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multifandom-worlds · 8 months

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My Dear General: Chapter 6 - Brighter Shines the Sun After a Storm [End]

Genre: Angst ending in fluff

Word count: 1k

Warnings: Self-hatred

Authors Note: This is the end of My Dear General. I hope you enjoyed it! I wanted this to be fluffy, but angst brain be doing angst brain things. Thanks for being along on this ride.

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It’s been two years since the Azailian Kingdom came under new management. Aidous was showing himself to be an excellent king alongside his trusted advisor - the schoolteacher that used to educate him and Astrid when they were young. Astrid and Loki remained back for two weeks to assist in burying the dead and rebuilding the city while the rest of the army, headed by Erik, returned to the Thovur to recover before phase 2 took effect. Astrid showed Loki around her old Kingdom, introducing him to people from her past who, unlike her father, cared for her.

Loki and Astrid, upon their return, immediately staged a coup to overthrow Thor. He stood no chance and was dead by that evening. His death ushered in a new era for the Tolan Empire. Erik was the army general. Loki had been rightfully crowned Emporer, and the royal officials presented him with woman after woman to choose who would become his bride. Every woman was declined unceremoniously. There was only one woman Loki wanted at his side - Astrid.

Having been relocated to the palace per Loki’s request, Astrid spent most of her time in the palace gardens amongst the flora and fauna native to Thovur. Her favourite thing in the entire garden was the moss. When questioned about it, Astrid had no explanation as to why the moss was her favourite; it just was. That was where Loki found her, lying amongst the flowers, watching as the clouds rolled by.

He leans against the doorframe, quietly admiring her, wearing nothing but the finest linens the kingdom offered. He loved the way the different shades of green looked on her. She sat up, her back to him; that was when he saw all the flowers poking out of her braids - the orphans must have had a hand in that. When she wasn’t in the gardens, she was assisting in teaching the orphans so they had a better shot at life when they aged out - it was her pride and joy.

Loki clears his throat, catching her attention after silently admiring her for 10 minutes. She smiles, seeing him standing there. “Hello, your majesty.” She smiles, bowing her head in respect. Ever since Loki was crowned Emperor, even after she got moved into the palace, she always bowed - he was the ruler of the kingdom; she was a mere soldier.

“My dove, how often have I told you you do not need to bow? We are equals here, just as we were equals on the battlefield. You yourself are royalty; it is I that should be bowing to you.” Loki spoke, walking towards her and placing his hands on her hips. “Why do you insist on making yourself small? Why do you insist on making yourself less important in my life now? Talk to me, dove. Have I not been tending to your needs?”

Astrid sighs, resting her forehead against his. “How did the bride showing go? Have you picked who is to become the empire’s new Empress?” She questions, dodging his question. “I saw the women being walked in; they were gorgeous. I’m sure one of them would make a suitable bride for you.”

“Astrid, my dove.” Loki starts, cupping her cheeks with his hand. “There is only one person in the entire empire I wish to be my bride. It is a woman I have spent many days and nights in bed with, who has stood beside me in loss and victory—a woman who cannot or will not see her value in my life. Astrid, the only woman I want by my side for years to come is you. I love you, Astrid; I have for years. I don’t know if you feel the same, and it has crossed my mind that telling you my feelings might cause you to withdraw from me. I want you, Astrid, only you. Please, Astrid, tell me if I am not meeting your needs.”

Astrid sighed, pulling away from him. She was so conflicted about her feelings - on the one hand, he had treated her with so much love and kindness that she had never felt before, but on the other hand, she felt as though she was only a soldier to him, not anything more.

“I… Loki. You have been the perfect lover, but should it not be time to move on to something more substantial than what we had? Loki, you deserve so much more than me; I understand my place. My desperate love for you does not matter when it comes to someone who will help keep your lineage alive. I release you from my love, Emperor; go make your decision for the greater good of the empire.”

Instead of walking away as she expected, Loki strides over to her, grasping her wrist and pulling her into an earth-shattering kiss. She was stunned for a second before she wrapped her arms around his neck, melting into his kiss. His hands snake around her waist, pulling her impossibly close to him. He has wanted to do this for years but never had the guts to. Her confession, as brief as it was, was enough to set his heart alight and all inhibitions to melt away. He finally knew his feelings were mutual.

After what feels like an eternity, Loki breaks the kiss before fishing for a box beneath his robes. “Astrid, will you become the empress of the Tolan Empire and rule by my side for as long as I shall rule?” He opens the box, showing a beautiful ring. Nowhere in the known empire could produce something as stunning as was in front of her, but that did not matter.

“Yes!”

Loki places the ring on her finger before taking her hand and walking her back through the palace into the throneroom, where he announces that the advisors have been waiting to hear; Astrid at his side.

“I have made my decision. All rise and bear witness to the new Empress of the Tolan Empire!”

#loki of asgard #loki laufeyson #mcu loki #loki fanfiction #loki fanfic #loki #loki marvel #loki god of mischief #my dear general #loki x astrid

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prpfs · 1 year

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Hello, all! I'm looking for something loosely based on the ancient Roman story of Emperor Nero and his slave boy, turned malewife Sporus. It's totally fine if you're unfamiliar with them!

Character A is set to become emporer after his father dies abruptly, however, growing rumors of tension and revolt requires a more... endearing approach. So, he's set to marry under the guise of appearing to be a family man interested in the betterment of the kingdom. Character B is relatively unremarkable, sold into slavery before he could speak but honored by the opportunity to work directly for the future emporer. Still, he finds the opportunity to be jovial in nature - at least, until he captures Character A's fascination. Especially when Character A's intended wife dies before they're wed.

Naturally, Character A selects Character B to become his bride, how could he not? It makes sense to him. While Character B doesn't seem too thrilled about being dressed as and referred to as a woman, he definitely can't complain about suddenly being pampered constantly. And although he can't help but grimace whenever Character A insists on holding on to him as if they're lovers, he doesn't find the situation absolutely abhorrible. That is, until their wedding night...

I'm looking to delve into this (potentially comedic romance/tragedy of a hateship) and flesh it out until they either fall in love or Character A/B kills the other. I'm only interested in writing a MxM relationship for this, and while I'm more than happy to include trans characters, I'm uninterested in writing PiV(penis in vagina) in any capacity. I'd love to include size differences but they aren't absolutely essential.

I'm open to including/excluding noncon in this story, however, these elements are absolutely essential:

👑👑👑Hello, all! I'm looking for something loosely based on the ancient Roman story of Emperor Nero and his slave boy, turned malewife Sporus. It's totally fine if you're unfamiliar with them!

Naturally, Character A selects Character B to become his bride, how could he not? It makes sense to him. How else will he cure his heartbreak? While Character B doesn't seem too thrilled about being dressed as and referred to as a woman, he definitely can't complain about suddenly being pampered constantly. And although he can't help but grimace whenever Character A insists on holding on to him as if they're lovers, he doesn't find the situation absolutely abhorrible. That is, until their wedding night...

I'm open to including/excluding noncon in this story, however, these elements are absolutely essential:

Dubcon

Forced Feminization(this can be lighthearted in nature)

Additionally, on the topic of NSFW, I don't really care about dom/sub dynamics. If they happen to pop up in a scene, I'm fine with that and happy to write either. I'm also not interested in exclusively writing a top so you should be willing to write a top or a switch muse regardless of which character you play. Nothing personal, I just already have a lot of bottom only partners and I'm not really looking to add more at this time. I don't have many limits, just scat, vomit, and lactation. I have a slight preference towards playing Character B, however, I'm happy to play Character A if you'd prefer to write B.

Finally, I am not and will not be a rapid fire replier. I work best with people who are patient, and I, in turn, am also patient with when I receive replies. Please, don't check in with me every day to share that you're working on your reply, I'm genuinely fine with waiting. I'm open to changing things in this plot! Wanna make it modern? It's a billionaire's son vying for ownership of his father's companies by marrying a broke college student or sex worker. Into fandoms? Shoot your shot, I'm probably into that fandom too and I'm a big multishipper that enjoys writing canonxcanon or OCxOC ships! How about fantasy? A vampire prince scoops up one of the pretty boys the hive feed from during hunting droughts to wed. Hell, I love omegaverse!

Anyways, this is getting sort of long. Like this post if you're interested and I'll reach out as soon as I can. 🍍

Finally, I am not and will not be a rapid fire replier. I work best with people who are patient, and I, in turn, am also patient with when I receive replies. Please, don't check in with me every day to share that you're working on your reply, I'm genuinely fine with waiting. I'm open to changing things in this plot! Wanna make it modern? It's a billionaire's son vying for ownership of his father's companies by marrying a broke college student or sex worker. Into fandoms? Shoot your shot, I'm probably into that fandom too and I'm a big multishipper that enjoys writing canonxcanon ships! How about fantasy? A vampire prince scoops up one of the pretty boys the hive feed from during hunting droughts to wed. Hell, I love omegaverse!

Anyways, this is getting sort of long. Like this post if you're interested and I'll reach out as soon as I can.

Leave a like, and anon will get back to you!

#oc roleplay #oc rp #oc x oc #m/m #omegaverse rp #nuclear

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thebanishedd · 2 years

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Other than Princess Bride & Bluey, what are other great things to watch when you're sick?

Hercules (the animated one), Emporers New Groove, Star Wars, Lord of the Rings. Most indulgent thing I watch is Buzzfeed Unsolved.

#asks

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proxylynn · 6 months

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BRO I fucking HATE that trope where like.. a super important/powerful demon or a dragon whatever is protecting a kingdom/village, and the dragon goes UP TO THE EMPORER like "I wish to marry you're daughter!!" LIKE WHY THE FUCK ARENT YOU ASKING THE PRINCESS WETHER SHE WANTS TO GET MARRIED?! THE EMPEROR IS NOT THE ONE GETTING MARRIED!!

LIKE THE DEMON/DRAGON DOESNT EVEN CONSIDER HER AT ALL LIKE BROOOOO!! You selfish, inconsiderate bastard 😡 p

If I was the princess in that situation I'd turn him down because like, wtf is wrong with you? Why wouldn't you ask ME for marriage you sicko.

[...Because it's not her choice? Believe it or not, the setting in which you're describing is normal for the time period it takes place in. Sure, women could hold positions of power and have hierarchy titles, the were still women. And a woman's role was like that of cattle. To be used as the man sees fit. They were property. Marriage wasn't about love or romance, hell, a bride would be arranged before birth sometimes and not meet her groom till her wedding day. The King holds the rights to whom his daughter marries. She has no say and her opinion on the matter doesn't mean shit. Marriage is a political and business arrangement. Not a matter of the heart.]

#ask op

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sweetcici-123 · 4 years

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Deaths Misfortunes Summary (Corpse Bride Au)

Of course, here I am, with another Owl House Idea that i’ll eventually get to writing. I watched The Corpse Bride for the first time yesterday and immediately thought of my own Au for it. My Au will be very different from the actual movie.

Willow and Amity were childhood friends who promised to marry each other. When Amity’s parents found out they immediately found a rich family to promise their daughter to, Boscha and her father Belos. Belos didn’t want to worry about Amity trying to run away with Willow, so he lured her away with the pretense that she would be running away with Amity, only to stab her in the back and killing her. When he returned to the wedding he was surprised to see everyone there except Boscha, who had left Amity at the altar because she didn’t want to marry at 17 and she had no feelings for her anyway. Belos was furious but he couldn’t do anything about it.

After 5 years Amity’s parents arrange for her to marry another woman named Luz Noceda. She spends time getting to know her and they both fall in love, Amity can’t help but compare her to her first love, Willow. During their mock wedding Luz gets really nervous and screws it up and she’s told to go practice before her actual wedding. She goes into the forest and practices on a tree that happens to look close to a hand. When she finishes her vows, Willow raises from the dead and proclaims that they’re now married. After taking Luz to the land of the dead she tells her how she loved someone and cared very dearly about them, only for her to stab her in the back, and to Luz’s surprise, Willow tells her that it was Amity. Now Luz has to decide if she’ll trust Willow and stay with her, or if she’ll try to go back to Amity.

Started: 10/18/2020

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nav-ix · 2 years

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ok so i’m sure other folks have said similar things, but here’s the Alecto theory i’ve been thinking about

Jod calling Alecto “Annabel Lee” is a direct reference to the poem by Poe, and the last bit of that poem goes:

And neither the angels in Heaven above

Nor the demons down under the sea

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side

Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,

In her sepulchre there by the sea—

In her tomb by the sounding sea.

First of all, “dissever my soul from the soul” feels. noteworthy. but the part that stands out to me most is the very end, referencing Anabelle Lee’s “tomb by the sounding sea”. We’ll get back to that in a second, but there are a couple of things in both GtN and HtN that I can’t help but notice go unaddressed:

-Teacher insists over and over that there are horrible ghosts/monsters that haunt Canaan house. We assume this is what’s killing people, and when it becomes clear that its Cytherea, we dismiss it. But even if that wasn’t the cause of the deaths, Teacher was insistent that this place, which he had looked after for maybe thousands of years, was haunted by monstrous things, and that just goes nowhere?

-harrow and palamedes have two conflicting theories about what the lyctor trials are pointing them toward. palamedes is more on the right track, saying its leading toward a “megatheorem” (eightfold word), but harrow thinks that the trials are clues leading toward a thanergy source powerful enough to fuel the lyctor trials (in the way that a necromancer needs thanergy or a lyctor needs a cav or, crucially, Jod needs Alecto). We know harrow is incredibly clever, but when pal’s theory is more or less confirmed, harrow’s theory is more or less discarded, even though they’re not mutually exclusive. but what was fueling the lyctor trials in Canaan house? what thanergy battery?

-multiple times, its indicated that Canaan house is much larger than they have access to. there’s a part in HtN where Abigail says offhandedly that she thinks that the “lost chambers of the emporer undying” run sidelong to the facility (meaning Canaan house). This is a conversation in the river bubble, but it struck me as specific and detailed and out of place, especially for something that was never returned to

-we know that after Anastasia and Samael failed to ascend to lyctorhood, she was sent to guard the locked tomb and she founded the Ninth house

there might be more, i’m still mid-reread lol and i probably missed some stuff bc about half of my knowledge is from the first read, when i was considerably more confused by the goings-on. but my theory right now is that the tomb guarded by the Ninth house is a false tomb, and that maybe the person in it is Anastasia (there are some parallels between how she and Harrow look, namely the curve of the lips/philtrum that’s noted more than once in both of their descriptions). I think that Alecto is entombed at Canaan house, in Jod’s old chambers, a thanergy-battery for the lyctor trials and, remotely, for Jod’s power.

Tbh, I wouldn’t be surprised if the series doesn’t find its way back to Canaan house at the end, it would be fitting and circular, and I feel like there’s still a lot there that was dismissed or left unsolved

#long post whoops #sorry if i missed stuff or got stuff wrong lol again i'm still not done with my reread #and lemme tell ya its RICH on a reread i'm getting so much more from it #gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #the locked tomb #gtn #htn #tlt #alecto #harrow the ninth spoilers

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the-fiction-witch · 2 years

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Spoilt

MOVIE THE LAST LEGION COUPLE: ROMULUS X READER RATING: angsty + FLIRTY

I sat pouting.

I was angry. I was frustrated. I was as annoyed and unhappy as a human girl could be.

I followed along behind my father's horse as we trotted through the hot dry day. I wanted to be anywhere other than here. but like any girl of my age, I had little choice in the matter.

Such are the foils of being born with a uterus, breasts and the ability to reproduce.

I had avoided it as long as I could and I had been luckier than others.

My father was born as a peasant boy with no titles of lineage to him but though working hard, meeting the correct people and doing the correct business deals he became one of the most wealthy men in the empire and was even given the title of the lord of apalania after wedding my mother. My mother passed unfortunately when she was giving birth to me so my father raised me alone even though we were wealthy and important he always made sure I remembered our roots that we came from nothing and everything we had we worked for. I had grown up under his wing becoming smart and well-read, especially for my age, but I couldn't escape this.

Ever since I was born messengers had come from various peoples across the empire asking for my hand in marriage, my father always denied them. But once a messenger came on my sixteenth birthday with a message for my father in hand a request from Rome. From the emporers own advisors asking for my hand in marriage, My father as any father would was overjoyed at the mere concept that I had been chosen out of thousands of women across the empire to even be a contender to be the wife of the young Emporer. I knew nothing of the Emporer only that he was young, a Cesar but a few removed from the original bloodline, and that he was a year older than me. My father put it to me whether I would like to marry him? I didn't know how to respond but I wasn't stupid I knew how often these letters came and I knew given my age I would not be able to escape this fate, I couldn't avoid it forever I would have to marry someone at some point and... well. what little girl doesn't dream she'll one day be a princess. I agreed honestly thinking the messenger would go back to the advisors likely with all the other responses from the other women that were asked and we would hear no more about it, I didn't think for a moment he would return within the week with an answer for us from the Emporer himself, he too had agreed to make me his bride. I didn't know how to react knowing I was now the emporer's betrothal.

I had put it off as long as I could even given I was to be an empress I still wasn't thrilled about getting married. I had put it off managing to delay my father with work and other matters for a good two years but I couldn't get out of it now. I was now eighteen, the Emporer nineteen we were told either I come to Rome and finalize this agreement or they would call it off completely so I had no choice.

I guided my horse down the dirt paths towards the city the tall sandstone walls with beautiful marble statues to guard them I just followed along trying not to draw attention to myself. until we reached the palace it was large and impressive of course with various statues and mosaics but it was clear it was in disarray things showing signs of their age and wear without repair I took note of it all trying to think of how this would be my home now there was an advisor waiting for us here to welcome us. I climbed off my horse giving it a pet as I stood on the steps they spoke only to my father quickly ushering us inside and through the tall impressive hallways.

We arrived at the large impressive room with the throne the advisor left going to do something else I was nervous kinda annoyed he wasn't already here to meet us I mean I have to marry him, least he could do was be here to meet us.

The doors opened revealing the advisor who had met us, and in turn was a tall thin boy with golden hair in impressive red clothes, the moment I saw him I admit he was attractive I fixed my dress a little as he came in and sat on the throne noticing me and my father stood here.

"Ohh for- what do the peasants want?" he complained

"No your grace, this is lord of apalania and his daughter" the advisor corrected

"yes?" he asked with a sigh "what do they want?"

"The young lady y/n is the bride you selected your grace"

"I selected a bride?"

"Yes sir, your betrothal the woman you'd make your empress"

"When did I do that?"

"Two years ago your grace"

"Two years! from apalania? what did you walk?"

"We beg your forgiveness your grace we had various business to attend to" My father told him

"Whatever. at least your here now." he sighed "send her to the baths and get her cleaned up send her to my villa I'll deal with her later" he says before he left to do something else

The staff took my things and I was bathed and given a clean dress and taken half away across the city to the tall impressive villa snuggled close to the hills. it was much more impressive than the palace with statues fountains and gardens marble floors and tall columns everything was so impressive and expensive I didn't quite know what to do with myself. The doors opened a while later to the Emporer and his advisor he looked me up and down and shrugged

"You'll do I suppose" He sighed "Leave us," He told the advisor who nodded and went off somewhere else

"I uhh I've been looking forward to meeting you," I said

"That's nice" He answer going to sit at the table clicking his fingers and within seconds staff came with wine and food quickly leaving us alone again "what's your name anyway?"

"Ohh y/n your grace" I smiled going closer "May I sit?" I asked looking to the spare chair

"If you want"

"I uhh I know we haven't got long before our wedding, I know there is much we need to discuss together, and I'm sure we'll get to know each other very well" I smiled "If I may ask what made you choose me of all the eligible ladies?"

he sipped his wine giving me a slight glare before he spoke up "don't flatter yourself darling. I was told by my advisors I had to pick a wife they narrowed it down to three sent the offers and they call came back yes. I picked at random"

"random?"

"Yeah, I didn't know what any of you looked like so I just picked one and random. and in the luck of the draw, I got you. so now we have to deal with each other. Let me put it this way darling. You don't bother me. I won't bother you. you can sleep in my bed or in your own I don't care you can lay on our bed and open your legs for me or I can shove your face in the pillow while I shove my seed in you. I don't much care either way just don't get in my way and we won't have any problems" He says

"I see. what uhh what should I call you at least?" I asked

"Romulus"

"alright. would uhh would you like me to sleep in your bed? before we're married?"

"I don't care" he answered

"Did you want to... do things before we're married"

"darling. you are bothering me" he sighed rubbing his eyes

"sorry Romulus"

"let's put it this way. If I'm horny and you're here I'll fuck you. If I'm horny and you're not here I fuck a whore. that clear?"

"Yes your grace"

"Good. now shut your mouth and look pretty, while I have my dinner"

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likesomekindofcheese · 4 years

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Promised Part Two (The Great mini-series)

Pairing: Grigor Dymov x fem! reader

Word Count: 3475

Summary: from an anon request, the boorish Emporer Peter has ruined your families alliance with Russia. The only way to save your family and your people is to go to the Russian Court to marry his best friend, Count Grigor Dymov.

content warnings: mentions of sex and families and weddings, swearing. Grigor being shyer than in the canon show but this is my fic and I do what I want.

“Countess Y/F/N Dymov does have a nice ring to it,’ your mother said as the carriage rolled on.

Rocking back and forth, her eyebrows went up and she nodded in approval at the thought. Though you stayed silent, watching the Russian forests pass by. Your fur lined coat felt too heavy as did your scarf. You saw your mother lift a hand opposite of the one holding her novel to scratch at her own scarf. But the air was getting colder. You were definitely in Russia by now.

You glanced down at the latest letter from the gangly Russian count:

Dear Y/F/N,

I hope you and your family are doing well. Upon reading your last letter, you said you were worried about children. There are a few children here. Count Arkady has a little army of his own running about the halls. Who knows when it might happen, but I am sure you will be a fine mother. You may even make friends here. We have plenty of ladies here you may talk to. And we have fine physicians here.

Oh god, that was unconnected somehow? Maybe I should scratch that out.

No, I will keep it. I hope it amuses you. It may make you laugh to see what a silly fool I am. What kind of fool proposes marriage to courtesans? Not you, Georgiana, of course.

But children arriving will be a while from now. I am trying to make everything comfortable for you. It will be hard leaving your family and the pets you mentioned in your last letter. When you and your mother arrive here, you must try some tea. Though you might as well enjoy some vodka as well.

Speaking of vodka, Peter had too much last night and spent the morning chapel services vomiting his stomach out…

A jolt from the carriage made both of you leap in your seats. It was no use re-reading the thing for the tenth time for amusement on a long trip. You put the letter away in your reticule.

Enough time had passed between that fateful dinner. Now here you were, on the road, on your way to the court of Peter.

“Did you hear me? Do you like the sound of Countess Y/F/N Dymov?” she repeated louder, leaning forward.

“Yes,” you agreed obediently.

Your mother bit her lip hesitantly. There was a pause.

“Y/N, you are doing a very brave thing. You’re going to help all of us, and a lot of people…I thank you for it,” she said.

Her eyes blinked and you could see a few tiny tears up there.

“At least I’m not marrying the emperor,” you huffed, “the title alone wouldn’t be worth it.”

She rolled her eyes and scoffed.

“Your grandmother said if you got the Emperor, it would be a nicer ceremony. It would be a grander ceremony, but a miserable marriage after…though no wedding will be as nice as your brothers,” she recalled.

Both of you smiled at the memory. Your mother even set down the novel in her hands to talk to you more.

“He married someone he loves. Now they’re happy together…” you commented.

The past weeks whirled by without the time to savor your last time at home.

First there was a whole wedding to set and celebrate for your brother, then there was studying all the etiquette, customs, and everything you would need for a life in Russia. As well as planning about your own day. A day crawling up that made you shiver slightly at the thought.

But remembering your brother’s childish grin when his bride walked down to greet meet him at the altar, the shivers ceased. How they seemed to fly when they danced with each other. How even their cake tasted sweeter. The fragrance of their flower crowns was still in your nose.

If only your day could be as nice. No alliance. No pressure to go and bind yourself. Just nice.

“It was a wonderful day. She looked very pretty in your dress…do you think the dress we chose will suit the Russian court?” you asked.

Your mother nodded, eyes sparkling at the thought.

“Oh yes, we had to ask every question, but so help me you would at least have a dress you liked! You looked radiant in it- all of the court will love the look of it!” she added.

“It’s very…very elaborate. And heavy. I bet it’s the reason this carriage is about to trip over,” you jested.

You briefly took off your glove to scratch your own neck from a small itch.

“Well, when in Rome…” she said, shrugging.

Having a ceremony with a special dress was one thing, the groom was something else entire. But what of your future husband, Grigor?

Before you could ask about your mother’s analysis of him, there was a sudden whistle from the driver.

Both of you leaned out and stared at the window. The large grey palace was popping in view, distant, but there. Tall, grey, and grand.

Breath hitched, you tried to stare at another thing, a bird flying by or the dirt on the road. But there it was. And your eyes were fixed, like a martyr’s gaze on the burning stake before sainthood.

The place you had to live, where you had to sacrifice your body, autonomy, and soul to a man you only knew for a few days.

Servants rushed in to carry your luggage. You and your mother glanced at each other. Her eyes turned soft and she took your hand and squeezed it as the guards opened the doors and a footman led you up the grand stairs into the throne room.

One opened a chest and your mother pulled out a green portfolio from it, pressing it to her heart.

There was a long hall leading to a sole chair bedecked in gold. The room was dark but sun filtered through windows on the left. Removing your coat and handing it to a servant, you could feel their eyes. Analyzing you in your deep blue dress with white lace on the front tied in a dark blue bow on the chest.

Before the throne, walking out from their peeping, was a line waiting for you was a group of various men as different as a kaleidoscope. One was shorter, dark haired, and bespectacled. One was a priest with a long beard. But in the center was the Emperor Peter and by his side, Count Grigor Dymov in a grey, curled wig.

Walking slowly, you curtsied and kissed Peter’s hand and your mother copied the movement.

Only said man wanted to jump ahead and show you his apartments.

“Your highness, thank you for letting me arrive here and for inviting my mother as a chaperone,” you greeted politely.

From a green portfolio, your mother pulled out a starched parchment and walked to the priest.

“Here is a signed paper from our physician, proving Y/N’s chastity for the marriage. Additionally, I will chaperone her until the ceremony.” she announced proudly.

He looked down, head tilted, but leaning to read it, nodded his head.

Both of you let out a sigh of relief. As awkward as the examination was, it was still a hundred times better with a family doctor then without warning by a stranger.

“Well, cangratu-fucking-lations Grigor. Here is the lady who’s going to suck you cock for life in a week! Go on, greet her!” he half-yelled.

You could feel your mother tense at the vulgarity and wished to disappear.

The hands in front of Grigor that were folded tightened slightly as you walked up to each other, with a slight bow.

He then took your hand, as you placed yours, you could see your own palm tremble a bit. He leant down to kiss it.

“Miss Y/L/N, did you travel well?” he asked.

“It was long, but nice. Lots of forests.” You answered shyly.

He relaxed a little and gave you a small smile. Though part of you felt angry. What if it was the cock sucking comment he was thinking of?

It dropped at you still being serious.

“Well, that’s done. And I’m bored. I’m hungry and want some oysters, goodbye!” the emperor suddenly said, trailing away with the priest and other men behind him like ducklings.

Grigor offered his arm and you accepted it, breath hitching at how close he felt.

“Count Dymov, thank you for the…the welcome. Though look at this place! It’s magnificent!” you mother praised, looking at the details.

He walked slowly out of the room with your mother by your side, admiring the tall windows, wooden walls, and countless paintings and decorations. Courtiers in wigs and wide skirts floated by you like butterflies.

“I was thinking I would show you both my apartment, since it’s where we’ll be living soon, Lady Y/L/N. The palace is huge enough as it is!” Grigor answered, turning to your mother.

“Unless you want a tour of all that!” he added on, gesturing to the bits of gold that glowed in the sunlight.

“It would be nice to see where she’ll be living,” you mother replied.

“The apartment is fine,” you finalized, looking up at his eyes.

It had been a while but you forgot or perhaps never noticed the color. They were the color of the sea. And quite beautiful.

“Besides, I already have a gift for you and it couldn’t wait for after the wedding!” he announced, with an impish grin.

“A gift?” you gasped.

“I’d like us to at least be friends, Y/n,”

“Of course, Grigor.”

After a ten-minute walk with chit chat mostly between your mother and Grigor, you arrived at the apartment. He paused slightly before the dark doors and knocked a few times, a voice replied from within.

Your heart leaped at all the red- red walls, red chairs, red furniture, a beautiful gold bathtub and a large red bed that made your stomach flip and turn warm.

“In about a week, this will be your home…but, the-ah- the gift!” he said, jumping with his eyebrows near the top of his wigged head.

An old man dressed like a servant walked from a corner. Grigor rushed there, gesturing wildly with his arms for him to walk forward. For a minute, the man was under Grigor’s shadow and his large back blocked your view.

As he turned, in his hands was a tiny Pomeranian puppy with brown fur.

Gasping alongside your mother, you let out squeals of delight on instinct. You fell in love at once. It barked and smiled when it saw you. You cooed and even your mother went over to stroke its fur. Its earthy smell came up to your nose and it licked your fingers. Grigor handed the puppy for you to hold, light and warm and smelling of earth. The puppy smiled and licked your nose in greeting and you giggled.

“Seems like she knows her mistress already!” Grigor commented, with a small laugh in his voice.

“I know they will expect us to, uh, have children someday and we might as well practice caring for a living thing. And I did not want you to be here and feel completely alone. Like you told me.”

The puppy looks up at you and tilts its head. Once you set it down, it happily runs around the apartment, leaping sometimes mid-way and then pausing to sniff every piece of furniture. It looks at you, chippering happily, the stub of a tail wagging wildly.

“Grigor, she, she…” you mumbled, close to tears. “She’s adorable! I’ve never had such a gift before!”

“It will be work, of course. And she’ll get big and eat and tear things. But Arkady knows dogs and is willing to help us.”

“Yes, of course…thank you!”

Overjoyed, you walked over to him, stood on your toes, and kiss his cheek.

It was a little out of decorum. You had hardly seen him. But you were overjoyed, and it was too kind. He blushed bright pink at the feeling of your lips and smiled.

“Y/N…you’re very welcome! Oh! I forgot! I also have…have these now…”

Out of his pocket were two small bands, bronze colored.

“Our engagement rings… until we’re official.”

Breathing in deep, you accepted the ring and slid it onto your finger. It was only a little tight. The puppy in your arms sniffed it and then tried to lightly chew on it.

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The palace tour nearly broke your jaw from how much you dropped it. You kept a leash with the small Pomeranian pup by your side, trotting happily and sniffing everything. If it were not for all the gold and countless portraits, plants, boards, and displays and details in every crack of the wall, your new pet would have distracted you.

How on earth can anyone manage to walk through this? You thought. You had not even reached the gardens yet!

Suddenly, there was a yelp and the thunder of boots.

Peter walked forward with his usual party of men, but by his side was a woman who seemed surprisingly young despite her tall height. She was extremely pale and had light blonde hair up in a bun with a few curls falling out and wore a lovely sky-blue gown.

“Ah, Grigor! Have another meeting, need you there! Now! It’s going to be fucking dull without you!” he ordered.

With a shrug, he bowed and walked away with Peter, but the young woman stayed behind. She waited until he was gone and then turned to you.

“He should have been there an hour ago, people were discussing trade forever and he should have been there to help,” She sighed.

Handing the leash to your mother, both of you dipped in a greeting curtsy.

“Pardon me, but I’m new here. I don’t know what the Emperor’s schedule is like…I don’t know what anything is like,” you confessed.

She raised an eyebrow and blinked a few times. Suddenly a shorter woman with sharp cheekbones and her hair up into a small coif ran up by the blonde woman’s side. A maid.

Looking at you both, the servant seemed to give meaning to the phrase “if looks could kill.”

She scolded, “do you realize who you’re talking to! This is her grace, the Empress! At least be polite!”

Panic flooded your chest and you dipped down to a lower, rushed curtsy.

“Your grace-I’m so sorry! Forgive me! Please!” you blubbered. “I didn’t know who you were!”

“It’s all right! Just a mistake!” she laughed.

Her hands moved forward, and she gestured you up.

“What is your name?” she asked kindly.

You introduced yourself, only looking at the end of Catherine’s blue skirt, shades lighter than your own.

“You’re Lady Y/L/N, the future Countess Dymov!”

“Yes, I am and…your grace, I am so sorry for all the trouble that happened at my house. I tried to resolve but…here I am,” you explained.

She gave a sideways glare to where Peter walked off and turned to you, “it isn’t your fault at all…my husband is… well, you understand.”

“I completely understand!” you blurted with a scoff in your throat.

Her frozen, pale stiffness melted away. She smiled genuinely.

“Empress Catherine, what is it like for women here? I haven’t heard much…”

“Well, there are…tea parties. Ball throwings. Thing like that… But…Lady Y/L/N…”

She leaned closer, speaking quietly.

“I was like you, once. Sent to be married. New to this place. I would hesitate to head there if you are new…things are done differently and the ladies here are, if I must be honest, not nice to newcomers.”

“Alright!”

You glanced at your mother, whose brow furrowed with worry at the words.

“But I shall help you. You have to meet them eventually. Just be careful. Though you aren’t me, you might have hope. They have joy in teasing me since they know I outrank them…if you need help, you may call on me.” She offered, her words rushing at the sudden idea.

“Oh your heighness, it’s an honor!” you cried.

“From one foreign bride to another!” she commented before saying goodbye and twirling off. The maid gave a look at the puppy with wistfulness, and then followed the empress.

But as you headed back, having a few moments of rest on a seat near a window.

“Our chambers are not far, I’ll be there to see if our things are ready!” she announded.

You nodded, giving a last happy pet your puppy and stared as your mother sauntered away.

Suddenly, you heard the click of heels.

“You’re his fiancée, are you?”

You turned to see a pale woman with beautiful dark curls on her head. She wore an elaborate, dusy red dress and her slight frown was not welcoming.

“I am engaged to…to Count Dymov, if that’s what you’re asking,” you answered, getting up.

“I…I thought,” she mused.

“Pardon me, I don’t even know your name…” you said.

“You can call me Georgiana.”

Oh my god…

“Lady Georgiana, I’m Lady Y/L/N,” you replied.

She looked at you, analyzing everything. Your chin dipped low and you folded your hands in front of you, frozen in place. Part of you wanted to run away.

“Miss Georgiana is there anything you want from me?” you asked.

Her lips went tight.

“I just thought that Grigor loved me…but he brings over some unknown woman from nowhere!” she spat.

You remembered what he said about their history. And her decision. Your mind blanked with Catherine’s warning, what could you even say.

“He didn’t ask me to marry him. It’s to secure an alliance with Russia.” You informed her plainly.

Getting a little bolder, you looked back at her unamused face.

“Just know, however your marriage goes, it’s me he really loves and…”

She paused. Then smiled.

“And I’ve fucked him too.”

She stuck her nose in the air as your mouth opened a little in shock.

“That’s how mad he is for me. I know every trick that will keep him returning to me. You’ll just pop out an heir for the Dymov’s and then he’ll be done with you.”

Your face turned hot and your breath felt short.

“Why…why are you telling me this?” you asked quietly.

“Because, we all know I am the one he loves and will always love. And I know how to please him in every way,” she threatened, walking closer.

“As sure as you please the Emperor,” you retorted boldly.

Georgiana stopped, her eyes widening. Her face screwed up. Though her head nodded a little in slight acknowledgement.

“Georgiana, I don’t want us to be enemies,” you pleaded.

“I don’t want you to make him miserable. You may think you know him: he seems like a nice man, but he is only two steps away from Peter. He loves parties, drinking, fun, revelry and all things wild; are you ready to have that as your husband?”

“I didn’t even choose this match. I don’t even love him- I only met him a month ago! And he offered you his hand and you couldn’t accept it! I did not have a say in the matter to be with him! Live with your choice and I’ll live with one that wasn’t even mine!” you yelled, your cheeks feeling hot.

Her nostrils flared and she walked away, flouncing like a peacock.

Sinking back onto the seat, you cursed your temper and tongue for getting the best of you.

How could you make peace of this conundrum? Even if the Empress liked you, it seemed no one else at court would now. Especially knowing the kind man who gifted you a dog spent his nights in wildness…and maybe in Georgiana’s arms.

Taglist: @queenlover05 @stardust-killer-queen

The Great Taglist/Promised: @stardust-killer-queen @itsametaphorgwil @freaking-nix @im-an-adult-ish @grigorlee @themficsilike @simonedk @deck-heart @staradorned @writeroutoftime @kiainspace @gwilymleeisbae

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herbgerblin · 4 years

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tagged (indirectly) by @its-a-nickname :0

Rules: name 7 comfort movies and tag 7 people

howls moving castle

beauty and the beast

the little prince

kung fu panda

spirited away

the emporer’s new groove

princess bride

tagging: I’m just gonna russian roulette one person this time and it’s @terezis

#herbgerb blerb #ask meme #its late at night and im sleeby

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gimme-more-caffeine · 5 years

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This is from my old blog, I honestly LOVE lists (and writing in bullets for some strange reason). Random and sporadic on topics and the numbers have NO MEANING. I'm NOT ordering them from most fave to least fave, just how they come to mind.

Also keynotes: Favorites doesn't always mean Favorites just what I enjoy the most. And there will be duplication at times

(Side note: Let's update this list from before as it's been two years and see what has changed. * means updated)

-Me- (Just little stuff I figured I'd do. Wasn't even supposed to be a list XD) 1. I'm a Major Introvert, I don't like to socialize with others in real life and prefer to do so online 2. I'm a major procrastinator 3. I mainly work nights so I get to sleep during the day 4. I want to make more friends online yet I have a hard time reaching out. The last time I interacted online was on DeviantArt and FFN years ago 5. I'm pretty much online all day/night on my nights off 6. Eye doctors have told me I have a rare blue-grey-green hazel (Is it true that it’s rare I don’t know) eyes so they tend to change between these three colors or be a mixture at times. Lately I think my eyes are just grey which takes on different green and/or blue shades

-Books-

Favorite Authors 1. Nora Roberts/JD Robb 2. Jayne Ann Krentz/Jayne Castle/Amanda Quick 3. Gena Showalter (I mainly read her Lords of the Underworld series and only read one book that wasn't part of this series so she's not getting a Favorite list sadly) 4. Anna Windsor (I've only read one series of hers so I'm not including her in the books list) 5. Christine Feehan* (I mainly only like one of her series so she's not listed)

Favorite Series from Nora Roberts 1. Bride Quartet 2. McKade Brothers 3. In the Garden Trilogy 4. Dream Trilogy 5. Three Sisters Island Trilogy 6. Key Trilogy 7. Cousins O'Dwyer Trilogy 8. The Donovan Legacy

Favorite Books from In Death (Limiting myself up to Ten) 1. Divided in Death (My first ever In Death book so it holds a strong place in my heart) 2. Innocent in Death 3. Memory in Death 4. Visions in Death 5. Imitation in Death 6. Conspiracy in Death 7. Strangers in Death 8. Treachery in Death 9. New York to Dallas 10. Creation in Death

Favorite Books from Nora Roberts (Limiting myself to Fifteen) 1. Black Hills 2. The Obsession 3. The Witness 4. Carnal Innocence 5. River's End 6. Tribute 7. Carolina Moon 8. Birthright 9. Three Fates 10. The Liar 11. The Search 12. The Villa 13. Angels Fall 14. Time Was 15. Times Change

Favorite Books from Jayne Ann Krentz 1. All Night Long (The first I ever Read and thus holds a special place in my heart) 2. Sizzle and Burn 3. Running Hot 4. In Too Deep 5. Copper Beach 6. Trust No One 7. River Road 8. Witch Craft 9. White Lies 10. Light in Shadow

Favorite Books from Amanda Quick 1. The Third Circle 2. The Perfect Poison 3. Second Sight 4. Crystal Gardens 5. The Mystery Woman 6. Quicksilver 7. The River Knows

Favorite Books from Jayne Castle 1. Obsidian Prey 2. Dark Light 3. The Lost Night 4. Midnight Crystal 5. Canyons of Night

Favorite NON-Romance Books 1. Hope was Here 2. Z for Zacharia 3. Lord of the Flies (Yes, I actually like the chaos that happened. I'm probably messed up for that) 4. The Other Boleyn Girl 5. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (The ONLY book I like from the Harry Potter series) 6. 13 Reasons Why (I deeply enjoy the book and read during my teens) 7. By These Ten Bones 8. The Giver 9. Lovely Bones

-Disney/Animated Movies-

Favorite "Popular" Disney Movies 1. Mulan 2. Zootopia 3. Big Hero 6 4. Tarzan 5. The Lion King 6. 101 Dalmations 7. Bambi 8. Pocahontas 9. The Princess and the Frog 10. Frozen 11. The Little Mermaid 12. Lilo and Stitch 13. Lady and the Tramp 14. The Hunchback of Notre Dame 15. The Nightmare Before Christmas (Yes this is Disney as Tim Burton worked for them during this time. I checked to make sure)

Favorite "Underrated" Disney Movies 1. Treasure Planet 2. Oliver and Company 3. Atlantis: The Lost Empire 4. Home on the Range 5. The Black Cauldron 6. The Sword in the Stone 7. Hercules 8. Meet the Robinsons 9. Emporer's New Groove 10. Robin Hood 11. A Goofy Movie 12. The Fox and the Hound 13. Aristocats 14. James and the Giant Peach (Yes this is considered Disney, I checked) 15. The Rescuers 16. Descendents 17. Brother Bear 18. Dinosaur

Favorite Sequels 1. Mulan 2 (Yes I like this when everyone seems to hate this) 2. Lion King 2 3. Cinderella 3 (I consider this to be an actual sequel, the other one felt more like short stories) 4. Beauty and the Beast: An Enchanted Christmas 5. Bambi 2 6. The Fox and the Hound 2 7. The Rescuer's Down Under 8. Aladdin and The King of Thieves 9. Pocahontas 2 10. 101 Dalmatians 2 11. Lady and the Tramp 2: Scamp's Adventure 12. An Extremely Goofy Movie

Favorite Series (Expect this one to be long and I'm including Jetix too) 1. The House of Mouse 2. Dinosaurs (I never even knew this!) 3. Bill Nye the Science Guy (SERIOUSLY, This guy was DISNEY?!) 4. Duck Tales 5. Gargoyles 6. TaleSpin 7. Darkwing Duck 8. Quack Pack 9. Timon and Pumba 10. 101 Dalmations 11. Recess 12. Hercules 13. PB&J Otter 14. Teacher's Pet 15. Filmore! 16. Disney's Mighty Ducks 17. The Legend of Tarzan 18. Kim Possible 19. Pucca 20. Lilo and Stitch: The Series 21. Super Robot Monkey Team Hyper Force Go! 22. W.I.T.C.H. 23. American Dragon: Jake Long 24. Yin Yang Yo! 25. Descendents: Wicked World

Favorite NON-Disney Movies 1. Anastasia 2. All Dogs go to Heaven 2 3. Spirit: Stallion of the Cimmaron 4. American Tail 2: Fivel Goes West 5. Prince of Egypt 6. The Last Unicorn 7. The Secret of NIMH 8. Wakko's Wish 9. Quest for Camelot 10. Balto 11. The Pebble and the Penguin 12. South Park: Bigger, Longer and Uncut 13. Scooby Doo on Zombie Island 14. Scooby Doo and the Witch's Ghost 15. The Land Before Time V: The Mysterious Island

-Youtube-

Youtubers/Channels I mainly watch (Limiting myself to Ten): 1. MLP-Silver-Quill 2. Night Mind* 3. Rekaita Law* (Hey it's entertaining as hell and I love watching him rant) 4. FoundFlix* 5. joshscorcher 6. FOB Equestria 7. That Creepy Reading* 8. Top5s 9. The Theorizer 10. SuperHorrorBro*

Generalization of what I watch on Youtube 1. Let's Plays 2. Song Covers 3. MLP Analysis stuff (NOT the series, only the analysis community) 4. Horror/Paranormal/Urban Legend stuff 5. Movie/Game Theories 6. Anime/Movie parodies 7. Horror Explanations (Movies and video games lately)* 8. Abridged Shows/Parodies

-Music-

Favorite Disney Movie Songs/Scores (As in IN the movie, Credit songs don't count unless they're the same song as in the movie. LONG LIST AHEAD) 1. Hellfire - Hunchback of Notre Dame 2. Why Should I Worry - Oliver and Company 3. I'm Still Here - Treasure Planet 4. Colors of the Wind - Pocahontas 5. Savages - Pocahontas 6. Make a Man out of You - Mulan 7. What's this? - Nightmare before Christmas 8. This is Halloween - Nightmare before Christmas 9. Court of Miracles - Hunchback of Notre Dame 10. You'll be in My Heart - Tarzan 11. Son of Man - Tarzan 12. Strangers Like Me - Tarzan 13. Farewell - Pocahontas 14. Short Hair - Mulan 15. Eye to Eye - A Goofy Movie 16. Stand Out - A Goofy Movie 17. After Today - A Goofy Movie 18. Topsy Turvy - Hunchback of Notre Dame 19. Try Everything - Zootopia 20. I Wanna be Like Other Girls - Mulan 2 21. Good Doggy, No Bone - Fox and the Hound 2 22. Lesson Number One - Mulan 2

Favorite Disney Covers 1. Hellfire - Jonathan Young 2. Can You Feel the Love Tonight - Elton John (Yes I see that as a cover as it's not the one from the movie but the credits) 3. Can You Feel the Love Tonight - Sara Paxton 4. Hawaiian Roller Coaster - Penicillin 5. Heigh-Ho - CASCADE 6. Supercalifragilisticexpialadotious - THE KIDDIE (Hope I spelt the song right... It's too damn long) 7. This is Halloween - Marilyn Manson 8. Kiss the Girl - Ashley Tisdale 9. You'll be in my Heart - Celtic Woman 10. Be Prepared - Jonathan Young* (Jonathan Young covers a lot of Disney songs I like so I'll leave it at that instead of listing all the covers I like)

Favorite Parody Songs 1. Brooklyn Rage - YGOTAS (Yu-Gi-Oh: The Abridged Series) Parodying: Poker Face by Lady Gaga 2. Pharaoh's Throne - YGOTAS Parodying: Telephone by Lady Gaga 3. Make a Man out of You - DBZAbridge 4. Leather Pants - YGOTAS Parodying: Bad Romance by Lady Gaga 5. U Can't Touch Lani - Lanipator Parodying: U Can't Touch This 6. Without Yugi - YGOTAS Parodying: Without Me by Eminem 7. Paraboss - YGOTAS BBT Movie Parodying: ??? by ??? (Someone told me it was Lady Gaga's Paraboss song but I can't find that) 8. Stronger - YGOTAS BBT Movie Parodying Harder, Better, Faster Stronger by Daft Punk 9. It's Your Move - YGOTAS Parodying: Tik Tok by Ke$ha

Genres I listen to 1. 80s 2. Different forms of Rock (Alternative, Symphonic, Metal, etc) 3. Anime Music 4. Disney Songs (Usually more from the movies) 5. Dance/Techno 6. Covers/Remixes

-Movies-

Favorite Movies (Limiting myself up to Fifty) 1. Titanic 2. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (Again, the only movie I liked from the Harry Potter franchise) 3. Avatar (Yes I know this was like 95% CGI but it still had physical people in it so I'm not putting it in CGI category) 4. Jumanji 5. Fluke 6. Godzilla (98. This is my FAVORITE Godzilla movie. I just loved the design of Godzilla and the animated show that came as a result) 7. Alice in Wonderland (Tim Burton's version. I'm probably one of the few who enjoyed this) 8. SPEED 9. 13 Ghosts 10. Ghost Ship 11. Poseidon (The one from the 2000s) 12. Flight 93 13. United 93 14. World Trade Center 15. Iron Jawed Angels 16. How the Grinch Stole Christmas 17. Matilda 18. Mighty Morphin Power Rangers (A classic that shall never die) 19. Beetlejuice 20. The Dark Knight 21. Home Alone 3 22. Deadpool 23. Casper 24. Addams Family Values 25. The Hollow 26. Jurassic World 27. Dragon Heart (I cry like a bitch during the ending) 28. Angels in the Outfield 29. The Mask 30. Hocus Pocus 31. Mortal Kombat 32. The Grinch (2018 version)*

Favorite CGI and Claymation movies (Because I can't tell the difference between the two. And the CGI is for ALL Computer generation and WITHOUT physical people. This includes DreamWorks) 1. Rise of the Guardians 2. Megamind 3. Corpse Bride 4. Final Fantasy 7: Advent Children 5. James and the Giant Peach 6. Nightmare Before Christmas 7. Coraline 8. Dinosaur 9. Shrek 2 10. Kung Fu Panda 2 11. Sherman and Mr. Peabody

-Anime-

Animes I like before finding out they were Anime 1. Oban Star Racers 2. Shinzo

Favorite Animes (Limiting myself up to Thirty) 1. Kuroko no Basket 2. Fruits Basket 3. Yu-Gi-Oh 4. Yu Yu Hakusho 5. Samurai Deeper Kyo 6. Bleach 7. Gravitation 8. Junjo Romantica 9. Sekai-Ichi Hatsukoi 10. Princess Tutu 11. Slayers 12. Supernatural the Anime 13. Free! 14. Persona 4 15. Digimon 16. Inuyasha 17. Pokemon 18. Case Closed

Favorite NON-Animes (That can pass for anime style, at least what I think could pass) 1. Teen Titans (Not that shit Teen Titans Go) 2. Avatar the Last Airbender (I have not seen Korra. Also on a side note, this used to be in the anime section on Fanfiction.net when it first came out) 3. Samurai Jack 4. Ben 10 - Ben 10 Omniverse (Basically I mean anything BEFORE Ben 10 Omniverse) 5. Generator Rex 6. Powerpuff Girls Z 7. Code Lyoko

Favorite Voice Actors (Doing Japanese and English since I know very few XD Forgive my spelling errors) 1. Todd Haberkorn 2. Dan Greene 3. Johnny Yong Bosch 4. Vic Mignogna 5. Daisuke Namikawa 6. Konishi Katsuyuki 7. Romi Park 8. Yuri Lowenthral 9. Steve Staley 10. Cam Clarke 11. Greg Ayers* 12. Jerry Jewell 13. Eric Vale 14. Dave Wittenberg* 15. Tara Strong

-Mythology/Supernatural

Favorite Myths 1. The Jersey Devil 2. Hades/Persephone Myth

Favorite NON-Humanoid Magical/Mythical/Supernatural Creatures 1. Unicorn 2. Qilin/Krilin 3. Dragon 4. Cerberus (I can't find the official name) 5. The Jersey Devil 6. Perryton 7. Pegasus

Favorite Humanoid Magical/Mythical/Supernatural Creatures 1. Mermaid 2. Harpy 3. Centaur 4. Siren (Both winged and finned kinds)

-Random/One Category stuff-

Favorite Comedians 1. Gabriel Iglesias 2. Jeff Dunham 3. Bill Engvall 4. Jeff Foxworthy

Favorite Animals 1. Cats 2. Foxes 3. Wolves 4. Dogs 5. Ferrets* 6. Stoats* 7. Bats*

Favorite Foods 1. Buffalo Chicken Pizza (No Bleu Cheese, ONLY RANCH) 2. Beef Fajitas 3. Crunchwrap Supreme (I love Taco Bell!!) 4. Triple Chocolate Cake

Favorite Drinks 1. Peach Tea Snapple 2. Cherry Coke/Pepsi 3. Shirley Temple 4. Pure Leaf Unsweetened Tea 5. Strawberry Lemonade 6. Cherry Lemonade 7. Pure Leaf Peach Tea 8. Pure Leaf Fuji Apple Ginger Tea 9. Pure Leaf Cherry Hibiscus Tea*

#my stuff #my lists #lists

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dramioneasks · 5 years

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The Fool, the Emperor, and the Hanged Man

Rizzle’s The Dragon’s Bride and (WIP) Love in a Time of the Zombie Apocalypse are legendary epics and rightly so. Seems not that many newer readers are as familiar with her other Dramione epic, The Fool, the Emperor, and the Hanged Man, so recc'ing it here! Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12754739/1/The-Fool-the-Emperor-and-the-Hanged-Man

Edit: Thanks @elanorrin for pointing out that The Fool, The Emporer, and the Hanged Man is actually by ianthewaiting. This post was a submission, and we’ll be more careful about just posting them in the future.

#fic recommendation #classic fics #submission

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ratkingdad · 5 years

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Before(Critical Role Fic)

By: RatKingDad

Inspired by some the things I read on @tiamat-zx ‘s blog because honestly he seems to understand Beau better than anyone

Summary: Beau was used to leaving and being left,but maybe she isn’t so used to it anymore. Not now that she has a family that is.

Word Count: 5642

Read on AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17616608

Beau was something strong. Unshakeable. So why now was she shivering and hesitating?

You’re just checking up on them and then you’ll leave. You can always leave.

Leaving was something she had had to get used to.

Edgar Lionett had left Beauregard before he even realized it. He had abandoned her the second she did not come into the world as the son he had wanted. The son he had been promised. Beauregard's name was chosen for her long before she was born. Edgar was a young businessman at the time. The Lionett name was old money and he had hundreds of years of riches behind him. But, Edgar was an ambitious man, and so he wanted to make his own money, despite inheriting enough to not have to lift a finger in his life if he didn’t want to. He was hopeful that his winery would take off and that he would be able to pass a great deal of money onto his future son. Edgar had recently taken a wife in his mentor’s daughter, Samarah Kingston. Samarah was a sweet girl, shy and demure. The proper lady. She would make a lovely wife. Kamordah was full of wide-open fields, perfect for setting up a winery and so that is where he had moved his new family. There was a carnival in town, the weekend they had moved into their new home, or well fortress really. Edgar would spare no expense for his new life.

Edgar had not often found himself at carnivals through his lifetime. His father had considered them too dirty and rowdy for a respectable young gentleman. Generally, Edgar tried to live by his father’s words, but he figured nothing could go wrong if he went this one time. He had always had an independent streak, occasionally clashing with his parents, but never enough to be cut off of their payroll.As he walked through the lit up the town with his new bride on his arm, Edgar found himself entranced by the flashing lights and overwhelmed by the scents of foods and flowers. He may have gotten completely overwhelmed if not for the comforting weight of Samarah’s hand as she leaned over to a booth to buy him a flower. It was a bright vibrant blue, nearly matching that of Edgar’s eyes. A great warmth settled over him, and Edgar felt ultimately safe here. That was until a hand grabbed his shoulder. He was spun around to meet the eyes of a tall eleven man, his face painted to look like he was smiling permanently. The effect was unsettling, to say the least.

“Have you ever wondered about what your future may hold?” The man nearly crooned into Edgar’s ear in a strong Zemnian accent. Edgar, for all his faults, was not an idiot. He knew this man had clearly seen a young couple and decided to take advantage of their uncertainty about the future. He looked to Samarah in a silent request for approval and she nodded slightly against his shoulder in reply.

“How much will it cost?”, Edgar replied, ever the businessman.

“For you? Two silver, ”The still smiling man answered back. For anyone else, this may have seemed far too much for a silly parlor trick, but Edgar had money. Without hesitation, he handed over the coins and was drawn towards a table near the mouth of the circus tent. The elven man began laying out cards and lighting some kind of incense. The smell was sickly sweet and Edgar could feel it coating his throat and wrapping around his lungs.

A single card was laid in front of him. On it, a skeletal figure in a black robe reached out towards some unseen object.

“The past. Death, new beginnings. You have started a new chapter in your life, you have let go of the past in order to propel yourself into the future”

Edgar saw leaving his father’s home. He saw himself buying his acres of land. He saw himself marrying Samarah.

Another card, this time a woman wearing a crown with a hand on top of her belly, swollen with child.

“The present. The Empress, nurturing and caring, but stubborn. You are clinging to some fear of something. Or,”and he turned to Samarah, “It could mean fertility and pregnancy”

Edgar felt his heart stop. A child. He may be having a child. Of course, he would have Samarah looked at by a professional, he wasn’t willing to take the word of any old circus freak, but soon he was imagining Samarah’s stomach swelling over months, imagining seeing a son with Samarah’s beautiful green eyes and his own black hair. Perfect.

A third and final card was laid out. This depicted a man on a throne, a golden crown sat upon his head.

“The future, The Emporer. A strong and dominating male presence, Confidence, ambition, and success. You will be a great man. Be wary, however, this success may turn you arrogant and careless. Keep those you love safe, keep them close,” The man stated with a harsh finality to his tone. A male presence? A son, he realized. Somehow the warning about arrogance had gone in one ear and out the other, but he did not miss what he felt was the most important part. Protect his family. Protect his name. Protect his son. The son possibly growing inside his wife right now. He would protect him. Keep him close and never let the world hurt him.

Three months later, it was confirmed. Samarah was pregnant and they would have an heir to the Lionett name. Edgar was practically giddy, constantly kissing her stomach and listening for any sign of life whenever he could get away from his business. He was more successful than ever thought possible. Quickly he was making a name for himself among major winemakers.The Lionett name was more prestigious than ever. A name needed to be chosen for this spark of life. Beauregard, they decided. A strong name for a strong son. It meant “beautiful gaze” and Edgar could only hope that not only would the world look upon his son’s beauty, but that he would look upon the world with beauty in turn.

Then, Beauregard was not a son at all, but a daughter. At first, Edgar resolved to love her just the same but quickly found that raising a girl was much different than he had envisioned raising a son to be.

At three years old, Beauregard had run away for the first time. She was just a baby of course. She didn’t understand what she was doing. She ran as far as her little legs could carry her, which was not very far, but impressively further than most three years old girls. Her dad nearly had a heart attack. He searched for hours and hours until Beauregard was found up a tree nearly a quarter of a mile away from the home. This one is fast, he thought. They warned me not to leave her alone, he thought. If she was a boy, this would have no big deal. Little boys were rambunctious and adventurous, little fighter and soldiers. Every little boy ran away. But, Beauregard was to be a proper lady. Defiance would not be tolerated. He couldn't protect this little girl if she would not let him. As he looked upon the torn edges of the ornate gown that Beauregard's mother had been attempting to put her in before she bolted out of the door, Edgar Lionett knew that his daughter would always pose a problem. He would keep her locked up, to protect her, to keep her safe. Edgar thought his daughter should be like a fine statue, keep behind a locked door, only to be admired, never to be touched.

He had raised her with this mindset and that was his unforgivable sin. He tried to smooth out her edges before she had them and so only roughened her up. It started with simple deficiencies. She would only wear a dress if it was for a formal event. Then, she refused to wear a dress at all, something that made Samarah Lionett crazy. Soon, Beauregard was no longer Beauregard. She was Beau, she said. Beau. Saying the name felt like spitting poison off his tongue. Edgar much preferred Beauregard. When he said it, he could pretend that maybe she was the boy that the carnival man had promised. At some point he had come to the realization that his daughter would never be anything like what he needed or wanted for the family name. He made this no secret to Beau though, he couldn’t with a distaste so obvious. She never wished that she was a boy, but she knew that the fact that she was a girl was a horrible crime in her parent’s eyes. Beau knew they were frustrated with her, she knew she was a fuck-up, that she wasn’t what they wanted, that she wasn’t what anyone wanted. She almost felt bad for her parents. Even if they couldn’t have gotten a boy, why did they have to get a defective girl, like her, who could never be what she needed to be?

At 13, Beau ran away for the second time. She had been involved with smuggling for at least a year now, but she really messed up this time. A conflict with a “client” had gotten violent and Beau had found herself on the wrong end of a blade. There was a long cut up her torso, slowly oozing blood, dangerous but not deadly, and she couldn’t trust the family cleric to not report her instantly to the intimidating figure that was the Head of the Lionett household. Her father would find out. He would find out and he would lock her up and never let her out. No matter how gilded, a cage is still a cage. Beau was never meant to be locked up. She was born with roaring fire in her veins and stinging acid on her tongue and she was constantly moving and fighting and all she ever wanted was to keep running and never look back or stop. No matter how hard her parents tried to form her into a proper lady of her status, Beau was too brass and too loud and took up too much space and too much air. She wore pants and she tore up dresses and dolls and thought the perfume sprayed on all of her fucking clothes was disgusting. Flowers were shit and they were meant for someone who did not stick out in all places like a puzzle piece being shoved into the wrong place. So now she was doing just that, running and not looking back.

This plan, of course, didn’t work out. Apparently, a girl of notable status running through the town was some cause for concern among the citizens of Kamordah. She was quickly brought back to her father and braced herself as she waited in his study for him to arrive from a meeting where he was arranging a shipment to the coast of a couple dozen cases of Lionett’s Finest wine. Her father was a disciplined man. He did not scream nor did his face go red or his veins pop the way Beau’s did inevitably every time her temper flared.

“This can never happen again, you understand,” he said, pacing around the room. Beau’s head span as she tried to follow her father’s movement. “I have never been more embarrassed. People are going to think one of two things, they are either going to think that I am abusing or torturing you, a horrible untruth that would ruin me, ” Was it so untrue? “Or they are going to think the truth. You are ungrateful, Beauregard”, she flinched at her full name, a name meant for a boy, for someone who was not her, “I have given you the world and you have spit in my face. Is the world not enough for you? No. I think the truth is that you are not enough for the world. And you know this, Beauregard. Otherwise, you would not defy me so. You think you have to fight for a place in the world but the truth is, you already have a place and you seem to spend all of your energy trying to leave it. Your place is here, at the winery, with your mother and I. Now, stop bleeding on my armchair and see Marianna, ”Here, her father’s eyes flashed in concern, real concern, and Beau felt that maybe his words were true. He was just a dad trying to protect his daughter, for just a second. Then, his eyes hardened again and that man was gone. Replacing him was a businessman who saw her as nothing more than a liability and at that moment Beau found two truths about herself split between the two fathers she saw before her. She was ungrateful to a dad who was just trying to help her become better and she was a fuck-up to a father who she could ruin with her stupid fucking actions.

When she was 17, Beau left again, though not by choice this time.

She was pacing as she normally did when something was on her mind. Or when nothing was on her mind. Frankly, Beau went crazy when not in motion. Her thoughts were constantly racing and found it hard to pay attention to much that happened around her unless it directly related to her “work”. If she didn't keep focused when smuggling or any of the other activities that she had taken too, the price to pay would be far steeper than just her father's scolding at not paying attention to her numbers lessons. Today there actually was something to think about, though. Her father had been quiet lately. Too quiet. He said nothing at her five-day-old eyeliner, nor about how she wore loose and unflattering clothing. Mother still squawked and chirped at her appearance, but it seemed that maybe Father had given up. Beau didn’t know what was worse, her father’s constant disapproval and criticism, or his silence. She had even tried to start conversation herself, only to be quickly rebuffed.

“I have important work to do” He would wave her off with, or, “I’m meeting with someone very important in a few minutes,”. Beau did not miss the implication that she was not an important person or thing to her father. She did not miss how the people he met with were never ones he would name. Normally, Father would take any opportunity to name drop and gloat, but on these people, he had been oddly cagey about giving any information as to their identity. She felt like a fucking bomb was ticking and soon it would go off. Soon everything would blow up and Beau had no idea what would be in the wreckage, but she had a feeling she would be among the debris.

Then the timer ran out. In her circular path of walking back and forth was the main chamber where she spent any time that she was forced to be with her family. Beau stuck her head in and saw no one sitting in the large chairs or by the unlit fireplace. As she took a step, however, Beau found herself ambushed. Dark figures wrapped arms around her and soon she found herself tackled to the ground. Her head was violently jerked up to meet the now illuminated eyes of her father. Beau's eyes had always filled with fire easily on their own. Her father's however, were normally stony and yet here they reflected the fire place so well that for a second Beau wondered if maybe her and her father were more similar than she thought, a terrifying possibility. He leaned down slightly down to look her in the eye, that same soft real concern she had seen as a young teen flashed for just a second on his face, so quickly that Beau still doubted years later whether it had been there at all. Her mouth was gagged and she choked and screamed but little sound came out. She was fucking crying. She fucking hated crying, especially in front of people who didn’t deserve her damn tears but, dammit she was only a child and she was so scared and so hurt and she wanted her mom and dad except they were the ones who had done this. Beau caught her mother’s eye as she hid behind her father. Her mother was not a strong woman, bent easily in the iron will of father. Her father had had her kidnapped. She would be no help. And so Beau did want she did best and she tried to run away. She had tried to fight off those stupid fucking monks but they were trained and ripped as hell and as much as Beau could swing wildly, she was not trained for this.

When Beau was 20, she ran away for the last time. Her father had been wrong about the monks. They were historians yes, but they were also warriors and it seems that Father had thought that they would only find use for her in the library part. They tried to teach her discipline, yes. They tried to teach her book filing and history and languages. Beau, admittedly, didn’t find these lessons completely useless. She learned how to get the information she needed out of the bullshit she was being told. Learning Deep Speech was something that she would years down the line claim to be something she did out of boredom, but maybe, maybe she find out it a little interesting. She remembered the exact moment that she decided it was time to leave.

Beau’s mouth filled with blood and the coppery flavor was familiar, almost comforting. She tried to swallow it, to gain back some semblance of her dignity, but that only caused her to cough and choke and sputter more. The blood dripped out of her mouth without her permission and her instructor of the week (none could tolerate her any longer than that) tutted above her.

“You can’t just swing blindly, Beauregard,” Fucking Beauregard, the name spat with the same venom as her father always did, “You need to conserve your energy, your anger. Control it. Your fury is as much a weapon as your fists or your staff, but only if you learn how to use it. Spend it like currency”, The staff was something she had only gained three months ago. They had given it to her when she had been found punching her knuckles into bloody messes against a wall in the monastery. A failure. That’s what she was. It’s what she would always be. A failure to her father and to her trainers and to anyone who would ever meet her. She would never be one of these monk’s. They knew themselves, they could control their emotions and bodies in a way Beau could not comprehend. And you know what? Fuck them. They didn’t know her. They didn’t want to know her. Beau was blood and bile and gnashing teeth and flailing fists and she would never be Beauregard with soft blue uniforms and controlled fury and libraries and incense.

Then the letter came, that damned thing. Her parent finally had a son and they did not need this walking trash pile calling itself their daughter anymore. They gave her no details on her brothers name or the date of his birth or his height and weight and Beau felt another shred of her heart break. She didn’t need it anyways. Beau was resolved to never need love or validation because she would never get it and that’s just the way she had been built. You can’t build a beautiful house on cracked foundations and Beau knew she was more shattered than cracked so fuck idioms anyways.

That night she packed what few possessions she had and ran as far away from Zadash as she possibly could, stopping for some supplies (mostly dried meat and booze) and "company" at one of many establishments in the city that offered said services on the way. By the time the sun rose in the morning, Beau was far south enough that she felt secure in the fact that none of the monks would go looking for her. Certainly, they didn't care enough to actually bother to chase a person who had spent three years completely failing to be taught their ways.

So yeah, Beau had now failed two groups of people.

Life- 2, Beau-0

Then, when Beau was 23 her whole life changed.

It had started off simple enough. A job for some fisherman in Trostenwald, fighting a snake for his daughter. Nothing more than she had done before.

But then there was the two people doing the job with her. They were traveling to some magic academy (She could act like she had never heard of it, but she had because she listened and learned from the people she sold wine to and then the monks and the library patrons and the people she had been getting mercenary jobs from).

The half-orc man was interesting enough. He was shy and unsure of his seemingly new powers, but at the same time naturally fell into leading the trio. Fjord, he said his name was in a drawl that made him seem sweeter than the falchion he could summon from midair should allow him to be. He was, objectively, quite handsome, though obviously not Beau’s type, and he easily charmed them into a couple cheap rooms for the night. Later, he helped her to not be such an asshole and she would be privy to his blossoming as a warlock. As they boarded a ship, Beau truly saw Fjord in his prime of leadership and power and childlike wonder all wrapped into one person and Beau wonders how this man has become a brother, more family than her real family. Perhaps that’s why it hurt so much when he told her that she could only get one family. Because why couldn't he see that she didn't want that family, that blood meant nothing to her because when she thought about her father she could feel their shared blood burning like acid through her veins like it was poisoned or like it wasn't meant for her? Why didn’t he love her? These thoughts were unfounded she knew, but that old familiar mantra of worthless,unlovable,asshole creeped slowly in. Later, when Beau says “ Can I be your first mate?” she means Let me prove myself to you or Let me help you or Please find value in me and when Fjord agrees and begins to show her the ropes (literally and figuratively) it feels like he heard.

The tiefling was something else entirely. Bubbly and fun and seemingly determined to make Beau smile no matter how determined she was to scowl through this job without getting attached, and beautiful. Her voice was a contrast to Fjord’s, not smooth and dark but lilting with odd inflections and a bright tone and and even brighter laugh. Jester, and gods how fitting. A virtue name that the woman gave herself, determined to spend her life making other happy and Beau’s first thought is not How noble or How beautiful but How tragic to waste your life trying to help other people when you should only be concerned about yourself . Later, Jester will be the first person that she says “ I love you” to and certainly the first to respond in kind. Beau would eventually see that she was half right and maybe Jester should look after herself more often, but she loved the way that Jester always tried to lighten the mood among their group of broken edges roughly glued into the frame of a broken family portrait. Later, Beau would say, “Motion sickness?” and she would mean Take the burden of caring off of your shoulder and onto mine or Let me into that wonderful mind of yours and show me edges that are just as broken as anyone else's or Let me soothe those edges until they are gone and you are as happy and peaceful as you deserve and when Jester wraps her arms around Beau from behind it feels like she heard.

And then they meet Caleb and Nott.

Caleb who calls her Beauregard but its soft and accented and respectful and anything other than venomous. She finds that she can not find it in herself to hate the sound when she’s looking into broken blue eyes and shaggy red hair. Caleb is her greatest risk. He wants to leave. Just like Beau always has. He opens up to her in a way that no one has ever treated her with information anymore. But Caleb sees the intelligent part of Beau, hungry for information in the same way he is, but through secrets not books. He sees how giving her the knowledge she wishes for will get him the knowledge he wants (and of course he was only telling her so he could get into the Archives but why did it still sting). Caleb would prove to be another person to love in a dark field in a dark place when she felt the cold sting of grief in her chest and he helped to guide what was left of their group (Three not four never four again and its Beau’s fault and she just wants to scream and punch and fuck and drink) to reclaim the others. When he yells at her outside a wizard’s tower and she yells back it feels like yelling at her father and neither of them can hear each other. But then, Caleb apologizes which her father never would have done and she comforts him which she never would have done before. Later when they’re in Felderwin and she begs,“Don’t run”, she means Don’t leave me please or I want to take care of you or I love you or a whole shit ton of words that she has never learned how to say to people like Caleb and herself (because Ioun forgive her they are so similar) but, when Caleb nods his head and mumbles quiet, "Okay", it feels a lot like he heard her.

Nott is more odd. She somehow trusts Beau even less than Caleb and that’s saying something. Nott’s trust is not a thing easily won and honestly Beau respects that. And when Nott makes her promise to protect Caleb she does it without hesitation because who is she to take another child away from their mother.(She does not admit that it feels like she stole her mother’s first son by being born). So she does what she can to help Nott, but feels her scorn at every turn. When Nott shoots a crossbow bolt into her ribs just to see Caduceus heal it feels no more or less painful that her mother shooting glares at her across long banquet tables for being too loud and garish and happy. When Nott calls her a failure and a fuck up she knows that she is not wrong and when she calls her ugly she knows it shouldn’t hurt the way it does because Beau isn’t supposed to care about her appearance (Except she does and she knows she’s unpleasant to look at because that’s what her mother always told her) and she knows that Nott doesn’t mean it, is only defending Caleb, but that doesn't make it any less hurtful. The pain is only relieved by Jester’s insistence that it isn’t true and that Beau is instead beautiful and how the pun doesn't not esacpe her, nor does Jester's blush when she blows a kiss back. Then, Nott has a real son and she isn’t even a goblin and this is too fucking much. In the cavern, Beau sees Nott collapse in the flames and can only imagine a son without his mother, her brother wihtout her mother, and Caleb without his caretaker, and she runs into the fire not caring about her vaporizing arms wraps or her blistering arms. When Beau says “ Do you want to be called Veth?” she means I love you even if neither of us are ready for that yet or I have protected your sons and I’m gonna protect your husband and I’m gonna protect you too or I see you Nott the Brave or Veth Bernatto or whatever you wish to be and when Nott responds, "Not until I'm me again", it feels a lot like she heard all of that.

And there was Molly. Was. There would never be Molly again and who’s fucking fault was that Beau. Molly had come into her life with tarot cards in hand and she fucking hated tarot cards. They stear people in the wrong direction and they tell people they are going to have sons and then they have daughter who they scold and send away and try to fit into molds that she will never fit into. Molly was determined to leave places better than he found them and at first Beau thought it was ridiculous. Molly is functionally a fucking infant and how can he even know what the world is like with only two years of experience with it. Then, Molly was dead and Beau wasn’t a place but he had certainly left her better than he found her. She took what he taught her and became something to be proud of. Before, when Beau had said “What if you never had a childhood because your childhood was supposed to be someone else's?” she may have been drugged up, but she meant Don’t leave me, everyone else has or I need someone like you or I'm so fucking lonely and when Molly responded with "Who hurt you?" it almost felt like he heard her. But, clearly he didn’t because weeks later he left her and then she left him, only his coat marking where he used to laugh and breathe.

Caduceus joined them when Molly left. He was not a replacement, no one could replace Molly. Cad was something the whole group needed. He was a rock and and a shelter with tea and kinds words. Beau had never met someone like him who had such a wonderful childhood. She heard his stories of brothers and sisters and mothers and fathers and her heart ached a little for the life she never got to have. So of course it was natural that Cad would want to protect his home from the ever growing corruption, no matter how foreign the concept of attaching oneself to a place was to Beau. On the boat he provided further comfort, the only person to truly acknowledge just how fucking hard Beau was trying to be good at being good. He found her truths refreshing and he let her talk to the wizard because he trusted Beau. Beau thought that maybe she would never be attached to a place like him, but maybe Cad and the rest of the Nein could be her place to anchor. No one has ever trusted her before Cad. She was always too dishonest or too honest and she's adapted to this by learning half truths and how to lie without lying. Later, when Cad points at her to come into the tower with him she hopes her look shows that she means Thank you for giving me a chance or Thank you for trusting me or Thank you for thinking of my bad parts as good but different parts and when he defends her to Nott it sounds a lot like he read her mind.

Yasha of course came with Molly. She was the most painful of them all. She came and left at random intervals and left Beau grasping at air that tasted like ozone in her wake. At first the attraction had only been physical. After all, Beau had never been in a serious relationship of any kind let alone romantic. But, Yasha was more than just some (admittedly mouth watering) arms. She was delicate and gentle with flowers pressed into a book and precise hand shaving Caleb’s face. She was fury and raw power, roaring in battle and tearing enemies in half with black wings unfurled. She was devoted and loyal at the beck and call of her god. Most of all, Yasha was safety. Beau was beginning to realise that those arms weren’t just great to feel but maybe to create a home in. She loved her. Not in the soft way she loved Jester or the testy way she loved Nott, but in a romantic sense and holy shit that’s scary. And Yasha had a wife, a wife who she was committed to until death. Yasha was split in between her burgeoning love for Beau and her every burning love for Zualla, and what kind of a fucking asshole would Beau be to try and get Yasha to pick herself. When she locks eyes with her in battle she doesn’t need words but she means I will wait for you or I’ll be here when you stop leaving or I love you and I’m afraid of you and Yasha only nods in a way that tells Beau that she heard her loud and clear.

All of this has lead her to where she is now, standing outside of her parent’s door way. The Xhorhasian army is coming and they need to know. Her arms shakes and she turns around to see the encouraging faces of her new family. She gets up the resolve she needs and knocks. And this time, she’s not leaving until they listen.

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