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nightswatchdisbandmentera · 6 months

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The similarities between Julius Caesar’s assassination and the Ides of Marsh are well documented in fandom. It’s also generally agreed that the fall of the Night’s Watch will mirror the fall of the Roman Republic, which was quite ironically brought on by Caesar’s death. But I never see it acknowledged that Julius Caesar, some time after the establishment of Octavian’s Augustus’ rule, became deified (meaning that he was worshipped as a god or to put it bluntly, Julius Caesar ascended to godhood).

What does this have to do with Jon Snow? Well, apotheosis (1, 2) is one of the most important stages that comes towards the end of a hero’s journey. Here, the hero reaches some higher level of understanding or personhood, and this allows them to complete the hardest trials still to come in their journey. We see mental changes, but these could also be accompanied by physical changes. A good example of this in high fantasy is Gandalf’s death and return as Gandalf the White. In other myths and stories, we can point to the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ. In ASOIAF, we have mini versions of this with Bran Stark and Jojen Reed, two children who experience life or death situations but came back with heightened magical power (Bran especially).

Jon Snow is currently at his “journey to the underworld”/“belly of the whale” moment, where he is to (presumably) face his greatest trials. Apotheosis usually comes after this stage (and is often preceded by other stages such as the “meeting of the goddess” and “atonement with the father”, both of which could very well appear in Jon’s journey as he learns of his true identity and purpose).

But what would apotheosis mean for Jon? That’s the key question. He is sure to experience profound mental changes and trauma, but these are sure to be accompanied by great magical changes that manifest physically. In the same way that Bran came out of his coma and started his journey as the last greenseer (well, once Bloodraven kicks the bucket), Jon is sure to come out of his death experience a far more powerful being. The thing is that Jon needs to change into the hero Westeros needs and the magical act of dying and coming back to life should play a role in that.

However, it won’t all be fine and dandy for him. GRRM has criticized Gandalf’s return where he seemingly came back to life better than ever with no great effects. In the same way that Jon is literally experiencing a descent into the underworld (a step that is sometimes figurative for many modern heroes), we can also ascertain that he will experience a very literal ascension into godhood (or the closest thing we have to that in ASOIAF). But magic always comes with a price. And whatever sort of “god” Jon turns into post-resurrection, he won’t be a very pretty one.

#asoiaf #valyrianscrolls #jon snow #I didn’t have space for this in the post but I think we’re bound to see an anti parallel at work with jon and euron greyjoy #euron very much wants to become a god - heck he has a whole spiel about being worshipped like one #but euron will likely be a false god #the way stannis will likely be a false savior #but SOMEONE has to be the real deal right…?#and if you’re like me and you believe jon will attain his hero’s boon - aka lightbringer #then it’s probably gonna be #belly of the whale (death) > meeting the goddess/atonement with the father (learning rlj) >#return to the living > apotheosis > ultimate boon (finally forging lightbringer and proving himself to be azor ahai) > ?? > kinghood/profit #yeah idk #julius caesar #historical parallels #the heros journey #lit analysis

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casiavium · 26 days

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Zelda and Link redesigns for the sword spirit au :) just messy doodles that didn't quite turn out how I imagine them, someday I'll actually sit down and work out how I want sword spirit!Link to look

#I know I want his hair kind of faceted like a gem to mimic his messy Link hair but that's hard and I dont like geometry #for zelda I gave her face paint like Impa's but a triforce design rather than a tear or sheikah eye #since she is kind of still the goddess. or at least impa wants her to be #she has a less ornate version of Impa's outfit and choppy hair (not much time to cut it properly)#I think I'll get more into it in unbroken spirit (didn't make sense in damage control) but after she 'dies' Impa tells her she can't return #to skyloft (makes her watch her own funeral etc) because it would bring miasma to the peaceful life up there or something #and instead of becoming a skyloft knight Impa makes her a Sheikah warrior

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swordmaid · 6 months

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so I was looking up the tenets for lolth’s paladins and I found this little list. not sure how canon exactly this is but I thought it was interesting -

kind of laughing that shri’iia does the exact opposite in act 1 which leads to her oath breaking. she girlflopped so badly lolth decides to drop her ass then prob hunt her ass down for being an embarrassment and a failure. like girly was not exerting her power at all - it’s her first time in the surface ever and she’s surrounded by people who could literally kill her any given moment (considering all the stories she heard abt how surface dwellers hates drow) not to mention that the tieflings you encounter when you see lae’zel were ready to attack you that just fueled her paranoia. > she was not sowing discord at all she was laying low and keeping her mouth shut …!! she has no allies here! and she doesn’t know where she is! and there’s an illithid tadpole in her head! it would be foolish of her to paint herself as an enemy when she’s already so out of her environment so she keeps her mouth shut … thoughts to herself … bides her time and sees who’s useful to her and who’s not … she can always get rid of the ones that she doesn’t need later but for now she’s seeing what she can work with first …… > have a plan… shri’iia had no plans…. at all. she was following lae’zel around because the crèche was her only lead … but then they mentioned a druid named halsin who’s a very good healer so she turned her objective to that … then a goblin mentions their priestess is a healer too so guess she’s looking for her as well… honestly who thought making the drow who’s never been to the surface and literally does not know where she is or what she's doing the leader of the group a good idea….. in my hc the leader is gale

#but I’m like 🤭🤭🤭 at the idea of shri’iia being considered an embarrassment by Lolth just bc apparently lolth paladins are pretty rare #like she doesn’t give her blessings easily and they mostly go to her clerics but to a paladin … and for someone who’s not noble birth too….#like she had potential ..!! she was mentored by a matriarch of a noble house ..!! but then she flopped soo badly 😭😭#and I hc mid/the end of act 1 she still hasn’t accepted that she’s an oathbreaker and she’s still delusional thinking that she can get #lolth’s favour again it’s like no 💗 girly. she hates your ass 💓 if you ever return to menzoberranzan she’ll turn you into a drider probably #and it’s only in act 2 where she accepts that she is an Oathbreaker. and she does Not need Lolth. and Lolth doesn’t deserve her (delusion)#but I love that idea for her bc she was So proud of herself … and she devoted herself to her goddess to the point that her sense of self is #essentially Gone.. but then she gets rejected. so now the thing she’s most proud of is taken away from her #by HER own actions no less .. like she can’t blame anyone bc it’s her own fault ..!! and that’s what stings more ..!!!!! she’s the one who #fumbled the bag … so it’s like where do u go when the very thing you dedicated your whole life to rejected you #and you’re so far away from home. and you CAN’T even go back home.. where do you go. no choice but to keep going….#then she eventually accepts the role as an oath breaker bc it's the only thing she has left. her oath no longer binds her ; every choice #she makes is hers and hers alone.. which is so ..!! girls when you're faced to reclaim your own agency or else you'll fall into the void #you're left with ...!!!!!!! also it is so perfect bc the oathbreaker dialogues are all abt freedom and agency of self.#being free from dogma and making your own decisions! and you also want others to be free too …#and the fact that the oath breaker knight helps you make that decision I hc she becomes similar to him as well #where if someone chooses they want to be free she will help them … but it has to be their own choice …#which ties in perfectly with the act 2 and 3 quests esp for the companions .. all abt making ur own decisions …#so the leadership role goes from gale then to her …#should be heading to bed bc I have an early start tomorrow but hrk head filled w thoughts of my oc...#but act 1 shri'iia is essentially her getting such a bad grade at being Lolth-Sworn Drow that lolth disowns her 😭#im so ill at the thought of her not being able to return to menzo tho ... i dont think the underdark is safe for her either like she should #b getting hunted like sport .... maybe thats why she released the vampire spawns down there lol #like <3 revenge. everyone loves revenge especially an ex oath of vengeance girly <3

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vulpinesaint · 4 months

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I have a character who is a Capitalist Womanizing Murderer (but shes a woman so its ok). What might faedren think of her based on that description?

FASCINATING question. k so here's the thing faedren has very little investment in the economy because he grew up on. like. a commune. and only left right before the start of the campaign. and another character has been keeping and handling the funds so faedren has been living life like a pretty princess who never pays for anything himself. so i don't think he has opinions on capitalism skjfhgds. as for the womanizing! deep respect. he is a very devoted follower of the goddess of lust, trickery, and revenge, and above all game recognize game

as for the murder! he's not super concerned about that. as far as he's concerned everybody murders someone sometimes. violent revenge killings are part of his religious vocation. what matters MOST is whether she would be niceys to him (he is like a dog who has been kicked too often but keeps coming back with hope in his eyes that the next person will love him anyways) (he is intolerable and not so much a flirt as a fuckboy. which Is different and also worse)

my thing with faedren is that he is chaotic neutral and has very little investment in like. moral codes or anything. unless it comes to the edicts of his goddess. so! what he thinks of someone is pretty much entirely based off of social interaction! he'll pretty much always approach people with an open attitude and if you're nice to him he will be delighted. and if you're not nice to him he won't like you. and if you're not nice to OTHER people (not his party members but just like people in general) he would likely go to that other person and encourage them to do terrible violent things to you in retribution. he wouldn't have anything against you like. personally. he's just doing missionary work <3

#if you are not nice to his party members or his goddess he's committing himself to your death as soon as he considers it physically possible #he does NOT forgive and he does NOT forget.#and the way that he interprets 'revenge' is 'if you do ANYTHING to me i am returning it TENFOLD no matter your intentions'.#unless you're his party member biting the shit out of him and vampirizing him. in which case. he has difficult things to deal with.#silliest answer of all time to go 'he likes people when they're nice to him 👍' but it's true </3 #if you were a known orphanage-burner but you smiled at him and put an arm around his shoulders he's your best friend now #he's. traumatized.#ask #faedren

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sqlmn · 1 year

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the problem with trying to design a helmet for the demon lord is he already has horns and I have no idea how to design fantasy armor. u_u so here's a basic attempt that is hopefully not final.

#guess i’ll marry the demon lord?#solei is the one that recruits the hero and later recruits reynold #and after the hero returns to earth and reynold sticks around she likes to pop up and check in on sascha and reynold #to which reynold gets very defensive about because HEY WE HAVENT DONE ANYTHING BAD SINCE MARRIAGE #and sascha is thinking why is he including himself in this #and solei has to point out that she has heard rumors of reynold being corrupted so she has to ya know #partake in her duties as a goddess of the realm and check #and reynold is just are you kidding me this guy is the best impulse control ive ever had #and then hes like which is REALLY WEIRD to say about a demon lord #and then solei corrects him as THE demon lord - theres only one #and reynold then silences as he has to process that THE singular demon lord somehow agreed to marriage #and thats a lot to take in for him and also ruins all plans of him asking to take out the other demon lords for entertainment #sascha is just like hmm i feel like this conversation will haunt me later but for now i dont know what to say so ...

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vulturereyy · 7 months

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You ever have a d&d session your character comes out of irrevocably changed Jesus fucking christ what a series of events

Sorbet may be coming back next session as a full oathbroken or vengeance paladin

And she will almost certainly no longer be the champion of selune, self stripping herself of the title until her hands are raw so help her gods

#7.5 hour session too my god #i cried for a solid hour of it #sorbet hail maried herself and a god off a mountain in attempt to murder suicide and buy everyone more time nbd #and her goddess remained silent.#(there are plot reasons for this but sorbet has given so much to selune and recieved only broken promises in return)#(it has been A Lot for her)#the good news is her home and mama and papa and sister are safe now :)#the bad news is she Fucked Up #bigmode

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randomnameless · 10 months

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You don't have to answer this if you don't want to but if you could give Rodrigue a support with a non-Blue Lion who would it be and why?

Why wouldn't I want to answer anon ?

i'm just late of a lot of asks that's all but it's not like i don't want to answer lol

I think saying Rhea or Seteth would be considered cheating -

But if your question is "Rodrigue in Nopes", given how the rest of the cast is, uhh, well, you know, I'd pick Ferdie.

Of course the game would have to be convoluted to make Ferdie recall his SS persona, but it would be nice for Ferdie to see someone who really acted as a right hand to his leader - something Ferdie wanted to be back then at the Academy - and maybe even talk about his role in the future and what he wants to be.

And for the Deers, maybe Lorenz - who might remember his Noblesse Oblige characterisation - and they could discuss about how they think Nobles have the same duty (to protect) and yet how different their approach to said duty differs.

But I have way more thoughts and ideas about Rodrigue and Seteth having convos (about losing a child, accepting the choice of said child to go to war or take up weapons) or even with Rhea herself (maybe they could finally say what was the "help" the CoS offered just after Lambert's death, or they could talk about guilt for surviving a loved one and how to move on, with Rhea trying to help which would make Rodrigue notice there's something "wrong" with her?)

#anon #replies #sorry if i forgot one of your asks anon i swear it wasn't on purpose #FE16 #3 nopes #Rodrigue being perceptive and bringing the best out of people who initially wanted to protect their randoms #but Ferdie and Lorenz were Nopes'd #maybe Rodrigue after talking to Rhea about loss and duty would also notice she has no concept of living for herself but believes in a #greater duty related to the goddess like it's her job as the archbishop? or it's something else #it's not like the goddess could ever return and walk the land right?#and no no beard jokes

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dcwnthercbbithcle · 10 months

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Thinking about the fact that whether or not Glaistigs are considered to be goddesses depends heavily on the Glaistig in question and the culture of the area.

Why do I bring this up? Well, I'm making it canon for Fíadh. Is she actually a goddess of the hunt or anything? No... no, not really. But you cannot convince me that she has not conned at least some of the villages that have beneficial arrangements with her into believing she is a goddess. MUCH TO LESHY'S DISPLEASURE.

And not for any reason either. No, Fíadh is not using it to collect excess sacrifices or con them from gold or jewelry. In fact, aside from the blood sacrifices she collects in return for her work protecting and leading game to their fields, she gets no overly gratuitous benefit. She just finds it humorous, and even more so when Leshy is displeased by her being addressed as a god.

#you could argue she technically is a goddess given Leshy has claimed her as his blood daughter despite not fathering her #however he is firmly of the opinion that nature is not something that can be ruled or presided over #he says they are all volunteers returning the land's generosity with their eternal servitude and admiration #a symbiosis!

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yuelun · 1 year

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This young man displayed the true prowess of alchemy to all, bringing with him a massive corpus of wisdom that even the Sumeru Akademiya did not possess. "The universe is heaven reversed, and the earth is a dream lost to time. This is dust, the most basic form of complex life." As if to provide evidence for this claim, Albedo lifted the burnt ash of the flower that once grew atop a Dendro Slime's head. Seconds later, a Cecilia sprouted forth from the ash in his hand. "And this… is new birth." (Albedo: Character Story)

When I've been wrecking my brain over whether or not Genshin draws the correlation between dust and ashes, and I happen to look into Albedo because of his tie (we can... call it that) to alchemy, and even the art of Khemia specifically which is the much more ancient form of it, and there it is. Now excuse me as I go ramble in my tags a little incoherently...

#[ mini study. ] she always sought to make everyone happy and one must say: she had quite the gift for it.#[ i've been mentally keeling over when it comes to creating a verse in which she's alive in present day. ]#[ because i don't like the idea of her surviving because i think the tragedy of her passing and then the destruction of the... ]#[ guili assembly is absolutely paramount to the creation and rebuilding of liyue harbor. ]#[ and also incredibly important to numerous characters; aka morax and all the adepti that she socialised with. ]#[ liyue's heart became intricately linked in its tragedy and loss. and it's from that-- that they built the most flourishing region. ]#[ or at least in my opinion. and it's why it's the region that speaks loudest to me. nothing hits quite as hard. ]#[ and nothing is quite as... touching. ]#[ nor do i find anything as incredible as all the adepti (gods included). but even the more 'minor' ones are so intertwined with... ]#[ liyue. and i just cannot deal. any way-- that isn't what this rambling was about. it was about bringing her into this... ]#[ embodiment of hope. of /life/. liyue. liyue harbour. ]#[ i just. i don't just want her in it for dynamics-- i mean yes i do. ten thousand times over i do. but also for /her/. ]#[ god i hear madame ping's words-- ]#[ of 'perhaps she will look at the liyue of today and steal a smile when she sees the prosperous land that it has become'... ]#[ because i need her to see-- no. not /see/ it. but experience it. feel it. /hear/ it. this little goddess who's always fallen in love... ]#[ with life itself through experiencing it in every way you can-- i need her to see liyue harbour. i need her to see... ]#[ what morax/rex lapis has created along with the adepti. what they've protected and continue to protect. but also /believe/ in. ]#[ i need her to see /that/. that on a level-- even if it wasn't done /for her/. i need her to see that something dear to her; her wishes. ]#[ those commandments. they're there. in the hearts of all of them. ]#[ i just.]#[ i also need to think about how she'd reform-- how she'd regain the corporeal form. is it something she's slowly gathering the power for-#[ throughout so long and she's able to again? would dottore/the gnosis/zhongli realistically be involved by for example... ]#[ using the gnosis as a battery-- something to collect/gather up elemental energy to allow her to reform faster? ]#[ as a... 'side' contract of sorts while it's given over? ]#[ would it not be needed? i just. lIFE COMES FROM DUST. I'M FINE. ]#[ god. this also ties into so many other hcs of her love /for/ humanity and /how/ she interacts within the concept of life as a whole. ]#[ it's fine. ]#[ ooc. ] wherever her spirit may be among the countless grains of sand and specks of dust between the harbor and the mountains…

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stevengrantandmarcspector · 2 years

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ahhh our favorite goddess has made a reappearance and is once again trying to advise humans (in this case: layla) to no avail!!!

#episode six #gods and monsters #hug shaped goddess #she has returned!#taweret #layla el faouly #moon knight #moon knight spoilers

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noxtivagus · 1 year

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yk i still haven't done ffxiv 6.3 n the curiosity n anticipation is still driving me. crazy. a bit. yes.

#🌙.rambles #dedicated to moonlight.. words cannot express just how much i look forward to finally listening to it #N THEN THE RAIDS. MENPHINA'S MY DEITY MY GODDESS MY BELOVED.#halone bb too hlfkdajlfksd women....... n then. SORRY I LOVE THE OTHERS TOO BUT LET ME BE BIASED FOR A MO #n then zero. my wife. she's. she's. AAAAAA SHE'S SO !!!!?/1/! >< sorry zero is like. My Type. she's so. she's so Yeah #bbg that hat n the purple color scheme n then the n then the n then the UHHH YK YK EVERYTHING #hflkasjfkd.. i miss ffxiv honestly. i haven't been able too play properly in so long #goddamn my mind rlly ain't it rn i'm sorry for a lot of things n then i'm still.. stressed bcs #arghh my memory returns at the worst time i have to write so much. i want to i need to i #time's going by so fast 😭 now that i've actually started writing here it's a bit dangerous bcs #i have smth due in 2 hours n i'm nearly done but. yeah. n i have a few more due tomorrow too n then #today was.. a lot. i'm sorry. i wish i cld say more rn but. fuck #n then the future too bcs prom's like the day before our family vacation somewhere n yh T_T #excited i miss my aunt from the usa a lot she was my inspo as a kid n now i. still do rlly look up to her. that diligence n dedication is #ahh no i'll cry wait #my aunts from my dad's side rlly influenced me a lot. n then. i'm prolly yeah rlly similar to ^^#hfdaskfjsdfhasld i'd say she was the person who like. idk along w my other aunt (my dad has just 2 sisters n that's it for his siblings) n #my love for astronomy. my love for science n earth n the universe as a whole #oh dear i still remember i still remember.. looking at those books. such a curious young child. my imagination n curiosity was rlly so. yh #thinking of those times reminds me of kh too n i'm really trying not to cry rn bcs i still remember sitting on the floor n #i can't rmb which ps model it was anymore n i'm too emotional to search it up rn #but i rmb the start so well.. n. i don't remember it very well in fact i barely remember it at best but #i must've heard dearly beloved right? kh1. n it. brings back a lot of memories #was never rlly exposed to kh2 sadly. but kh1 was.. yeah. i barely remember i was so young but. yeah. yeah.#kh3 i finished n it's still very special to me despite its faults yk? like ffxv too. i rlly.. rlly want to play the other kh one day #especially 1. it's just. too special to me. n then aha i rmb.. i rmb earlier first time listening to it properly bcs on spotify n all n #i was gna cry fr :^) it brings back so many memories. not just of kh1 n my childhood but.. other memories too n my youth in general #how i want to hold on so badly. sorry ik i keep on saying 1/2 but yh 1.5/2.5 #AGHHH MY BRAIN IS NOT FUNCTIONING RN sorry if i like make any mistakes i'm not. thinking a lot rn but you get what i mean #'AT DUSK I WILL THINK OF YOU' IM NOT OKAY IM GNA CRY FUCK BYE

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cerothenull · 1 year

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Starting a new D&D campaign today. First one in a while.

Been wanting to run this campaign for years

#campaign basically came to mind when I got dissappointed how the Pirates of the Caribbean movies jsut completely ignore the fact that magic #has returned to the world with the release of a sea goddess #like that should totally change the world #hopefully this campaign does better than the last one

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pseudowho · 6 months

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Nanami Kento treats his pregnant wife like the goddess she is.

Warnings: 18+, relentlessly fluffy sex

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You were thoroughly fed-up. About as pregnant as you could possibly be, you spent your days in permanent tiredness; belly too heavy and round, and hips too sore to be comfortable in any position overnight, you knew your wonderful husband Kento would take the aches and pains from you if he could.

Lying in bed on your side, pillows wedged under your bump, between your legs, and behind your back, Kento reached a reassuring hand out to stroke your waist as you grumbled to yourself; a full hour in bed now and no chance at sleep. Holding your legs together to support your aching hips, you heaved yourself up sideways, feeling your bones and muscles creak in protest. With a lump in your throat and tears burning in your eyes, you sat on the side of the bed to gather yourself.

You heard the bed creak behind you, and soft footsteps padded round the bedroom towards you. Warm, large hands cupped your cheeks and temples, stroking you gently. You leaned forwards, resting your nose and lips against his lower tummy, nuzzling and planting soft kisses there.

"I'm sorry. You can't get any sleep with me thrashing around. I can go to the spare room if you like," you reassured Kento. You felt his disapproval rumble through his abdomen.

"Don't ever apologise. I'm sorry you're so uncomfortable. For what it's worth, you're doing an amazing job. Not long left, I'm sure. We can get you through it. I'll run you a bath."

You hummed your approval, his hand lingering in yours as he walked towards the bathroom. You heard various containers being clicked, and the bath water beginning to run, before Kento headed back to you, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. He grasped your hands and helped you to stand, before helping you to remove your pyjama bottoms.

You felt pathetic, useless, ugly, watching your gorgeous husband help you undress. As if reading your mind, he kissed his way playfully up your legs, blew a raspberry on your bump, and pulled you to him.

"You are just as lovely, if not lovelier than you've ever been. Watching you grow our baby has been a total delight and I want you to know that I still find you completely irresistible." You scoffed at him, dubious, puffy-ankled and tearful. He grasped your chin gently and pulled you to look up at him.

"I mean it," he said, voice low and so sincere you felt your eyes prick with tears. Sniffling, you rubbed your nose. "Come on. Your bath should be about ready."

Kento led you to the bath, and held your hands as you stepped in and lowered your body, sighing as the almost too hot water sank into your aching hips. Letting out a satisfied hum, you lay back in the scented water, looking at your swollen breasts and belly rising like islands out of the water. Kento watched you fondly for a moment, before slipping away to the kitchen. You faintly heard the click of the kettle, and the clinking of mugs.

Eyes closed, and slowly inhaling the steam, you watched your belly roll and jump, as your baby tumbled inside it. Stroking your tummy, you didn't notice Kento returning with a cup of tea for you. He knelt by the side of the bath, chin on one arm, as he gently splashed water over your moving bump. When his heavy hand rested atop your bump, fingers tip-tapping, your baby stopped as if listening. Kento chuckled.

"Only moving for mama again? Hello, sweetie. We can't wait to meet you." A moment of still, before Kento received a pronounced thump against his fingers. Kento continued to softly brush water over your belly and breasts, watching you intently, utterly besotted, believing with absolute certainty that he would walk through fire for you and your unborn baby.

You felt Kento's eyes bore into you, and you shifted uncomfortably, still feeling like a shadow of yourself, body taken over by something wholly undesirable. However, judging by Kento's gradually darkening eyes as he scanned your body, wet and full, he certainly did not feel the same. You felt your heart squeeze as his fingertips grazed ever so lightly against your nipples, which instantly tightened and pebbled. Kento's mouth watered.

It hadn't been his intention to become so aroused by you. His sole priority had been your comfort, to make you feel good in your body, but he felt his pyjamas growing tighter and tighter as he watched your body in the water, a Romantic-era goddess who deserved to be awash in flowers and adoration. Biting his lip, Kento mentally shook himself off, not at all wanting to bother you with his desire, knowing you were uncomfortable and exhausted, until--

"Kento, I...feel like as much as I want you right now, I just...I--" you hesitated, stumbling on your words as he frowned lightly at you. You reached a hand over the lip of the bath to stroke his bare chest as you continued, "All I mean is, in my current state, there is nothing I could possibly do to make...to make me...an attractive experience for you." You finished weakly, your words falling flat as Kento's dark eyes continued to stare you down, now hungry and, apparently, stubbornly determined to prove you wrong.

Kento hummed to himself again, remaining, as always, a man of few words. "I wish you could see yourself through my eyes," he mused, "because all I see is the love of my life, beautifully wet, carrying my baby, in a body I can taste in my dreams, telling me she's undesirable, while it's all I can do not to lift you out of this bath and sink my tongue and cock into you until you're too busy calling my name to continue thinking something so ridiculous."

You bit your lip, thighs squeezing together as you felt a familiar heat pool between your legs. Kento leaned into you, kissing you deeply, slipping his tongue into you and you gasped as he moaned at your taste. Without breaking contact with you, he reached down to the end of the bath, grabbing the shower head and adjusting its setting. You felt a warm water jet rush against your thighs, as he slowly raised it to the throbbing ache between your legs.

Your head fell back, mouth open in a silent cry and hands gripping the sides of the bath. The hot pulse of water on your aching clit hit you instantly and intensely, and Kento leaned half into the bath, taking your nipple between his teeth and holding your hips still with another hand. You whined and whimpered, hands tangling into Kento's hair, completely wordless with pleasure as he moved the shower head in small circles around your clit, licking your sore nipple.

Your tummy tightened almost painfully, as you felt your orgasm rapidly approaching, a violent one, overstimulated by the fierce rush of water and Kento's mouth on your sensitive nipples. Kento talked you through your pleasure, voice low and soft as velvet.

"Are you going to cum? I won't deny you. You've earned it. I'll make you fall apart a hundred times if that's what it takes for you to understand what you do to me." You gasped, hands furiously clutching his hair, his shoulders, his chest, your hip gripped tightly by him as you bucked and writhed in the water.

Kento pressed the showerhead firmly against your clit. "Cum," he ordered, and you shouted your pleasure as your orgasm hit you like a train, completely blinded by bliss, face screwed up and whimpering.

Throwing the showerhead aside and turning off the taps, Kento reached fully into the water and lifted you as if you weighed nothing, nose to nose with you before draping you onto your bed. Before you could protest about wet sheets, Kento dropped straight to his knees, bodily dragged your bum to the edge of the bed and placed your knees over his shoulders. You had barely a moment to gather your thoughts before Kento plunged his tongue between your folds and licked a fat stripe from entrance to clit.

You bucked, gasping, hypersensitive and senses on high alert. You craned your neck desperately as you felt Kento begin to suck on your clit, but were completely unable to see him past your bump. Your toes curled against his shoulder blades, hands reaching out, desperate to ground yourself with the pleasure overwhelming you, your second orgasm rapidly approaching, and you sobbed your pleasure into the dark warmth of your bedroom. As your hand reached down, Kento's hand reached up and his fingers laced with yours. You could have cried at the sweet intimacy of his thumb stroking your palm, as you came, crying out and twisting, calling Kento's name into the dark.

Kento lapped at you like a starving man, one hand already freeing his cock from the tight confines of his pyjamas. He couldn't help giving himself long strokes, squeezing at the tip and feeling pre-cum leak over his hand as his thumb swiped across his slit. He shivered, involuntarily groaning into your pussy, and he felt your thighs twitch around his head at the vibrations. By this point, he knew you could barely see straight, panting and gripping his hand, your anchor in the mist.

The thought of you writhing with pleasure above him spurred him on further, and, reluctantly letting go of his desperate length, he pressed two fingers deep inside your pussy, wet and fluttering, instantly able to locate the spongy spot inside you which would send you over the edge again.

You were a mess at this point, tears of overstimulation streaking down into your ears, gripping Kento's hand like a lifeline. You hadn't allowed him to pleasure you like this for weeks, feeling like your body didn't belong to you anymore, and guilty towards your unborn baby for feeling this way. So long had passed that you hadn't realised how desperately you had craved Kento while denying him and yourself.

"Please Kento I can't-- can't--" you babbled, completely incapable of stringing a sentence together. His hand squeezed yours reassuringly again, and you felt his fingers curl up inside you as his tongue flicked practiced circles over you.

Feeling your pussy clench around him again, and you whimpering weakly, thighs shaking around his head, Kento felt his thighs now sticky with his own precum. Squeezing the base of his cock as he gently brought you down from your high, he nuzzled at your thighs, planting light kisses and soft words of adoration. Kento tried to pant quietly, still unwilling to chase his own needs with your body, as long as you were sated and in full knowledge that he adored you still.

Kento felt his hand being tugged by you, insistently.

"Get up here. I'm not done with you." As Kento's face appeared above your bump, nose and chin glistening with your essence, you blushed at the mischievous look in his eyes. He crawled up the bed, hovering over you, caging you in, all broad planes of muscle and protection.

"Do you want to...I mean, I'm just happy if you're happy..." Kento stopped as you placed a finger on his lips.

"Just...help me flip over." Kento growled lowly in approval, and flipped you over onto your knees with ease. He reached up the bed to place pillows around and underneath you, until your bump was supported and your bum arched beautifully towards him. He ran his tongue languidly along the exaggerated 'S' of your back, before placing a playful nip on your bottom. You squeaked and waggled your bum at him, and he placed a firm slap on one cheek as you giggled. Warmth spread through him, delighted by your happiness.

Kento lazily fingered your folds, so wet and inviting, and you sighed, pressing back into his hands. He dipped one finger inside you again, using your wetness to lubricate his cock as he continued to pump himself at the view of you, so open and inviting before him. He leaned around you, caging you in again, now from behind, and you felt so deliciously vulnerable.

His voice, slow and sultry, rumbled through your ear; "let me know if I'm hurting you."

With no further warning, you felt every inch of Kento sheath within you, your swollen pussy sensitive and clenching instantly, and it took all of Kento's restraint not to cum right there. Holding your hips tightly against his, his head rolled back in bliss and he sighed deeply, grunting as he pulled out and sharply thrust back into you again, relishing your squeaks and gasps.

Kento wanted to hold himself back, but, desperate to show you exactly how desirable he found you, his hips took on a life of their own, slamming repeatedly into you. He groaned and panted, eyes fixed on where his cock sunk into you, watching your wetness coat his thighs until the room was filled with wet slaps and guttural moans. You had given yourself over to him completely, and lay prone, back arched and arse in the air, relishing in the deep aching pleasure of being utterly railed by the man who treated you like a captured goddess.

Kento felt so guilty that having only been pleasured by his own hand for weeks, through no fault of your own, he chased his orgasm like a needy virgin. Wordlessly, he arched over you like an animal, forearms caging your head. As you sank your teeth into one forearm, kissing, licking and mewling, he felt cum shoot through his cock with little warning, gasping and shaking as he came, feeling his seed drip out around your folds, so much after so long, and he was lost in a haze of pleasure for what felt like minutes.

Catching himself before he collapsed down onto your back, Kento gripped you to him and flopped sideways, still inside you as he spooned you, teeth sinking into your shoulder with unashamed worship. His lower arm snaked under your neck to rub lazy circles on your breast, while his upper arm cradled your bump, holding you, never wanting to let you go.

"I love, revere and adore you," Kento intoned into your neck, "even more so now you're sacrificing so much to give me everything I ever dreamed of." You felt tears prick in your eyes, completely awash with his sincerity. "So please, don't ever think you're ugly to me. I will love your body and mind with every change. I celebrate it."

Planting gentle kisses to your temple, Kento moaned as he slipped out of you. Lifting you into bed, he grabbed a soft cloth from his drawer and placed it lovingly between your legs before arranging your pillows with the skill of an expert, and covering you with a dry blanket.

You began to feel sleep roll over you as Kento replaced the wet sheets. As you began to drift, feeling your baby tumble within you, you knew without a shadow of a doubt that Kento would love you, and your baby, through any and every storm along the way.

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I post this fic in celebration of being blissfully married to my own Nanami, in advance of the birth of my 3rd and final baby ✌️ Every woman deserves a Kento to worship her.

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Lovely — Dad!Simon "Ghost" Riley x Mom!Reader

"She looks just like you." You whisper softly, gaze full of love as you admire the baby between both of you. He doesn't respond for a long while, completely enamored by the little girl who is holding his finger with her entire tiny hand, looking in awe at the life you both created.

"She's so tiny." He whispers back, secretly afraid he'll startle the baby with his deep voice despite knowing she has fallen asleep to his voice and hums more than once. A small chuckle from you is all it takes for her face to turn towards you, her free hand grabbing a strand of your hair and trying to take it to her mouth before Simon gently intervenes, taking it back and giving her another finger to hold.

"Thank you." His gaze focuses on you as he cups your cheek, thumb tracing random patterns on your skin as the corners of his mouth tilt up in a small, tender smile.

"What for?" You ask as if you didn't know exactly what he was talking about, as if he hadn't thanked you hundreds of times for carrying his child ever since he found out you were pregnant.

"For creating her." His tone is as gentle and tender, and if it didn't show just how much he loves you, the look in his eyes totally did. He's looking at you like you're a goddess in the flesh— and you are. You give him a warm smile, leaning closer to plant a small kiss on his cheek, which he returns.

"I like our baby." He murmurs, his hand coming down to caress her cheek gently with one finger. He treats her like she's made of glass, and in his mind, she is. She's so tiny compared to his behemoth frame, and it took a while until he felt comfortable enough to hold her. He plants a soft kiss on her forehead, gaze drifting between his angels before he lets out a small sigh of content.

"She likes you too." You tease, playfully poking his side as the memories of how much of a daddy's girl your daughter is already despite being only three months old. It's lovely, really, to see the man everyone knows as "the big boy with the skull mask" become absolute putty under the tiny hands of his daughter.

He bends backwards for her, holding her late at night and talking to her, telling her all sort of stories about his life despite knowing she can't understand yet. His heart melts whenever his daughter simply looks up at him and babbles, hand reaching out to him and pulling on anything she can reach with surprising strength.

"Mum would have loved her." Your heart breaks at his hushed words, hand immediately reaching out to caress his cheek as he refuses to hold your gaze, simply looking down at your daughter with sadness hidden deep inside his loving stare.

"Look at me, big guy." It takes a few seconds for him to look up, and when he does, you can feel everything. The regret, the longing, the sadness, the pain. You bring him closer for a soft kiss, both of your lips turning up into a smile as your daughter interrupts you by babbling and holding onto Simon.

"You carry her love with you. In your eyes, your smile, your hair... her love didn't go with her when she passed." He looks down, biting the inside of his cheek softly before nodding his head, carefully holding onto your daughter before laying her down on his chest, one of his hands supporting her neck while the other one holds her body close to his.

"Never saw it that way." His voice sounds distant now, yet it's never devoid of affection and love for you. You know him well enough to know he's visiting a graveyard of memories. You lay down next to him, head resting on his shoulder, planting a kiss on his soft jawline.

"She was the best nan. Always spoiling Joseph and buying him anything she thought he'd like... at some point Tommy and Beth were running out of space because he had so many bloody toys." A small chuckle escapes his lips, smiling fondly at the memories of his family before they were taken from him. He felt comfortable enough with you to be able to speak about his family— you were always so patient, waiting years for this.

"They sound lovely." Another kiss to his jawline as you look at your daughter absent-mindedly run her fingers over his tattoo sleeve. It's ironic, to see such an innocent person tracing something meant to be representing of destruction and loss, yet that's what his life is, two sides of the coin that is Simon Riley's past and present. "I'm sure they're watching over you, proud that you have this life."

He gives you a soft grin, planting a kiss on your forehead as he looks out of the window, fingers absent-mindedly caressing your daughter's back while he looks up at the sky. I made it, mum.

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