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oosleepyfaeoo · 2 months

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A Kiss Is All I Need

Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Chapter One

Summary: 2 months ago, Alys, the love of his life, broke up with him. Their relationship of five years gone by a simple farewell note that she left on their, well now his, penthouse. 2 months crying and feeling like shit but that all stopped when he meet you on that dreadful clothing store.

Warnings: Some angst, Aegon being the wingman, she/her pronouns, slow burn, eventual smut

Words: 2k

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A/N: English is not my main language so i apologize for bad grammar but i hope you still like it! Feel free to reblog and comment! It would make me really happy to know you guys thoughts (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

“Seriously, Aemond. Relax a little.” Aegon drawls, eyeing his little brother carefully.

Aemond stood beside his brother, tense as a rock, contemplating his surroundings while his long pale fingers toy with his old, stained t-shirt. They currently stood in the middle of the clothing store, waiting for their sister Helaena while she chose some new and clean clothes for Aemond.

His siblings finally, after a month of rotting in his penthouse, dragged him out of the house to get some fresh air and apparently, some new clothes.

Aemond just shot his brother a glare and continued nervously toying with his t-shirt. Aegon rolls his eyes. “She did a number on you, didn’t she?” He says with a small frown.

2 months ago, Alys, the love of his life, broke up with him. Their relationship of five years gone by a simple farewell note that she left on their, well now his, penthouse. He still remembers how his heart beat so fast against his ribcages while he searched the whole house for her, noticing that all her clothes and jewelry (which he gifted to her) were gone.

He met her at one of his family company parties. Alys was the secretary of Lyonel Strong. Aemond was completely in awe with her when his eye landed on her, the way she moved so gracefully, and how her green eyes sparkled with mischief and wisdom.

When they made their relationship public, it was quite a shock for everyone, especially his mother. He was 23 and she was 35 at the time which was entirely understandable since they had a big age gap, twelve years to be precise.

“I don’t want to talk about her.” Aemond murmurs, trying his hardest to not think about Alys.

Aegon sighs and wraps his arm around his brother's shoulders. “I know you don’t... But try to loosen up a little.” He looks at Aemond worriedly. “Everyone is worried about you... Seven Hells, even Jace, and Luke are worried-”

Aemond looked down with a frown when suddenly he felt a gentle pull on his jeans. By his feet was a little girl dressed in a princess costume, full of pink and sparkly glitter. Her black hair hangs in two cute pigtails and a small simple tiara on top of her head.

The child looks carefully at Aemond, her eyes fixed on his eyepatch. “Are you a pirate?” She asks with an excited grin, her big round eyes shining in mischief.

Aegon burst out laughing while Aemond just stood there, looking down at the small girl in shock.

She huffs in annoyance and pulls the fabric of his jeans again. “Well?”

Noticing that Aemond does not intend to answer the poor girl, Aegon kneels beside the girl and gives her a kind smile.

“Sorry kid but he’s no pirate.” His answer made the girl frown in disappointment. “But he’s a Prince!” Now that made her look at Aemond in surprise and then back at Aegon, eyeing carefully.

“If he’s a Prince then why he doesn't smile?” She asks.

That pierce a little Aemond’s heart. Kneeling, he grabbed her small hand and gave her a small smile. “I’m sad... So that’s why I don’t smile much, little Princess.”

The girl giggles at her nickname but quickly disappears as she frowns, looking into his eye intensely. Then she took a step forward, placed her tiny hands on his cheeks, and kissed the point of his nose. Aemond stood very still, his eye wide in surprise at the girl's gesture.

She pulls back and smiles in excitement. ��There! A kiss always pushes the sadness away!” The girl says proudly. “My mommy always kisses me whenever I'm sad or hurt.”

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“Em!” You call while looking everywhere in the clothing store for your daughter. “Emily! Where are you?!”

You can’t take that girl anywhere without getting a panic attack. You love to the death, she was your sun and moon but sometimes you wish that your daughter wasn't so adventurous. You were finishing a client order when you noticed your daughter leaving the bakery and running into the clothing store right in front. This made you leave everything that you were doing and run after her.

Sighing in relief, you spot her by the men's section talking to 2 silver-headed men. “Emily!” You breathe out as you kneel and pull her into a hug. “Don’t you ever disappear on me again! Mommy’s heart can’t handle any more surprise adventures.”

Your daughter grins at you and points to the man with an eyepatch. “Mommy I found a Prince!” She says excitedly. “Don’t worry, he’s not a pirate.” She whispers that part to you which makes you chuckle.

You stood up, holding Emily in your arms. “I’m so sorry. I hope my daughter didn’t bother you too much.” You apologize.

The handsome eyepatch man stood still looking down at you. A light blush appears on your face as you study his face properly. He was tall, really tall, with beautiful silky long silver hair that was loosely braided. His features were sharp which made him even more attractive. His eye was colored in a lovely ice blue shade with a hint of light purple. A black eyepatch covers his other eye, and you notice a long scar coming out of it down to his cheek. He was dressed in a simple green t-shirt (which seems to have seen better days) some black jeans, and black Doctor Martens.

He seemed nervous as he began playing with his fingers. “Huh... It’s no problem. Your daughter is a very sweet child.” he smiles softly.

“Mommy! Mommy! The Prince was sad so I kissed his nose like you do to me when I'm sad or hurt. And now he’s happy!” Emily giggles while resting her head on your shoulder.

“That’s very sweet of you, Em... But you can’t go wander off and kiss strangers.” You sigh while giving an apologetic look to the silver-headed man. “You know that while mommy is working, you need to stay with Maria.”

Emily rolls her eyes and pouts. “Ugh, but Maria is boring! She stays in front of the computer all day and does nothing... I much prefer staying at home, at least I could play with Pumpkin.”

You adjust her tiara on her head and kiss her forehead gently. “I know but I can’t let you be at home alone, sweetheart.”

While you scold your daughter, trying to convince her to stay with your employee. Aegon stays silent studying the scene before him. He had noticed how Aemond suddenly couldn’t take his eye off you or how his pale cheeks suddenly turned pink when you smiled gently at him.

Aegon also noticed you eyeing his little brother which made him grin mischiefly. Oh, he had a plan forming in his head. A BIG plan.

“Excuse me, I don’t mean to intrude but it seems you are in need of a babysitter for this lovely Princess,” Aegon says while smiling at Emily who grins at him. He wraps his arm around Aemond’s shoulders and pulls him to his side. “My baby brother, Aemond, is in need of a job and he’s great with kids. He usually babysits our nephews. So, he knows how to take care of children.”

Aemond shot Aegon a glare and opened his lips to disagree with whatever his brother had in mind, but Aegon just smiled at him and stepped on his foot to silence him.

“So, what do you think?” Aegon grins down at you.

You frown gently. It’s true that you seriously needed a babysitter for Emily, but you don’t have time to look for one since being a single mother and owning a bakery occupy your days. Also, it’s hard to trust a stranger to look after your kid. Your friend, Nat, tried to convince you to hire a babysitter after Emily turned one year old but you quickly refused, saying that you could perfectly manage taking care of Emily and your business alone.

Oh boy, how wrong you were. Since Emily started walking, your life has been a nightmare. She was like a ninja. One minute she was there and the next, she was gone. Every day you would have to run off from your work to go find her. She loves exploring and she makes sure you know that, every, single, day.

Maybe Nat is right.

“Okay,” You sigh. Aegon clapped in victory and smiled at his brother. “But I will be needing an interview with Aemond. To see if he has the training that is needed to look after a child.”

“Of course! When?” Aegon asked while Aemond just stood there petrified.

“Tomorrow at 2 pm.” You took your business card and gave it to Aemond. “You will find me in my bakery shop. It’s right in front of this store.”

Aemond nodded and took your card. “Thank you... I’ll be there.”

You smile gently and say your goodbyes, taking Emily back to your shop. “Bye Bye Prince!” The girl waved to him with a toothless smile which made Aemond smile gently and wave back.

When you and Emily are out of the clothing store, Aemond turns to his brother and slaps roughly on his shoulder. “What in the actual fuck was that, Aegon?!” He growled.

Aegon hissed in pain and pouted. “Ouch!... Is this how you thank your big brother for getting you a date with that hot girl?!”

Aemond rolls his eye. “By making me a babysitter?” He sighs. “Look Aegon, I'm not ready to be with someone yet... Also, did you not think that maybe she has a husband?”

Aegon grins at him. “No ring on her finger so she’s probably single. And you are more than ready to be with someone... It’s been two months since you and Alys broke up, you had your time weep and now it’s time to go back into action.”

Helaena pops beside Aegon with her arms full of clothes that she chooses for Aemond. “Our little brother has a date tomorrow!” Aegon claps excitedly.

Helaena gasps in surprise and then looks back to the clothes in her arms and back to Aemond, frowning gently. “We need more clothes.” She whispers while going back into the clothing store with Aegon on her trail.

Aemond sighs in defeat but a tiny smile appears on his thin lips. He’s not going to lie, you seem really interesting.

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sturniololoco · 2 months

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can you do one where justin is in la visiting and all the boys start doing stuff (going out to eat, going shopping, etc) all without her and she starts to feel left out so she isolates herself until chris starts to notice and does something to make her feel better (her and chris are the closest)

Left Out

Sturniolo Little Sister (SLS) x The Sturniolo triplets

warnings: crying, angriness, jealousy, fluff, etc.

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SLS’s POV

Today was a big day for my brothers and I: My oldest brother Justin was flying into LA to spend the week with us.

We were in the car, heading to the airport to pick him up.

Nick pulled out the camera and began filming an intro to the blog they were filming while he’s here.

“Are you excited?” Nick asked me, leaning over and holding the camera to show the both of us in selfie position.

“Heck yes!” I said, leaning over and smiling into the lenses with Nick.

“That’s good because we’re almost there!” Matt said as we passed under the green sign that said we were taking the exit to get to the airport.

“Hey guys!” Justin said as he saw us parked in the back of the parking garage.

He gave each of my brothers a hug, smiling into the camera that Nick had rolling.

I sat there excitedly, waiting for my hug from my big brother.

But it didn’t come.

“Sis, you cool with sitting in the back?” Chris asked me as he put the very back seat down before throwing Justin’s bags in the trunk.

“Oh-um yeah.” I said, not seeming like I had much of a choice, I quietly climbed in the back of the car.

I was pretty quiet on the ride home, giving up on trying to but into the conversation.

As we pulled into the driveway, everyone got out, except for me who was waiting for Chris to put the seat down so I could climb out.

But he didn’t.

He walked inside, carrying Justin’s backpack as they walked inside, leaving me in the car.

I tried to tell for him, text him, call him, but I didn’t get any response.

I eventually sighed and spent the next 10 minuets forcing my body through the small opening between the headrests to get into the trunk.

I eventually got and found the emergency exit button in the trunk.

“Mother fucker,” I mumbled under my breath as I rubbed my knee that I banged on the window of the car.

“What happens to you?” Chris laughed as I walked in, an unpleasant look on my face.

I rolled my eyes and mumbled,

“I’m gonna take a shower, I’ll be right back.”

After doing my skincare and hair routine and getting into some cozy pj’s, I walked down stairs,

To be met with an abandoned house.

I looked around, checking my brothers room which we’re completely empty.

After defending the stairs to the garage, I found that my brothers left me here by myself.

I had no notification from them either.

I slouched down on the couch and pulled out my phone, dialing Nick.

He didn’t answer till about 20 minutes later.

“Where the fuck are you?!” I shouted into the phone, letting my anger out.

“okay, chill the fuck out.” He said sarcastically back to me.

I rolled my eyes and responded.

“You just left me here! Where did you go?”

“We took Justin out to dinner and we’re on the way to top golf now.” He said.

At this, I felt my hear shatter.

I quickly hung the phone up, not even responding.

I willed the tears not to come, but they did anyways. They rolled down my face as I though about how they just left me out.

They didn’t even bother telling me! Justin hasn’t even talked to me once.

As the tears kept falling, I feel myself drifting off to sleep.

I feel myself being picked up and carried up the stairs. I open my eyes to see myself pressed against Chris’s chest.

“Shhh, go back to sleep.” He said as he opens my door and walked me to my bed.

As he played me down, he pressed a kiss to my forehead, saying his good nights.

But then it came flooding back to me.

I feel the tears come again as he pulls away. He noticed and kneeled down beside me, brushing some hair out of my face.

“Hey, what’s wrong sweet girl.” He asked, grabbing my hand and looking at me with a sad face.

“Y-You guys just left me here! A-And I was scared when Nick didn’t answer. And Justin doesn’t even wanna see me, he’s only here to see you guys and I-“

I began to rant, letting my feeling pour out. He climbed into bed next to me and pulled me into a hug, saying,

“Shhh, I promise that’s not true. And I’m so sorry we left you bud.” I nodded into his chest, hugging him back tightly.

As I drifted off to sleep again, I hear Chris’s soft words say,

“tomorrow will be a better day. I promise.”

The next morning, I was being lightly shook awake.

I opened my eyes to see Justin’s smiling at me.

“C’mon! We’re gonna go get donuts!” He whispered, signaling that it might be early.

I quickly shot up, smiling before throwing on a hoodie and following him out to the car.

“Hey kid, I just wanted to say I’m sorry. We left you out and I feel really bad.” Justin said as we pulled out of the Duncan drive through.

he grabbed my hand and gave it a little squeeze before looking at me with a sympathetic smile.

I smiled back, but mine was sincere.

I didn’t say anything, all I did was lean into him, resting my head in his shoulder as he held my hand.

“I love ya kiddo.”

Note: kinda short fluffy one. I’ll have some GOOD fics out tomorrow 😏

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the-faceless-bride · 3 months

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What does she have...

Johnny 'soap" Mactavish × (obsessive?) Reader

Plot: Johnny 'John' Macravish. The man you've been in love with since you were 13 years old. The boy next door who promised to protect you, care about you, and be by your side. Promised to be your best friend. Grown up together and still close to this day. Only you want to be more, but... It seems he just can't leave behind the free life, sleeping where he wants, when he wants with who he wants... He needs more than you. And you just can't expect that.

Warnings: Angst, Hurt/no comfort/comfort, unrequited love, swearing, mentions of sex, Sex, seeing the man you love with someone else, Civilian reader, friends to lovers?, mentions of abuse, Johnny gets hurt at some point.

A/n: this will have a choose-your-path style to it, cuz I find interaction fun! And a pick your ending. I listened to 'Put Me in a Movie' by Lana on repeat while making this. Slowed and reverbed.

You had been in love with him as long as you. Would remember. Your mom's being close friends and all. You'd grown up practically in the same house. And you'd loved every second of it.

It broke your heart when he first told you he was joining the military. That was the first time you and him had ever fought. But you still remember it like it was yesterday.

"Why do you care so much?!" he screamed at you. An uncomfortable silence followed, you wanted to tell him. 'I'm in love with you, I care for you, I just want you to be safe. Can't you be here safe... With me?' but instead, you had stupidly said, 'You're like my brother. I wouldn't want my brother to get hurt.' you regret not telling him that night, either our come would've spared you years of her break...

But today you'd been ecstatic, Johnny was coming home today. He had sent you the letter and that some squad mates would stay! You were excited to meet everyone... At first...

When everyone had set down the bags and you saw that shaggy mohalk you came running down the steps of Johnny's house.

Johnny and you had a comfortable dynamic between the two of you. You had your little apartment for one that you stayed at when Johnny was home from his missions. But while he was gone you stayed in his house, keeping the dust bunnies away and his house warm.

Neither of you minded the agreement. You especially, you got to lay in his bed every night. Thinking and dreaming what it would be like to go to bed and wake up next to him.

You hugged Johnny and he laughed at you almost knocking him over, his sweet laughter... His smell, his voice... "miss me lassy? Heh-" his silly teasing, a perfect moment...

"who's your little friend?" a moment ruined by the sound of another woman's voice. You jumped back to look at her, "this is [Name], my good friend. Practically my little sister-" aaannd there it was. That gut-wrenching feeling of another needle stabbing your heart.

This woman was tall, very muscular, and had a scar under her left eye. Blonde hair and the most beautiful green eyes you'd ever seen.

And you knew instantly what her 'relationship' with Johnny was. They were always the same.

Every mission he came back from he had a pretty woman aside him. Sometimes from the mission, other just a girl he found at the local pub after a drink with his mates.

Always another pretty woman. But never you.

You went home and cried every time.

"It's nice to meet you all," you said with a smile, hoping his teammates wouldn't notice the slight drop in your mood knowing a woman was with them. They had all kindly introduced themselves, except the big one with the mask, he just stared at you. You couldn't tell what he was thinking behind those dark eyes.

"I'm Gaz, it's nice to meet you! We were just gonna set our things inside and head for a drink would you like to come?"

While a drink would be nice you learned your lesson. You had only been around Johnny when he was drunk twice. Both times ended with you crying.

The first time, you had gone out with him to celebrate his return. It was going smoothly and you were having fun. Seeing the Man you love having fun, being alive. But it quickly went south when you excused yourself to the bathroom. When you came back Johnny had a woman on his arm, Dancing and whispering in her ear. Kissing her neck, letting her rake her fingernails down his strong chest.

You felt sick. You rushed back to his house and ended up crying yourself to sleep in a guest room. But being woken up to the sickening sound of that woman moaning Johnny's name.

And the second time...

"oh no thank you, I just finished tidying up here and I gotta get home to my cat." you joked and he thankfully accepted your excuse. Johnny didn't even notice you leaving...

You couldn't sleep, you laid awake wondering what it was like to be that woman. To be fucked into the mattress by Johnny. Your Johnny.

You'd dreamed and fantasized about it many many times. To kiss him. To hold him. To moan for him. A dream you touched yourself every night too. It made you feel less lonely.

You wondered if when lying in his bed she smelled your perfume?

You had a very specific perfume, you had been wearing it every day since you were 16, you'd worn it once and Johnny had said you 'smelled nice' and since then you'd only ever wear That specific scent.

In your mind, when he smelled that scent he would always think of you. And you had slept on his bed every night since he had been gone, you know you still lingered on his sheets.

You'd always wondered if Johnny... Liked... The smell of you on his bed. You knew he knew you slept in his bed, instead of one of the guest beds he had in his home. But he had never once told you to stop... Maybe he liked it?... Maybe...

For a moment you reviled in the idea that while she was being fucked, her head shoved into the pillows she'd be forced to smell you lingering on his sheets. Maybe if you were right the smell might... Make him think of you... If only for a moment... Maybe...

You sigh.

Why couldn't it just be you? What did all those other women have... That you didn't?

Why couldn't he... Just pick you?

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warringwarrioridiot · 16 days

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“In a blink of an eye, grief turned to rage.”

TW: SA, forced pregnancy, Abortion, Suicide, Murder (vengeance), Serial Murders, a lotta death, emotional damage, just some screwed up stuff.

Taiga was born in Naples, Italy. She is the daughter of Matteo and Lillith DeMarco. She is rumored to have a sister named Rosa..

Her family moved to Japan when she was 8 so her father could open up a restaurant called "Mamma Stella's" after their honorable ancestor.

Taiga then met Amai Yumemite, a girl with stunning green eyes and freckles that decorated her pretty face.

Amai lived alone, she had nobody to call a friend until she met Taiga.

Taiga soon began to fall in love, but kept it a secret for so long.

When Taiga turned 10, she traveled all the way to America to visit her sister, who was a show girl.

Never would she have expected to come back to a complete nightmare.

After Taiga returned, she immediately ran to Amai's house with a shit-eating grin on her face and two souvenirs in her pocket.

When she opened the door, she saw Amai covered in blood and holding a crumpled fetus.

The sight of all the blood made Taiga's stomach churn..

Taiga ran to her best friend's side, frantically asking about what happened.

Only to look into a pair of lifeless green eyes.

The sight made her nauseous and so, so sad..

She noticed a letter, and opened it with shaky hands.

"It was a monster. He raped me. He broke down my door and he pinned me down. I couldn't stop him."

“I can't bear the pain, I can't do it. I'm sorry. I love you, Taiga.”

Taiga had been clutching Amai's body while sobbing hysterically when her father came in.

What happened after that was a complete blur..

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“Do you know who I am?”

Taiga asked the trembling man at her feet, her voice laced with venomous rage. She had gone to place after place to find the monster that took away her beloved friend. Blood had been shed, lives had been lost..

All because of this disgusting creature.

The man shook his head with fear written all over his sickening face, crying out in pain when Taiga's small hand crushed his fingers.

She grabbed him by his freshly cut hair and pulled him close, her plum-red eyes filled with pure hatred. The image of Amai's lifeless body haunted her thoughts like a ghost, reminding her of the day she lost something she promised never to let go of..

In the blink of an eye, grief had turned to rage.

“Take a good look.. I'm gonna be the last thing you'll ever see.”

Taiga hissed out, ignoring his desperate pleas for mercy while she grabbed the special hairpin she had gotten for Amai and pointed it at him.

Screams tore out of his throat as she carved into his flesh, blood soaking the floor as she pulled away from him.

A chuckle slipped past her lips as she looked down at him with a sadistic smile that could make the strongest man piss himself.

The blade-like hairpiece, now coated in blood, repeatedly impaled the man in a cruel form of revenge.

Stab.

Blood gushed out of every wound Taiga left, the pain searing through his sanity as he cried out for mercy.

But Taiga would never stop.

No.. she enjoyed this too much.

It was like a drug. Hearing his cries of pain, giving him the same pain Amai had felt, it was exhilarating to the core.

She was so caught up in her own joy, she didn't realize the man had passed out from all the blood loss.

It was a wonder that he didn't die from it all.

Taiga's expression returned to it's chilling form as she scowled at the sight of the unconscious figure.

“Pathetic.” She spat, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him towards the alleyway she had cornered him in.

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After that, the man had killed himself to stop the nightmares he had of Taiga.

Taiga never stopped the torture, though.

She just moved on to different subjects and "tested" their tolerance.

Her family had no idea about it. Taiga had lied and told them she was going to study zoology in Tokyo.

(She would eventually do that after the infinity castle arc)

#i need therapy #demon slayer #kny #warringwarrioridiot #thank you #taiga demarco #taiga #oc info #oc story #oc rp #ocs #kny oc #oc art #my ocs #oc #TW

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nescaveckwriter · 4 months

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Paintbrushes and Romance - Chapter 2 0 - 🐞💕

Dean x Reader

A/N: It's here my bugsies🐞💕 the wedding, I'll suggest you grab a nice cup of hot cocoa and a box of tissues 🤭🥲🥰🐞

Side Note: I can't believe my first ever written story, has made it this far, I feel so blessed with all the love and support from y'all 🥰🐞(of course I'm not crying 😭 you are😂)

Warning: Just pure fluff, and some happy tears🐞🥰

Thank you for loving me, even though, I've ran away, messed everything up, and managed to still blame you sometimes for stuff going wrong, Babe, you have given me more in this life than I could ever ask, you've given me, love, laughter, a chance to really have the life I've dreamt of as a little girl, Dean my love, you came into my life in the most unexpected way, in a coffee shop, somehow it feels like ages ago, we've changed, we've grown, we've gotten older, we have a life together, we have a beautiful house, on a lovely piece of land, but in all honesty, I would love you even if we never fix all the leaks on the roof, I would love you, if we stayed in the impala, my love, I would choose you a million times over, even with all the stuff we both went through, I'd choose you time and time again, see babe, with your emerald green eyes, and that stupid mischievous smile of yours, you stole my heart, I guess what trying to say is, that you are my home, no matter where we are.

''Urgh. I can't say that, it sounds so freaking cheesy'' agitated, crumbling up the piece of paper and throwing it in the corner of the bedroom.

''Sweetie, are you okay'' a sweet smile on Caroline's face.

Tears welling up in her eyes ''No mom, I'm not, everything's a disaster, why did we say we are going to write our own vows? And to top off the damn cheesy wedding vows, I'm afraid my dress aren't going to fit, I'm going to throw up in front off everybody, this morning sickness is killing me, and I'm just.. just a mess''

Looking at her daughter in her bride to be gown, shaking her head ''Sweetie, you look beautiful, your dress is going to fit perfectly, your not even showing yet'' laughing now '' and as for the wedding vows, it can be as cheesy as you want it to be, as long as it comes from your heart, and we both know your morning sickness will pass in a sort little while, Eileen went to fetch you some ginger tea, okay''

Sighing, wiping her tears away. ''Thank you Mom, nobody really warns you about the crazy hormones when your pregnant.''

''Sweetie, you've always been a bit a little more emotional'' letting out giggle

Glancing at her mom, then breaking out in laughter. ''Yes Mom your right, I am being over dramatic aren't I?''

''I won't answer that if I were you, Mom'' Joe teased.

The three of them laughed. Joe looked at his sister, who's make-up and hair aren't done yet. He starts teasing her ''Oh poor bastard, he's going to stand at the altar thinking you're not going to show up''

Clicking her tongue, with a twinkle in her eyes, ''I still have loads of time, now go! I need to get ready''

Hearing Joe's laughter helps to calm her nerves, inhaling through her nose and exhaling through her mouth, ''I am being over dramatic, now lets start celebrating with some alcohol free champagne and good music,'' getting up, walking to were her wedding dress is still nicely wrapped up, feeling the excitement pulsing through her veins, ''I'm getting married, today'' letting out laughter.

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''Dammit Sammy, I can't find the rings, I knew I put it on the bedside table!'' running his hand over his face

''Dude, breathe, you gave the rings to Cas, remember'' letting out a snort

Dean sighs ''Oh yes, your right, hell I need a drink, I can't believe I'm so nervous.''

Putting his hand on his brother's shoulder, his voice sincere, ''Dean the two of you are made for each other, today is going to be perfect''

''Thanks man, there's a part of me, that thinks she's going to realize, I'm just really a jerk and leave me standing there, I'm not exactly a perfect man.''

Shaking his head in disbelief, ''Dean, that woman loves you, and only you, why I have no idea, but she does, so just try and enjoy today''

Cas, walks in the room, a big grin on his face ''You ready to be a married man, Dean?''

Dean and Sam laughs, but its Dean that speaks first. ''Honestly I wish it was all over already, I just want to stick that ring on her finger, and make sure she's mine forever, just don't let her hear that'' he laughs

Sam takes two glasses pouring some whisky in it, handing one to Dean ''Drink up brother, it will soothe the nerves'' and then taking a sip himself.

Cas glares at the two brothers.

''What'' the two brothers ask simultaneously

''I'll take some of the whisky too, please'' Cas answered.

Dean laughs ''Pour him one Sammy''

''You and that beautiful woman your about to marry, has made me crazy and worried in the past, so if I'm going to marry the two of you today, I need a little something extra'' he laughs

The three of them spend the rest of the morning, talking about life, while wondering what the girls are up too.

----

Adjusting his tux, ''Does this thing ever get any less uncomfortable'' glancing at himself, in the mirror, thoughts racing through his head, ''she deserves way more, I'm not good enough, what am I even doing, how the hell am I going to be a good husband, a father?''

Removing the the tie, throwing it to the floor, rushing through the door, gasping, ''Sorry Bobby, I didn't see you''

''Where are you going you idjit? its almost time to for the wedding to start,'' he remarked

''I can't do this Bobby, she deserves better than me'' he growled

Bobby slapping him through the face ''damn idjit! would you just stop being so overly dramatic'' he warned

Dean's eyes are filled with concern, ''how.. how do I know if I'm going to be good enough for her, for our child''

''Do I look like Dr. Phil too you'' he barked a bit, taking Dean by his shoulders ''Son, she loves you, and you love her, as long as there's love then its good enough, nobody is perfect, but when there's love, real love between two people, then its pretty damn close.''

A corner of his mouth turned up, looking at the man who's more of a father to him, ''Thank you, I needed that.'' he expressed his gratitude.

''Yeah, yeah, we got to get a move on'' Bobby gestured.

----

Inspecting herself in the mirror, her hair draped over her shoulders, loose little braids everywhere, tiny flowers, placed in between the braided strands, her makeup is soft, consisting of natural nudes, mixed with light browns, and light pink lips, glancing down at her dress, its a beautiful white, A-line dress, the corset piece, hugging her waist, and the sleeves only halfway up, exposing her neckline and back a little, the detailing is small, but everywhere you look is little roses and flowers with leaves draping all the way down, her brown boots with white laced tips, just giving her enough length, so that the seam of the dress, doesn't get dragged through the grass and mud as she walks towards the river, where the altar is set up. A smile tugging at her lips, ''I'm ready to marry the man of my dreams''

Caroline, Mary, Ruby and Eileen, just admiring the beautiful bride, Caroline's brittle voice, breaks the silence first, ''My sweet girl, you look amazing, beautiful and radiant'' hugging her daughter tightly.

Her voice shaky ''Thank you mommy''

''My son, is sure lucky to marry such a beauty'' Mary's voice sweet

Letting out a laugh ''I'm the lucky one''

Eileen hands, you the beautiful flower bouquet, signing to you, ''its time''

As you walk out of the room, into the hallway meeting the glances of your father and Bobby. You asked your dad if he'd walk you down the aisle and if it would be okay if Bobby would also walked with the two of you, he didn't oppose, he said, that he understood why, and so you asked Bobby if it also be okay, and that day, the gruff old man, shed a few tears.

Bill's jaw dropped, when he saw his daughter walking out, ''Honey you are beautiful, a true vision.''

''I second that Bill'' Bobby smiled.

Pulling both into a hug, ''Thank you Daddy, Bobby, it means so much to me.

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All your family and friends are seated, waiting patiently for your arrival, as you start walking closer, you see Sam saying something to Dean, and Dean just laughed, like really laughed. Its like the world comes to a standstill if that man laughs, damn I love him.

Joe starts playing the traditional wedding entrance song on the piano, as you start walking towards the aisle, Your Dad on your right side and Bobby on your left, Ruby and Eileen walking in front of you, to take their positions in as bridesmaids. As you stride closer to Dean you could've sworn his eyes glossed over, his smile was from ear to ear as he shaked Bill's and Bobby's hands, giving them a one sided hug, and a low whisper of thank you.

You tried batting away the tears, as you glanced over the family and friends, then finally too your husband to be, but it didn't quite work. Dean thumbed away the tears. Mouthing, ''if you're okay and that you're the most beautiful thing he ever layed eyes on.

Replying ''yes babe, just extremely happy''

Dean's emerald eyes, scanning over your lovely face, he leans in about to kiss you.

Cas giving a fake cough, ''Excuse me Dean but, you may not kiss the bride just yet'' the crowd burst out into laughter as they saw the quilty look upon his face. ''Fine'' he mumbled

Cas starts ''Family and friends, we have come together today, to join these two in marriage, it's about time don't you agree'' he chuckled ''They said they'd write their own vows, so with no further do, the bride can start'' he smiles

While glancing at Dean and the grumbled up note, as you read it, there's some laughter and some sobbing, but the way Dean's eyes lit up when you said he was your home you knew, the written vow, wasn't cheesy, it was a piece of your heart.

Clearing his throat, he begun to speak, his husky voice melted into the hearts off the people celebrating with you. ''Sweetheart I have written this over and over, and in all honesty I lost the damn note'' letting out a nervous chuckle, ''but what I was reminded of earlier is, love isn't perfect, it's no fairytale or storybook, and hell, it never comes easy, we have faced so many obstacles and challenges, and even in the times we were away from each other, there were parts of us, that held on and never gave up, hoping we'll find each other again, and I've come to realize that every second, minute, hour, days, weeks, years, spent with you, will still not be enough, sweetheart I never in my life would've thought an amazing woman as you would be able to love me, so I promise, with every breath I will love you, and with every heartbeat, I will care for you, and with my soul I will adore you.'' hearing him say that, released a river of tears from your eyes.

Handing them the rings, Cas said ''with this ring, I commit, my life, dreams, hope and love to you my beloved, I vow to forever love you''

The two of you said the line as you were sliding the rings over your left fingers, both of you smiled when you said ''I Do'' simultaneously

Cas said with a smile ''You may kiss the bride''

A mischievous smile tugs at his lips ''Don't mind if I do'' his lips brushed against your, it started gentle but got deeper as he pulled you closer. The two of you laughed into each others lips, as you heard someone in the crowd yelled, ''Hey you two! there's kids here'' Dean gives you one more quick kiss, before he pulls back. Looking over the crowd, he mocks towards the person in the distance ''Bite me''

Grabbing your hand, holding it up in the air, as if he just won something, his emerald eyes, reflecting the sunlight shining down, he smirked, ''This is my wife, Mrs. Winchester'' you laughed, the amount of joy you feel is to difficult to describe, not even to speak off the love you feel for this man. As they walk down the path and the people started throwing the heart shaped leaves, whispering to each other, ''this day is perfect!'' Sharing a kiss, you feel raindrops starting to dampen your skin, laughing the two of you run towards the entrance of the hall where the celebration will be held, knowing no matter what storm comes next, the two of you are home, and nothing is going to shake this loving foundation.

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THE SNAKE WHO WAS A PRINCESS

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(Brazilian Folktale)

In ancient times there was a Kingdom that was not happy because its Queen had never had a child. The King was sad seeing the day when he got old, died and couldn't leave a person of his blood on the throne. The people made promises, the queen prayed, and the much-desired heir never appeared.

One day, at the sound of the Hail Marys, the Queen lost her patience and said something she shouldn't have said:

“God my Lord!”

She said:

“Grant that I have a child, even if it's a snake!”

After a while it seemed that the Queen was actually going to have a child. The King ordered the news to be celebrated with parties that didn't stop. Night and day the people danced and sang in front of the palace.

No one paid any more taxes, the King walked around with his teeth bared in contentment, satisfied, treating his slaves with kindness.

And it was like that until one stormy day, with thunder and lightning cutting through the clouds, the queen gave birth to a girl, very beautiful, with blue eyes, blonde hair, a beauty. But the girl had been born with a snake wrapped around her neck.

Everyone in the King's house was disgusted. When the Queen looked at her daughter, she burst into tears. And no one wanted to go near the crib for fear of the snake. Doctors from other kingdoms came, doctors, prayers, diviners, and the more they did to remove the snake from the little princess's neck, the more the snake stuck to the beautiful girl.

And the years went by. And the years went by. And the princess created a sisterly affection for the little snake, which was green and had a head with human eyes. For whole hours the princess would spend playing with the snake by the sea.

And when the snake saw the waves of the sea, it liked to get out of the princess's neck and walk happily through the waves. She was so far from land that her friend didn't even see where she was going.

And that's why she started to cry, afraid that the little snake wouldn't come back. She cried so much that the snake returned to the girl's neck, curled up, joined her friend, and the two returned together to the king's palace, where no one knew about these games on the beach. But one day, the snake entered the sea, going further than the other times. The princess cried, cried a lot, until she came back to say:

“My rich princess, my day has come, I'm going far away, far away, to a land that is a thousand leagues lower than the bottom of the sea. You will be alone, my sister, but I will not abandon you, I will help you whenever necessary. My name is Labismínia. Scream for Labismínia, and you can rest assured, I will come to your aid.”

And having said this, the little snake ran into the sea. The princess stood on the edge of the beach crying. So many tears flowed from her eyes, like a stream of streams. Then she fell silent. Labisminia, her sister, was gone. And she was alone in the world, alone.

At home, when Princess Maria arrived, without the snake around her neck, there was a commotion. The king danced with joy, immediately ordered a great party to be prepared, and called the kings of the other kingdoms.

The people ate cake, they killed oxen and sheep for the people. And the slaves worked without shackles on their arms and feet. But Princess Maria was sad. It didn't even seem like it was all for her.

Every morning, when the sun rose, she went to the seaside to see if Labisminia appeared. And the sun arrived from far, far away and brought no news of Labismínia. In the afternoon, the princess returned to the beach where she played so much with her friend. She wanted to see if the moon said anything.

The moon could tell if she had seen Labisminia, if she had passed through her sister's land. The moon was floating so much above the waters of the sea!

But nothing. Neither the moon nor the sun gave news of Labisminia, which was in a land that was a thousand leagues further away than the bottom of the sea. Then the princess cried.

Would God grant that she would go to the land that was a thousand leagues below the bottom of the sea…

Oh! If she could descend like a fish, escape the world and meet Labisminia again! Her neck was already used to the snake. And it went on like this, until one day the whole kingdom became sad.

The King ordered the slaves to be shackled again, the king forced the people of his kingdom to pray. The Queen had started to get sick. There was no doctor who knew what it was.

Doctors came from all corners of the earth, sorcerers from all corners of the world. And when the Queen felt she was going to die, she called the King and, in front of the entire court, said to her husband:

“When you have to get married again, she said, taking a ring off her finger, it can only be with the princess on whose finger fits this ring that I give you.”

The king cried a lot, but after so much crying, he began to think about his marriage.

And for this he sent messengers to all sides of the earth. First for the princesses of Castille. And the ring didn't fit on anyone's finger. Then, to the daughters of the French peers. Anything.

The king then sent to speak to the sovereign of England. And no princess appeared for the king's ring. In the Austrian court it was the same thing.

And so it took a long time. The King was already convinced that he would no longer find a girl to marry, when he remembered his daughter, the Princess, who was the greatest beauty in the world.

Who knows, he thought, if that snake around Maria's neck might not be a sign from God for him to marry his own daughter?

And thinking so, he sent for the Princess. And the ring fit on his daughter's finger, as if it had been made for her.

When the princess learned of her father's intentions, she ran to the edge of the beach and began to cry loudly, crying so much, shedding tears like the eyes of water from a mountain range.

“Labismínia, Labismínia!”

She shouted:

“Come and help me!” And when she saw it, it was a noise that came from the bottom of the sea. A big wave hit her feet, and the little green snake, with human eyes, appeared in front of her, magically, saying to her:

“Why is the beautiful princess crying, my sister?”

Maria told her whole story. She was the most unfortunate girl of all the girls in the land, as she would have to marry her own father.

“There's nothing, my sister.”

Labismínia told her.

“I will save you from everything. Ask the king that for you to marry him he needs to give you a dress the color of the field with all its flowers.”

Then the sea made another fearful noise and a wave carried Labisminia into the depths.

Princess Maria returned home comforted and told her father what she wanted. The king was surprised by his daughter's request, but he was not disappointed. Messengers, servants, slaves went out into the world looking for the dress. The princess, in the palace, was already resting, when her father appeared with the requested dress, which was the color of the field with all its little flowers.

“I give you the dress of your desires. It cost me more than the Kingdom I won in the battle with the Moors.”

The princess looked at the dress, which was a beauty like she had never seen. But as soon as she thought about the wedding, she started crying again. And with that agony in her heart she ran to the beach shouting for the snake:

“Labismínia! Labismínia! Come save me!”

Then the sea gave a groan, and a wave brought the little green snake with human eyes to the princess's feet.

“Labismínia, the King my father sent people through the hollow of the world looking for the dress that was the color of the field with all its little flowers. It's beautiful, Labismínia, but I don't want to marry my father.”

“There 's nothing.”

Said the little snake:

“There 's nothing. Ask him for another dress, a dress the color of the sea with all the fish.”

Princess Maria consoled herself again. And a big wave, all white foam, took Labismínia to the bottom of the sea.

The King, when he found out about the princess's new request, put his hands on his head. Where to find a dress like that? But he had to marry his daughter.

And he sent his messengers out into the world again.

One day the sea-colored dress arrived with all its fish, and he gave the dress to his daughter. The princess found it a beauty, much more beautiful than the other. She dressed up with him, looked at herself in the palace mirrors, but when she remembered that she had to marry her father, she found herself crying. And she went to the beach after Labisminia. And the little snake didn't take long to arrive to console her sister.

“There's nothing, my sister Maria. There's no need to cry so much, Labismínia has to find a way. Go back and ask your father for a dress the color of the sky with all the stars. There's no need to cry, my dear sister.”

And she reassured so many good things that the princess returned home happy with her life. She immediately went to talk to her father. She wanted a dress the color of the sky with all the stars. The king gave in to despair. Where to find a dress like that? So he called his vassals, called his treasurer, opened his chests and said:

“Damn you for the world. Bring me this dress, even if it costs all the gold I won in the war with the Turks.”

And the messengers went out into the world. The princess, happy, sang. She went out through the garden, walking among the rose bushes, which smelled so much as if each one were a bottle of scent.

And the birds in the trees sang. Many came to play at the feet of the princess, who was the happiest creature in this world. Princess Maria played with the birds, happy, content, in the trust she had in her sister Labismínia.

And times went by.

But one day the King arrived in her chamber.

Behind him came a hundred slaves who carried in their hands the dress she had asked for from her father.

The stars in the sky on the blue silk sparkled as if it were made of diamonds. The train of her dress went so far that she couldn't even see the end.

“My daughter…”

The King said to her.

“I bring you the greatest wealth of all the kingdoms on earth. For this dress I gave all the gold and all the stones that I brought from the wars with the Turks. Now, my daughter, let's set our wedding day.”

The princess didn't even wait for her father to leave her room. He soon fell to the ground, crying. She had been deceived by Labismínia! And at the edge of the beach she went to call for her companion, screaming in pain. Tears flowed from her eyes like water from a casagrande toe.

“Labismínia, Labismínia, where is my heart’s little snake?”

A noise was heard coming from the bottom of the sea. And the green snake with human eyes approached the crying princess. Maria told him everything. It was okay, said the little snake.

“Go home, pack your bags, with all the dresses your father gave you, and go back to the seaside. Here where I am, you will find a ship that will take you to a beautiful kingdom, far away from this world where you have suffered so much, my little sister of the heart. But look carefully: when you're on the happiest day of your life, scream for me three times, so that I can become disenchanted and become the princess I am again.”

No sooner said than done. Princess Maria fled with her dresses on the ship that Labismínia had sent for her.

The King had gone out on a hunt.

And the princess filled the ship with her suitcases. And she was gone into the unknown realm.

Once there, she did everything as Labismínia had told her.

She jumped ashore, and when she noticed, she no longer saw the ship, nor did she see the suitcases with her dresses anymore. She was changed into a servant, a poor girl, the poorest girl on earth.

And arriving in the unknown kingdom, she went to ask the Queen for a job, who, seeing her so poor, ordered her to take care of the chicken coop.

Maria slept among the chickens, dirty as she had never seen one of her father's slaves.

At night she cried, seeing that Labismínia had lied to her.

Poor her, she was the poorest girl in the world!

Even so, Princess Maria still gave thanks to God. Better to sleep with the chickens than marry her father.

Where was the prince that Labismínia had promised her? After a while, they started talking in the kingdom about a very big party that they were going to give in the city near the castle.

And on the day of the spoken party, in the early evening, Maria began to notice the carriages that passed, clinking along the road. So, after wrapping up the chickens, she thought about life. She was the poorest girl in this world of God.

Everyone went to the castle party, the poor and the rich, and she alone stayed there, smelling the dirt from the king's chickens.

But all this was better than marrying her father.

She had this thought in her head when she heard a voice coming from far away:

“Take your carriage, Maria, and go to the party.”

Suddenly, she saw herself in her dress the color of the fields with all its little flowers. A carriage with a silver harness, with six black horses, was waiting for her. And that's how Princess Maria went to the most talked about ball in the city. When she entered the hall, she admired everyone. They had never seen a richer and more beautiful princess. Her dress filled everything with beauty. It was as if the most beautiful field on earth had entered the room, with all its perfumes, with all its colors.

The King and Queen immediately wanted to meet that Princess of such distinction. And the one who noticed Maria most was the king's son, a very handsome Prince, with black eyes. But the Princess didn't stay until the end of the party. When the roosters began to crow, she returned in her carriage to her corner in the castle. The other day, it was what everyone was talking about, in the king's palace.

What kingdom could that Princess be from, with such beautiful clothes, with such blond hair, with such blue eyes?

The Prince only talked about her with his mother. I didn't want to know anything else there, other than that girl in the dress that was the color of the field with all its little flowers.

The next night there was another dance in town.

Along the way to the city, Maria saw people passing by in carriages.

Very sad, she was seeing so many happy people, so many loved girls, and she was there among the chickens, so poor and so alone.

Despite this, everything seemed better than marrying her father. Soon she heard a very familiar voice:

“Maria, Maria, take your carriage and go to the party.”

Waiting for her was a beautiful carriage with golden harnesses and two pampas horses.

And with her dress the color of the sea with all the fish, the unknown princess entered the room, amazing.

The people's astonishment was even greater than the other night.

Where had that girl gone to get such a beautiful dress?

The Queen's dress, next to Maria's, looked like a poor man's outfit.

And wherever Maria passed, there was a wave of smell. Her golden hair, her blue eyes, were unnatural, they were so beautiful.

The Prince didn't take his eyes off her.

There was a buzz around the room. Where did that girl come from?

And the coachmen at the palace door stared open-mouthed at the carriage.

With its golden harness, all made of glass, Maria's carriage far left the king's cabriole, which looked like a poor man's car next to hers.

The huge horses had never been seen so big in that area. And the coachman dressed like a court grandee.

That was wealth. And when the roosters crowed, the princess retired to her room, where she went to sleep among the filth of her chickens.

The other day, at court, all the talk was about the beautiful princess.

The Prince did not sit still.

Spies were already on every corner of the road to see where the most beautiful Princess who had ever crossed the royal roads was coming from and passing by.

In her corner, Maria didn't even show a sign of pride.

Mixed with her chickens, she was dirty like the poorest girl in the world and still giving thanks to God.

Better all that than marrying her father.

And in the afternoon, when she was taking her chickens to the pigsty, she saw the black-eyed prince standing on the road.

“Where did you come from, chicken farmer?”

He said looking at the girl's face.

“Yesterday I saw a princess at the city party who looked just like you!”

Trembling with fear, Maria replied:

“Who am I, your Highness, to look like the most beautiful princess at your party?” But the Prince left bowing his head.

That day was the last night of the party.

Maria, sitting at the door of her room, looked at the moon coming out of the sky, very round, covering everything with silver.

A wind came from afar and blew the Princess's enchanting hair.

Along the road, carriages rushed to the ball.

Then she heard Labismínia's soft voice:

“Maria, take your carriage and go to the party.”

A carriage with diamond harnesses, with six white horses, waited for the most beautiful princess in the land. When Maria gave faith, she was wearing her dress that was the color of the sky with all the stars.

In the large ballroom, everyone stopped to look at her. The dancing stopped, the music stopped.

The Princess entered and all you could see were people admiring the beauty she brought.

The Prince was so filled with love that he ran to the princess and fell at her feet, kissing her dress, with tears in his black eyes.

“My beautiful Princess, keep this token with you …”

He said.

And he gave Maria a beautiful jewel. Just as the roosters crowed, the princess returned to her room. And the Prince, with so much love for her, fell ill in bed. Nothing existed for him, he didn't eat, he didn't sleep, heaving sighs for the princess who had left.

The Queen called all the doctors in the kingdom to see her son in that state. But no one knew what he had. Poor thing, he didn't even want to drink a cup of broth. From no one's hand did he accept food or drink.

The poor mother asked others to see if her son received from anyone what she did not want to receive from her hands. But the Prince refused.

He wanted to die, telling everyone that only the beautiful Princess at the party existed for him.

The Queen called, one by one, all the women in her court.

She called the princesses, she called the wives and daughters of her vassals, and the prince didn't want to look at any of them.

That's when they remembered the girl from the chicken coop.

Maria was called to the palace.

The Queen immediately ordered her to take a broth to the Prince's room, which he didn't want to take from anyone's hands.

“My rich lady, who am I to deserve so much honor from Your Majesty? All I can do is prepare a broth.”

The Queen accepted, she was so distressed. Maria prepared the broth and put the jewel that the prince had given her at the party into the cup.

And when the prince put the spoon in the cup and saw the jewel, he got up from the bed, shouting to his mother:

“Mother, I'm fine. Order the creature that prepared the broth to be brought here.”

They sent for the chicken farmer.

And when the messengers arrived from the chicken coop, they found the princess of the party, in her most beautiful dress, with a hundred slaves to serve as her servant, with a thousand suitcases of clothing, with three large carriages.

And Princess Mary married the black-eyed Prince …

But on the day of the wedding feast she forgot to call Labismínia three times, as she had promised.

And the poor princess was not disenchanted.

She remained a snake for life, with those human eyes. And that is why even today the sea moans so much, screams so much, makes so much noise.

It is poor Labismínia who, from the bottom of the sea, calls for her ungrateful sister who did not remember her on the happiest day of her life.

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l-tothe-og · 1 year

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imagine one day alicent asks aemond when he’s going back to work (he left to pursue smth he enjoys, just hasn’t told her) and he just blurts ihr ‘when the baby is old enough for school’ the problem is here and Luke don’t have a baby, they haven’t started any process but it was the first thing that came to mind and it quickly changes the topic.

Lucerys is bewildered when he comes home because ‘we need to get a baby in nine months. I can’t disappoint my mother’ is the first things that come out of aemond’s mouth. what happened to hi? hello? How are you?

in the end they find a solution: aka Rhaena is their surrogate and it’s a family bonding experince (Lucerys making sure aemond doesn’t annoy rhaena too much, rhaena from choking aemond out, and vetoing both their terrible name ideas)

god i want to write this as a full fic so bad. i just love the ideas i have for it.

like... aemond coming home and freaking luke the fuck out because he burst in and demanded luke get them a baby for aemond to stay home with. because coming out to his family about his little passion project that is not macrame and not being a twitter daddy dom, is harder than raising an actual child.

rhaena, who'd been having one of her monthly dinners with luke, did not know what to say when aemond came storming in, demanding a baby. and she really didn't know what to do when instead of calling him a crazy person, luke started brainstorming.

the fact that both of them went "how much do babies go for and can we buy one legally?" first, scares her. eventually, after several illegal ideas, and a few plain old bad ones, she's just like... 'dudes I'll have one for you but you need to Be More Chill."

aemond and luke jizz into cups and after some back and forth on it, ultimately ask rhaena if it's alright to use her eggs. (something something velaryon blood) bingo, bongo, preggo.

aemond is a very unchill annoying baby daddy. rhaena almost punches him the first time he tells her what order she should be taking her vitamins in. luke reins him in sometimes, other times he adds to it, and makes rhaena want to knock their heads together.

something about a new baby brings the family together. red, black, green, and velaryon blue onesies; aemond and luke's baby has house pride before it has lungs.

luke's brothers build the nursery, while aegon, helaena, and daeron work on babyproofing the house.

the betting around the baby's gender is a family wide event. aegon takes a 100 to 1 parlay that it's a boy, luke and aemond name him aegon, and that they regret it and change his name within a year.

his bet is broken right away when, at their large party thrown by baela, rhaena, and daemon, they reveal they're having a girl.

towards the end of rhaena's pregnancy, unease sets it. aemond starts to wonder if becoming parents over a lie to his mother is setting them up for failure. luke wonders the same, but when aemond voices that concern, he kisses their fear away and denies it vehemently.

all the doubt falls away the day their baby girl is born. luke sends aemond out to the waiting room of the hospital to let their family, a dozen deep, know of the healthy arrival. he stays in the room, holding their precious girl, trying and failing not to cry.

rhaenyra stays with rhaena. she brushes back the sweaty hairs on her forehead and tells her of how brave she is, how proud her mother would be.

luke thanks rhaena graciously for the gift she's given to him and the love of his life. aemond does the same.

baby girl is amazing. she is well loved and almost never left alone in her nursery. when her daddies aren't with her, it's someone else from their never ending supply of mothers, cousins, aunts, uncles, sisters, and brothers (as the family wreath goes, there are some repeats in there).

as she gets older, alicent asks again. will aemond go back to work when she's in school. he smiles.

"we're thinking of having another."

#lucemond #ahhhh lucemond as daddssss #is everything to me #lilsfic

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Swan Song

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a Raphael Swan Lake rewrite AU I guess?

Summary: Odille has always lived in her sister's Odette shadow. When both of them are turned into swans by the devil Raphael, she couldn't be more livid, especially as her sister falls in love with the handsome Wyll Ravengard. When Raphael makes the proposition of a lifetime, Odille's wicked nature will come to the surface.

A/N: This is an wild ass AU that has been living in my head rent free for some time. No canon is followed here, this is way more of a Swan Lake rewrite, but there's still some Raphael stuff (it's not necessarily romantic but honestly, take it as you want it). Also, tw for murder.

This is a tale of two sisters.

Odette, the oldest, was the pride and joy of the family. With bright, blond hair, eyes as blue as sapphire and white skin, to her father, she was beauty incarnate. She was a kind hearted girl, as graceful as a swan when she danced around in the living room, and with a charming smile that could melt even the hardest of hearts.

All in all, Odette was perfect. As her father would often say, it was as if she had been blessed by the gods themselves upon her birth.

Her sister, Odille, however, was not as fortunate.

Being the daughter of a second wife, Odille looked nothing like her sister. Her hair was pitch black, her eyes were of a swamp green color and her skin was pale from the lack of sunlight.

Odille didn’t sing or dance, her smile didn’t shine as bright as the sun, and people didn’t pay attention to her. In fact, even her father often forgot about her.

While Odette was free to do as she pleased, Odille had to keep the house clean and take care of their parents - that being the reason she rarely left the house.

Their parents had died a few years earlier, due to a terrible sickness, leaving the two girls on their own. Odille thought she would finally be free, but her dying mother’s last words had doomed her.

‘Promise me you’ll take care of Odette. Promise me.’ And so she did, finding work to sustain the both of them, while Odette remained the carefree girl she had always been.

Odille lived in her sister's shadow, and for that, she hated Odette. She hated how all the men in the village showered her with gifts and pretty words, how their father, when still alive, would embrace her and kiss her forehead; She hated how beautiful her sister was, how perfect at anything she was, how she had a heart of gold. Odille believed her heart to be a black mass of hatred, a twisted shape of vines and thorns, grown with years of resentment.

So when the news that poor, beautiful Odette had been transformed into a swan, Odille cried tears of joy.

With her sister gone, everyone would pay attention to her. No longer would she be the invisible little girl, always inside her home but the one all eyes were turned to. She would find a handsome man to marry and all would be well.

That’s what she believed at first, but the reality had been completely different.

Once the news spread of Odette’s misfortune, all the men in the village ran to the forest, crying at the loss of such beauty. When night fell, the swan turned back into the girl and she was able to explain her situation.

“I had come to the forest to pick flowers, when a handsome man came up to me.” She began her tale. “He said he had never seen someone as fair as me, and asked for my hand. I refused him, and then he offered riches. When I refused him again, he offered land. And when I refused him for the third time, he revealed himself to be a terrible fiend by the name of Raphael. He put a curse on me - by day, a swan and by night, a woman again.”

The crowd cried, feeling for poor Odette. Her sister had stood aside, far away from most people, the blood in her veins beginning to boil. Even in this situation, her sister still attracted the attention of everyone.

“But do not weep for me, as I can still be saved. I have been told by one of the druid’s who guards these woods that there is a way to break the curse. If a man, who has never loved before, proclaims his love for me before the season’s change, I shall return to my true form.”

“And what happens if that doesn’t happen?” A young man asked.

“Then Odette will stay a swan, forever more.” A grave voice had answered, seemingly coming from the wind itself. Then, near where the girl stood, a great fire rose and from it, a devil appeared.

Gasps and protests were heard all around as Odette pointed at him. “It was him - he is Raphael, the one who cursed me!” She shouted.

Red skin, head crowned with horns, a long tail and wings, the fiend wore long, black garments. People began to shout and curse at him, one person in particular throwing a rock at him. With a snap of his fingers, the boy turned to ash.

“Enough of this noise, all of you.” His voice boomed. “Odette’s fate is sealed, and I fear there is nothing to be done. Try to oppose me and you will live very short lives.” The crowd went silent at the threat. “Now, all of you, leave right this instant, lest you share in his fate.”

At the command, all but Odille left. She decided to stay hidden behind a tree, listening as Raphael turned his attention to her sister.

“How could you be so cruel?” The girl cried.

“Ah, my dear swan, there are men much crueler than me in the world.” He said, his fingers caressing her face, and she quickly turned from him in disgust. Deep down, Odille felt envious, wishing her to be the one receiving that touch. “Now, I can end your torment right this instant. Accept me, and be human again.”

“No.”

From where she stood, Odille could see Raphael’s face turn into a scowl. “Very well. It seems I’ll have to punish you.”

“There is nothing you can do to hurt me anymore.” Odette defied him.

“Isn’t there?” He asked in a mocking tone. He looked around, humming in thought. “You know, these woods can get quite lonely. What if I give you a friend?”

“What-what do you mean?”

“Well, it seems your dear sister didn’t listen when I told all to leave.” Raphael spoke and with a snap of his fingers, Odille was in front of them, wide eyed.

“Do not hurt her!” Odette cried, but he raised a hand, stopping her from walking closer.

“You think too lowly of me. I would never hurt you or your sister.” He smirked. “No, as I said, I shall give you something to keep you company.”

He waved his hand and Odille was engulfed by flames.

She was overwhelmed by the heat and the sound of her sister’s scream, and when the world came back to normal, everything seemed much bigger - or maybe she was smaller.

“NO!” Odette screamed horrified.

Odille tumbled near the pond, catching her reflection in the water. Instead of a woman, she saw a black swan staring back at her.

“Do not worry. When morning comes, she will turn back into a human.” He told Odette.

“But-but, when the sun rises, I’ll be a swan.”

“Yes. If I were you, I’d cherish these few more precious hours until dawn arrives.” Raphael made a motion to leave. ‘Now, if I were you, I’d hush about the solution to your little curse, lest you want a true taste of my ire.” And with the sound of a snap, he was gone.

…

Even as a swan, Odille lived in her sister’s shadow.

At day, she was forced to watch as various men from the village proclaimed their love to Odette, only for nothing to happen. At night, she saw her sister dancing sadly along the pond, the other forest animals joining her.

No men came to profess their love for Odille. No one had even seemed to notice she had shared in her sister’s fate. Her hatred for Odette only grew more and more. If it wasn’t for her, Odille could have been far away now, free from her, but no, Odette had to reject the devil, she had to defy him, and now Odille was still trapped with her.

A month had passed in this predicament, when something changed. One day, a few hours before sundown, an arrow flew across the pond, almost hitting Odette.

Odille, who was sat upon a large tree, watched as a young, handsome man ran towards the swan, raising his arrow, ready to strike. She saw the swan flying away, narrowly missing the arrows again and again, and Odille silently wished that one arrow would pierce her sister’s chest.

But, to her dismay, night arrived, and the sisters positions were changed, the man watching in awe as the swan became a beautiful woman. Odille was quick to fly down from the tree and into the pond, listening to their conversation.

“I apologize, my lady.” He bowed his head. “I am Wyll Ravengard.I was out hunting when I saw the most beautiful of swans. Had I known of your true self, I would have stopped sooner.”

“You had no way of knowing.” Odette smiled at him.

“But tell me, how could this be? Are you some sort of druid?”

She shook her head. “No, I am not. I was cursed by a terrible devil to turn into a swan during the day. My sister-” She pointed at the black swan “was cursed as well.”

Wyll scowled. “These devils…they fool around with the lives of innocent people.” His gaze softened. “I am sorry that this has happened to you. The both of you.”

“Thank you.” She took a step closer to him. “Please, keep me company before I turn back to that form.”

He nodded and Odille watched in contempt as they spent the night talking and dancing. The little relief she got was that, whenever the two would get too close, she’d begin singing that terrible swan song, distracting the two.

But for one month, that was how her night’s would play out. Odille would swim around while her sister smiled and blushed at Wyll. During the day, Odille would think about all the ways she could wrap her hands around Odette’s neck and snap it.

How, if it wasn’t for the fear that the curse would persist, she would have ended Odette long ago.

But Odille would not have to wait long until an opportunity arrived.

…

The night before, Wyll had told Odette how he had captured her heart. He told her that he was the son of a duke, and that his father commanded a ball to be held in his name, where Wyll should find one woman to claim as his wife.

He wanted Odette to attend and to declare in front of all his love for her. She blushed at the thought and kissed him, telling Wyll that she would go. Then, she proceeded to spend the rest of her time telling Odille how excited she was at the prospect of being free.

If her swan face allowed it, Odille would have scowled.

When morning came, the dark haired girl walked to the edge of the forest, as far away from the pond as she could. During her walk, she couldn’t help but murmur.

“Perfect Odette, who gets a handsome son of a duke to fall for her. Odette, who’s so kind, sweet and who everyone loves. Perfect, perfect, perfect.” Odille walked in circles as she spoke to herself. “‘Oh, look at me, I’m Odette, I can do no wrong.’ Ugh, how I wish I could make her stop talking.”

“If I had known you held this much hatred for your sister, I would have approached you much sooner.” Raphael’s voice snapped her back into reality.

He appeared to her just as he had that first day. Odille huffed and walked past him, but he held onto her arm. “Ah, ah, ah, not so fast, little swan.”

“Let me go.” She said, twisting her arm to try and get out of this grip, but he was stronger than her.

“And why would I do that, when you have just become essential to my plans?” At that, she stopped struggling and looked at him suspiciously.

“I don’t want anything to do with you, devil.” She spat.

“Oh but you will.” His eyes darkened as he smirked. “What if I could give you the means to be free, for once and all? To end the curse.”

Odille's eyes widened. Could he truly be offering such a thing?

“What are you trying to get at?”

At this point, Raphael had let go of her arm, and she stood there, listening intently to every word he had to say.

“Let me tell you a story.” He began. “Long ago, all of this land belonged to me, given to me by my father, Mephistopheles. I ruled with a strict but fair hand, this forest being a haven for those in need.” Raphael walked around, moving his arms as he told his tale, almost as if he was an actor in a play.

“That was until I was struck down by the forces of the Blade of Frontiers, Wyll Ravengard. He sought to rid the realm of any devilish influence and so, my reign was over. For years, I have been harnessing my power back and finally, a good opportunity to take the boy down has arrived.”

“And how do I fit in all of this?”

“Patience, dear.” He raised a hand to calm her. “Ravengard has fallen madly in love with your sister, and if he proclaims his love for her, her curse will end, but with your help, I can take down two birds with one stone.”

She raised a brow, urging him to continue.

“Tonight, instead of your sister, it will be you who will go to the ball. With a simple charm, you will look like her. Stay there long enough for the boy to choose you as wife and then strike him down with this.”

Raphael reached a hand forwards and a dark blade appeared in his hands.

Odille gulped. “Why do you need my help for this? Can’t you do it yourself?”

“Ravengard, foolish as he is, is not dumb. He has put a spell on his home, which prevents my entrance. Once he is gone, however, I’ll be able to take over.”

She took a step closer to him, her hand hovering above the weapon. “And what of my sister?”

“The heartbreak of Wyll’s betrayal will be too grand for her to take. I have no doubt she would not be long for this world after his demise.” With the dagger in his hand, Raphael walked behind Odille, his larger body looming over hers as he whispered in her ear. “I’ve been watching you, Odille. I know how you feel, the anger, the hurt, the envy. I could fix it all like that.” He snapped his fingers, a small flame appearing. “No more sister to bother you, no more living in the shadows. You would be the center of attention and all would talk about you for years to come. Do we have a deal?”

Odille thought for a moment. She had fantasized about this situation for so long, it didn’t seem possible but here it was. A quite literal devil on her shoulder, whispering to her all the things she had longed to hear.

She always knew it was wrong to think of killing her sister, but this way, she wouldn’t have to get her hands dirty with Odette’s blood. This way, she would get what she always wanted.

Without a word, Odille grabbed the blade.

…

Wyll had been none the wiser. When he saw Odille - disguised as her sister - he walked towards her, pulling the girl into a dance.

Odille noticed the way he looked at her, eyes full of love and a kind smile. She almost felt bad for what she was to do.

Almost. When she remembered all she had seen and endured because of her sister, the weight of the blade felt lighter.

As the night reached its end, Wyll finished the dance, holding her hand and telling everyone in the room.

“Ladies, gentlemen, friends, hear! I have found the one I shall wed. The one who has captured my heart, the one whom I shall share the rest of my life with!” He got down on one knee, holding her hands. “I love you, like I have loved no other. You, and only you, shall be the one I love.”

Odille smiled, placing a hand on his face. But soon, her smile turned more wicked and vile.

“Oh, Wyll. Love truly makes us fools, doesn’t it?” She said. Wyll frowned in confusion, looking around when a loud noise hit one of the windows.

He turned his head, just in time to see the swan he had grown to love flying near the glass and then falling, having just heard his confession. He turned back to Odille, his face falling.

“No…” Wyll got up and ran towards the window, looking down the balcony to see the swan, now turned back to Odette’s body, laying bloody on the ground. “ODETTE! NO!”

In his confusion and despair, he didn’t notice how Odille had silently approached him. It was only when the dagger pierced his back that he understood what happened.

…

People screamed, running around in a panic. Odille stood there, looking at the body of her sister, dead on the floor.

She should feel sad, but instead, Odille felt happy.

Wyll was laying next to her feet, his blood dirtying the balcony. The smell of sulfur filled the air, and from a circle of fire on the ground, Raphael appeared in all his glory.

Clapping his hands, he walked to where Odille was. “My, my, what a beautiful display that was.” He crouched down, removing the blade from Wyll’s body, wiping it with a handkerchief. “You were marvelous, my dear. Are you satisfied?”

“Quite so.” She sneaked one last glance to her sister, before turning her full attention to the devil. “Now, for your part of the deal.”

“Of course.” Raphael waved a hand and Odille was once again engulfed by flames, feeling her body change. Black feathers grew from various parts of her body, covering her arms, legs, torso and neck. Her feet elongated, becoming talons and from her back, a pair of giant wings appeared.

Odille was confused. She was supposed to become human again and not…this.

“What have you done to me?”

“I have changed you, of course! I never said you’d go back to what you were, dear.” He could see the panic begin rising in her and he smirked, stepping forwards, and giving her back the dagger. “You look marvelous, my black swan.”

Taking it, Odille saw her reflection, how her body had changed and for some reason, she liked what she saw. In this form, she would be free to fly wherever she wanted, and all head would turn when she walked. She was no longer bound by familial bonds, free to do as she wished.

“Now come, there is much work to be done, and I believe you and I will be grand partners.” Raphael offered her a hand, and with a wicked grin, Odille took it.

The end.

#raphael bg3 #wyll bg3 #althought i do deeply apologize to wyll stans #swan lake au #raphael x oc #i guess?#again not very romantic but it can almost be reas as such #raphael baldur's gate 3 #swan lake #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #i have my doubts anyone is reading this but here it is anyways

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i-dont-know-nor-care-go-away · 2 years

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"dadwin<3" "Grady is the best"

I see that and I raise you : Edaline being EVERYONES mother

(based off of MY momma truama lol most of this happened to me/based off of irl events but I added edaline lol)

Keefe seeing her make cookies and Mallow melt and wondering why she would do something just for him. it breaks her heart when he apologizes for "imposing himself" and "putting her out" and her gently telling him she does it because he is a lovely person that deserves all the mallowmelt in the world

Fitz and Biana getting hugs and food when their dad was broken minded and their mom was trying to hold it together. so they try not to cry and edaline comes over to help cook and take care of them and their mother.

Tam doesn't trust her. he has no reason to believe she won't start with the harsh remarks and withering looks so he stays far away from Sophie's family. He doesn't realize that he has a place to go until he has to run from his parents one night, and he light leaps to where ever he can to get away from the noise. after ignoring his sister and Sophie's imparter calls, he sits down and sobs. after a while in the dark, he hears someone calling his name. He hesitantly calls out because he shouldn't have been so dumb and now his sister is out in the dark because of him and he was supposetokeephersafeheissostupidstupidstupid- and it's edaline that emerges from the dark and despite his previous snarls and attitude she takes him home with a gentleness he hasn't known before

it happens when Lihn is over at Sophie's house with Biana. her mom never let her have her hair out of a braid, so she lets it down (for the baby alicorns to chew on, or so they think). it's the middle of the night and she forgot to braid her hair before bed and it got tangled and her mom was right, she wasn't even smart enough to take care of herself she would have died on her own if Tam wasn't there stupid stupid stupid stupid- and suddenly shes sobbing in her friends bathroom with a hairbrush and water swirling in the air and she can't stop she's going to ruin everything around her she can't - and edaline knows when her kids are crying, so she takes the hairbrush and bushes her kids hair and tells her all about why she was still up, that darn t-rex right next to her window. and when she is done with a waterfall braid that shows off how long and shiny Lihn's hair has grown, she tells her how beautiful the water Lihn commands is.

and suddenly it's so many years ago, before the fires burned. edaline sits with her first of (many) children and Jolie is drawing little stick figures, two tall, a blond and red head, a medium blonde one, and many little small ones around them. A little voice says "can we go see Ms. Della and her baby again? he's really cute" and Edaline could never deny her baby of anything so of course she nods a yes.. but her little girl continues "Mommy can I have a sibling?" and edaline is caught by surprise. she thought her baby girl had everything, friends, family, too many animals to count. she looks at her daughter, and says "maybe one day. but you would have to share, and help them all the time. I didn't like your auntie for a long while until we were both grown up." she teases, but somehow the child is undeterred. "Someday, I'll be the best big sister, and you'll have be so proud of how much I've helped my little sister! just like you mama!" -and then it's now again, she is in her daughter's room. it's green and full of life. And Sophie follows the path Jolie laid for her, and she can hear Jolie again, just like the day she died. "Look Momma, I helped her just like I said I would! Aren't you proud?" and edaline can hear all of her children downstairs. she can't hear Jolie's laugh in Sophie, and Keefe doesn't smile exactly like she did. But Jolie lives on as they walk the path she did. it may terrify edaline, but her babies have a big sister looking out for them above, and a home and family to come back to.

#edaline ruewen #sophie foster #<- i didnt write about her bc the whole damn series is about her #keefe sencen #biana vacker #fitz vacker #tam song #linh song #jolie ruewen #kotlc #kotlc fandom #kotlc black swan

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alavestineneas · 11 months

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King's will

pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x OFC

summary: In the game of chess, the queen has more freedom on the chessboard. In that sense, the queen is the most powerful piece. On the other hand, the king has more value. Because if you lose the king, you lose the game.

warnings: arranged marriage, medieval violence, slow burn

chapter 1 -> chapter 2 -> chapter 3 -> chapter 4 -> chapter 5

Fall of the year 121 AC,

Highgarden

The chilly wind played with the strands of Marcella's braids, slightly tickling her face. The road was quiet, as the sun was lazily waking up from its sleep. Highgarden Castle lay behind the faraway hill, its sigils swaying as if greeting her from the road. It has been two summers since she left her home, but now, even if for a short time, she is coming back to where she belongs.

The occasion is more than thrilling—her darling sister is marrying. The thought of it brings Marcella both joy and fear; while Elize was more than happy with her match, it reminded Marcella that time passes. They are no longer children, at seven and ten and four and ten years of age. Soon, her sister will bear children of her own. Marcella can't help but feel a sense of fondness for their carefree days, spent running through fields and playing hide-and-seek. A small tear escaped her eye, but she quickly brushed it off. It was not proper of her to cry - she is almost a woman grown. The clicking of hooves neared.

"We are nearing the castle, my lady. Would you like to move to a carriage?''

It was Ser Ywain. Ever since her departure from Highgarden, he was always near. The man wrote to her father often, although he tried to keep it a secret. Marcella was not mad at him for it. Ser Ywain was a kindhearted man, although his appearance may tell otherwise.

''It would be more proper, wouldn't it?''

The knight chose not to answer and continued looking at the road ahead. He usually restrained himself from secular conversations; those distracted him, but still, he was her friend.

''As stiff as gravel," Marcella thought to herself. "Order to stop the procession and find someone to fix my hair. Thank you."

Ser Ywain nodded and turned his horse around, disappearing from Marcella's view. Frankly, she did not want to get off the steed. She has loved riding since she was a little girl; her father taught her early in life. Head of House Tyrell was a benevolent man. Horses, dresses, earrings, and teachers were brought to her with only a sway of a finger. Oh, how she missed him sometimes on the cold evenings in Oldtown.

Now, she is a guest in her own home. Not the first one, judging from the number of horses grazing near the castle. And definitely not the most awaited—the news of the Lord Hand and Targaryen Prince's arrival had spread like wildfire throughout Highgarden, and it was all anyone could talk about. Marcella heard a lot about him and his beautiful golden dragon. She peered out of her window—perhaps the creature is also here, and she might catch a glimpse of it.

The feast was grandiose. Crowds of people in their best gowns gathered in the grand hall of Highgarden Castle. Marcella's House paid an immense amount of gold dragons for it, so now the tables are bursting with food and drinks, and the lovely sounds of lyres fill the room. Large windows painted the room in soft light, reflecting their celestial shine on everything around. Nothing could compare to the emerald green tapestries on the eternal walls of her house's citadel.

Marcella caught her father's gaze, giving him a smile. The decorations were indeed to her liking. She wished she could tell this to him directly, although the seating simply didn't allow it. Lord Tyrell sat at the head of the table, and to his right were newlyweds, who were forced to listen to yet another drunken lord's sermon about love and prosperity. On his left, however, sat a much happier-looking Prince Aegon.

He was merely handsome, with his silver hair almost reaching the shoulders. It was nothing of the unusual kind—all Targaryens had long hair. Prince's face was light and childish, with a slight hint of redness from the tenth goblet of wine he was downing. Despite his youthful appearance, Prince Aegon exuded a sense of regal confidence that was hard to ignore. Perhaps too much of it.

''I have a speech to make,'' he announced, efficiently shutting down the poor lord. The room fell silent as all eyes turned to the prince. He stood up, nearly spilling the wine, earning a quiet sigh from Lord Otto beside him. Then he started talking.

Marcella watched how the colours changed on the face of young Tully, from white to all shades of red. Her father, however, remained stoic; only his eyes gave away his true feelings—they darkened with each word leaving the prince's mouth. The royal was incredibly lucky—the traditions don't allow weapons at celebrations like this. As Marcella watched the men, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease wash over her. The tension in the room was palpable, and she found herself holding her breath as she waited for the speech to finish.

Prince didn't seem to notice the effect he had on people, or he was too drunk to care. He continued cheerfully. ''And, must I add, Lord Tully has found himself incredibly lucky—people say Highgarden women make the best... Ow!''

He didn't get to finish; his grandsire cut him off. ''Excuse me,'' Otto started, ''the Pince had too much to drink. You know how it goes with boys and wine.''

''We surely do.'' Marcella's father nodded, his dark eyes burning holes in the Targaryen prince. His voice was low and measured, but there was an unmistakable edge to it that sent shivers down Marcella's spine. ''Now, let us dance and forget about all of this unpleasantness''.

Marcella breathed a sigh of relief and allowed herself to be led onto the dance floor by her father. As they swayed to the music, she caught glimpses of her father's face in the mirror and noticed a hint of sadness behind his smile. It was as if he was carrying a heavy burden that he couldn't share with anyone, not even his daughter.

The sunset was closing; the sky above Highgarden was already covered in a faint pink shadow, but Marcella did not desire to return to the chambers just yet. She allowed herself a few more moments at the feast. The gardens were blooming at this time of the year, glooming with emerald green. She felt a gust of wind hit her skin, covering it in shivers. Marcella closed her eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet fragrance of the flowers.

''Should I wait here, my lady? '' asked Ser Ywain, standing beside her. She forgot he was here; his steps were silent.

Marcella smiled. ''Yes, thank you. Don't worry; I shall scream for you to hear in case of danger. ''

The knight nodded, his hands on the sword; he was now holding guard.

Marcella turned on her feet, leaving the man behind. She knew those gardens better than anyone. As she strolled, she noticed a small dragonfly perched on a petal. A beautiful, divine creature; its azure blue wings shone under the light from the castle windows. Marcella smiled to herself; who would have known she would find such a view here?

Suddenly, a few loud voices were heard, startling the dragonfly away. It darted off into the distance, leaving Marcella alone. She looked around; the owners of the voices were unknown to her. Marcella had to think quickly; if they found her here without a guard, Ser Ywain might get into trouble. She didn't want that; she liked the man. So she did what a young maiden shouldn't do: she hid under the nearest bush, careful not to make her presence known.

The voices grew louder and more distinct as they approached. One of the guests was a woman; her laugh rang through the gardens, clear in the nightly silence.

''Are you sure we won't get caught, my Prince?''

''Oh, trust me, sweetheart, even if we do, who could say no to the golden dragon, eh?''

Marcella's heart filled with fear; it was Prince Aegon talking. He was even drunker than before if that was possible. The couple seemed to change their destination; they fell to the ground, a pile of limbs intertwined. Marcella could now see them clearly through a small gap in the branches. The woman's face was unknown to her, although her clothes indicated her lowborn status. A maid or a cook.

As she watched, the couple whispered sweet nothings to each other and stole kisses. After what seemed like an eternity to her, a woman started undressing. Marcella felt the heat enswathe her face. She closed her eyes, wishing to disappear. She wondered why she had even bothered to come to this wretched place. Strange sounds filled the garden; was it the sacred duty of marriage so many made grand speeches about tonight? The prince was not married, certainly not to this woman. It couldn't be; how could anyone find joy in this filth and lowliness?

Marcella couldn't stand this anymore. Haunted by the view and her dreadful realization, she turned on her feet. She ran, followed by the laughter behind her, anywhere from the awful silver hair and smell of wine. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of running, the familiar figure appeared: Ser Ywain stood there, just as he did when she left him. Breathless and relieved, she collapsed into his arms. Ser Ywain held her tightly, his armour creaking as he did so.

''My lady?'' he asked, concern lingering in his voice.

Marcella shook her head, feeling a few tears escape her eyes. ''Take me to my chambers; I am tired and I want to rest.''

‘’Aha, there she is!" Lod Fillis exclaimed. The man was slightly drunk, and a pleasant smile appeared on his bearded face. He looked funny in his untidy attire—perhaps he had been hunting all afternoon. Sure enough, a roasted bird decorated the centre of the table, waiting to be eaten.

‘’Father, Lord Tully,'' Marcella bowed, taking her place at the end of the table. ''The hunt was successful, I assume.’’

''It indeed was! This boy is quite the hunter; I didn't know the Tullys were good archers.''

''It's nice to hear," Lord Tully replied with a smile.

The conversation then shifted to the upcoming harvest festival and the preparations that needed to be made. It wasn't anything new, although Marcella supposed it was to her sister's husband. Elize joined them later. She looked content; her movements were calm and graceful. Marcella smiled to herself. Her sister was a woman of great mind and subtle beauty. Elize noticed her gaze, giving her a disapproving look—it was an older sister's nature.

"So, sister, tell us. Is Oldtown to your liking?"

Oh, here it was—the mischievous grin on her face. Marcella knows what it means—Elize just came to one of her precise conclusions and is proud to announce them to her small audience. Marcella sighed inwardly, knowing that she was about to be subjected to her sister's teasing.

She pasted a smile on her face and replied, "Nothing compares to home, sister. But I made peace with it. Of course, the ships do sometimes still keep me bluntly awake in the middle of the night."

"Well, you certainly look like it. I could store all my dresses in your eye bags."

Marcella rolled her eyes, taking more duck from the plate. She knew her sister meant well, but sometimes her comments could be a bit too much. "No presents for you then. I shall keep all the dresses Hightowers sent you since you have plenty.''

''You wish. They are paying for all of the time I had to tolerate those awful lords yesterday.'' Elize lowered her voice. Not that it was needed; the men were too busy with their talks to hear a thing. ''Why weren't you at the bedding?''

''I-,'' Marcella stuttert, ''I was too tired from wine and dancing.''

''That's a shame.'' Her sister's face fell for a second before changing to bright again. ''Lord Edward fell into the apple pie while dancing!''

''Oh, I am so sorry for him.'' Marcella hid her smile in a goblet, failing in an attempt to keep her face stoic. They cannot laugh that openly at the poor old man, can they?

''Such an unscrupulous liar you are, sister!" Elize chuckled. ''May Gods forgive you.’’

After the repast, the older Tyrell sister and her husband almost disappeared from the solar. Marcella was happy to see Elize in love, although somewhat jealous. Lord Tully was a good, handsome man. He will make a fine Lord of Highgarden one day.

''So, do you have any plans in mind?'' her father asked. He, too, was quite content with the newlywed couple.

Marcella shook her head. She didn't feel like walking in the gardens again.

''Lord Otto invited me to play chess later, and I was wondering if you would like to join us.''

With a smile, Marcella accepted the invitation. She had always enjoyed a good game of chess, and the opportunity to play with Lord Otto was too enticing to pass up.

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"The colours of our house suits you," her cousin had said - and strange were her words, for the colours of both their houses were not the ones she currently wore, a velvety turquoise, not so bright as the colours maidens oft wore, but subtle, the colour toned down with the silver she wore.

"Our house?" She asked, tilting her head to the side as she took herself in, assessing everything with mild curiosity - yes, she quite liked the colour, as she liked the pale lilacs she oft wore and the mints and yellows her mother had gotten her. Though, from all the coloured dresses she had, the ones that were so far from her own family colours were the ones she loved the most - not the purple, or the greens, or the blacks or reds. But the blues of the skies, and yes, well, mint was a shade of green, but she preferred a mic of the two - which the current fabric of the dress that she wore, was. It did not help that the fabric, though thick, somehow shone in the light, not rippling in it, but more so playing with the shadows of where the light struck.

"You are a Velaryon now," she had said. "If not by blood, then by marriage." She shrugged, and Naerys had looked to her cousin through the mirror.

"Hmm," was all she said, sounding much like her older, ill-tempered brother. "I suppose all Targaryens do have a semblance of the sea in them..."

"It must be that our blood sings for Valyria," her cousin smiled, a genuine smile, and Naerys had looked down, smiling.

"Mayhaps," she said, her words a quiet thing.

"And, truthfully speaking," her cousin said, "the dress suits you." She got up and stood beside her, "It brings out your hair," and she gathered her hair and brought it over her shoulder, loose waves falling down, covering one part of her neck, leaving the other exposed.

Naerys aughed. "You compliment yourself, cousin, for our features are so finely alike, not many would hope to tell us apart, were it not for our eyes, among other things." The girls did share some features... their hair, their nose, their build and their grace.

Rhaena's eyes glistened with excitement. "Shall I get one too, then? So that we may further confuse my father."

"If you would like so," she smiled, her cousin's happiness warming her almost instantly. "Though I believe your father would not."

"My father hardly takes a liking to most things nowadays," she shrugged, before smiling blindingly at her cousin, and pulling another dress her way. The colour was near-white, and the material was made of silk, a thing that quickly caught her eye.

"Now this," Rhaena had said, "comes in a lilac, too. Should you like we match in that, as well?"

And Naerys found it difficult in her to tell Rhaena no, so she only nodded and smiled, her eyes lighting up in contentment as Rhaena droned on about the dresses and accessories that the new ship had brought - mostly for herself and her sister, but she was willing to share with Naerys, because while she had her sisters, Rhaena saw no harm in having one more.

Rhaena and Gael/Naerys/what's-her-name are gonna have the best sister-ship ever like. Literally friends that you count as your siblings I'm crying.

#lucerys velaryon #rhaena targaryen #rhaena targaryen is the best #oc: naerys targaryen #the dragon without wings #asoiaf fashion #oc fashion #a dragon without wings #character vibes #oc vibes

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talia-rumlow · 1 year

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My Brother´s Best Friend (Rumlow X Reader) Chapter Eleven - His Best Friend´s Little Sister!

You drag your hand out of his. He looks at you.

- I don't think that's a good idea, Brock...

It's not that you don't want to. But you have been drinking, just like last time. And you don't want anything to happen. Well, you do, but you don't. He fooled you once. That's on him. Since you know now. This will be on you. You'll be stupid if you let him in once more.

- What do you want me to say, YN?

Does he look sad? You don't know. And it could all be an act. And you really want to be totally sober when you talk about this.

- Can we like wait until tomorrow, Brock? I really don't want to do this when I'm drunk.

He clears his throat. Keeps looking at you.

- Of course! I'm not trying to push you, YN! I just.. I didn't know.

- Well, you still didn't talk to me after. I mean.. If you wanted...

He puts a finger over your lips.

- We can talk tomorrow. Don't start anything now that we can't finish. I didn't know, YN.. OK? I didn't know..

Then he turns around, and walks back into his room. You stand there for a while, looking at his closed door. Before that burning sensation behind your eyes gets too hard to hold back. You quickly get into your room. Bury your face in the pillows, and cry out your frustrations and your feelings.

Brocks pov:

She was a virgin? A virgin? He'd never.. Fuck! He remembered that night like it was yesterday. Ever since Jack introduced you, he thought you were beautiful. But he held back. You were younger than him, barley legal. And you were Jacks little sister. That last part made you off limit in itself. His best friend's little sister. Wasn't there a "rule" about that or something? But fuck how he wanted you. To touch you, feel your skin, taste it. Taste your lips. Taste every part of you.

He wasn't that experienced back then. He'd had one girlfriend before the military, and well the military wasn't exactly packed with girls. And the few that were there... Well, let's just say they weren't his type. He usually used magazines, and well.. His imagination. And that was good enough, but when he stayed in the same house as you, looked at you every day. It didn't take long before the imagination always went to you. Making him hard as a rock every time his mind wandered to you. Did you sleep naked? Did you... No.. You were 18 years old.

That's what he thought. He decided not to make a move. But then, you sat there in the couch that night. Everyone else was sleeping. And you didn't move, when he got closer. You didn't stop him when he kissed you. Infact, you kissed back. It was YOU who removed his shirt. You who let your hands touch his abs, your lips who kissed his neck. How the fuck could he have known that you were a virgin? Your behaviour was that of a more experienced one.

He might have placed you down on the floor. He might have removed your underwear. Yes, he might have done that. But you never stopped him. Not once. And you removed his underwear. You did. He remembers that.

Your breasts so soft in his palms. Your nipples peaking, and your eyes on him. He tries to think back. Did you try to tell him to stop with your eyes? Those beautiful green eyes of yours, shining like Dresden Green. No! Not once did they tell him no.

He remembers how you grabbed his hair, when he took your nipples between his lips. One at a time, slowly tasting every part of you. You didn't push him away. You held him in place.

Should he have known by the gasp you made when he pushed your legs apart? Should he have known by the small moans you made when his tongue touched your clit? How the fuck could he have known? Should he have asked?

Should he have felt it when he entered you? Did he hurt you? Oh fuck! He thought he was careful. But maybe he wasn't. Maybe you were scared, and didn't dare to tell him how much it hurt. Maybe you just lied there wishing for him to finish? Did you feel like he raped you? Oh, fuck.

That's why you buried yourself in a book for the reminder of his stay. That's why you didn't say good morning during breakfast the next day. Sitting the whole day reading that book, as if your life depended on it. Not once looking up. He almost didn't see your face after that. Always a book in front of it. If he thought back, he could even remember the title of it "The Last Juror" a John Grisham novel.

He wanted to talk to you, but that book was always in the way. And he saw how you responded to Jack, when he tried to talk to you. So he decided not to. And then... Then it was time to leave. And.. Well. He never saw you after that. Not until now. When he promised Jack to drive you to New York. Maybe that wasn't such a good idea after all. He thought this trip would mend your relationship. That you could get to know each other again. But then you were hostile from the very first second, and he and his smart mouth only made it worse.

He only wanted to make you laugh. That's why he cracked jokes and made fun of you... toy.. Fuck how he wanted to use that on you, or maybe watch you use it yourself. The images he conjures in his head makes him grow rock hard. Fuck.. Take a cold shower Brock.. Shake her off.

The semi cold water doesn't help. If anything it makes it worse. Brock curses at himself for having this little control over his emotions. He's usually a calm and collected guy. But this girl.. Fuck!

He grabs himself, hard. Angry at himself, so the strokes are rough and hard. Closing his eyes, so he can pretend it's you, who's holding him between your fingers. Stroking back and forth. He works faster. Trying to conjure the sensation of your tongue on his tip, as his pre cum starts to form around it. Faster! He's wildly bucking into his hand. Fuck, yes! He's coming hard. No surprise. It's been a while. He can't even remember the last time he had sex. Besides, after seeing you again. He knows that you are the only one he truly wants. But he can't push. No more jokes, Brock. Just... Just.. Oh, fuck!

Your pov

Finally you're done crying. No more tears left. Empty. Why did you start to cry anyway. It's not like he cheated on you. You were never together like that. Just a one night stand, right? He should have told you though. That a one night fling was all it was. He should have told you before hand, right? Shouldn't he have done that? Eh, how do you know? He was your first. You had no idea how things was even done. He did though.

How could he not have known that you were a virgin? Isn't he supposed to feel that or something? Isn't it supposed to be like tight or closed or... And you didn't know how to do anything. Sure, you kissed him, his lips, his shoulders, his chest. But you still had no idea what you were doing. How the hell didn't he notice that? Is he lying to you? Maybe he just want's another go, so he tells you what he thinks you want to hear?

Keep him at arms length, YN. Just keep him at arms length....

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iicandy-pop · 1 year

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The Boys with Their Newborns (all girls for some more girl dad vibes)

Katsuki Bakugou:

• Has a 3 y/o son and a 1 week old daughter.

•She is quite literally one of the CUTEST babies ever, with your h/c hair and Katuski’s red eyes, she is an angel.

• I can see him being nervous to have a daughter at first.

• Introduced the baby to her big brother as soon as they came home from the hospital.

• “Daddy, I wanted a brother!”

• “Oi, a sister is just as good.”

• “Okay, if you say so.”

• Katsuki is up before you are to comfort the baby the minute he hears her whining.

• He LOVES to give her forehead kisses or kiss her little toes after changing or dressing her.

• Does the violent Dad Gag when she has a blowout.

• Uses multiple burp cloths when holding her because she’s prone to spitting up.

• Overall is in love with his new baby.

• Gives you lots of snuggles and praise.

Izuku Midoriya

•His first baby, a GORGEOUS little girl with his curly, green hair, his freckles and your e/c eyes.

•Is obsessed with your baby, takes her EVERYWHERE, even to work to show her off.

• “Look at my beautiful baby!”

• She’s his little fashionista, he always dresses her in the cutest outfits with the biggest bows.

• He’s 100% a girl dad, and has always wanted to be a girl dad.

• Some nights when the baby is overtired, Izuku lets you go to bed early to get some rest, he’d stay up and calm her to sleep.

• He LOVES to rock her.

• This boy is completely absorbed with her.

•He does all of the house chores, takes extra special care of you and makes you the most amazing food just so you can rest :)

Shoto Todoroki

• Oh my gosh, you guys. This is Shoto’s third child.

• After having two amazingly sweet twin boys, you and Shoto finally have your girl five years later, with red and white hair and your e/c eyes. She is STUNNING.

• He. Is. OBSESSED.

• Your boys come to visit in the hospital with Rei, and they love their baby sister.

• He gives her ALL of the cute nicknames: Snowflake, honey, sweetie, ect.

• He cannot stand to hear her crying, it breaks his heart, just like it did when your boys cried as babies.

• He LOVES to rub her back while holding her, He did the same thing when your boys were babies.

• “Daddy’s got you, snowflake.”

• The absolute master at shushing and patting her to calm her down, you can’t figure out how he does it because it only works when he does it, so you concluded that she’s just a daddy’s girl.

• The meals he makes are SCRUMPTIOUS, this man has a secret passion for culinary arts.

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Stepping into womanhood with your cousins and grandmother who remembers everything

I REMEMBER HERS

Though Alma was far past this part of her life her daughters, and granddaughters were not. Her youngest granddaughter, Sofia, just started her first period this morning.

Lots of chaos ensued in the house from pepa running around trying to take care of her youngest, to julieta trying to do eight things at once to make cramp relieving cookies and treats, and get breakfast done and on the table before everyone came downstairs. Dolores, Isabela, Luisa, Mirabel, Dulce, and Liv all gathered in the kitchen, some sitting at the bar, others finding a spot sitting on an empty countertop.

“Julieta,” Pepa groaned as she smacked her head against the wall in the kitchen, seemingly completely done with the day before it even got started.

“Here, I made it extra strong since you had to take care of Sof and likely wouldn't have enough time to sit for three cups of your normal coffee,” Julieta told her sister, handing her a steaming mug of double shot espresso.

Julieta knew very well that a Pepa without coffee was dangerous, she also knew that a Pepa on her period was dangerous. The only downside to having coffee while on her period was the slightly more painful cramps. And to Julieta, a slightly more crampy Pepa, was better to live with than Pepa on her period without her coffee.

“Thanks hermana,” Pepa sighed taking a sip of her coffee, “I feel old now, my baby just got her period, before I can turn around she’ll be married with kids of her own,”

“I know the feeling, trust me I felt the same with mi mariposita,” Julieta told, flipping over some arepas.

“Mom, I’m 22 now,” Mirabel grumbled

“But you will always be mi mariposita,” Julieta told, giving her daughter a kiss in her hair as she sat a cup of hot tea infront of her, and the other four.

“Where are the boys? Shouldn’t they be in here as well,” Alma asked as she entered the kitchen.

“No mama, the boys are out at the market, had to make a trip to get some stuff for us,” Pepa explained to her mother.

Alma then seemed to realise that there were 8 women in the kitchen all with the same ‘I hate everything’ look in their eyes.

“Tia? Can I have a tea por favor?” Sofia asked, breaking the silence that had engulfed the kitchen.

“Of course, for cramps?” Julieta asked as the 11 year old found herself comfortable in her older sister’s lap.

Sofia nodded, and a calm conversation ensued between the 10 women. Most of which consisted of the elder 9 answering Sofia’s questions and telling their own stories.

“I remember when Luisa got her first period, before Isabela,” Julieta told.

“I remember that too, poor girl had no idea what was happening, and Isabela was mad, I remember sitting in her bedroom with her when she found out listening to her rant about how she was the oldest, yet somehow the last one to start her period,” Pepa recalled as the two mentioned blushed and his their faces.

“Abuela? Do you remember mami’s first one?” Sofia asked, a curious glint in her green eyes.

“Of course I do, how could I forget,” Alma said with a chuckle.

“Mama, Don’t you dare,” Pepa threatened.

“Don’t worry Pepa, I’ll tell one on tu hermana too, I remember the first time she got blood on her clothes, she came home crying she was so embarrassed,” Alma said, watching the color drain from julieta’s cheeks at the realization her sister had convinced her mother to tell her niece her most embarrassing period story.

“What was mami’s like?” sofia persisted impatiently awaiting the story of her mami’s first period.

“Ok,” alma laughed at the girl’s excitement.

-about 45 years prior-

“Mami!” Pepa screamed as a large boom of thunder erupted from behind the bathroom door.

“What is it? Are you sick mi sol?” alma asked from the other side of the door

“I don’t know,” Pepa whimpered as another boom of thunder sounded, making Bruno jump when he heard it as he walked past.

“What's wrong then? Can you tell me?” Alma asked her concern for her daughter growing by the minute.

“i don’t know mama! i came to the bathroom like always when I wake up and when I went to pull down my underwear to shower, there was blood in them,” Pepa explained, her voice wobbling as she was on the verge of tears.

Alma realized what was going on and sighed in relief that it wasn’t anything more serious.

“Pepi mi bebita, you’re going to be just fine, may I come in there?” Alma asked, before turning the unlocked doorknob.

When she entered the bathroom, one good look at Pepa sitting on the edge of the bathtub still in her baby yellow nightgown with her bloody underwear pooled at her ankles, brought back memories of her own first period. She was just as scared and upset as Pepa, and she was grateful to be here for her little girl. Well, one of them anyway, she would do the same for her Julieta when the time came for her.

Pepa looked up at her madre with big green eyes filled with tears that threatened to fall like the rain from the cloud above her.

“Pepi, there’s no need to cry darling. you’re going to be just fine, you just got your first period. Go ahead and shower bebita, I'll be back with some clean clothes for you, and I’ll explain what’s going on,” Alma said as she held her 11 year old’s hands in hers. Her heart broke looking into tearful orbs, and it didn’t make this any easier since Pepa had Pedro’s eyes.

Anytime Pedro was upset it broke her heart because his eyes seemed so big and sad, and since Pepa had his eyes, seeing Pepa upset was like taking an arrow right to the heart. It shattered her entire being, watching the brightness fade from green eyes as they turned to a dark, nearly black shade of green.

Alma returned in a few minutes to see Pepa running her hands through her fiery red curls making sure every inch had conditioner.

“mi bebe,” alma said calling pepa’s attention, “julieta’s making some chocolatey donuts for breakfast for you.” she told trying to diffuse the awkward tension in the small bathroom.

“mami? is this supposed to hurt?” pepa asked worried

“si, now pepa, you know boys and girls have different body parts, right?” alma asked trying to jump into this and get it done with.

“si, but what does that have to do with anything?’ pepa asked

“Well, boys don’t go through anything like this. only the ninas do. It's because our bodies are meant to bear children. When women aren’t pregnant, then all of the padding and blood that had built up inside us to help a baby grow has to come out. That's called a period, it happens for about 5 days each month. The pain you feel is called cramps, it’s the muscles around your uterus contracting to push the blood out.” Alma explained, PPepa seemingly following along, “To keep the blood off of your clothes and underwear, you use a pad. they go in your underwear and absorb the blood as it comes out. you put one on by peeling it off the plastic and putting it in your underwear like this,” Alma explained, showing Pepa with the underwear she had brought for her to put on, “then after about 5 or so hours you’ll need to change it. When you take the used pad off, wrap it in some paper and throw it in the trash. Now, i’ll leave you to dress,” Alma said, standing up and giving a towel wrapped Pepa a hug before leaving her to get dressed.

-back to present day-

“... Pepa spent the day in casita and felix, being worried about her, gave julieta some sweets and a card to take home to her,” Alma said

“he’s always been the best, when he finally found out about my period for the first time, he did everything he could to help, un hombre tan dulce,” pepa added

“wow,” sofia said, “what about tia juli’s story?”

“i think we can tell that story after breakfast,” julieta quickly said.

“that we can, along with everyone else’s stories, we can have a day to just relax and tell stories to celebrate your first blood,” alma concluded

Blushes covered each girls’ face, at the thought of each awkward story that had happened.

julieta recalled the one time she got blood on her skirt in the middle of town.

isabela remembered the time she accidentally left blood in her mami’s bed without realizing.

dolores looked back on the time she accidentally bled on isabella trying to get out of bed

Liv reminisced on the time she got her period in the river

luisa cringed with the thought of the time she walked all day with a stain on her rear.

mirabel recalled the time she got her period at the dinner table

dulce grimaced as she recalled the 6th grade health class where she ended up starting her period

and like alma promised, they all shared awkward stories all day long.

Hope you enjoy ❤

#sofia #last girl #youngest #abuela alma madrigal #alma madrigal #bruno magridal #encanto au #encanto bruno #encanto comic #encanto disney #encanto headcanons #incorrect encanto quotes #madrigal cousins #madrigal sisters #women's rights #little redhead #she's pepa's kid alright

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fluffykitty149 · 2 years

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MADE A FIC BASED ON A FOXFIRE MHA FIC BECAUSE I CAN! NO BETA EXCEPT FOR MY LITTE SISTER LOL!

Basically it’s a little sister au with Yoichi and her trying to manipulate AFO to releasing them.

og author: @gentrychild

og fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37532725/chapters/93678403

Part 1: A friendly ghost

Itsuki was five when she first met Yoichi. She had wandered off during the festival and had gotten overwhelmed, crying in a corner as most people ignored her. Finally, a gentle voice called out to her “Are you alright little one?”

She looked up to see a white-haired man in a blue kimono looking at her with gentle eyes. “I- I can’t find my brother” she sobbed rubbing tears away.

He chuckled gently. “I also hated losing sight of my brother when I was your age. Let’s see if we can find yours.” he guided her up without touching her and the two began to walk in search of her brother. They made small conversation, noting the key physical traits of her brother, telling each other stories of being the youngest, and although Itsuki felt comfortable with him she began noticing some odd things. He seemed to talk about things in the past tense, his hair somewhat floated instead of falling flat, his skin was a ghastly pale, and his kimono was tucked the wrong way.

The more time she spent with him, the more her nervousness began to grow, until she finally plucked the courage to look down and paled at the sight. There was not a single implication he had feet. Instead his kimono somewhat levitated above ground. All the pieces fit together and she began to back away in horror.

Yoichi looked at her in confusion, guilt, then worry as he slowly walked closer. “Itsuki, I can explain-” she never told him her name. In a panic, she began to run as fast as she could not bothering to be mindful of others thanks to her small stature. He tried calling for her again as he breezed past people but she ignored him as she dove into the forest with no plan in mind.

It was dark and terrifying, but she prayed to the spirits that the ghost wouldn’t find her. Just as she thought she had lost him, his voice called out “STOP!”. Her footing slipped and she near tumbled off a cliff had it not been for a bush she had grabbed. He looked over her in horror then floated down.

“STAY AWAY!” she shouted in a panic swinging.

“Stop! You’ll fall if you keep moving. You need to climb up okay? I’ll try to help but-” “Why should I trust you!” She wailed out gripping the bush for dear life.

Yoichi exhaled slowly and rubbed his face. “Listen to me, the reason I know your name is because I knew you in past life. I was your uncle. I didn’t expect for your powers to manifest so soon but I want to help I promise, but you have to trust me.”

Seeing no other options Itsuki nodded her head tears in her eyes and Yoichi clasped his hands together. “ Alright. First thing’s first let’s get you out of here. Once you get over the edge let go of the bush and try to go back okay?” She nods her head and Yoichi lowers himself below her and a bit forward. Rubbing his hands, he shoots them out, and with it, a gust of wind strong enough to wreck houses blows out and Itsuki is thrown off the cliffside.

The wind was knocked out of her but she was miraculously alive. She hauled herself up off bruised knees and brushed grass and dirt off her pink and blue yukata in relief. Her green hair had fallen out and flew around wildly but it didn’t bother her as she grinned at the ghost that saved her life.

“Thank you sir!” she bowed gratefully.

Yoichi laughed, “I told you I was your uncle so just call me Yoichi, or Uncle if that’s alright.

“Thanks Uncle Yoichi” she bowed again still smiling.

He offered a smile back then began to guide her out of the forest. They walked silently for a while but there was a question Itsuki was burning to ask. “What do you mean by powers? Am I magic girl!?” she asked in awe.

Yoichi laughed and ruffled her hair but it went right through. “You have powers that lay dormant from your past life. I might be able to help you unlock it if you want.”

“Oh. What’s in it for me?”

Yoichi hummed stroking his chin. “You know that natural disaster that happens every 100 years?”

Itsuki nodded her head in worry. The next one was going to happen when she became 13. “Well, if you train hard enough, you might be able to stop it.”

Itsuki gasped “really?”

Yoichi nodded excitedly and Itsuki jumped in excitement “Wow! I get to be a hero!”

Her uncle laughs again “yes you will. But first, let’s find your brother.”

After exiting the forest Yoichi skillfully guides her through the crowd, fazing through people giving them slight chills. Eventually, they find a tuff of similar green hair in the crowd “IZUKU!”

Izuku turns with watery eyes and runs up to his sister “SUKI!” he collapses on the ground and wraps her in a fierce hug. “Don’t you ever scare me like that again!” guilt creeps in and she wraps her arms around her brother.

“I’m sorry” she mutters crying into his t-shirt. Tears stained her own yukata and she tried giving a small smile.

“It’s okay, I was scared at first and cried a bit, but a nice man saved me.”

“Where is he?”

“He’s over-” Yoichi was gone. “Oh. I guess he must have left.”

Izuku sighed in exhaustion. “Come on, let’s go home.”

“Aww, do we have to? What about-“

“You already got lost once today I’m not letting you again. Mom’s probably going to kill us both.”

Itsuki began to cry again which made Izuku panic. “Hey! It’s okay! I’ll probably be in more trouble than you!

She didn’t want her brother to get in trouble because of her mistake, so she thought of a plan so neither would be in trouble. “Or,” Itsuki began whipping tears out of her eyes “we could just never tell mom that I got lost. How about instead I just hold your hand the rest of the festival”

Izuku blinked in surprised then laughed. “My god you’re a menace” he saw something at a stall that would make it easier to enjoy the night. “Wait here a second.”

He dove into the swarming crowds while Itsuki did her best to stay in place. Less than a minute later he came back with a long string that he tied around the back of her obi. “There.” he said in finality “now I won’t lose you again”

“Yay!” Itsuki exclaimed delightedly she still had some free will. With that, the two siblings enjoyed the rest of the festival. ‘At least I had an excuse to avoid the shadow puppets’ Izuku thought to himself as onlookers looked at them with curiosity.

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