Sam). If Dean still dies early/ends up in Heaven, I’d like a story that explores what happens when one gets bored of peace-and-happiness-ever-after. (Yes, I’m a big fan of The Good Place and as such it makes me wonder if eternity with no conflict and everything you could ever want would just melt your brain and identity after a few millennia.) So what then?

I’m also stealing a Tumblr rant as a prompt I’d love to read, if you want to get into some good dirty smut:

ive had it up to here with fictional gays being like “i love you and if all i can ever have is that knowledge it’s enough for me” we need more “i have been struck down by horny insanity and i beg you to fuck me once. i’ve had three smirnoff ices and i’m gonna be crazy now. we can pretend it didn’t happen i don’t give a shit just gimme daddy’s blunt instrument” it’s more realistic [x]

Um so yeah. I’d love an au where, anywhere along the line when it’s been their/someone’s/the universe’s life on the life, Cas takes the initiative decides they’re gonna have crazy sex even if it’s just once before the end of the world/we die. But then, oops, we’ve survived, now we have to deal with it. ...Please?

For something different, maybe more romantic/fluffy, I’d really love a vacation/getaway story here, since they never really got anything like that of substance on the show. I want to see Cas take Dean somewhere beautiful and amazing in the world he’s never gotten to see before. Show him there’s more than just greasy diners and the landscape of America to enjoy and experience. If you want, they could stumble on a case/haunting/monster from another part of the world while they’re at it...but I just really want to see Dean having some mind-opening and expanding experiences beyond what’s he’s known and seen so far in life.

In specific with Cas/Dean + Sam, I love another tumblr idea I saw recently where Sam totally keeps bringing up the idea of “Sastiel” as a fun joke between him and Cas, and Cas plays along, and it drives Dean up the wall. Cas has to just keep re-assuring Dean that no, he doesn’t see Sam that way...but why does it bother Dean so much? A.k.a. Dean has to finally own up to the fact that it bothers him because he wants Cas to feel that way about him.

Castiel (Supernatural)

I just love Cas, period, end of story, he’s my One True Character of SPN. I love any stories that try to explore him more fully—be it his relationships in the past with other angels and being a BAMF commander/warrior of Heaven, or what specifically it is that keeps him so tied to the Winchesters. I love stories that feature his true-form in some fashion or try to dig into the alien/different nature of angels vs. humans.

Also, another Tumblr-musing-turned-prompt (I lost who posted it, sorry!) I'd love to see explored in a canon divergence fic focused on Cas. Specifically:

"I would have loved an arc for Cas (after he got his grace back) where he wanted to help people, like he was helped. Spending time in soup kitchens or healing people, and through that developing a sense of self purpose, leading to his grace replenishing unexpectedly. Sort of fulfilling the traditional angel role (as we know it nowadays) by replacing his faith in heaven/dean with faith in himself, to redefine himself as a protector of humanity instead of heaven's soldier."

Group: Castiel/Dean Winchester & Jimmy Novak Group: Castiel & Jimmy Novak

We know Cas carried a lot of guilt for what happened to Jimmy and his whole family. So I'm interested in a post-finale, canon-compliant (I guess?) fic where Cas tries to reconcile things with Jimmy in Heaven. Maybe Jimmy & Amelia were one of his first "projects" or test cases in trying to build a new and better Heaven with Jack? (And it's what he was so busy with while Dean was still alive.) Or, is it weird in Heaven with Cas and Jimmy looking so similar? Does Cas still fight doubts as to whether Dean really loves him, or just desires this body/form that isn’t his own?

Otherwise, I've been thinking about Endverse!Cas, who had lost his grace/powers as the angels have all left and abandoned humankind. What happened to/where is Jimmy in all of that? (If we go by the canon that Jimmy was not killed, nor went to Heaven, until the end of Season 5, when Lucifer blew up that vessel and Cas was resurrected by Chuck.) Are they now two "mortal men"/souls trapped sharing one body? Is that why Cas is so messed up/always seeking an escape through drugs and sex? (Besides of course Dean having changed so much.) This is one prompt where I don’t mind a very dark/not-so-happily-ever-after ending.

The Police

Angst, Character Development, Established Relationship, Getting Together, Humor, Interpersonal Drama, Smut

Group: Sting/Stewart Copeland

Yeah I’ll always request these two together even though I know it’s a long shot to find anyone else as obsessed about them as I am. Really anything at all whatsoever would make me happy for this ship: Reunion Tour-era fic, early punk days before they grew successful, soulmate AUs...

I’d also love a spooky story where they’re on tour/on the road somewhere and end up in a haunted hotel. Or their tour bus/van breaks down in the middle of nowhere and they have to seek shelter in an abandoned house or farm or something...and supernatural weirdness ends up affecting them or bringing them together.

If you want to go the crack route: it wasn’t enough for Miles to take them all around the world to tour in “exotic” locations back in the day. He’s arranged for them now to go on the ultimate tour...of outer space and alien worlds.

Crossover Fandom

Action/Adventure, Character Development, Interpersonal Drama, Angst, Canon-Style Plot - Freeform, Hurt/Comfort, Mystery/Procedural

Group: Abe Morgan (Forever TV) & John Munch (L&O: SVU)

I’ve had a long running headcanon that these two could have been friends back in their respective 60s/early 70s hippie days. I’d love either a story set back then, “pre-canon”, or them running into each other in NYC later in life. Munch ending up in Abe’s antique shop, for instance, while on an investigation?

Group: Dean Winchester (Supernatural) & Ezekiel Stone (Brimstone) Group: Castiel (Supernatural) & Ezekiel Stone (Brimstone)

I’m fascinated by the idea of crossing over these two canons. Even if there’s some conflict in their approach to Hell/Lucifer/demons, there’s still a lot in common. Dean & Ezekiel having both put in their time in Hell and being demon hunters, for instance, and their complicated relationships with (fallen) angels. I’d love to see them bonding over their experiences (Maybe they even meet in Hell? Time DOES work differently there…) Maybe somehow after Ezekiel completed his mission for the Devil, he did get his second chance at “life on Earth”…but the devil’s trick is that it’s not HIS Earth, it’s in a different dimension (Supernatural’s). I’m also curious how Ezekiel might respond to Castiel as an angel–perhaps he mistakes Cas for a demon at first, with his powers, but then they realize they are in fact hunting the same demon? Cas is stuck in an alternative dimension and recognizes Ezekiel as a similar soul to Dean’s, and seeks out his help?

Basically I’d love some kind of casefic/demon hunt here, with the characters bonding over their shared/similar past traumas, taking care of each other when/if injured on a hunt, and/or perhaps helping them sort out their complicated feelings for another (ie, background Cas/Dean and/or Zeke/the Devil are TOTALLY welcome here, as I ship both of those ships.)

Law & Order: SVU

Group: John Munch/Odafin "Fin" Tutuola

Character Development, Established Relationship, Humor, Getting Together, Interpersonal Drama, Canon-Style Plot - Freeform, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mystery/Procedural, Slice of Life, AU-Genre shift

Munch/Fin is one of my eternal OTPs so I’m always happy to see something new featuring them! I’m always good for procedural/case-fics. And this is one request where I’d love to read some AU-Genre or setting shift, reimagining the two in some other situations besides police work. I’ve always loved the idea of John hosting a conspiracy/weird news radio show or podcast, and Fin as someone completely skeptical but who gets wrapped up in one of John’s mysteries. Or John as the owner of a bar somewhere that Fin is one of his regulars, and over time their friendship develops/deepens into something more.

Supernatural RPF

Misha Collins/Jensen Ackles Established Relationship, Getting Together, Smut, Fluff, Slice of Life, Humor

It’s odd for me to be into an actor RPF fandom (I usually only fall for music/band-related ones), but what can I say...these two just make it almost impossible not to see the possibilities!

I was thinking I’d love something set post-Supernatural...their first time seeing each other again after a long time apart? (What with the show ending, covid, Misha’s surgery, etc etc.) Could be at a convention or maybe they get to go off on a getaway together somewhere private/romantic and it’s...kind of tense and maybe nervous/angsty at first? Like with doubts about whether they can/should go back to the way things were before.

Or: putting tin-hatty speculation about the “secret/real identity” of Alma Perpetua aside, I love their poetry and I’d love any “Cockles” fic using one of their poems as inspiration.

#fandom5k #dear author #exchange letter

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ABC’s of Arthur Fleck (fem!reader)

A/N: I’m not sure if this has been done before many times, so sorry if it’s repetitive. I saw this prompt list online and thought ‘why not?’ ALSO. I don’t know who to credit for the list. So, if you know…tell me and I’ll give credit where it’s due! :)

A = affection (how affectionate are they in day to day life? Do they show affection publicly or keep that more in private?)

It’s no secret that Arthur is touch starved. He is always finding some way to show you his deep and meaningful affection for you. He’s not used to public display’s, and he likes to keep you all to himself, so he’ll typically opt for private moments over public ones. He absolutely adores playing with your fingers, placing soft kisses on your neck, or drawing patterns across your skin. He has to feel you to know that you’re really there.

B = best memory (what is the best memory they have with you)

Arthur finds something new every day that he swears will be his favorite memory. He cherishes every single moment with you, even the little arguments, because it all reminds him how much you love him. If he was forced to choose, he would say that his favorite memory is the first time he opened up about his mental illnesses to you. You, of course, were incredibly supportive and patient. He had never felt so loved before in his life.

C = cat or dog person (this is pretty obvious)

Arthur loves all animals, but he has always wanted a little kitten. They are playful, but not too hyper. They also don’t require as much care, and Arthur already has a lot on his plate. Although you’ve never talked about it, he secretly hopes you both will get a pet one day.

D = dreams (what do they want to do in life?)

Besides spreading joy and laughter, his biggest dream has already come true. If Arthur could, he’d spend the rest of his life making sure that you’re happy. He wasn’t sure if he’d be a good father or not, but if a baby was something you wanted or desired, he would put every last inch of effort into making that a reality when the time is right. He barely believes that you love him unconditionally, let alone another little human. He would be grateful either way.

E = evenings (how do they spend their evening? Do they go out? Do they read?)

Arthur’s perfect evening would go like this: cuddle with you, cook you some dinner, practice his standup routine to see your pretty little smile, cuddle with you, watch the Murray Franklin show, and then cuddle with you. He couldn’t get enough of your arms around him, and if he had to save up a little extra money to buy a few more soft sweaters (just so you would lay your head on his chest), so be it. Let it be known that he’s also not opposed to spending the evening in the bedroom. He can always watch Murray another time.

F = first date (what was it like?)

It was a little awkward for the both of you. Arthur was still so new to dating, and he didn’t want to do anything wrong. Plus, neither of you are rolling in money, and so you just stayed in at Arthur’s apartment. He cooked a nice meal for the both of you, put on a Charlie Chaplin film, and introduced you to his mother, Penny. It was unconventional, all over the place, and different from what you were expecting. However, you wouldn’t trade it for the world. The night was very Arthur, and it only made you fall harder.

G = giggle (what is their laugh like? What makes them laugh?)

He has different types of laughs. Some fill you with absolute adoration and joy. Others fill you with sadness and pain. His attacks come when he’s feeling anxious, dissociative, or under-appreciated. His beautiful, real laugh comes out while watching Murray, joking around with one another, and when he plays practical jokes on you. You taught him a few pranks because you knew they would make him happy, and boy did they. Switching sugar for salt is funny, but only the first time.

H = hugs (do they like hugs?)

He LOVES hugs. He likes ‘goodbye, I’ll see you after work’ hugs. He adores ‘we just had a fight, and I’m really sorry’ hugs. He fonds over ‘I missed you so much’ hugs. He feels lucky to get ‘it’s okay, I’m here for you’ hugs. But his favorite hugs are ‘there’s no reason, I just wanted to be near you’ hugs. Yeah. He loves hugs.

I = instrument (do they play an instrument?) Arthur doesn’t play an instrument. When he was a child, he never had the time or money to learn. As an adult, he thinks it’s too late to try and get into the hobby. He figures he probably wouldn’t be very good at it. You assure him though, if he wants to try, you’ll find a way to make it happen. He feels music deep within him, and you know he’d be a wonderful musician.

J = joy (what brings them joy in life?)

You do. Nothing brings more happiness to Arthur’s life than you. Your smile, your laugh, the way you look at him. It’s all so overwhelming sometimes. Not many other things bring him to pure joy; Gotham hasn’t been kind to him. However, the city almost seems like Heaven when you’re around.

K = kisses (what kind of kisser are they? Shy? Passionate?)

It depends. When Arthur is feeling confident, he can take charge and definitely get caught up in the moment. His first priority is pleasing you. Early on in the relationship, he was incredibly shy. He felt like he would break you, or scare you away if he touched you too much. He’s come a long way, but he still has days where all he can give are small, timid kisses. Either way, you love them.

L = love (how do they act when they have a crush)

Arthur doesn’t mean to, but he’s pretty obsessive. As soon as he set his sights on you, he knew he had to be near you. It took him awhile to get the courage to actually talk to you, but he admired you from afar quite a bit.

M = memory (what’s their favourite memory?)

Again, Arthur loves every memory with you in it. His childhood memories weren’t exactly pleasant, and life before you was…difficult. He can’t wait to spend the rest of his life creating new memories with you.

N = no (what is their pet peeve?)

His biggest pet peeve is unkind behavior. Sure, he hates when people are so mean to him. Especially when he’s only been kind to the people of Gotham. But no. Unkind behavior to himself was one thing, but unkind behavior to you? It made him livid. If someone was rude, said a snarky comment, or harassed you in any way, he would furiously write his feelings down in his journal. So much so that his therapist asked when his joke diary turned into a Y/N diary. He just blushed at that.

O = occupation (what’s their dream job?)

It’s always been Arthur’s dream to be a comedian. Well, except for that one brief moment when he was a child when he wanted to be a pirate. But he doesn’t talk about that. He knows just how cruel this world can be, and he wants to spread love and joy as much as he can. What better way than making people laugh?

P = parent (what kind of parent would they be?)

Arthur would be a…nervous parent. During the pregnancy, he would be constantly afraid that you or the baby would get hurt. Not to mention, he’s read stories about women dying during labor.

It terrifies him to think of that.

After you and the baby were safely home, he would always make sure you both were happy and healthy. He often wrote his worries down about parenting in his notebook. A few of them being: “What if my kid thinks im as weerd as other people do?” “My baby mite have some of the same mental illnesses as me. Maybe insomneea.” Arthur also knows how bad he is at spelling. What if his child needed help with their homework? Would he be smart enough to do so? Would his kid be embarrassed by him? These thoughts often plagued Arthur’s mind. He kept it to himself for now though; he didn’t want to worry you.

Q = questions (do they believe in the super natural? Aliens? Anything along those lines)

Arthur doesn’t even know what’s real in the natural world around him. Or at the very least, he questions it quite a bit. He spends too much of his time trying to convince himself that you’re real; he hasn’t had time to think much about ghost or aliens.

R = romantic (are they romantic during the relationship?)

Of course he is romantic. He gets discouraged by his gestures, and he wishes he could do more for you. He hopes every day that you’re not disappointed in him (you aren’t). He loves cooking you good meals, buying you flowers when he can, or taking an extra shift at HaHa’s in order to buy you a gift. He’s seriously considered selling his Charlie Chaplin movie collection to take you out to a fancy dinner. The only reason he hasn’t is because he knows you’d be upset if he did.

S = smile (what makes them smile without fail)

Is this even a question? YOU! When you’re smiling, Arthur’s smiling. The Murray show often makes him smile too, but he still loves you more. (You hope!)

T = together (how clingy are they? How long do you two spend together per day on average)

He’s pretty clingy. Being apart from you for too long makes him anxious. You’re the one who grounds him and makes him think positively. Without you, all he’s got is himself and his thoughts. Both of which, can lead him down a spiraling path. He prefers to be with you at any hour he can; if he could spend all 24 hours with you, he would.

U = unbearable (what habit do they have that’s unbearable? What habit do you have that they find unbearable?)

You love Arthur, but you hate how insecure he is. You’re patient because it makes sense, and you understand him. However, you wish more than anything that Arthur could see just how beautiful and amazing he is. You hate when he talks down about himself; after all, that’s the man you’re in love with. As for you, he likes everything about you. The only thing that irritates worry’s him at times is your need to make sure he’s okay. You’ve nearly fought people who are blatantly rude to him, and it upsets him to know that you could be hurt in the process.

“I’m not worth it,” he’ll tell you.

There’s that self-doubt again.

V = videos (do they take lots of videos or photos during your relationship?)

You don’t really take any videos; neither of you have the money to spend on a video camera. You do have a polaroid camera that you’ve kept with you, and you love taking pictures of Arthur. Pictures of his face are scattered around your apartment. Sometimes you’ll take pictures of yourself too and tape them where he can find them. It helps remind him that you’re real, and you love him.

W = wedding (what will the wedding be like?)

The wedding is small. Neither of you even expected to get married when you did. Arthur decided it was time to marry you, and so he asked. He saved up money for months to buy you a ring. The ring still wasn’t all that big, but you didn’t care one bit. It was beautiful to you. His speech was short and sweet, complete with nervous stutters and blushes.

“I-I’m sorry I couldn’t buy you something better,” Arthur blushed, looking a little ashamed at the small ring he held in his hand. “But-but I wanted to marry you now. Or, I wanted to ask you. Shit! I didn’t- I didn’t ask you. Do- do you want to marry me?”

It was perfect. You both were so excited to marry one another that you couldn’t care less about the actual wedding process. That night, and way into the morning, you both surely had fun celebrating your love.

X = eXtra (what’s an interesting fact about them that they don’t tell anyone about?)

The 1920′s silent film Treasure Island made him want to be a pirate when he was younger. He thought he would go on adventures, find treasure, and sail the open seas. As a kid, that looked like ultimate freedom.

Y = yuck (what do they hate? Could be a food, scent, word, anything)

Arthur hates bully’s. He also hates when you shrug after he asks you something important about yourself. For example, all the times he asks what’s wrong, or why you feel insecure, or if you think you’re beautiful, and you shrug? Yeah, he hates that. He knows you might just need some time, but he doesn’t like to see you upset.

Z = zzzz (how heavy of a sleeper are they? How do they sleep? What mood do they wake up in? Really any sleeping headcanons)

Arthur is a heavy sleeper when he can actually fall asleep. Because of his insomnia, he has a hard time getting to sleep and staying asleep. You often find yourself awake with him, keeping him company or stroking his hair until he’s tired again. When he does get a few hours in, you try to be as quiet as humanly possible so you don’t wake him up. Arthur loves falling asleep with you tucked into his side, or he into yours. He has to admit, he’s never slept more peacefully than with you by his side.

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