the only marriage i approve of

The PERFECTION that is Wanda and Tim

God bless these treasures, truly. He PULLS OUT HER CHAIR. They affectionately tease each other constantly. They’ve been married 45 years, and he describes their meeting as “on location nookie gone (wild? Wrong? Forget the exact word)” which makes her laugh and cover his mouth. He then murmurs “I was persistent tho wasn’t I” and she nods and smiles. SO FUCKING CUTE OMG KILL ME NOW!

Note the girl in the front, her shirt is covered with hundreds of pics of Ben, and she sat next to Wanda, and she loooooved it. Kept touching it and looking at the pics and saying how weird it was that she was “wearing her little boy”. She does that British subtle criticism of Ben, like “mummy doesn’t approve of your decision darling” eye roll and sigh. She used it saying she hopes his marriage lasts “well they’d only known each other a few weeks!” Also some other thing he’d done, it will come to me later. They obviously dote on him, and the babies, and they FaceTime them (although only Tim knows how to use any tech). She’s glad he married “an actress” because people in the industry understand that they have to take time away, etc. Bens immersed in fatherhood now and loves it “he’s 40 and waited a long time for it”. She describes him as super hands on with the kids, doing diapers etc, basically just taking over when he gets home. Tim spoke a bit about Bens new production company, and that he’s bought a book and wants to produce and star in it for BBC tv. I’m not going to say more about the book because frankly I’m not sure Tim was supposed to be letting that cat out of the bag, lol. This pic is not the best but it’s my fave cuz she’s whispering to me about her new knee cuz she saw me hobble.

Preference "How they propose to you"

(YAY ALL OF THEM BABY BOYS AND GURLS BEING FLOFFY! YES! Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

Negan-He’d ask you to marry him the instant you’d risk your life for him and would do it with a huge ass smile. He’d be so impressed and feel so loved that it would slip from his lips. It would come out all wrong and weird but his smile and laughter would make you feel the same as him. As he’d recollect himself, he’d make it right to you by getting you a proper ring later on. “Woah…Fuck me…No! I mean marry me…Wait I mean…Will you marry me? Yes, are you going to marry me?! As in be mine forever…I’m serious, Y/N…”

Daryl-He’d ask you to marry him by surprising you at your house with the same flowers he had gotten you when you first sought comfort. He knew from the start that they had brought you both together and what better than to make it mean something even more by asking you to marry him with them. Although, in his heart he knew your answer to the question, he would still be nervous about it until you say “Yes”. “Y-Y/N…I-I was wondering…If…You’d like…To marry me…”

Rick-He’d ask you to marry him as you were both on the road alone and were having a meal together. For so many days, he would drag out your stay outside, just to have all his time with you as well as find the right moment to pop the question. As you’d eat together and laugh, he’d realize each moment was perfect with you and would grab your hand to make you look in his eyes, before smiling and popping the question. “Y/N…You know how much I want to spend my life with you…So…Will you marry me?”

Merle-He’d ask you to marry him as he’d look at you cleaning your shared cell. He’d come to realize how much you mean to him and how much he doesn’t ever want to be without you, making the idea of marriage just pop in his head. He’d get a rather soft and serious tone as he’d call you to make you look at him, only to get nervous but smile he pops the question, making you jump to hold him. “Y/N…Do you know how much I need you in my life? So much…That i’m asking you to marry me…”

Glenn-He’d ask you to marry him by getting the approval of your friends and family first before surprising you. Knowing how much they mean to you, he’d want to let them know that he’d take care of you and that from now they were his family as well. Afterwards, he’d pop the question, calmly as he takes a good look at you, while you were laying in bed together and reminiscing about how you met and what you’ve gone through. “Y/N…I know we’re going to spend the rest of our lives together…but still…I have to ask you…Will you marry me?”

Carl-He’d ask you to marry him by making you promise to stay with him forever as you’d sit outside the walls reading together. Despite your young age, knowing how much he felt for you, he’d want you to promise him to stay by his side as he would for you, and would grab your hand to suddenly let you know of his feelings. “Y/N…I know we’re both young…but I know I want to be with you forever…So let’s make a promise to marry each other…”

The Governor-He’d ask you to marry him by getting down on his knee as you’d sit by the garden he had been working on with you. He’d spend the beautiful day, talking and eating with you, slowly realizing that his plans are going just as he wanted. Suddenly, he’d pretend to get himself dirty on accident and run inside to get “change”, only to walk out with a ring and lowers himself as he’d get close enough to you. “I’m sorry about the little lie…But Y/N…Will you make me…the happiest man and marry me…”

Abraham-He’d ask you to marry him by casually dropping the question as you’d wake up from your nap. As you’d spend your day just cuddling together on the couch, the idea would come to his mind as you’d fall asleep in his arms and he realizes how much he needs you in his life. He’d wait for you to wake up and as you’d open your eyes, you’d feel him stroking your hair, making you look up to him and for him to calmly ask you the question. “Hey…Cutie…Y/N…I got something to ask you…Will you marry me…”

Eugene-He’d ask you to marry him by proposing to you with the ring he had been working on for so long while in the factory as you would barge in to see what he was up to. Preparing the surprise would end up consuming his time and it would make you worry that he was being unfaithful. As you’d surprise him, he would’ve finished it all and nervously bend his knee to pop the question. “Euh…Y-Y/N…I-I wanted to know…I-if you were interested into being my wife!”

Ron-He’d ask you to marry him by getting you a promise ring and surprising you with a visit to your house. He knew he wanted you to be his for the rest of his life and just had to be sure of a way to do so, as you were both rather young to get married so soon. With the help of his mom, they came up with the idea of a promise ring and decided to make it official with you. “I know we can’t get married yet…But Y/N…will you accept this as a promise to be with me…”

Jesus-He’d ask you to marry him by screaming out the question as he’d come to visit you during your guard shift at the walls of Alexandria. He’d just be so happy to have you in his life that the idea of proposing to you would come and certainly he had to let everyone know of his love for you. Without a hint of nervousness, he’d get your attention as he’d get closer to the gate and just smile as he asks you the question. “Y/N!!!! Hello! I just came by to ask you one thing today! And that is! Will you marry me?!”

Dwight-He’d ask you to marry him by waiting for you with some beer and pretzel in the first house you had gotten together. He’d realize how much you mean to him and would remember the first days you had moved in together and knew he had to make something special out of it. You’d end up finding several notes as clues as to where you should join him, only to find him sitting on the floor with the last note, asking you the question. “So…Y/N…What do you think? Please tell me it’s a yes…I worked hard…I even remembered the beer and pretzel!”

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anonymous asked:

Potentially controversial, feel free to ignore, where do you stand on the "ace discourse"? Like, are ace ppl inherently queer/lgbt+?

Yes.  If queer/lgbt+ means “having a gender identity other than cis and/or a sexuality other than heterosexual,” well, asexual is not heterosexual.  Or if it means “having a gender/sexuality not accepted by the mainstream,” yep.  (There are portions of the mainstream that approve of celibacy, but only celibacy until marriage or for certain religious vocations.  Being celibate because you actually aren’t attracted to anyone is a whole different thing.)

Also, a lot of asexual people aren’t cis and heteroromantic, and the people who are into this discourse seem way too eager to ignore all of them.

Anyway queer/lgbt+ is already a really big tent.  Do ace people have different needs than gay people?  Yeah, sometimes, but gay men have different needs from lesbians or bisexual or trans people.  If you want to have a community where you have all your experiences and problems in common with all the other members, you’re going to need to call it something a lot more specific.

Anyway I’m just sort of exhausted with people whose political stance is “I’m okay with gay people, but only if they’re regular gay.”  I feel like in retrospect it’s going to look like such a historically transitional position, like the 12-inch LaserDisc platter of sexuality acceptance.  I’m kind of done with that.

B99 Hiatus Writing Challenge

In the immortal words of Captain Raymond Jacob Holt, “EVERYTHING IS GARBAGE.” – The finale left our favorite squad in pain, we have to wait months for new content, and Dianetti still isn’t canon.

Even Terry knows what we need most in these trying times: fanfiction

Under the cut is a list of 30 prompts/summaries put together with a ton of help from @stardustsantiago, @peraltiagoisland@scullysthumbtacks, @three-drink-amy​, and @dogworldchampion. Feel free to run away with any (or many) of these plot bunnies!! Let’s make this hiatus as gr99 as possible. ★

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News: Same sex marriage has been approved…

Me: Wait? Did I just heard something about same sex marriage? 

Mom: *laughs*

Me: What’s wrong?

Mom: Same sex marriage has been approved… *mocking same sex couples*

Me: *starts clapping in front of her face* YEsSSSsSSSSsS 

Mom: *looks at me with confusion and disgust* why do u support those people?

Me: (mom, only if you knew that I am bisexual and have over a 1000 gay and lesbian otps)

Originally posted by sickxs

Hey boys!

Wanna know how to win your girl’s love after she was tortured under a mountain just for you even when she was mortal? Just follow these simple steps!!

1. Ignore all of her PTSD symptoms. This also includes her extreme weight loss and her nightly vomiting due to nightmares reliving how she saved you and your entire species.
2. Completely ignore the fact that she stopped painting due to said PTSD symptoms. IGNORE IT. Even when YOU KNOW that was her passion. Even when you know she can’t even look at the colour red anymore without triggering said PTSD symptoms. Yes red, one of the colours she uses in painting. Definitely ignore that.
3. Get her sisters kidnapped. Yes, the ones she worked so hard to keep alive and suffered so much for.
4. Not only that, make sure said sisters are shoved into a giant pot and transformed into a creature they despise. This will definitely win your girl’s approval
5. Actually insist your girl is being brainwashed by the guy she so willingly left you for so that she breaks her sacred bond with said guy. You know, the bond that runs deeper than marriage? Yeah f that amirite

That’s right boys! By following these 5 simple steps, your girl will be so madly in love with you she’ll continue wearing fluffy dresses and planning your parties!

((I hope everyone can sense my obvious sarcasm in this post. DO NOT take this seriously in the least.))

So dear Tamlin,

Originally posted by i-wildest-dreams

evermore (beauty and the beast au) | chapter one

A beggarly woman casts a spell on the notoriously arrogant prince Ben Solo in order to teach him a lesson. Furious at his scarred appearance, he gives into the murderous rage that had been brewing under the surface. Turning to the dark side, he destroys any memory of his past life.

After Belle’s father goes missing, she takes it upon herself to track him down. There, she stumbles upon an old, derelict manor and the tale as old as time begins to unravel.

Pairing: Kylo Ren x OFC (Belle) - Although, this one is pretty much setting up the backstory. But, there is sassy Hux!

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Some violence.

A/N: I haven’t written fic in a long time and I know this is terrible, so please be nice! I also haven’t beta’d this so if there are errors, I’ll fix it in the morning.


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anonymous asked:

Could I request the Sakamakis learning that their daughter has her first S/O?


Shu would be stunned to learn that his daughter has her first lover. He would brush off his daughter’s attempts to introduce her lover to him, and he may come off as a little cold but in reality, he just doesn’t want to believe that his little girl is all grown up now. It would take him years to open up to his daughter’s new s/o but until then, he’s going to refrain from supporting his daughter’s decision. It’s not like he wants her to be alone forever; he just wants to keep her at his side for a little longer.

“Don’t ask. I won’t agree to it anyway.”


Reiji would not accept the fact that his precious daughter is now with some other disgusting being. Initially, he would be furious about her decision to have a lover without his knowledge or approval. He’d probably argue and fight with her about it until his wife steps in and tells him to stop. After that, Reiji’s daughter’s relationship with Reiji will take on a strain until he properly holds a mature conversation with her to clear the air. He’ll have to give up on his original idea to arrange a marriage with someone suitable for his daughter.

“I only want the best for you. You shouldn’t lower your standards for anyone.”


Ayato would be extremely upset when he finds out, and he’ll throw a fit immediately. He’ll demand that his daughter break up with her lover or else she will face consequences and forever be bounded to the Sakamaki mansion. Of course, Ayato’s daughter would yell back and disobey her father’s commands, declaring that she will do whatever she wants. Angered by her words, Ayato would further unleash his frustration out on her, warning her that she will regret her words if she doesn’t give up on her lover.

“You better beg for Ore-sama’s forgiveness! Tch, you’re gonna need it!”


Kanato would not be happy to hear that his daughter now has a lover of her own. Shouldn’t she only pay attention to her parents? He would not forget this day, and he would vow to his daughter that if he ever met her significant other, he would create a way to scare them off or even kill them. He will never let her be in love with anyone else. After all, she is his dear doll, and it would take centuries for him to even consider her a full grown vampire lady. 

“Ne Teddy, don’t you think she’s better off without someone at her side? Me too.”


Laito would try to play off everything as though he was perfectly fine with his daughter’s decision to be with someone else. He’d want to meet this person though, and if he saw that this person was unfit to be with his daughter, you should expect him to exchange some nasty remarks at the dinner table when your daughter finally brings her lover home to meet you two. It won’t be easy for his daughter’s lover to please Laito, even though he’s a little more lenient than the rest of his brothers.

“Marriage? I think my little dove is far too valuable to be given away to someone like you.”


Subaru won’t care as much as his brothers, knowing that she was of age to have lovers now and that she would have to leave the nest soon. He asks that his daughter be treated correctly and kindly because she is the product of his love for his wife. He’s not afraid to fight for his daughter if she is mistreated by her lover though, so his daughter’s lover ought to be aware of this fact too. No one escapes from Subaru’s smash.

“I don’t care, do what you want. Just don’t forget your mother and I.”


When Kino finds out about this, he gets a little cheeky with his daughter, almost taunting her when he questions her choice. His daughter would beg him to give her lover a chance, but he won’t be easily persuaded by her. As a sadistic vampire, he is not hesitant in playing a few tricks and giving his daughter’s lover a few tests to prove their worth. He’s just a little worried that his daughter is being used for other purposes, so he’s very protective.

“Your lover will have to face a few trials first if they want to be with you!”

Lamen Ficlet #1

On seeing Auguste, Laurent quickly folds and hides the parchment he was writing on. Scribbling really, unconscious and unsteady. There was no need for it to be known though. Not even by Auguste.

Seeing Auguste’s gait, the downward tilt of brows and the regal armour still intact, he already knows what the topic of discussion is going to be.

‘Is something the matter brother?’ Auguste asks even before he reaches the couch that Laurent had been sitting on.

‘No. Everything​ is perfectly alright. Why do you ask?’ he says, as if he didn’t already know.

‘Prince Damianos was concerned with your disappearance,’ he says. Disappearance would be an understatement for the pace with which he had retreated himself from the Prince’s company. Flight would be the more appropriate word.

When he doesn’t reply, Auguste slowly sits next to him on the cushions, places a hand on his shoulder and asks softly, the lines of concern souring his face, ‘Laurent, what is the matter? Do you not like the Prince?’

Laurent simply stares at the pot of ink on the low table in front of him.

Next to him, he can feel Auguste tensing, a stormy anger vibrating through his voice when he asks next, 'Did the Prince of Akielos not behave well with you?’

Laurent looks up at Auguste and blinks slowly before the implication of his words seep into his head. His Brother’s eyes are bright with unfocused anger. 'No.’ he adds quickly before his silence could be considered approval. 'His behaviour was befitting that of a Prince.’

'Then what is it? If you do not wish to be wedded to the Prince, you only have to say it Brother. You’re only sixteen. Men would fall in a file for your hand. And as per treaties go, there are other ways of securing Vere’s future with Akielos than Marriage.’

Laurent knows all of this. But…

Auguste sighs next to him. He’s used to Laurent’s moods. 'You know you can tell me anything Laurent. Whenever you want to tell it. Let me know your decision and I will call off the wedding if that is your wish,’ he says softly, kisses his forehead and begins to rise from the couch.

'Wait,’ Laurent says in a moment of decisive impulsiveness. While lying to himself had come easy, he doesn’t like hiding from Auguste. He doesn’t even know what he’s going to say. So he starts slowly, keeping his gaze steady on the fresh pile of parchments on the table in front of him.

'Prince Damianos… he’s a good warrior. An excellent swordsman. He’s smart. Intelligent. He is going to make a great king one day.’ He can feel the heat rising up his face. He swallows and continues, 'He- he’s gentle, kind and caring. He’s… he’s easy on the eyes.’

He turns and looks into his brother’s eyes, 'He’s just like you Auguste,’ he says in a moment of rare admission, his own voice dreamy and soft.

Auguste smiles and it reaches his eyes. 'In that case I wouldn’t have to worry about the well being of my brother if there is to be a wedding.’

He takes Laurent’s hands in his and says softly, 'Laurent, Damianos is smitten by you. Not just by your looks but also your mind dear brother. The next time you meet him, look into his eyes and then tell me your decision.’

Laurent has the mad urge to tell him that the look in Damen’s eyes is what prompted him to flee in the first place. The bliss of pure besottedness on Damen’s face when he had looked at him had made no sense. It was confusing. Disorienting. How could someone like Damen be charmed by someone like him. What if it was all a farce? It was too much for to process. Too much to decode.

His attention is pulled back when he sees Auguste holding the sheet of parchment between his fingers. Blood rushes to his face and ears. He doesn’t remember letting go of it.

Auguste is smiling on reading its contents. Content, at the centre of the sheet. 'Shall I take this as your answer?’ he asks.

Laurent nods his head slowly, focussing on the weight of it on his shoulders. Auguste ruffles his hair, rises and leaves- all the while with a knowing smile.

The parchment is left in the cradle of his hands, unfolded and its content staring at him.

He almost doesn’t recognise the lettering unconsciously scribbled in his loopy handwriting, 'Damen.’


Thanks to @feycien for introducing me into this wonderful fandom!

anonymous asked:

Do you think jumin's a virgin or nah? What's your opinion?

Should I flag this as NSFW?  I get really clinical, here, but this is about sex…

I would not be surprised if he were a virgin.  And I would not be surprised if he weren’t.

For MC, I want him to be a virgin.  He’s a professed Christian (abstinence, anyone?  And he does not approve of living together before marriage.) and he’s a disciplined workaholic, who would put his job before his emotional or physical needs.  I want him to be a virgin, and only MC gets a piece of him.

However, he also strikes me as having “tried it.”

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jennyspring  asked:

this might be random but i was going through the rebelcaptain tag, my current obsesssion... and since you offered... do you know of good rebelcaptain fics especialy among the newer ones? i mean i was up to date with everything then exam period started and i did not have enough time to find new ones :(

Mehehehe these dorks have ruined my life, let me tell you. I pretty much spend all my time reading everything on ao3 (why can’t I read a “real” book for once?), so here are the ones I have bookmarked for later rereading, because they’re awesome and you should all read them if you haven’t already. I debated how to categorise them, but realised that they’re all basically AU because I can’t handle the canon yet, so I put them under faves, finished and unfinished stories. If you’re not a crazy person with too much free time (like me) you should at least try and take the time to read the faves, because oh man are they amazing. So without further ado, long list is long:


Under the Cover of Darkness (unfinished, T)
Holy shit my bros, I don’t know what we did to deserve this, but I’m gonna take it. If you ever read an Imperial undercover AU, let it be this one. Fuck.

floating, sinking (unfinished, unrated)
Save me, this is such excellent writing. It’s basically post-R1 running through EP IV. (Bonus: if you’re also a Bodhi fan like myself, this is almost required reading, the author gets his voice and character just perfectly. Well, they do that with everyone, really.)

Against the odds (finished,  T)
I have lost my ability to can. This fic did not help me find it.


In another life (T)
Why would you even write this, seriously, fuck you. Don’t read if canon makes you cry. On second thought, actually do read this and try and deal with your feelings afterwards.

Worst Kept Secret In The Rebellion (T-E, series)
Jyn and Cassian are married rebels and it’s awesome.

you were my new home (T)
Extends upon the time Jyn and Cassian spend looking for Saw together, and stamps on my heart in the process.

long way home (G-E, series)
I’m not convinced that the author isn’t trying to murder me with greatness.

Arm’s length (M)
Because angst!fluff is a genre.

Clean shaven (G)
This is really cute though. Also check out the other rebelcaptain stories by this author.

let’s give ‘em something to talk about (T)
Save me from these dorks, I beg you.

Flower Petals On My Pillow (T)
The tattoo parlor and flowershop modern AU you have all been waiting for.

i don’t care if heaven won’t take me back (E)
Jyn does what Jyn wants and the world is all the better for it.

run to me in the rising dawn (unrated)
Jyn’s separation anxiety is going to murder all three of my feelings one of these days.

in the spaces (T-E, series)
This whole thing keeps wrenching my heart apart. Send help. Be prepared to need ice-cream after this.

The Genre Does Not Support This (T)
K2 continues to be his ridiculous self.

A million more deaths (M)
They are, ahem, blowing off steam?

Statistical Likelihood (G)
Prepare to be highly amused and then CRY A LOT.

hold your child as tight as you can (G)


Captains, Rebels & Survivors (T)
The castaways!fic we never knew we needed but definitely did.

pretty scars. (M)
It’s a modern AU with computernerds and complicated feelings, what more could you ask for?

Color my cheeks (E)
This was evidently supposed to be a oneshot sex-pollen thing, but turned into a multichapter thing that I am in love with. It’s sex with confused feelings, basically.

deep inside this ancient heart (T)
Any pregnancy fic for this ship has my immediate approval, and this one happens to be a modern AU as well, soooo…

Cassian Andor’s Guide to Cohabitation (G, series)
If you want to feel happy after being murdered by R1, this is a good contender.

The Words Would Only Rhyme (T)
A Jyn-and-Cassian-are-both-imprisoned-on-Wobani AU that’s in the early stages, but looking really, really good. Also Jyn has visions, and I can totally get on board that train.

Cryptography (T)
Read this now, please.

cut out in little stars (M)
This looks like it’s gonna be reeeaaal good. And it also has the Fake Marriage tag, so there.

Chasing My Own Dreams (T)
Slightly angsty pregnancy fic you should all be reading right now.

Approval (Itachi/Sakura)

I went through a period of writing AU’s and this was one of them. Also this is not proofread so forgive.

Feel free to send me your Sakura requests!


“Itachi you are twenty six years old and the council are pushing for your marriage and I can no longer deny their request.” The uninterested expression on his eldest sons face only frustrated Fugaku. He slammed his fist onto the table that separated them. “You cannot ignore this son!”

“I see no reason for any kind of union father.” Itachi turned his gaze to the older Uchiha. “I can rule our people without the need of a woman.”

“Be as that may, the title of crowned princess and future queen is not an empty role Itachi. Your claim on the throne is weakened and I will not accept my brothers insane son as the future king of the land.”

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hotdamnj2  asked:

Isn't discussing the J's anatomy so much more fun then getting in on all of the hate? I don't think people understand that the guys would never approve of the wives being hated on regardless of the validity of the marriages. They were raised with respect. Why can't we all have fun and get along. People take this waaaay too seriously.

Hello, sweetheart!

Ooh, you threw me a hot potato! Discussing anatomy and fawning over their epic romance definitely is fun, but that’s not the only way to be a J2 believer. I think we need all kinds of people among us - truthtellers, gifmakers, analyzers, wife lovers and haters… I believe we can only form a realistic picture if we put our heads together and discuss our views.

You and I are both quite fluffy and prefer to stay out of the wank, but I don’t think either of us have the authority to police what the others are saying. I read all sorts of blogs because I don’t mind learning about different views on the J’s situation - we are all prisoners of our own minds, but others can help set us free with their different perspective and new ideas. If I stick with only those who think like me, I’m handicapping myself much like the hets.

I don’t think it’s wise to dismiss someone outright for being “wanky.” They can still have good thoughts. It’s really up to each individual to moderate their own internet experience. If you feel like someone’s going too far for your tastes, make sure you unfollow them and blacklist their url. Everyone is allowed to say whatever they deem appropriate on their private social media accounts, as long as they don’t tag the J’s in their rants.

Personally, I follow people who love the J’s. I don’t mind it that much if they vent and rant their frustration as long as I see they’re coming from a place of love. We don’t actually know the J’s, so it’s impossible to say how they would feel about all this talk about their beards. I avoid the topic myself because it doesn’t interest me very much, but I think it’s great that there are people out there who are interested - the beards are a part of the J’s lives and have roles in this play. They are doing things while I’m looking away, but luckily someone else will catch it and share with us. We all have a part.

Do I wish we would focus more on the positive things at times? Of course, but things aren’t always simple and the J’s life together looks messy at times. I think it’s important that we stay here, face reality head-on and still continue to show our support through the good times and the bad. I hope my response didn’t offend you, darling! I value your friendship greatly. :) Have a wonderful day!

Originally posted by stayclassysupernatural

“He wants kids, and he says I’ll change my mind about not wanting them... I love him. I’m just really worried.”

I remember asking an ex, quite early on, if his imagined future involved kids. He said, with a shrug, “Yeah, someday.” 

At the time I was psyched that anyone was showing interest in me at all, so I chose to pay attention to the ‘someday’ (i.e., ‘not now’)… rather than the other, far more dangerous word. The one I should have looked at, hard, and cut my small losses before I got hurt.

In that ‘yeah’, I should have heard the truth: that we had a big, base level incompatibility. 

This wasn’t a case of he liked Chinese and I preferred pizza. This was a dialogue that went, “What are you planning on doing with your life?”, and he replied, “Everything you’re not.”

That decision - children, or no children - influences so much else, too. 

That one incompatibility might seem like a single shadow moving beneath the surface of the frozen lake. But its presence means there are other things down there.

The presence of children in your life will impact everything - not just your career, or the city you live in, but everything from how often you get a nice long shower, what food gets put on the plates at the end of the day, how you’ll spend your evenings after work, where you’ll be booking your holidays, how often you can afford to get a haircut. Everything. My mum said she didn’t have a single drawer in the house that was just hers.

If I want Chinese, but my husband fancies pizza, we can figure something out. Maybe we’ll have Chinese this time, then pizza next time. 

But when the question is children, there’s no compromise to be found. You can’t rent a child for half the year. You can’t try the child for a month and see if it suits you. 

And it’s a choice that would affect every other choice you will make during your life. 

Every. Single. One. 

What hairstyle to go for? Something short the baby can’t grab. White blouse or black? Go for the mustard colour - hides any stains from baby. Shall we go to Mexico or Prague this year? Nope, we’ll go to the place near Southampton with the kids club and the pool. What’s for dinner? Whatever the kids moan about the least these days.

I know you love him. 

And I know that it’s easy to be worried - to think of love like a shy deer - so rare, so temperamental and so fragile, and you’re frightened that if you disturb it, it will dart off into the undergrowth and you’ll never see it again.

For women, especially when we’re young, there’s an unspoken attitude that we shouldn’t be too choosy or selective when it comes to the men we date - instead, we should be kinda grateful for the offer. We should let our compassionate female eyes pass graciously and without comment over flaws, incompatibilities, disrespect and attitude problems, and instead be glad we were chosen at all for the honour of male attention. 

We’re encouraged to remain loyal, loving and respectful to a man who hears us say “I don’t want…” or “I don’t like…” - and chooses to wave our opinion aside.

Even if it’s a deep-seated opinion. 

Even if it’s on something that will impact every choice you ever make again. Everything from what car you drive to what food is in the cupboards. Everything.

I know you love him. I wish I could pour you another coffee, wave an airy hand and say, “Nah, children don’t affect things that much. You can work around it.”

But I can’t.

Anyone who treats his opinion like a fortress, unassailable and full of authority, and treats yours like an old carrier bag caught in the wind… is not a man you should have children with.

I’m not a parent. I don’t know how to raise a child. 

But I know it’s easier with two of you, united on the things that matter.

If you can’t sincerely agree whether the children should exist at all, how will you agree an approach to discipline? Potty-training? Homework? How will you agree whether they have a mobile phone aged eleven or not? How will you agree how late they can stay out? Every single issue, you will be dragged back - right back - to the beginning, and stuck there, unable to leave it: “Well, I didn’t really want children in the first place…”

And you’ll be there for life.

I know you love him. I know you feel like you should be loyal to him somehow, and overlook all the problems, because… it’s what decent women do, isn’t it? Because you’ll be rewarded with a ring if you make yourself agreeable enough to him, and that’s the ultimate prize… right? The ring and the crib? You’re meant to want them, both of them together like a neat little set… aren’t you?

I don’t know if anyone has told you this before - but it’s okay, if you don’t want those.

It’s okay if your ultimate prize would be a big garden of your own, a nice clean house and a special wine fridge. Or perhaps your name on that frosted glass door, under ‘Chief Executive’ in gold. Your novel for sale in the bookshop. That passport full of stamps, full of memories.

And you’re allowed to value that more than some prospective Proud-Dad-of-Three’s seal of male approval. 

Don’t let the world tell you that marriage and children (always together) are a covetable prize handed out only to worthy, agreeable women.

Your opinion matters just as much as his.

If he’s putting a question mark over that fact, ignoring what you say in the golden light of what he says, that’s a solid iron guarantee right there of what your life would be like as mother to his children.

And believe me: that’s all you’d be.

I’m sorry - and for what it’s worth, one last time, I know you love him.

But love isn’t a rare, once-in-a-lifetime chance. Real love isn’t flighty and fragile like a butterfly, ready to flutter away forever at the first hint that you have your own opinions. In fact, when the opportunity for real love arises, it’s amazing how safe you will feel - how secure. You’ll be staggered by how much you agree on. You’ll be reassured by how right it feels.

It’s safe to let this one go. 

Honestly. I promise.

King’s lover - Chaorian. Chapter 1/3

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Fandom: Throne of Glass

Pairing: Chaol Westfall/Dorian Havilliard (Chaorian)

Word count: 6906 (general) |1645 (chapter)

Summary: A year after the war, Dorian and Chaol were living peacefully in Adarlan and keeping each other company. But they wanted more and didn’t even know it.

Notes:  I know it’s been a while since I promised this, but here it is!! I love this idea and this fic to death and I had so much fun writing it. I hope you guys enjoy!

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Dorian pressed his knuckles against his eyes, reluctantly waking up, the sun on his face. He grunted in protest as he turned away from the window that faced him and covered his head with the sheets. He grunted again when those sheets were taken away from him, exposing his head to the brightness of the room once more.

“Such an annoying morning person,” he mumbled, but his heart warmed at the laugh that came from Chaol, his irritation fading a bit.

“Time to wake up, your majesty.”

Majesty. It had been a year since the war had ended, and they had sent Erawan back to whatever hole he had come from. Even more than a year since he had killed his father, and Aelin had announced that he was now king of Adarlan. He was not yet used to the title. It sounded strange; especially coming from Chaol, his best friend, his lover.

He turned around to look at him. Chaol was standing with his arms crossed,clothes sweaty, no doubt just back from training. Which means it was late, and he had let Dorian sleep in.

“I thought kings did as they pleased,” he said, taking in the view of his lover, his muscles that showed through the wet shirt, his brown hair damp and shining against the sun light.

“Apparently not, your majesty.” The answer was serious. A sigh escaped Dorian’s lips.

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yoi-yoi-senpai  asked:

The way you portrayed Amy's father in your chaos kingdom AU was just precious ~<3 I love him so much lol BUT! What if in the modern era, Amy's father isn't as nice; always expecting her to be excelling academics and being too strict? That's why she runs away and then when she comes back to him years later, asking if he's proud of her helping save the world with Sonic. (But this papa is not a nice papa so his reaction ain't pleasant...what will the Sonikku do?) sorry if this don't make sense xD

No, it makes sense… -scratches head and looks away- I actually um… there’s a fanfiction I’m going to do with Amy’s backstory, there’s two different backstories I have for her, but the one I’m thinking about is her Father who doesn’t approve of Sonic.

That’s not quite what you wanted though, so I think I’ll pass on that story and just do what you’ve given :)

So, in otherwords, this prompt has nothing to do with what I’m planning to do later with the two backstories, lol!


Amy, before Sonic, lived in a rather wealthy home. However, being the only girl, she was trained rigorously to one day marry and bear strong, intellectual sons.

Now, with being raised like that, you’d think Amy would- well, for one, hate marriage and kids, and two, scorn her life and be a rough-and-tough girl.

But she actually was very kind, gentle, and meek. She would do everything in her power to not let her anger slip, and her memories of her mother’s soft nature always inspired her to be a good house-wife, have kids of her own, but be sure to-

Now this was a big thing to her.

“Marry who I choose!” Amy stomped her foot down, as her father rotated in his chair, loomed up over her, and placed his hands behind his back.

“What?” he almost spat out.

She feared disappointing her father, and often made him, at least… somewhat pleased with her progress, but there was a moment she realized he’d never be happy with her, and so this was the day she was putting her own foot down.

“I refuse to marry someone i don’t lwove.” in her cute little girl voice, she tried to close her eyes confidently, place her hands on her hips, and stand up straight.

She felt a rush of wind and guarded with her hammer, seeing his hand had almost connected into a deadly assault.

Her eyes teared up, as she looked up at him.

“Lwove? Heh.” he removed his hand, “Excellent block, but poor footing. You think you could ever find a man who’d take you alone? Without a dowry? Without any amount of grace, pristine, or class?” he walked around her, as she felt her self-confidence in herself slowly decrease into a pebble on the sand.

“Please… As my only daughter, you will inherit nothing. I need a man whose willing to put up with you to run my business and give me and my clients a good future! You will continue your training… but you will do it under my watchful eye, my guiding assistance, and under no circumstances can you even dare have a say in these affairs! Is that clear?”

Amy squinted her eyes shut, her fists forming tight balls as she tried to not cry in front of him.


His leg came up this time but she skillfully flipped back to dodge it, “IT’S MY LIFE!” she raised her voice, before taking off and shoving the door open, racing down the hall and jumping to her bed, hugging her stuffed toy of Sonic, her one true hero.

“Why can’t he save me!?” she cried out, pulling the stuffed toy away from her, “Why can’t you save me..”

“I’ll have to save myself!” she got up, wiping her tears, and holding Sonic out in front of her. “I’ll have to run away.”

Taking off in the dead of night, Amy ran till she met some traveling gypsies, some were friendly… some…

Were not.

“How much do you think they’d take for a little girl?”

“Oh, she’s a cute one! Definitely a good pint of gold!”

“You nit-wit, don’t count your money like your drinks!”

The men laughed, as Amy shivered, afraid, not used to battling anyone that wasn’t trained to let her win.

She remembered the words of her father, and wondered if all she was good for in this world was simply just money…

The world seemed to rotate on money… but then.

“Snakes and slithering beasts have better tastes than you three!” A woman, hobbling with a long purple, decorative cloak on came out, her nose long but the only thing that revealed the woman could have a face.

Her hair was also seen, completely covering whatever the hoody didn’t cover, as her long nails reached out to the girl, then swiped them away and turned to the men. “I’ll raise her as my assistant. I need a good cleaner…” she grabbed her by the arm and dragged her over to her hut, up on top of a wagon.

Amy was treated kindly, and even learned a lot from the fortune teller, who read her many beautiful things about her future.

“…That doll you have there… where have I seen that face before?”

Amy held up her doll of Sonic, though it was barely being held together anymore. “He’s my hero.”

“A hero..? Hmm…” She took the doll.


“Now, now… don’t you want a love spell?” she held up a finger, offering her a great deal. “I do know voodoo, you know…heh-heh…”


She was amazed by her response, raising her hunch up to show how long her neck actually went. “No? What kind of ungrateful child says no to a perfect love spell!?”

“The kind that… that believes she can have a man fall in love with her without one!” she wasn’t certain of that, but she pulled the doll back into her arms, and said it with only a little restraint.

She hugged the doll close, as the woman seemed to be fond of what she had said.

“Child.. then I shall put a spell… on you.” she rotated her hand over her crystal ball and poured some magic potion over it. “Hobble-de-gobble. Meser-Heser-luu… You shall be irresistible to all eyes, and all eyes… be on you!” she blew some smoke into Amy’s eyes, as she waved it away.

“There… now when you fall in love, the man will be crazy not to love you too!” she laughed, “But it will be his choice, nonetheless, whether he resists the enchantment or not.” she leaned back, shrugging and turning her head away, showing she was still going to give Amy her wish.

And respect it.

Amy nodded, smiling, before taking the tarot cards the woman offered her and heading to the tarp’s flaps, where the exit was.

“And where are you going?” the woman sounded like she genuinely was surprised to see the girl attempting to leave. “There is a world of strife, painful longings, and great sacrifices out there!” she clung to her chest, to show more effect in her words as she described it.

“But like you said,” Amy grinned, finding courage. “If I want to fall in love, I can! But I can’t do that with traveling gyspies!” Amy jumped off the racketing, moving wagon.

“You’d have better luck traveling around and meeting many fine men…” the woman hacked a raspy laugh, but nodded that the girl was smart in leaving. “Fair thee well. Let weather be clear, and skies obey my chant. Birds flutter, let her soar. Lizards crawl, but let her stand. May the wind cease it’s harsh cold and turn warm upon her shoulders. And for all the glories of the flowers, let her petals never loose their vibrant glow. Ha-choo!” she sneezed on the end, and rubbed her long nose. “Eh, whatever. She’ll be fine. Not like she actually believed any of my hocus pocus, heh-heh-heh.” she laughed.

Amy, completely believing in the hocus pocus, ran under a tree and performed the ‘magic’ tarot card selection.

As if the fates had her in their sights, the wind blew at just the right time, and the only card flipped over was the one she wasn’t going to reach for…

it said.. Destined.

Leaving the doll behind with the tarot cards, she climbed the chains to the Little Planet, where the public television had stated Sonic and Eggman were at.

She hit away scary robots, though was thankful they were small enough that she felt she could, and finally met up with her hero.

Years later, she took a deep breath in front of the doors of her father’s now ruined business.

After tracing her steps, hugging her old fortune teller friend’s granddaughter, and pacing her way back home, she never thought she actually do it.

She had run away from her friends, just to confront her past.

After seeing Tails do it, she thought she might as well try.

She knocked on the doors.

The echo showed the truly hopeless state in which he was probably living.

She opened the door, “Hello?” she was grown now, the house looked smaller than she remembered.

Not hearing any servants and seeing the furniture all laid with white tarps, she figured he may have left or even died.

Mourning a bit as she walked around the old home, painful memories of a terrible childhood, forced with torturous training of both body and mind, she rubbed her arm to try and keep her brave.

She came to her room, seeing the childish toys and getting excited over long-lost doll friends being seen again at last.

Then the door slammed.

She turned around to see an elderly man, leaning on a cane, still covered in the same darkness from a pitch-black suit as he had always been.

“F…Father?” Amy stepped back, as the man drew closer, and raised a cane up.

“YOU…DARE COME BACK-!?” he threw his cane down as she rolled to dodge.

She gasped, seeing the bed break as he turned around, stumbling on his feet.

“I’m a… a…” she had rehearsed this meeting a thousand times in her head,… but somehow, she hoped it would be different.

She stood up tall, taking in a big, dusty breath and stomping her foot down, mimicking the day she ran away.

“I’m not a child anymore! I’m a hero now! I save lives, planets even! I fell in love and I made a future for myself! Are you still not proud of me?!” she knew the answer, “Because… Because I don’t care!” she started to cry, tearing up.

He growled, and raged a powerful cry as he ran to attack her.

She ran out of the room and ducked her head as he broke the railing of the upper stair case, and she had to quickly dash down the stairs as he chased her.

“You think I care about glory or fame!? I care about how you left me ruined! Penniless without a proper heir! I lost everything! Everything!”

“Even me?” She turned around, as he held his cane in the air but didn’t move.

“You lost me. Or was that only second to losing your company?!” she waited, moving from foot to foot…

He shook his head around rapidly, and slammed his cane down.

She flipped back, just like she remembered how to do, and then took her hammer and slammed it up at his face, knocking him down.

Her anger filled her, but her tears of sorrow at never having the family she originally longed for pained her spirit as she stepped back.

“No… this isn’t right.” she shook her head, “I’m not the monster you breed me to be.” She threw her hammer down and away from her, as his raging eyes caught it, and then turned back to her.

“I am… not your daughter. I’m mother’s daughter.” she stated with pride, and held her head up.

His eyes widened, seeing her mother in her…

“…You… You’re just as…” he was about to say something that could change everything, but shook himself out of it, “RAHH!! You’re just as small-visioned as your mother!!!”

She stepped aside, as he ran himself off the staircase.

“…I’m irresistible.. if you’d only had let yourself give in to your better nature.” she turned her head, but dared not look down into the darkness where he laid.

She walked over and picked her hammer up, before collapsing to her knees and crying profusely, covering her face as she did so.

As if on cue, a shadow loomed over her.

She looked up as a cane was raised high, but a spinning noise came and a blue blur knocked the cane out of his hand, having him reel back from the force.

“Ah! Sonic!”

Sonic unspun, and turned to the man, kicking him down by his legs and forcing him to fall on his face.

“Run.” Sonic looked seriously to her, as she nodded and got up, racing to the door.

The man looked up, glaring at Sonic, as he slowly turned, hearing the man’s words.

“She’s nothing without her past…”

Sonic slowly leaned over the man, before shoving his hand to his head, and leaning closer in.

She’s everything without you.”

The man’s eyes widened, shaking in their rage and realization.

“…I know you’re kind.” Sonic’s eyes were covered in shadows, his voice deadly to the sound.

“And I’m surprised she even came back to try and make amends.”

He let go of his head, seeing the man wasn’t going to try anything, and walked to Amy.

Outside the door, Amy grew furious with Sonic.

“Why did you follow me!?”

“…” he just stared at her, and folded his arms.


“You were there with my mother. Now.. I’m here with your father.” (referencing an old prompt lol x)

She stepped back, deeply touched before running into his arms, crying.

“I don’t want to be like him! I don’t! I don’t!”

“…Then don’t.” Sonic let her cry, but didn’t hold her back.

This was a war she had to fight within herself, and he couldn’t interfere.

When they got back, the team wondered what was wrong with her for a while, but she stayed silent about it, merely saying, “I am the last Rose, but I will not fall.” And that was that.

(Dark, not what I like writing at all, but I based it off of what you wanted and I hope you like it.)

Imagine Ubbe protecting you from your father (part 2)

Summary: Waking up aside Ubbe is like a heaven on earth. After an night with him and Hvitserk you felt … comforted in a kind of way. But as soon as you leave the safty of his arms and are back out you get worried again, about your father … and being worried wasn’t a bad thing to do.
Words: 1910

When you waked up, by some sunlight that got throught the cracks of the door, you felt heavy. But in a satisficing way, like you could handle the day after  tonight. The boys did promised you to make you feel better, well they did. You felt a hand resting on your back, you opened you eyes and looked to Ubbe, a smile spreading over your face. You laid your hand in his neck, stroking your tumb over his jawline. He waked in a instant, the same kind of smile getting on his face. You bited your lip, seeing him waking up like this was worth admiring. He stroke his hand over you naked back and pushed his head up, looking over you. You turned your head and looked to Hvitserk who layed the other side of you before you pulled closer to Ubbe, your finger on your lips to tell him he had to be silent. He greeted you with a kiss, you smiled in it, laying your fingers softly against beard while his kiss grew more intens. You  moaned against his lips before you pulled back, your hand still resting on his head. ‘How do you feel?’ He asked you.
'Is that even a question after tonight. I don’t understand how the two of you can’t get jealous of each other.’ You laid your head aside him, your nose almost touchting his.
'We are brothers, we are viking.’ He answered. You felt his hand travel back over you body and a playfull grinn jumped on your lips. 'Besides, I now you like me more.’ He winking. You stroke your hand over his neck, his shoulder and rested it there.
'I like you more yes.’ You give im. You and Ubbe were more serious, he was also more mature than his brother. Hvitserk was all about the desire, the fun and amusement. You studied his eyes for a moment before you let your gaze rest on something else.
'What you gonna do today?’ Ubbe asked with a soft voice. You looked back to him and shrugged, for the first time thinking of your father again.
'Gonna go home.’
'You want to go back to your father?’ He asked. You felt his fingers wrap around your frist, pulling it up over the furr so you could see the blue purple stains your father left.
 'I don’t know what else to do. He is still my father, I need to know if he is alright Ubbe.’ You tried to explain. Yes, your father went over the line, but it wouldn’t solve a thing if you stayed away either. Maybe, if he wasn’t drunk you could  talk over the situation.
'Let me at last come.’ He suggested. You smiled, stroking his beard before you pushed another kiss against his lips.
'You would work me in more trouble Ubbe.’
 'I want to protect you.’
'I don’t need protection against my own father.’ You tried to ease him a little.That’s what you loved about Ubbe, his protective side, he would do anything for you.
'You know,’ he felt silent, playing with a strain of your hair. 'If you marry me you would always be safe, you could always be here.’
'I like the sound of that.’ You nodded slowly. The thought of a marriage always maked you dreaming. Marrying Ubbe … it would be a blessing from the gods. 'Your mother wouldn’t approve.’ You said after a little silence.
'Mother has nothing to say over the fact. It’s only your oppinion I listen to.’ It were the kind of words that maked your heart skip for a moment.
'What if she doesn’t want to marry you.’ You felt Hvitserk his lips against your shoulder after his words. You smiled and turned on your back, looking at him.
'Go back sleeping Hvitserk.’ You laughed, pushing him against his face to his side of the bed. Ubbe wrapped him arm almost protective around your body while Hvitserk turned on his stomach.
'I’m serious.’
'Me to go back sleeping.’
'What if I want you?’ He teased you. You looked for a short moment to Ubbe who was following it all rather amused.
'The only reason you are here is because you brother lets you.’ You started a discussion. Hvitserk shook his head, pointing a finger to you.
'And because you like it.’
'We do everything to make you happy Y/n.’ Ubbe wispered in your ear. You started lauging, punshing him foolish against the head.
'Stop it.’ You whispered. Ubbe smiled, placing his lips on yours again. You never could resist him, even if Hvitserk was looking you still maked that kiss turn in something entirely different. But Hvitserk was Hvitserk, placing his lips on your colorbone you broke your kiss with Ubbe and looked to him. ‘Go!’ You pointed to the door.
‘Why, was I that bad last night?’ He joked. You wanted to slap him but he took your wrist and looked down on you with that charming kind of smile on his face. ‘Carefull love.’ He warned you, looking over your body that layed under the furr and sheets. You shivered, only by the thoughts of last night.
‘Go brother. Find our brothers for training.’ Ubbe interuppted his intens gazing. And to your surprice Hvitserk listened, pulled his clothes on before he turned to you again.
‘Be safe.’ He advised you,
‘Always, thank you.’ You smiled, looking how he walked out. Your eyes turned back to Ubbe.
‘So, do you?’ He asked.
‘Do I what?’
‘Marry me?’
‘You were completly serious?’ You asked in disbelief. He chuckled and snuggled his noice in your hair, his lips on your ear.
‘Having a wife like you, yes, I’m serious.’ He whispered. You turned your head, playing with his braid in the meantime.
‘If your mother agrees, and if my father will not hate you for enternity. Yes, I will consider this.’ You nodded.
‘I can handle your father.’ He murmured, getting you right back in a kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling his lips broke with yours to travel them down to your neck where he place his mark yesterday.
‘Lower.’ You closer your eyes, absorbing the feeling of his warm lips getting lower on your body, over your breast, your ribs. You curved you body against the sweetness of his lips. ‘Don’t Ubbe.’ You moaned, but it was to late, like usual.

Ubbe insisted on you coming to the training before you went to your father. You didn’t saw him anymore after what happened and in the way over to the trainingsfield you always looked around for him, getting that weird kind of feeling that you were be watched. So when you got to the trainingsfield you looked over your shoulder again and Ubbe frowned his eyebrows. ‘Will you not worry all the time.’
‘I’m not worried.’ You protested, leaning against a tree while you watch to the other three boys. Ubbe turned around to you, studying your face until you blushed from it.
‘I can handle your father Y/n.’ He tried to comfort you. You looked up to him, forcing a smile on your face.
‘He was one of your fathers men, you can’t handle him.’
‘Don’t underestimate me.’
‘I’m not. You are underestimating him.’ You placed your finger on his chest. ‘I don’t want you to get involved in it.’ You confessed. He laid his hand against your cheek and forced you to look up.
‘I would love to get involved in it, only for you.’ He placed a small kiss on your lips before he walked over to his brothers. You looked down to your own feet, smiling like an idiot, Ubbe always had the right words and that was what maked him so extraordinary.

Seeming them train was more than only something for your eye to see. You fight along with only you thoughts. Having a father who battled and seeing them now maked you eager to pick up a sword to. But you weren’t that kind of girl, not that fearless like Lagertha was, or any shieldmaiden for that matter. Putting a sword or an axe in your hands would only reveal in you being clumsy with it. But it was something nice to watch, imagining Ubbe being all covered in dirt and blood after a raid and coming back to you so you could take care of him. You followed those movements in his body, not even scared that something would hurt him while he maked his brother Sigurd look weak in this trainingsession. But it was like the gods showed you that your thoughts of Ubbe being indestructible were wrong. You hardly saw it fly to begin with, but Sigurd gasped for air and when you looked  to Ubbe an arrow pierced his body right above his heart.
‘Ubbe!’ You started running. But when you followed the trail that arrow flew you froze in your movements. Seeing that man standing there, that man who taked care for you, loved you but didn’t accepted you around boys. Your father gave you a look, strumbling back to the forest while he dropped  the arrow.
‘I’m fine.’ You jerked your head back to Ubbe. By the force that arrow hit him he was smacked down to the ground in a instant. You ran over and fell on the ground besiced him.
‘Is he alright?’ You asked, looking to Hvitserk and Sigurd.
‘If my brother dies by your fathers hand, I will kill you to make a point to him.’ Ivar warned you.
‘It isn’t her fault.’ Hvitserk came to your defense. You only could look to the blood, to the arrow right in his chest. Sigurd pulled it out and Ubbe grabbed for your hand.
‘I’m here.’ You whispered in tears. Hvitserk closed the wound, the fact the blood didn’t jumped out meant that your father didn’t hit a important vein.
‘I knew there was a reason why I should marry you.’ Ubbe said witch a cracky voice, a little in pain.
‘This isn’t funny Ubbe.’ You stroke your hand over his forehead, he only laughed a little.
‘Mother warned you to not get involved with her. She will punish her father, maybe even her.’ Sigurd snapped. What? You started to look scared while you thought about it. What if Aslaug would punish you for getting around Ubbe again. You looked down to him, with teary eyes.
‘I’m sorry.’ You placed a kiss on his forehead and stood up, running out of the forest.
‘Y/n!’ Hvitserk called after you but you just ignored him. You ran home, only to see your father sitting with a fresh cup of ale. You kicked it out of his hands.
‘Do you know what you are doing?’ You yelled to him. ‘Aslaug will punish you for that father! And she will punish me to.’
‘Maybe you learn your lesson then.’ He smirked. You wanted to hit him so badly now but you didn’t. You only started to look around in the house.
‘We need to get out of here.’ You said for yourself. Ubbe would forgive you in time, if you runned away from this, but he wouldn’t like it either.
‘I’m not running.’ Your father annouched.
‘If I get killed for your mistakes I’m never going to forgive you in Valhalla.’ You warned him. You weren’t even sure if you would forgive him now. He just shot Ubbe, the man you loved, there was no turning back from this and you weren’t willing to get punished for it.

The Red Ford

(Pre-Canon, Rhaegar Targaryen & Jon Snow, Jon Snow & Eddard Stark)

Rhaegar cannot breathe.

There is a violent ache in his chest. So brutally hurt that it has started to numb.

Above him is a grey blurriness. Around him are the swirling roars of the Trident. Shouting. Fingers scrabbling in the waters around his head. He cannot breathe.



When he blinks the blurry grey has turned into a vast whiteness.

He is standing, unhurt. Rhaegar looks at his hands. No scars from the impact of his mailed glove crushing against the force of Robert Baratheon’s hurtling shield. His fingers are whole. He can still play the harp. Mother will love that. Mother always says that Rhaegar’s are princely hands.

Rhaegar looks around. He does not recognise the stones and snows around him.

He looks ahead. A figure stands before him. Inexplicably he knows – he knows - that this is his child.

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