#ask aylee

[kitweewoos]

Hi I'm asking you about August and Elias!!!

Oh my god I'm so glad you asked! August and Elias are my superhero universe original characters, who did not choose to have superpowers but are doing their best to save the world with them, except that they have vastly different methods. In the world they live in, superheroes and villains are controlled and regulated by a corporation who decides who gets to present as a hero or a villain, although this is definitely a corporate secret.

August and his twin (Julian) are presented as one hero and they aren't allowed to tell anyone about each other so despite going through hell for each other, they're unable to be seen together and only one of them can be out at once, so they can only be together when they're alone at home. They have different powers, but August can kinda emulate other powers so they do whatever Julian can do. Julian is older anyway so they basically both become him.

Elias, on the other hand, while being a super sweetheart who rescues dogs and helps out whoever needs help, his powers are black flames, so he got branded as evil, even though all he wants to do is make the world a fairer place - he's also a nurse when he's not doing his "villain" shit, and he has a three-legged german shepherd named Aylee, we love her, she's perfect....

They started out as a short story which is on my writing tumblr here and based on a tumblr prompt. My pinterest board for them is here. The story has changed so many times in the last 4+ years, but I want to put some serious effort into finishing it this year!!

[ask me about my original fiction]

#wip ask #original wip #original fiction #wip august and elias #ask tag #talk to me #winterbonesthings #a tag for rainbow #wip superhero

[annasiims]

Hi lovely! Hope you’re doing well. May I ask where Aylee’s bathing suit from episode 18 is from?

Also, what did you use for the kids to have the ice cream? Thanks so much <3

Hi!! 🤍 Aylee’s bathing suit is from the Poolside Splash Kit & I made ice cream for the kids with the ice cream machine from Kitchen Cool Stuff !!

#wcif #answered

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The Bastards Ch. 1

Fandom: Reign (2013) Pairing: Sebastian (Bash) x Oc. Setting: French Royal Court. Warnings: None The Bastards Masterlist

The BastardsCh. 1

"The Bastards gotta stick together, right?" Ten year old Liam Hayes taunted his seven year old sister Maisie where she stood next to King Henry's bastard son, Sebastian.

"I'm not a bastard!" Maisie yelled, stomping her little foot into the snow with her gloved hands on her hips.

"Yeah ya are." Her other brother Jack, two years older than her, argued.

"Am not!" Maisie yelled back. Her face red with anger.

"Are so! Why do you think you have red hair and brown eyes when Momma and papa have blond hair and blue eyes like us?" Liam asked with an attitude.

"Let's go play." Sebastian, three years older than her, grabbed her hand and started pulling her away from her brothers.

"Gladly." Maisie grumbled and followed after Sebastian while the two boys behind them chanted, "Bastards stick together, bastards sick together."

RRRRRRRRRR

The carriage hit a hole in the king's road, jerking Maisie awake. "Have a good nap?" Greer asked her from where she sat on the opposite bench.

"I've had better." Maisie answered, stretching her neck. "Do we know how much longer it'll be?"

Kenna, who was sitting beside Greer, looked out the window. "We're here."

Maisie was the last one out of the carriage and as she was stretching her legs when a second carriage pulled up in front of the French court from the opposite direction as the one that had contained the five eighteen year old girls who were Queen Mary's ladies in waiting. "There's Mary." Aylee, the more shy of the five girls, said excitedly as Queen Mary stepped out of the black and gold carriage, her eyes instantly finding her ladies making a smile stretch over her pretty face as she walked over to them. The five girls curtsied before Mary embraced them in a could of giggles.

“We missed you so much.” Kenna said as they all pulled away and looked at their friend.

“Oh, Kenna, Maisie, Greer…I’m so happy to see you.” Mary told them, holding Kenna and Aylee’s hands as they were closest to her in the circle they’d formed. “Lola, Aylee…we’re all together again.”

At the sound of scuffling feet they all turned to see that people had lined up on each side of the sidewalk leading to the castle’s main door. “Mary, you’re hair. Didn’t the nuns teach you anything?” Greer asked as she hastily attempted to fix Mary’s windblown, slightly frizzy hair before the royal family could see her like that.

Mary, however, was more interested in the trunks that were getting taken from the carriage that contained the ladies' things. “Oh, Greer, those can't all be clothes.” Mary said noticing most of the trunks bore Greer's family crest.

“There’s jewelry and silver too. Making up in volume for what I lack in station I suppose.” Greer replied, making them all giggle.

Horns were blown, drawing everyone's attention to the castle. “Here they come.” Kenna said, clearly eager to see the king, queen and Mary’s betrothed.

“His royal highness King Henry the second!” someone announced as the horns continued to play.

“Well, that’s King Henry, but…is that Catherine?” Mary asked, taking a step away from where she’d stood in a line with her ladies.

“No, they’re still waiting on her.” Kenna answered. “That’s Diane De Poitiers, his mistress.”

“So the rumors are true.” Aylee said with a bit of a judging look at Diane. Maisie however, didn't look down on Diane and instead gave the woman a small smile, unsure if she'd remember her.

“Unlike her you’ll have no trouble finding husbands here.” Lola added.

“Oh we’ll certainly enjoy the hunt.” Kenna said with a look at Greer, Aylee and Maisie then looked at Lola. “What about you?” Lola gave her a flat look, making Kenna roll her eyes. “Eh, don’t tell me. It’s about that boy from Aberdeen.” Kenna sing songed the last word mockingly.

“Colin said he’d wait for me.” Lola told her, a little upset by Kenna’s prodding.

“Till when? We might never be back on Scottish soil. Not if it all works out and Mary reigns here.” Greer pointed out.

“What do you mean if?” Aylee asked.

“Make no mistake. We’re here now to get our young queen in the game.” They all looked at Greer with frowns. “Alliances can shift. Before they do, Mary needs to win the prince's heart.”

Kenna rushed to Mary's side excitedly. “Is that Francis? He’s gorgeous.”

Maisie looked up to see a dark haired, light blue eyed man who was, as Kenna just said, very gorgeous.

“No, that’s not Francis. I know it isn’t.” Mary answered, sounding very sure of herself.

“That’s Sebastian.” Maisie replied as she moved to stand beside Kenna.

“Diane’s son. I hear the king favors him.” Kenna added.

Maisie watched as Sebastian walked around the king and his mother to stand behind them. More horns were blown as queen Catherine was announced and walked to stand slightly in front of Diane. Not long after, a blond-haired, pale skinned, clearly royal man, avoided the sidewalk altogether and moved to stand across from Mary. After he bowed to her the two young royals engaged in an amusing greeting that made the ladies giggle at their queen before they started down the path into the castle.

RRRRRRRRRR 

Mary's ladies stood in a room with a stuffy woman dressed in black. “You have returned to the court at your own queens bidding. As nobile ladys you must counsel her. Prepare her, account for her. For the princess Elizabeth's wedding, as with any event, you must acquaint yourselves and Mary with all visiting royal and dignitaries. Who amongst you is fluent in italian?”

They all just looked at one another before their eyes settled on Aylee. “I suppose I am.” she spoke up though it sounded more like a question.

“You will sit next to the pope’s cousin.” the stiff woman answered before she took in a deep breath and rolled her eyes. “He has no teeth and speaks very quickly.” The other girls giggled, Maisie only cracked a smile and smacked Kenna on the arm faining disapproval.

RRRRRRRRRR

Now in Mary's chambers the girls played around with makeup, jewelry and dresses. "Maisie, try this one." Lola said as she held up a lavender gown with silver beading on the satin corseted bodice and a flowing skirt of tulle. "It'll go good with your hair." Maisie took the dress, iffy about the tight corseted top. She usually opted for more loose fitting dresses for fear of being too much attention to herself.

After putting it on and letting Kenna lace up the back she looked at herself in the full length mirror. Most women would kill for Maisie's hourglass waist, but she hated it. "Where have you been hiding that waist?" Kenna asked as she took a step back. Maisie blushed as she picked up a purple beaded headband.

"Away from the eyes of the boys back home hoping to snag a wife." Maisie answered as she put the headband on.

"Are you saying you don't want a husband?" Mary asked where she sat at a dressing mirror applying kohl to her eyelids.

"I'm saying I didn't want a Scottish husband. We've all known since we were children that we would return to France eventually. It was just a matter of when and..." Maisie paused debating if she wanted to tell them the truth.

"And what?" Mary asked.

"Okay…I know this is going to sound silly but when we lived here as children, I promised my heart to a boy. I'm hoping to find him." she answered as she tied the band behind her head then adjusted the lock of hair to the left of her face that was always braided with silver beads intertwined into it.

"It's been nine years. Don't you worry he's forgotten you?" Aylee asked.

"Yes, that is a concern, I’m sure he will remember me just as I remember him." Maisie shrugged.

"Are all these gowns really from Paris?" Greer asked, changing the subject as she finished putting on a dress with a green boddes and cream satin skirt.

"Yes, every single one." Aylee answered where she was trying a gold beaded belt around the waist of her soft pink dress.

"If Collin could see me now he'd marry me in a second." Lola said as she twirled in her cream dress with green beading. "I look of age now. We all do."

"You know what I'd like to do?" Aylee asked and they all looked at her. "Explore. We haven't been here since we were children. Surely the castle has changed. Who's with me?"

"I am." Lola answered.

"Go, I'll catch up. There's something I want to see." Marry told her ladies as they all rushed out the door.

RRRRRRRRRR

At the wedding reception Maisie was standing with Aylee and Mary when Colin, who had decided he couldn’t wait to be with Lola and came to be with her, walked up and offered Mary a glass of wine. “Your grace, beautiful evening is it not?” he asked as she took the glass from him. When he kneeled and kissed Mary’s hand Maisie's eyes found Lola, watching from a few feet away, a hurt look in her eyes.

As soon as Collin walked away Mary noticed she’d accidently hurt Lola. “Maisie, I want to go dance.” Mary told her as she took her hand.

“It’s improper to dance alone.” Maisie argued, but she didn’t let go.

“I won’t be alone.” Mary argued and Maisie looked at Aylee for help.

She received none and Mary only released her hold on Maisie's hand to grab Lola's. “Lola come dance with me.” Lola looked at her the same way Maisie had, like she was crazy. “Take off your shoes. Come on, dance with me, take off your shoes.” Mary encouraged her ladies so they all kicked off our shoes and followed her out onto the empty dance floor.

As they grabbed hands and circled together as if playing a game of ring around the rosie, Maisie felt herself letting go, feeling like a carefree child. A girlish giggle left her lips as the larger circle broke and she and Greer grabbed hands, twirling around a few times before she let go and all of the ladies danced freely around their spinning queen. Eventually others joined in with them.

When feathers started falling from overhead, Maisie stopped and looked up. Still, with a smile upon her face she watched a feather float down until Greer sweeped by, making her lose track of it and insead, notice the light blue eyes of Sebastian looking right at her. Butterflies stirred in the pit of her stomach and only picked up speed when he gave her a soft smile.

A yelp slipped from her lips and pulled her out of the moment when Aylee grabbed her hand and Greer grabbed the other, pulling her back into a dancing circle that formed around Mary, who once again twirled, her arms above her head. As soon as the music was done everyone started exiting the ballroom. “Why’s everybody leaving?” Mary asked, slightly out of breath.

“It’s time for the consummation.” Lola answered.

“The ritual, the ceremony, the mystery…aren’t you curious?” Kenna said as she grabbed Mary’s hand and pulled her after everyone else.

“Where are we going?” Maisie asked when they branched off from the people who followed the royal couple into the bedchamber.

“I played in this area often as a child. I know where we can watch without getting caught.” Kenna answered quietly.

“You mean they really watch them…you know?” Aylee asked innocently.

“It’s tradition for royals.” Greer answered.

“Yes, but we’re not allowed." Aylee argued as they came to a stop in a small dark corridor. A curtain hung on the wall.

"Don't you wanna know what you're in for someday?" Kenna asked, wonder and curiosity clear in her voice as she pulled the curtain aside. Kenna always had been the most curious when it came to men. They watched the servants ready Elizabeth for bed before Philip walked in, wearing only a long night shirt.

Elizabeth looked around, nervous about the other eyes in the room watching them. But Philip cupped his hands on each side of her face, making her see only him before they kissed. From the way Elizabeth relaxed it was clear she'd already forgotten everyone else but him. They watched until long after Philip had laid her back on the bed doing things that pulled sighs and moans from both of them as everyone watched their silhouettes move in time as one. "We should go." Aylee spoke up, pulling the rest of them from their thoughts before they followed Aylee out of the corridor and into the hallway.

"Split up." Mary whispered so they all went in different directions.

Maisie had found her way back to the ballroom, hoping to snag one of the berry tartlets she'd spotted before. Unfortunately the tray was now empty. "Drat." She sighed to herself.

"Worked up an appetite, have you?" The voice of Sebastian came from behind her and a smile took over her lips before she wiped it off her face and turned around. "What with all that dancing."

"I may have." She answered and as a server walked by Sebastian took a pomegranate tart off the tray and held it out to her. "Thank you, Bash."

"You're welcome, Maisie." He told her with a soft smile as he watched her take a bite of the tart.

"Is it safe to assume you remember me?" Maisie asked. "Or have you simply familiarized yourself with the names of Mary's ladies?"

"I remember you." He told her with a twinkle in his eyes. "A boy never forgets his childhood love."

A blush colored her cheeks as she laughed. "Childhood love huh?"

"I did vow to marry you one day." He pointed out.

"Actually you wished it, on a shooting star, when I was seven." She corrected him.

"I was sure you would have forgotten about that and me." He said with a look of wonder in his eyes.

"A girl never forgets her childhood love." She answered with a blush and a shy smile.

"Would you like to take a walk with me?" He asked as he held out his hand.

"I'd love to." She answered as she took his offered hand.

They made their way outside into the cool night air. "So how does it feel, being back at court?" Bash asked.

"Nostalgic." She answered. "It has me remembering things I'd forgotten about."

"Like what?" Bash asked as they walked along the sidewalk.

"Like how we climbed that tree over there. My bare foot slipped off the limb and I got a huge splinter." She said with a point to the large tree in the distance.

"I remember that. I brought you to my mother and she got the splinter out." Bash added.

"She was so kind to me even though my parents looked down their noses at her." Maisie replied.

"I'm sure they looked down on me too. I'm surprised they even let you play with me." Bash added.

"They didn't look down on you." Maisie replied, earning an interested look from him. "If anything I think they pitied you a bit. They said you couldn't help the situation you were born into."

"I know for sure your father didn't like me." He argued.

"I think that may have had more to do with the fact that you were sweet on his daughter." Maisie told him with a pointed look.

Bash laughed "You're probably right. How are they, your parents?"

Maisie's eyes fell. "They passed away, not long after we moved back to Scotland. Our house caught fire, my brothers and I made it out, they didn't."

"I'm so sorry." Bash said as he rubbed her hand in his with his thumb.

"It's fine." She answered as she steered them over to the stone half wall of the pathway they'd been walking and let go of Bash's hand to place hers on the wall, looking out at the lake. "My uncle, father's brother, took us in. He and my aunt had no children of their own." A comfortable silence settled over them. Eventually Maisie's eyes moved from the lake to Bash's hands that rested on the stone wall beside hers. A small smile stretched her lips as she turned toward him, rested her hip on the wall and held her right hand out to him. He took it and slipped his pointer finger over a small scar on the fatty part of her palm between her thumb and wrist. "Do you still have yours?" She asked.

He held his left hand out to her, showing her the scar on the same part of his hand. She pressed her palm to his, like they had when their scars were fresh, bleeding cuts, inflicted by the sharp blade of Bash's hunting knife. "I know it's none of my business but I have to know-"

"There's no one else." She answered knowing what he was about to ask because she was dying to know the same. The worry on his face eased. "Never has been, though the people back home would give you a different answer."

"What does that mean?" He asked with curious wide eyes.

She laughed. "There's this boy, Keelan, we're best friends, nothing more, but we let people think there was more to protect him from gossip." She explained. "We figured out when we were fourteen that he prefers boys. If people found out it wouldn't be good for him. So since I had no interest in other boys and he had no interest in girls, we used our friendship to protect him." She looked away from their hands and into his eyes. "What about you? Is the gossip true?"

"Depends, what's the gossip say about me?" He asked, looking amused.

"I think the words Aylee used were "He has a terrible reputation with women." Though I didn't get any specifics and I don't know her source." Maisie answered.

"There have been others." He answered. Her shoulders and heart fell. She tried to take her hand off his but he slipped his fingers between hers and closed them. "They meant nothing to me."

"Any man can say that." She whispered, her eyes on their hands. His gripping her relaxed one.

"I mean it." Bash assured her. "Give me a chance to prove it?"

She took her time thinking about it. He could have lied about his past, but he owned up to it. She wasn't stupid. Girls were pressured to safeguard their virtue while boys weren't considered men if they were still virgins at a certain age. After the promises they'd made as children and nine years of saving herself for Bash she owed it to both of them to give him a chance. So she closed her fingers, holding his hand. "Don't make me regret it."

"I wouldn't dare. Especially if you can still throw that punch I taught you." He replied and she laughed. “Not only did you bloody your knuckles but my nose as well.”

“I only did what you told me to.” Maisie said defensively. “And you healed just fine. I can’t say the same for the poor boy back home. His nose is still a bit crooked.”

“And what offense landed him on the receiving end of your dainty, and clearly still powerful, fist?” Bash asked.

“He thought it would be a good idea to grab my backside.” she answered. “It was like an instinct I didn’t know I had. I turned and punched before I'd even fully registered what had happened. I got in so much trouble for that.”

“You got in trouble?” Bash asked with a frown. “He was the one in the wrong.”

“It’s not proper for a Lady to know how to throw a punch.” she said with a roll of her eyes.

“Every woman should know how to defend themselves, titled or otherwise.” Bash argued.

“I agree with you.” Maisie said with a smirk. “And I have you to thank for not just that moment of self defense but several others over the years. So, thank you.”

Bash gave her a soft smile. “You’re welcome.”

"I should probably turn in for the night." Maisie pointed out realizing it had gotten late.

"Then I'll bid you goodnight like a gentleman." He told her as he moved her hand around in his, brought it to his lips and kissed the back of it.

She closed the space between them, stood on her tiptoes and placed a kiss to his stubbly cheek. "Goodnight, Bash."

#reign #reign fanfiction #sebastian x oc #bash x oc #reign sebastian #reign sebastian x oc #reign bash x oc #reign bash #bash fanfiction #reign bash fanfiction #reign 2013 #reign sebastian fanfiction

[multimuse-rp-archived]

Plots please! ( any Stranger Things, GoT, or Reign muses! )

A reunion between Jon and Sansa! Him saving her from Ramsay, him saving her from Baelish… just. Him giving her the comfort that she deserves <3

Okay hear me out… Samwell coming to talk to Arya after she refuses to open up to Jon. Just sitting with her, talking with her, not asking anything about her feelings or anything that happened, but just. Them talking and being friends

MARY AND CATHERINE!!! Them trying to cover up a murder, them trying to deal with the consequences of their actions, them secretly trying to sabotage each other, them being forced to work together, them after Francis dies… just Mary and Catherine ahksjsjd

Nostradamus warning Aylee about her death maybe? Trying to find a way to prevent it? Maybe he succeeds and saves her life?

Leith and Greer <333 just. More Leith and Greer! Them dealing with her pregnancy maybe? Trying to find ways to cover up that the baby’s his? Leith desperately trying to move up in status to be able to marry her?

Robin and Nancy getting stuck in the Upside Down together! Them trying to find a way out ahdkjajs. Or them just investigating the whole Victor Creel thing? Or the two of them investigating something else? I just love their dynamic ahdkjajd

Max and Nancy after the Vecna thing? Bonding over it and just talking about what happened? I feel like Max would find it hard to open up to anyone besides Nancy because Nancy KNOWS what she’s gone through more than anyone else

#lmk if you like them! #chaxticdreamxrs

[roseguidedarc]

@quarrytm​ ASKED,   “ 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕. 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅? ”  𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 @ 𝒌𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒆𝒆.

      𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆. 𝐒𝐈𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍’𝐓  feel like this, but kaylee can’t help what lingers in the back of her mind && haunts her dreams at night.  the fire . . the fire was her fault even as accidental as it was.  only meant to be a small distraction to get silas out of confinement && never did she think that it’d result in so many deaths && so much chaos in its wake.  not only did it hurt others, but it hurt her own   𝓫𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻   &&  that is something she can’t shake as easily  !   father has taken notice as kaylee’s period of trying to seem alright that has faded─he asks his question && kaylee glances away in a hesitant way. out of character for her.     ;      fingers pull at a loose hem on the end of her shirt with teeth digging into bottom lip.  ❝  oh, daddy─  ❞   tone matches her sorrowful, guilt ridden mood.    ❝  I’m jus’ thinkin’ of the fire.  I’ve been havin’ bad dreams that keep me up at night && caleb . . .  ❞   big brother so protective of her , but because of what happened he’s turned into something else entirely on   𝙵𝚄𝙻𝙻 𝙼𝙾𝙾𝙽𝚂.   ❝  I’m worried about caleb.  ❞   tears well in those big doe eyes of hers . . so full of love and kindness to give.  k aylee’s always been so sweet.  ❝  it’s my fault what’s happened to him, isn’t it ?   I did that to him !  ❞   tears spill over onto flushed cheeks.

#quarrytm #muse: kaylee hackett

[invincible-selfxmade-punk]

Today I attempted to share one of my favorite books with my students. They were actually well behaved, which is good.

Most of them understood and reacted the right way in the right parts, but trying to get them to draw conclusions over things that any other class would have found achingly obvious was a lesson in futility.

The book is called Pink and Say and it has been my favorite book to teach since I discovered it when I was teaching reading 6 years ago. Since then I have managed to shoe horn it in every year, no matter what I was teaching.

It is the story of two boys fighting on the side of the Union who get separated from their units. One is black, one is white. The black kid, Pinkus Aylee, rescues the white kid, Sheldon Curtis, who has been wounded and takes him home to meet his mother.

They're walking around as the boy heals up, & Pinkus tells him:

"That big house that is almost all burned out, that belonged to Master Aylee. "

The boy responds and asks how it is that Pink has that last name as well. Pink responds that when you are owned, you don't have anything, not even your own name, and that even his parents were forced to take the Master's name.

At this point I stopped and asked everyone. "What do we now know about Pinkus?"

Nothing.

I wait.

*crickets*

Every class.

108 students.

"Why is he called Master Aylee? Why not just Mr?"

........

Uh, he's the boss?

Finally, at the end of the day, one kid spoke up and said "He's a slave."

We have studied the civil war 43 weeks.

Another thing that mystified everyone when the boys are talking about where they came from, Pink a says he fought with the 48th colored regiment,

I stopped & asked, "What does he mean that he was in a Colored Regiment?"

This time, no one knew in any class the entire day!!

#teacher rant #reading #critical thinking #civil war #teaching

[arrthurpendragon]

⌨ + Gloria Regali

Speaking of duty, the French court was likely already waiting for us. Well, they were waiting for the Dauphin’s betrothed, Mary to make her entrance so that they could make theirs.  But of course, until that union was official, it was my duty to wait in the wings and fulfill that role at a moment’s notice. The French were likely just out of our sight, watching us - observing us.  Trying their best to calculate how best to deal with this gaggle of Scottish women.

“Margaret,” Mary gently called me with an outstretched hand from where she stood with her handmaidens.

“Coming,” I told my sister.  And queen.

As I approached my sister’s side and took her hand, our handmaidens began to converse with each other.  They hadn’t seen each other since landing in LeHavre for they had each taken a different route to the palace as to not rouse suspicion.  It felt like no expense had been spared.  This alliance between Scotland and France was a matter of the gravest seriousness.

“Looks like we’re finally all together,” Lady Aylee, one of Mary’s handmaidens spoke.  She was also the dear sister of one of my own handmaidens, Lady Elaenor, whom Aylee moved to stand beside.

“Just in time too, for here they come,” Lady Clara remarked just before the trumpets blew one last time, calling their attention to the royal family descending upon them.  There had been no such fanfare to greet their own arrival.  But that was likely for the best.

Send me ⌨ + title to one of my fics and I’ll write a sentence for that fic! (if you want one back - add "tag you're it" to your ask)

#oc: margaret stuart #fic: gloria regali #fd: reign #oc: elaenor seton #oc: clara fletcher #send me a fic and i'll write a sentence #danie📚

[favroitecrime]

Yeah aylee’s outfits wont take long, however alot of her scenes are so minor it’s hard to even gif and outfit sets sometimes

Hey!! Ngl I was excited to see this I love when people take time to see/read tags. I was joking around since aylee barely survives long so it was a little funny to me lol. But I’m obsessed with the sets you’re going to make because I loved reign and I don’t see a lot of it on my dash anymore, so I’m really excited this is something you’ve started!! I’ll be sure to reblog them all whenever I can

#reign spoilers #also?? the dedication to include aylee even with her being a hard to gif character?? amazing #check out meg’s blog guys top tier it’s a great addition to your dashes #tag: asks

[olivetteisms-blog]

Favorite people and why?

“Mai, Nahla, Aylee, Nova, and Vera are my favorite people because they’re my best friends, same with Atlas and Gabe. Ty’s one of my favorite people too but don’t tell him that.”

@frcsier, @nahlas, @ayaylee, @reignxnova, @veraffs, @dcniros, @gcbrielst, @tymcnrce

#{ h.h. } #{ ask meme } #{ ft. mai } #{ ft. nahla } #{ ft. aylee } #{ ft. nova } #{ ft. vera } #{ ft. atlas } #{ ft. gabe } #{ ft. ty } #Anonymous

[btsreactionsandtexts]

Quarantine with the Maknae line!

Hope you like it! Give it a like if you want a thing line version!!

-Admin Aylee <3

Jungkook

-Sending members to one another from only the other side of the couch

-Rushing to the studio with random spirts of inspiration

-Teaching him more English and face times Namjoon to show off proudly when he can speak better

-Working out together but then eating a load of snacks

-Dressing you in his favourite outfits then having photoshoots

-Drinking wine and searching Pinterest for tattoos inspo 

-Stick and poke matching tattoos 

-Learning duets and recording them together

-Making memes of the other members and spamming the group chat with them

-Learning tiktok dances together

-Cuddling him while he works in his studio, asking for your opinions and letting you record little bits of vocal tracks

Taehyung

-Ordering new matching pjs and clothes to laze in together.

-Painting each other 

-Learning anime openings on the piano

-Jamming to the cyphers

-Coming up with names for your future children

-Playing games online with JK letting you lay on his lap or play with him 

-Visiting each others Animal crossing islands and having virtual dates

-Teaching Tannie new tricks

-Rewatching Hwarang and praising him for his amazing acting skills

-Nightime adventures for your one walk a day

-Ghibli marathons 

Jimin

-Ballet lessons with Chim!

-Dyeing each others hair

-Adopting a pet after weeks of begging 

-Cooking together and dropping off baked goods to all the boys (safely of course)

-Reading poetry 

-Learning dance duets 

-Making blanket forts to watch Kdramas in

-Designing each others masks

-Organising the bts family facetimes because he misses them all hanging out together

-DIYing clothes, bleaching, tie-dye

-Reading Bts fanfictions for fun and sharing funny parts to the boys

#bts reactions #bts scenarios #bts jimin #bts jungkook #bts #bts imagines #bts as your boyfriend #bts reaction #bts taeyhyung

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Forbidden pt. 2

written 2016-2017

Bash x reader 

“Father.” you said quickly, as he had reached you both. You lowered your head, and looked at the ground. Bash made a bow to your father. “Your majesty.” he had mumbled. Your father looked furious at Bash. “Who are you?” my father asked Bash. “Sebastian de Poitiers.” he said, my father signed. My father made a hand gesture to one of his personal guards. “Take my daughter to her chambers.” he said, “She is not allowed to leave till I say otherwise.”  You follow the guard;  you look back one more time. Your father walked inside of the party. 

“If the dauphine comes here you need to let him in.” you said, the guard shook his head. You had known the guard my entire life, he had dragged you to your room often enough. He was Bernard, and he was already fifty at least,  you thought he would have retired by now. He was more like an uncle and friend so a kind face wasn’t unwelcome. “Why not, he said, you chuckle. “I am to not leave. He didn’t say anything about letting people in.” you  said, the guard faintly laughed. “forgive me if I am rude princess, but maybe you should not be with them both.” he said, you opened your mouth in surprise. “Bernard, I can assure you that I am not with the dauphine. He will deliver a message from Bash.” you said, the guard smiles faintly, and he left  your room. After a while you heard a knock was on the door, Leith entered with a tray of tea. “Good evening Princess.” he said, He put the tray on the table. “Thank you Leith.” you said, He shook his head. You sign. “If I may Princess, did Bash kiss you?” he asked, You thought it was a ridiculous but Leith was after all a friend. You simply nod. He smiled. “John owes me money now.” he said, You couldn’t help, but smile. “Thank you for the tea, Leith.” You said annoyed.

You woke up to Eliza my maid, waking you up. “Your father is coming.” she said, You yawn, as Eliza hands you your robe. Francis hadn’t visited. When the door opened without warning. The old man walked in. “Good morning father.” You said, he seemed calm. He smiled at you. “I have good news.” he said, while a grin appeared on his face. “That is why I came here, the Archduke of Austria, Maximillian II, he agreed to wed you.” he said, the blood drained from your face. You shake my head, your father’s smile turned into a frown. “You cannot be serious about the kings bastard,” he said: “I will not allow you to ruin everything.”You sit down on my bed with your hand on your mouth you were paralyzed to whatever he could say.  He left the room, leaving you alone. You couldn’t phantom why he could make this decision at the moment. Why now? why couldn’t she just stay here in France for a while longer enjoying her youth?

 You were sitting close to the lawn with your ladies drinking tea. You don’t hear anything they say, you were too lost in thought. You feel a tap on your shoulder. It was Francis, “Amaya, I need to talk to you.” he said, you nod, standing up, and walk a little with Francis, he looked a little sad. While staring at the grass. “What is it Francis?” You ask. He looks up. “I just heard Mary is coming. “he said, a mile came on your face. “Mary Stuart, I haven’t seen her in ages.” You said, you tried to suppress my happiness about the returning of the queen. Francis was silent. “You liked playing with her as kids,” You said: “better than some archduke.” his eyes widened. “You are engaged to an archduke?”  he asked.      You nod, “He is packing as we speak, he is coming here.” you said, he frowned. “My father will leave tomorrow, and our futures arrive in a week.” you said, he signed. “’Where’s Bash?” you asked, he looked away. “I haven’t seen him since this morning, I told him about Mary. He was packing” he said, you sign, “he just left?” you asked, Francis nodded. “leave me be, or my father might think I have another lover.” you said, Francis smirked while he  walked away.

A week later: Mary Stuart would arrive today, and my future husband would arrive soon too. Bash, you had no clue, but you got more anxious by the day.  More nervous for the day, you would have to leave him, the man who finally had the guts to tell you he loved you.  Francis wasn’t much help either, he found himself even more indulged in the company of ladies, making the best of it while he still is a free man.

“Princess.” you heard a voice say from behind. you turn around it was Queen Catherine, “Majesty.” you said, you made a little bow. She was smiling at me. “I didn’t get a chance to congratulate you on your engagement to the Archduke.”  she said, she seemed pleased with herself. While for me it was a punch in the gut, a reminder of what was going to happen. “Thank you, Francis and Mary will be wed soon, I suppose? “you  ask, she seemed very pleased. We heard the trumpets call for royal visitors. “Have a nice day princess, and I hope to see you at the feast tonight. “she said, she walked off.

That night, you wore a long sleeved light pink dress with flowers made on. But, you didn’t care for a party. You tried not to let boredom take control of your expressions. Where are my ladies you wondered? They just simply vanished. Queen Mary walked up to you. You made a little bow with your head to show respect. “Your majesty.” you said, “Princess Y/n, it’s an honor to see you again.” she said, you faintly smile. “The honor is all mine.” you said, she smiled. “Come here.” she said, and she pulled me into a hug. “It’s good to see you, old friend.” She said, it made you genuinely laugh. “You do need to tell me everything that is going on here.” She said, you hesitated. “I do not care for gossip much myself. But, I know some things. “ She gave me a friendly laugh. A boy came to her with a glass of wine. You noticed she didn’t drink it. Francis walked into the room, Mary’s attention went to him. “Would you excuse me?” You said, you gave her a nod, making your way over to meet Francis. “Have you seen Bash?” He asked me. You shook your head. “I saw him this morning. He seems to have vanished again.” he said, you nod. He was back, but hadn’t come to see you. “Maybe you should ask your future wife to dance?” you said, he didn’t smile. “I would much rather not be dancing right now.” he said, you smiled, “that’s too bad then because I am.” You said, you walked to the dance floor and started to spin rounds. Francis frowned at you, but soon Mary, and her Ladies had joined you, and you were all dancing. You stopped when you saw Bash in the corner of your eyes, he was glancing over to Mary. While she was deeply gazing in his eyes. You breathe air in. But, you cannot breathe. A girl took your arm and took you aside. She had blonde hair, and a sweet face. “Are you alright?” She asked, had he heard, had he been avoiding me because of that. Was he moving on by wanting his brother’s future wife. “Yes thank you so much.” you said, she handed me a glass of water. You drank it slowly. “Are you one of Mary’s ladies?” you ask her, she nodded. “Aylee” she said, “Thank you so much Aylee. Go dance again, I’ll be fine.” you said, she hesitated but went anyway because another lady was calling her name.

You walk out of the hall, and outside of the castle even if it was still within the walls. It isn’t safe being outside of the castle at night that is what was always told you. But, honestly you needed fresh air. You hear a sound of footsteps “Hello stranger.” you said, “Why are outside?” the voice said, you waited, you were standing in the moonlight, the footsteps came closer. “I don’t know Bash, you tell me.” You said, he hesitated, and then stepped into the light. “You have been avoiding me the whole day.” you said, he was silent. You stared into his blue eyes. “You’re getting married.” he said, “and you left without warning. “You said: “I was worried.”

“Can’t you see that we can’t be together,” he said: “your father is right, I can’t give you a life. You deserve everything, and I can’t give that to you.” he said, you make your hand into fists, but hide them behind the lace of your dress. “Is that why you have been away, and you have been avoiding me. Is that why you have been staring at Mary?” you ask, your voice sounds louder in the darkness.  “I haven’t been staring at her.” he said, you frown.  He smiled, “I never pictured you as the jealous type. The girl that does whatever she wants.” He said, “You are one to talk. You always do what you want. Unless you don’t want me, and then you said you loved me, and that was a lie, and then you left. Hoping I would leave in the time you were gone. But, I didn’t because Maximillian Is coming here.” you said as fast as you possibly could. His smile fainted, he held your head in his hands, and with his thumb he was circling over your cheek.  “I didn’t lie. But, I can’t give you a palace, and dresses, and a lot more that I can’t give you. I don’t even have a title, I am a bastard, Y/n.” he said, you shake your head, he didn’t let you say anything he was already walking back to the castle. “Bash no.” you said, he didn’t listen.

#Bash #Reign #cw reign #Bash x reader #bash x you #bash imagine

[annasiims]

Hi anna! hope you're having a good day. I just wanted to ask will the Dupree estate from Aylee and Elijah's wedding be uploaded. It is such a beautiful build.

Hi! Thank you, I hope you are having a good day as well. I actually forgot to finish that build and won’t be uploading it anymore. 😭

#answered

[trashcanband4]

The Bastards Ch. 4

Fandom: Reign (2013). Pairing: BashxOc. Setting: French Royal Court. Warnings: None for this chapter. The Bastards Masterlist

Mary and her ladies stood at a merchants table in one of the barns where the harvest festival was taking place. This merchant was selling little wooden boats. “You write your regrets on this ribbon, tie them to the stern then watch as they sail away.” the merchant told them.

“What a lovely tradition.” Mary said with a smile at the man before they turned and mosied over to a table loaded with furs and crochet goods. “No, I’m sure of it.” Aylee said, making Greer, Mary and Maisie look at her and Kenna who had been whispering to one another.

“Greer, Lord Castleroy has been staring at you all morning.” Kenna said quietly across the table.

They all looked at him where he stood across the barn talking to a few men. Every once in a while he’d glance at Greer with a flirty smile on his face. “Well, don’t look.” Greer told them scoldingly, making the women smile. “He would be a great catch. His father’s a Hapsburg fourteen removed from the crown. Rumor has it he’s made a fortune in the spice trade.”

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Mary asked. “One foot after the other.” she encouraged and the ladies smiled as Greer went over and introduced herself.

Seeing that one lady had left the group, Bash walked over. “Come to steal Maisie away?” Mary asked with a knowing smile.

“If it’s alright with you.” Bash answered. Over the past month Bash's side had healed and he'd taken up as much of Maisie’s time as he could.

“Of course, enjoy the festival.” Mary said with a motion to Maisie.

Bash and Maisie were standing at a vendor table looking at some boats when Maisie noticed Francis hugging a blond headed woman. “Who is that?” she asked Bash with a discrete nod at Francis and the woman.

Maisie and Bash moved to stand against the wall to make room for others to shop. “Olivia D'amencourt.” Bash answered. “Her family lived at court for a time.”

“And her link to Francis is?” Maisie asked.

"I probably shouldn't say." He said in a sigh.

She looked at him and raised a brow. "I'll get it out of you one way or another."

"They were an item for a time." He answered reluctantly.

"When did their relationship end?" She asked as they watched Francis and Olivia leave the barn together.

"About a month before you all arrived." He answered and Maisie hummed. "Don't tell Mary. It will only cause trouble if you do."

"I have no intention of meddling in their relationship." Maisie replied. "What Francis tells her is on him."

"Then why did you bother asking?" He asked.

"Because I'm nosey." She shrugged. "And I will always keep an eye out for my friends.”

“Then…I should probably tell you that Kenna has been seeing my father for some time now.” he replied.

“What?” Maisie asked with a look up at him across her shoulder. “You’re joking.”

“I’m afraid not.” he sighed. “I’ve learned the signs over the years.”

Maisie frowned and looked across the room at Kenna as she let the news sink in. Then a thought struck her. “So that’s why she got mad at me the other day.” she said in realization. Bash gave her a curious look. “At the picnic for Charles and Madeline, when your father gave me that rose. Kenna thought he was flirting with me.”

“Yes, about that.” Bash started sounding agitated, “I believe that little show was more about making her jealous than welcoming you into the family prematurely. Getting women is nothing more than a game he likes to play. And when it comes to Kenna, he’s gotten what he wanted.”

“You mean they’ve-?” she asked with a raise of her brows and he nodded. “Oh Kenna…what have you gotten yourself into?” she sighed to herself. Bash wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close. “So all the nice things Henry said, it was all just a show to poke at Kenna?” she asked and he hummed. “Well that’s disappointing.” Maisie sighed.

“Why?” he asked with a frown.

“Because I liked the idea of having your parents' approval.” she answered. “I haven't seen your mother since I arrived. I’d hoped we could have tea and get to know one another.” she looked up at him as he took a drink from the silver cup in his hand.

“She approves.” he told her then gave her a closed lipped smile.

“How do you know?” Maisie asked.

“I just do.” he answered with a secretive looking smirk. She narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously and he laughed. “Trust me.”

She let it go with a shake of her head then looked around. “Is it just me or is this festival a bit boring?” she asked and he laughed. “What?” she asked and looked up to see him looking at her, that admiring look in his baby blue eyes.

“Just wondering how I got so lucky as to find the one woman God created for me.” he answered, putting a bright smile on her face as she looked up at him. “Would you like to get out of here?”

“Yes please.” she answered as she took his hand and they headed to the door. “But we can’t stay gone too long. I’m supposed to meet Mary and the girls this afternoon to read Virgil.” Bash made a disgusted sound. “Tell me about it. I think Aylee aims to put us to sleep.”

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They were returning from a ride when Francis found them. Maisie noticed the frown on the prince's face. “Is something wrong?” she asked before Bash could.

“Yes, I need to speak to my brother in private for once.” Francis answered shortly.

“Anything you have to say you can say in front of Maisie.” Bash said, not liking the tone his brother took with her. He dismounted his horse to be eye level with Francis.

Francis looked at Maisie then back at Bash. “Mary found out about my past with Olivia. She wouldn’t say who told her, but I have my suspicions.” his eyes looked at Maisie.

Maisie frowned and opened her mouth to argue, but Bash beat her to it. “It wasn’t Maisie. Anyone could have told Mary about you and Olivia. It wasn't exactly the castle's best kept secret.” Bash started walking and Maisie followed on her horse. “Now if you’re done making false accusations-”

“I also have reason to believe Olivia’s carriage was attacked by pagans.” Francis interrupted. Bash stopped, giving Francis his full attention. “I recognize the words she heard from when you said them.”

“What were they even doing driving through the blood wood?” Bash asked.

“Olivia’s driver was told that the kingsroad was flooded. Which it isn’t.” Bash and Maisie just stared at him. “Bash, they’re luring people in.”

“I’ll gather some men and find her carriage.” Bash told him so Francis nodded and walked away.

Bash looked at Maisie so she dismounted. “Be safe.”

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Mary and her ladies sat around on three sofas arranged in a u shape in a common room while Aylee read Virgil. Queen Catherine and a few of her ladies sat at a table a few feet away talking and drinking wine. “It’s a talent, really. No matter the topic he can wind it back to pepper.” Greer interrupted Aylee to talk about Lord Castleroy. Lola, Mary, Kenna and Maisie laughed earning a dirty look from Aylee. “Sorry, sorry, go on.” Greer told her.

“Et vacant annalis-” Aylee started.

“I bring up politics…Pepper transactions are a political minefield. History? The peppercorn has a storied past.” Greer interrupted her.

“I doubt he’d wind Virgil back to pepper.” Aylee complained as she closed the book around her thumb.

“Oh, stop.” Greer argued. “We know what happens. He wanders around Troy for another 100 stanzas.”

As Maisie rolled her eyes at Aylee they landed on Olivia as she walked into the room timidly. “Shush, It’s Olivia.” Kenna said.

“She looks Mortified.” Lola added.

Queen Catherine walked over and looked down at Mary. “You and I find ourselves strangely aligned for once.” As the queen walked away others stood and left the room.

“Are people leaving?” Kenna asked.

“She dislikes Olivia more than you?” Aylee asked Mary quietly as she leaned into the group.

“Apparently.” Mary answered as she turned her eyes to Olivia who was still standing awkwardly in the middle of the room.

“Why would Olivia return here?” Lola asked.

“With the prince’s favor she could find a match.” Kenna answered. “If need be, Francis could force the issue.”

“Who would willingly take used property? Even a royal’s.” Greer asked with a frown.

“Property?” Maisie asked with a frown of her own.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that.” Greer brushed it off.

“It sounds like there were real feelings there.” Kenna pointed out. “Should she be punished forever?”

Her stations fallen. She doesn’t belong at court.” Greer argued.

“Some could say the same of you.” Kenna snapped back.

“Because I don’t have a title. How dare you.” Greer said with a sneer.

Kenna leaned forward to say something back but Mary spoke up. “Stop, please. There’s enough ill will at court today.” Mary stood up and walked over to Olivia. “Hello, Olivia. I’m Mary.”

Olivia curtsied. “I’m honored.”

“Oh, it’s all right.” Mary held her hands out stopping her then looped her arm though hers. “Come, sit with me and my friends. I’m afraid there’s not going to be much Virgil.” The ladies scooted around on the couches making room for Olivia as she and Mary walked over. “Everybody’s too excited about the harvest festival and the beginning of the blood month. They’ve been slaughtering in the kitchens all week. Out with the old, in with the new.” Mary motioned for Olivia to take a seat so she sat next to Greer and Mary sat down next to her. “I heard that your things are still missing. Perhaps I could lend you a dress for the festival if you’d like.”

“Thank you. I appreciate it.”

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Bash and Maisie stood in the infirmary, watching as Nostradamus worked on attempting to save the driver of Olivia’s carriage who Bash had found near the wreckage, strung up by his feet to be bled into a bowl. Olivia’s ladies maid hadn’t survived. “Could you hear them? Were they close?” Nostradamus asked.

“I had no sense of them.” Bash answered with a shake of his head, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Some would say you had no sense. That you defiled their faith.” Nostradamus argued.

“A faith riddled with human sacrifice. When did that start?” Bash asked.

“They’ve made blood sacrifices for centuries.” Nostradamus answered, placing a new bandage over the driver’s cut neck.

“I thought they only sacrificed animals.” Maisie spoke up.

“Not always.” Nostradamus replied. “The human sacrifice was simply more hidden, less bold.”

“I thought these murders, these bodies hanging, their true purpose was to scare people away. Civilized people from land they believed was theirs…or had claimed for hunting.” Bash said as he started pacing.

“And instead they’re hunting civilized people.” Nostradamus replied. “Travelers. Luring them in.”

“Why? What’s changed?” Bash asked.

“I don’t know.” Nostradamus replied as he stood from where he’d been kneeling beside the driver. “But I do know this. You have interrupted a sacrifice, which they will not take kindly to. Stay close to the castle in the coming days. You could be in grave danger.”

Scared, Maisie grabbed Bash’s hand and he pulled her close.

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The next morning Maisie and Bash were at the festival, leaning against a post in the barn while chatting and people watching when Nostradamus found them. “A word?” He asked and Bash left Maisie gave him a nod.

While Bash and Nostradamus spoke, Maisie went to Mary who had been drinking wine all morning. “Mary, are you okay?”

“Yes, perfectly. Why do you ask?” she replied, but Maisie could tell something was wrong.

“You looked stressed when talking to Kenna earlier.” Maisie started. “Then the queen spoke to you, which I know is alway a nerve wracking experience, you’ve also been putting more wine in your stomach than food.” Mary sighed and looked down at the silver goblet in her hand. “May I suggest that you lay your woes on my shoulders instead of attempting to drink them away?”

Mary gave her a soft smile. “I appreciate the offer, but I’m okay.”

“It still stands if you change your mind.” Maisie told her then turned to see Bash waiting for her where they had been standing before. “We’ll be down by the water’s edge if you need me.” she told Mary then went to Bash and took his hand when he offered it. “What did Nostradamus have to say?” she asked as they walked out of the barn.

“The driver has died.” Bash informed her. “Before he passed he told Nostradamus that he heard the pagans talking about a bargain they struck with a creature that resides in the woods, in a dark cave somewhere that only a chosen few know of. They give it blood or it drains them of life.”

“So that’s why they're luring people in?” she asked with a worried look up at him as they neared to the water's edge.

“Seems so.” he answered as they sat down on a stone bench, facing the water. “I know you’ve promised before,” he started as he moved around to straddle the bench and face her as he grabbed her hands in his, “but it’s important, now more than ever, that you stay away from those woods.”

“I promise, I won’t go near them.” she replied then scooted forward and rested her forehead on his shoulder.

They were lost in eachother, when Mary walked over and plopped down on the bench behind Maisie. “Sorry to interrupt.” Mary said, sounding like she really didn’t mean it.

Bash and Maisie pulled back and looked at one another, Maisie giving him an apologetic look before he leaned to one side, looking at Mary over Maisie’s shoulder before he looked back at Maisie. “I think your queen is a bit…inebriated.” Bash whispered.

“Her queen can hear you and yes, I am.” Mary replied, making Maisie bite her smiling lips closed.

“I’ll give you two some space.” Bash told Maisie then pecked her on the lips, stood and walked away.

“Is he ever going to pop the question?” Mary asked, a bit of a slur to her words.

“I’m sure he will when the time is right, but neither of us want to rush into anything.” Maisie answered and she turned to sit on the bench the right way instead of straddling it. “You didn’t come out here to ask about me and Bash. Come on,” Maisie gave her a come-at-me motion with her hands. “Get it off your chest. What’s wrong?”

“Did you know Kenna is having an affair with the king?” Mary asked.

“Before I answer that, let me take this off your hands.” Maisie answered as she gently took the silver goblet out of Mary’s hand then drank what little was left and sat the empty cup on the bench between them. “I do know, but I only found out yesterday when Bash told me. Kenna doesn’t know that I know.”

“How could she be so foolish?” Mary asked.

“I’m a firm believer that we don’t have full control of our hearts. Besides, some might call me foolish for having feelings for the king's bastard." She rolled her eyes. "God I hate that word.” she added under her breath.

“Yes, why do you hate that word?” Mary asked.

“I’ll explain when you’re in your right mind. Until then why don’t we talk about you?” she asked. “Kenna’s affair can’t be what drove you to over indulge in drink.”

“It’s Francis…" she sighed. "I asked him to send Olivia away and he assured me he would, but then I found out that her belongings have been recovered and she’s moving into the east wing. Not only that, but something happened between them." She grabbed the cup and looked in it, only to remember that Maisie drank it, then clumsily put it down. "We had an argument and he threatened to take Olivia as his mistress.”

“Mary, I’m so sorry.” Maisie comforted as she placed her hand on Mary’s arm.

“It…was so foolish of me to think that we could ever be just a boy and just a girl.” Mary started rambling. “I mean, that implies that one is free to leave if one is unhappy and while I am stuck here with no recourse he’s free to do whatever he wants with whoever he wants. What do you think, am I overreacting?”

“I think I can only see your side of the story. And while I empathize with you I also know that you can be hot headed and impulsive, which was probably magnified by the wine you've been drinking all morning. Also, what was the queen talking to you about? Could she have said anything to you that put you in a bad mindset? You know she's manipulative and doesn't want you to be with Francis."

"I don't know." She sighed, letting her shoulders fall as she grabbed the cup and started fiddling with it. "What would you do if you were me? As far as I can tell you and Bash never fight like this."

"Well, Bash and I aren't royals." Maisie pointed out. "But, if I were you I’d go get something in my stomach, sober up and try the conversation again. It’s easy for words we don’t mean to slip out of our mouths in heated moments.” Maisie saw a movement out of the corner of her eye and looked to see Francis walking over. “Excuse me for a moment.”

"A word?" she asked, getting his attention. He stopped and motioned for her to speak. "I don't know why you would think that I'd tell Mary about your past with Olivia, but I want you to know that I'll never try to jeopardize your relationship with her." She started, squinting at him in the sunlight.

"No, I know you wouldn't." Francis replied. "I was upset and for some reason I took it out on you even though I know how much you care about Mary's happiness. I apologize for my behavior."

"I care about your happiness as well." She added. "Which is why I'm going to warn you that she is two sheets to the wind right now." He sighed and dropped his eyes to the ground. "She asked for my advice and I told her it would be best to talk to you when she has a clear head. But obviously what happens next is up to you."

He thought about it for a moment, staring at Mary's back. "Would you take her inside and send word when she's feeling better?"

"Of course." She answered with a nod. "Would you mind telling Bash where I'm going?"

"Not at all." He answered with a nod.

Maisie brought Mary inside, and watched over her. When she sobered up she sent word to Francis then left them to work things out.

That evening Mary found her and thanked her for her care and advice. She and Francis worked things out. Olivia would be staying at court while Francis tried to find a suitable match for her. Maisie understood Francis's need to ensure Olivia's happiness, but she feared that Olivia wouldn't make it easy and would still put unneeded stress on Francis and Mary's relationship.

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A few mornings later Maisie woke to find a necklace placed on a pillow on the empty side of her bed. Curious, she picked it up by the leather string. The one inch wide pendant looked like a twig in the shape of a stag's head. There was only one person she could think of that would have put it there and that was Bash, but he knew her taste in jewelry. And while her tastes were simple, a wooden pendant on a leather string was a little too simple. Something about it just didn’t feel right.

So after getting dressed in a flowy light green dress and putting on a darker green winter cloak trimmed with fur to shield her from the cool, mid september morning air, she grabbed the necklace off her bed. Looking at it again she decided against wearing it around her neck and instead looped the sting around her wrist several times then pulled the strings tightening it so that the pendant rested on the back of her hand.

She and her friends walked beside the road, lined with trees that lead to where the king would be arriving, Mary walked ahead of them. “You look especially lovely, Kenna.” Greer said with a look across her shoulder at Kenna. “Who are you dressed to impress?”

“No one, I just…” Kenna attempted to answer.

“Can’t Kenna look lovely simply because she is lovely?” Mary asked as she turned and held out her hand for Kenna. “And you are lovely.” she assured her as Kenna took her hand and walked beside her. 

When they came to where everyone was lining up, Maisie spotted Bash and walked over to him. “Good morning.” he greeted with a closed lipped smile.

“Morning.” she greeted as she touched his arm stopping him from joining the others just yet.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, seeing her frown.

“I’ve had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach all morning.” she started. “Mainly because I found this on my pillow when I woke and something tells me it’s not from you.” she held her hand out, showing him the pendant. When she lifted her eyes to his face, gauging his reaction, she noticed how tense he was. “I was right, it’s not from you. Is it?”

“No, but I have seen it before.” he answered and she gave him a look that told him to tell her more. “I didn't tell you because I didn't want to frighten you. But, the butcher boy that committed suicied a few days back, he threw himself from my balcony after warning me that because I interrupted too many of their sacrifices, I must choose someone to sacrifice or they would choose for me. This necklace, or one just like it, was around his neck.”

Maisies eyes grew wide with worry. “So a pagan snuck into my room last night?” she asked and he nodded. "Does this necklace mean they've chosen me as your sacrifice?"

Bash cupped her cheek in his hand. “I believe so, yes, but I won’t let them hurt you.” he dropped his hand as she nodded, then grabbed hers and headed over to Francis, but before they could get his attention the king’s arrival cut them off.

Maisie watched as King Henry exited the carriage and Kenna took a few steps toward him, only to stop when she saw Diane exit after him. Mary grabbed her hand and pulled her back to stand with them.

When the crowd started to disperse Bash grabbed Francis’s arm then jerked his head for him to follow him over to Mary. “Mary, Francis, we need to talk.” Francis and Mary gave him curious looks. “In private. It’s important.”

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The four of them stood in a private area of the castle. “The people of this…faith. They claim that I owe them a debt. More than once in their minds I’ve interrupted their blood sacrifice. The butcher boy said that if I didn’t choose someone else to sacrifice they’d choose for me.”

“So that’s what’s been going on in the woods, Pagan sacrifice?” Mary asked.

“Among other dangers, yes.” Bash answered.

“And now they’ve chosen Maisie.” Mary said with a worried look at Maisie then at Bash.

“Because they know that threatening her is a good way to get to Bash.” Francis told Mary then looked at Bash. “Anyone with eyes can see how much she means to you.”

“We need to find out who left this marker in her chambers.” Bash said as Maisie held out her hand, showing them the necklace.

“Maybe the servants saw how the necklace got into her room. If you give me the necklace, I’ll question them.” Mary said so Maisie took the necklace off her wrist and handed it to Mary. she took it and headed off to do as she said.

Bash looked at Francis. “I worry about her safety.”

Francis looked at Maisie. “I’ll make sure there’s a guard outside your room at all times.” she gave him an appreciative nod. “Meanwhile you need to find out the severity of the threat.” he told Bash. “Ask the hunters that you know in the woods. Talk to the guards, Nostradamus, anyone.” Bash gave him a nod and he walked away.

Bash walked Maisie to her room, stopping before she went inside. “I am so sorry. If I knew cutting the bodies down would put you in danger I never would have done it.”

“You did nothing wrong.” Maisie assured him as she reached up and rested her hand on the side of his neck. “I don’t blame you. I’m worried about you.”

“I’ll be fine as long as you stay here, under guard. Don’t open the door for anyone but Mary, Francis or me.” he told her as he cupped her cheek in his hand and she nodded. “Promise me.”

“I promise.” she answered then took his hand off her face and kissed his palm. “As long as you promise to stay safe.”

“I will.” he responded as he saw a guard walking over to them. He opened her door and motioned for her to go inside. As he closed it, the guard stepped in front of it, blocking anyone who’d try to enter.

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Night had fallen by the time her door opened and her guard told her Bash was waiting for her out in the hall. She peeked around the door to see that Bash really was waiting for her so she stepped out. Bash motioned for the guard to give them space before he took her hands into his. “I haven’t found any new information. It’s all straightforward really. I must choose someone and sacrifice them in the bloodwood in order to pay the debt.”

“You have to sacrifice them?” Maisie asked with wide eyes. “You can’t just take a horrible person who doesn’t deserve to live from the jails and dump them in the woods for the bloodthirsty pagen’s to kill themselves?” Bash gave her a questioning look. “I’ve had all day to think.” she shrugged.

“The prisoners are a good idea, but no, I have to perform the sacrifice myself.” he answered.

“Bash…I know you. This is different from fighting on the battlefield. You can’t murder someone in cold blood.” she told him in hushed tones.

“I can,” he argued, “to save you.”

“And in saving me you will kill a part of yourself…a part of your humanity. I can’t ask you to do that.” she argued back.

“You’re not asking me to. They are.” he rebutted. Maisie took in a deep breath and gave him a pointed look as she let it out. “I’m having dinner brought up for you and your guard, let them in then no one else.” she simply gave him a nod. He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her waist as she tucked her face into his chest and he rested his cheek on her head. After a moment he placed a kiss to her hair and pulled back. “Try to get some sleep.” she gave him a weak smile and a nod then went back into her room. Bash didn’t leave until the guard was back in place.

RRRRRRRRRR

The next morning the feel of something cold and wet dripping on Maisie’s stomach, covered only by her white silk nightgown, pulled her from a deep sleep. Feeling heavy headed she touched her stomach then looked at her fingers to see red, slightly sticky liquid. As her eyes focused they landed on the head of a stag, blood dripped from its open mouth, landing on her stomach. It took a moment for it to register, but when it did the scream that left her mouth was loud enough for the whole castle to hear.

When she regained control of her body she rolled out of bed, landing hard on her rear then scrambled away from the sight until her back hit the wall. The light shining in through the window above her head illuminated the horrid sight.

Greer, Aylee and Lola rushed into her room. “Maisie, what-” Lola started to ask but was cut off at the sight of the massive head hanging from the frame of the canopy bed in the room.

“Good Lord.” Greer gasped then looked at Aylee, “Go get Mary.”

Lola went to Maisie and kneeled down beside her. “Are you alright?” All Maisie could do was shake her head no. Lola looked up at Greer. “I think she’s in shock.”

“Bash.” Maisie whispered, Lola and Greer looked at her and she looked at Lola. “I need Bash.” Lola looked up at Greer who nodded and left the room.

“Can you stand?” Lola asked and Maisie nodded so Lola helped her then grabbed a long silk robe and helped her put it on. “What is the meaning of this?” Lola asked with a motion to the bed. Maisie didn't answer so Lola didn’t press further.

Eventually Greer returned with Bash who upon seeing Maisie, her hair a mess and blood on her robe that had soaked through from her nightgown, rushed over. "Are you alright?" He asked as he looked at her stomach.

“It’s not my blood.” she answered flatly. “It’s the stags.”

Bash wrapped her in his arms. Tears she’d been holding back now soaked into his shirt where her face was pressed into his chest. He looked around, noticing the head hanging over the bed for the first time. “How could you have slept through this?” Bash asked as he grabbed her face and dipped down to look at her eyes. “Your pupils are dilated. How do you feel?”

“Like I could easily go back to sleep.” she answered, and Bash noticed her fighting to keep her eyes open. “You’ve been drugged.”

Maisie let her eyelids win for a moment as she pressed her palm to her head. “I need to sit down.”

Bash helped her sit on a padded bench seat in her room then kneeled down infront of her and grabbed her hand from her head, looking at the back of it. “The pendent, it burned you.” he said. She looked down and noticed a raised, red stag's head burned into the skin on the back of her hand.

Mary and Francis walked in, seeing servants removing the head from over her bed. Mary rushed to Maisie as Bash went to his brother. “How did this happen, where was your guard?” Mary asked as she sat down beside her on the bench and grabbed her hand.

“I don’t know, Bash thinks I was drugged.” Maisie answered, swiping her hair out of her face.

“Good Lord! What is that?” they heard Catherine out in the hallway headed their way, probably seeing servants carrying the head away. The servants who’d just finished stripping the soiled sheets from Maisie’s bed curtsied to Catherine before they left the room. Catherine looked at the bed then at Maisie and Mary. “How could this have happened?”

Maisie flinched from Catherine’s tone, Mary grabbed her hand and looked at Catherine. “You’ve had someone sneak into my room before. Why don’t you tell us how it’s done?”

“Are you accusing me of this?” Catherine demanded as she squared her shoulders at Mary.

“We’re not accusing you of any involvement, Mother.” Francis said as he came into the room, Bash remained out in the hall, knowing Catherine wouldn’t approve of his presence.

“Does that mean you know who’s done this?” Catherine asked.

“Right now we’re less concerned about who than how.” Francis answered.

“They’d have to have drugged her.” Catherine said as she walked over and grabbed the goblet of wine off the dining table in the room. She sniffed it then made a face. “This is poppy.” she told them then sat the cup down. “I suspect her guard was given the same thing. Where is he?”

“The infirmary.” Francis answered. “Severe stomach pain.”

“That means he drank too much of it.” Catherine replied then looked at the bed before turning her eyes to Maisie, “A stag's head? What message is that meant to convey?” she asked with a motion at the bed.

Mary and Francis looked at each other before Mary spoke up. “It’s a symbol. Of the pagans.”

“What do any of you know about pagans?” Catherine asked.

“Only what everyone knows. That they’re becoming bolder, more ruthless and thirsty for blood.” Francis answered. “Seems the more fear they spread, the more power they gain.”

“These devils have come inside our walls. Inside my home.” Catherine said as she turned her eyes to Maisie’s bed.

“These heretics worked together to threaten us. Now we must work together to stop them.” Mary told her. Catherine just looked at all of them then left.

“Is she going to blame me…or Bash?” Maisie asked Francis.

“I don’t know, but I won’t let her harm you, or my brother.” Francis answered as Bash came into the room.

“We need to get you to the infirmary.” Bash said as he placed his hand on her shoulder.

“What I need is a bath and sleep.” Maisie argued.

“I’ll get the servants to draw you a bath.” Mary told her so Maisie nodded. She and Francis left, giving her and Bash a moment.

Bash looked at her, regret clear in his blue eyes. “Don’t say it.” she told him and he blinked at her. “I’m okay.”

“No, you're not, but you will be.” he replied and Maise saw something in his eyes change.

“What are you going to do?” she asked, scared.

“I’m going to the jails. I can’t let them continue to torture you because of my mistakes.” he answered, dertimination clear in his tone as he stood. She grabbed his hand, stopping him. “You can’t talk me out of it.”

“I was just going to remind you that I love you, no matter what.” Bash gave her a bitter sweet smile with a blink before he left.

After her bath, Maisie laid in bed, fighting sleep while Nostradamus examined her per Bash’s insistence. “Once you get some sleep you will be just fine. Poppy has no lasting effects.” he wasn’t telling her anything she didn’t already know.

“Can I ask you something that’s not about my health?” she asked and Nostradamus gave her an unsure nod. “You said I would lose my love. You did mean Bash, right?”

“Do you have another love?” Nostradamus asked, a little amused.

“No, but I don't know how far in the future your vision took place. People fall out of love all the time." She explained. "I need to know exactly what you saw, not knowing is driving me mad.”

“My vision was the near future, as you don’t look any older than you do now. However, that is only an estimate. Some women age gracefully.” Nostradamus answered and Maisie sat up straighter in the bed, happy he was finally answering her questions. “I see you, tears of anger on your face. You strike someone, I can’t see who. You say that Bash was yours, that this person has taken him from you. You don’t say how.” Maisie frowned down at her hands, thinking about what he’d said. “Is that enough to keep you sane?”

“Not nearly, but if it’s all you can offer then it will have to do.” she replied then looked up at him. “Thank you for sharing your vision with me.” he gave her a nod then left her, letting her drift off to sleep.

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While Maisie slept off the effects of the poppy, Mary and Catherine called all the servants into the throne room and asked them to come forward with information. Catherine threatened to burn their family’s houses to the ground if no one came forward by midnight. Bash went to the jails, took a thief and brought him out to the blood wood.

By the time Maisie had woken, night had fallen. She dressed then followed the voices of her friends and the sound of fireworks out onto the balcony their rooms shared. “You’re awake.” Greer greeted as Maisie joined her, looking out of an open window.

“Where’s Mary?” Maisie asked.

“I don’t know. Last I saw her she was questioning the staff with the queen.” Lola answered. “I’m sure she’ll be here soon. Who’d want to miss this?”

“I suppose the king wants our mind off our troubles.” Aylee said as she crossed her arms over the half wall.

“I wish I could get my mind off him.” Kenna said, making the ladies look at her where she sat on a bench seat against the castel wall.

“Kenna’s the king's official mistress.” Greer informed Maisie.

“I knew they were…involved, but,” Maisie looked at Kenna, “when did you become his mistress?”

“Today.” Kenna answered. “You knew about us?”

“Bash told me.” Maisie answered.

“And you didn’t tell us?” Aylee asked.

“It wasn’t my secret to tell.” Maisie shrugged.

“Where’s the king now?” Lola asked.

“He said I mustn't miss the fireworks.” Kenna answered. “Of course he wouldn't say why he couldn’t join me. Is he trying to get rid of me so he can have a moment alone with Diane? Is there another mistress he’s courting? God knows I've been trying his patience lately.”

“Kenna shut up!” Lola snapped.

“I’m sorry. God, no wonder you can’t stand me anymore.” Kenna said.

“No, shut up and look.” Lola said with a point out of the window.

Kenna went to the window and they all turned their eyes outside to see Kenna’s name written out in candle light. With a giddy smile on her face she ran off, headed to the kings, now her chambers.

“If Kenna is the king's official mistress, what is to happen to Diane?” Maisie asked the other girls.

“Kenna said she is staying in the castle until her cottage on the grounds is renovated.” Greer answered.

“Why do you ask?” Aylee asked.

“She’s Bash’s mother. It can’t be easy on him to see her displaced.” Maisie answered.

“It’s probably not the first time.” Aylee replied.

“But hopefully it’s the last.” Lola said with a pointed look at Aylee.

RRRRRRRRRR

“Maisie and Mary were in Mary’s chambers waiting to hear from Bash. Mary sat on a bench in front of the fire as Maisie stoked the flames out of need to stay busy. “Has Sebastian returned?” Mary asked her ladies maid, Sarah, who stood beside Maisie's maid, Genevieve.

“Not yet.” Sarah answered.

“And you told his servant to bring word immediately?” Mary asked.

“I did.” Sarah answered. “Milady, you need to rest, both of you.” she said.

Maisie looked down at the burn on her hand. “I’m not sleepy and I won’t sleep until I hear that Bash is back and safe.” she told Mary. “But I can leave if you’d like to sleep.”

“No, I’m not leaving you alone. Not after learning that Catherine’s guard was responsible for the stag’s head in your room.” Mary argued. “I won’t let you out of my sight until Bash returns.”

Maisie gave her a nod and sat down beside her on the bench. Genevieve walked over and held her hand out for the fire poker. “May I return that for you?” Maisie saw a burned spot on the side of her palm that very closely matched hers.

“Mary.” Maisie said as she grabbed Genevieve’s wrist and showed her hand to Mary.

“It’s burned.” Mary gasped as she stood and pulled Maisie close. “You said you’d never seen the necklace, but you’re the one that put it on her pillow aren’t you?” Mary spoke fast out of fear.

Maisie pushed Mary to stand behind her and pointed the fire poker at Genevieve. “Guards!” Maisie yelled.

“Don’t bother.” Sara spoke up as she walked over. “If the king’s bastard fails again to pay his debt he’ll need to learn.”

“How many of you are there?” Mary asked from behind Maisie.

“Enough.” Genevieve answered.

“Sarah, you’ll burn for this, both of you.” Mary said right before the guards burst in and captured the two girls. As soon as they were out of the room and the door closed, Maisie and Mary sank down on the padded bench seat, both of them letting out a sigh of relief.

Sometime during the night Mary fell asleep, waiting for Bash to return, but Maisie couldn't, and wouldn't, sleep.

RRRRRRRRRR

The next morning Mary and Maisie were assigned new guards and ladies maids who they were assured were not pagans. After more hours of waiting for word Maisie was finally told by her new maid that Bash had arrived and asked her to meet him down by the water's edge where she'd once picnicked with Mary and her friends.

As she left the castle she quickly spotted him down by the lake, staring out over the water. "Bash." She said getting his attention as she walked up behind him and touched his shoulder, making him turn toward her. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." He answered as he caught her hand that she was about to use to touch his cheek. She frowned at the action. "Physically."

She looked down at their hands. "You went through with it, didn't you?"

"You were right. Killing a man in cold blood is different from killing a man in battle." He answered quietly. "And I've killed two." Maisie looked up from their hands, worry clear in her eyes. "One a zealot of the faith, the other an innocent."

"I don't understand." She said with a shake of her head.

"I took a man from the jails as you suggested, but I had no intention of killing him." Bash started explaining as he jerked his head for her to walk with him. "I only meant to use the prisoner to draw out a pagan. It worked and when I asked if any human life would pay my debt, the man said yes. So I sacrificed the pagan."

"So why did you kill the prisoner?" Maisie asked, her stomach aching with dread.

"He overheard the pagan talking about my mother's faith. What they believe should be my true faith." He answered. "The prisoner knew who my mother and I were."

"So you killed him to keep your secret safe." Maisie sighed.

"My past, my mother's original faith, has and will always put you in danger." He said as they stopped. "I'll understand if you no longer feel safe with me. Or if loving me is too dangerous."

"Bash." She sighed as she moved to stand in front of him, taking both of his hands into hers. "I see the fact that you killed to keep me safe as…a double edged sword. Just as comforting as it is frightening." She let go of his hands and placed hers on each side of his neck. "And I won't let fear keep me from loving you. Especially since I find the fact that I would fight and kill in order to do the same for you just as frightening. I can't fight and would probably lose my life in trying, but I'd try nonetheless."

"You're saying you'd die to protect me?" He asked, a little amused.

"It's a bit…dynamically reversed, for lack of a better term, but yes. I would." She answered and he grabbed her hand as they started walking again.

"Then perhaps I should teach you to fight." He offered.

"Really fight? As in hand to hand combat?" She asked, a little surprised, though she shouldn't have been.

"Yes. As much as I'd like to be, I won't always be around to protect you and you need to know more than a simple punch." He replied, completely serious. "Basic self defense maneuvers paired with strategic punches can do more than you might imagine. Especially considering no one will expect it from a woman, much less a titled lady."

"Okay. Teach me to fight." She agreed.

"Well, I can't teach you out in the open where anyone can see." He said with a nod to the people walking around closer to the castle. "We'll go for a ride in the morning and stop where we had our first kiss. I'll teach you there. What I can teach you right now is that the easiest way to take down a man, should your skirts allow, is to knee him between the legs."

"That sounds far easier than a punch. Why didn't you teach me that one when we were kids?" Maisie asked as they headed to the castle.

"Honestly I was afraid I'd make you mad and you'd use it against me. I'd rather take the punch." She rolled her eyes and gave him a pointed look. "Do you not remember how I'd agitated you at times just to see the cute face you'd make."

Maisie laughed. "I remember. You'd tug on my braid or untie my sash. Or the more annoying one, stealing something from me and running with it."

Bash chuckled. "Perhaps that one was a little unfair considering my legs were always longer than yours."

"It got a little less annoying after Kenna told me you were flirting with me." She replied. "A little being the key words in that sentence. Don't get any ideas."

"What, scared you can't keep up?" Bash asked challengingly.

"Not in these shoes I can't." She answered.

"Excuses, excuses." He sighed jokingly.

She looked across her shoulder at him with narrowed eyes. "Do you want me to punch you? Because I will." Bash just laughed.

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Their mood was once again lowered as they watched Catherine's guard, and the two ladies maids be placed on and bound to pyres. "You shouldn't watch this." Bash told her where he stood beside her on a balcony that overlooked the public burning.

"These people marked me for death and tortured us." She argued with a look at him across her shoulder. "I need to watch them burn and pay for what they have done." Bash placed his hand on the small of her back comfortingly. "Then, when the screams stop, I'll need you to push it all to the furthest reaches of my mind."

"And how do you expect me to do that?" He asked with a knowing look. She just blushed and glanced down at his lips, making him smile. When the fires were lit their smiles fell and soon the screams of three people filled the air. After a moment one of the screams was silenced by an arrow. Not long after the other two faded and only the sound of the flames remained. "Satisfied?" Bash asked as he closed the windows of the balcony then turned toward her.

"Not as much as I thought I'd be. But the screams have stopped and I still need your help." She answered as she grabbed the strings at the neck of his thin brown shirt and pulled them. He smirked when she hooked her finger into the open v and tugged. He closed the space between them, wrapping his arms around her waist as he caught her top lip between his. They both instantly relaxed from the sensation as a sigh left her lips and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

He had worked his way to her neck, placing noisy wet kisses over the sensitive skin while cupping her cheek in his perfect hand when, "Don't stop on my behalf." jerked them back down to reality.

"Mother." Bash greeted as he turned from Maisie who kept her eyes downcast while her face burned bright red.

"No greeting from my future daughter-in-law?" Diane asked and Maisie could only manage to look up. "Oh you needn't be embarrassed. I take your attraction to my son as a good thing. It assures me that I'll have grandchildren someday soon."

"Mother." Bash scolded.

"After the wedding obviously." She defended then looked at Maisie. "Take a walk with me?"

Maisie looked up at Bash who gave her a smirk then back at Diane. "Sure."

Diane waited until they were out of earshot of Bash. "I wanted to thank you." She said.

"Thank me, whatever for?" Maisie asked.

"For giving Bash a chance. I know his reputation at court isn't the best. My biggest fear was that when you returned you'd hear of his reputation and decide you couldn't risk it. That, or you would return to court already wed. Both scenarios would have crushed him." She explained as they turned a corner in the castle halls.

"Well, his past was a concern, but he was open about it from day one. So I took his honesty as a good sign." Maisie explained. "And I never once considered marrying another."

"I'm so pleased you remain devoted to my son." Diane said and she was opening her mouth to say more when Kenna rounded the corner a few feet ahead of them.

"Maisie." Kenna said as she stopped at the sight of her friend walking alongside the woman she'd recently displaced. "What are you doing?"

"Having a chat with the woman I hope to one day call family." Maisie answered with a pointed look. Kenna frowned and opened her mouth to speak, but Maisie cut her off, "we'll discuss this later?"

"Yes, of course." Kenna replied then carried on her way.

"I am so sorry about Kenna." Maisie apologized.

"Oh don't fret it. I can only imagine the awkward position this puts you in." Diane responded. "Just know I don't blame you for the actions of your friends." Maisie gave her a soft thankful smile. "That's something else I want to thank you for. The day you arrived your friends judged me, gave me dirty looks, but you smiled warmly. I stopped letting dirty looks bother me a long time ago, but kindness, like the smile you gave me, matters more than you know."

"I didn't know if you noticed that." Maisie said out loud.

"I did, Henry did as well." She assured her. "He has a soft spot for you."

Maisie's eyes went wide. "Why?"

"Because you're in love with his favorite son and you're kind." Diane answered. "Bash was okay while you were gone, but Henry and I have both noticed a change in him since your return. There's a new energy about him, he's truly happy with you at his side." Maisie just smiled. "So, don't let him wait forever to ask for your hand. He's waited a long time to do so and he may need a push to get him past the nerves of anticipation."

Maisie laughed nervously, "I'll bear that in mind." 

The two women had tea in the common room then both turned in for the night.

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Thesis publication update

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[kithalstead]

“Trust”

Based on this tumblr post

Elias was just sitting down for the night, finally home from a long shift at the hospital. He had a cup of tea steeping in the kitchen and dinner heating in the oven. Aching, tired, and hungry, he sat at his desk to continue his drawing. Just when he’d pencil to paper, there was a weak knock at his door. It was nearly midnight; who could possibly be at his door at this hour? He fully intended on ignoring it but it came again, persistent but weaker.

Sighing, he stood and headed for the door. There was a lot of people he might have expected on the other side of the door. He expected a panicked neighbor or an exhausted friend. He even expected a drunken stranger. The boy wonder of the city, hero, savior, all around nice guy, was at the bottom of the list below the Queen and Jesus Christ himself.  

Elias wouldn’t say they were enemies, but he’s sure that that boy in front of him would disagree. He was fondly referred to as “the kid” in the media and by officials of the city as he’d never officially taken a hero name, but Elias had taken to calling him Captain Hero Boy.

Normally, he wore armor, a mask, his eyes bright with civic responsibility. There was a kindness in his features that Elias couldn’t quite understand. Now, though, he was pale, shaking, a sway to his usually solid stance. There was a deep scrape across his cheek and a blossoming bruise around his eye on the other side. He wore civilian clothes, a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt, nothing menacing or particularly righteous about him. Elias might even consider those to be nice looking, club clothes if he didn’t know any better. He looked small, though, holding his side as if holding himself together. What struck Elias the most, what alarmed him to his very core, was the glaze over Captain Hero Boy’s eyes. Elias had worked in emergency medicine enough to know what that meant. He had been drugged.

“Didn’t know where else to go,” Captain Hero Boy whimpered before his knees gave way. Elias surged forward and caught him the best he could. He was out cool in Elias’ arms, this herp who was always invulnerable, untouchable.

Elias carried him into the guest room and laid him down gently. Without his mask, without the armor, without the bravado, Elias couldn’t really see him as Captain Hero Boy anymore.  

“Augustine Keller,” he sighed, shaking his head. “What am I going to do with you, kid?”

He did what he did best; he cared for the injured. Back before the world had turned him bitter and dark, he’d trained as a nurse and a paramedic. He had wanted to heal people, to help. Truly, he’d dreamt of becoming a doctor but he had come from nothing and that was too far out of reach. So he’d settled.

Augustine really was beautiful, he’d always thought so, even when he was on opposite ends of the battle field, so to speak. Augustine was a hero, kind and just, almost to a fault which was evident as he was blacked out in Elias’ guest room. He had clearly trusted Elias with his well-being. Then again, Elias had never hurt Augustine. They play-fought each other, never doing damage. It had taken Elias several run ins with him to realize that Augustine wasn’t inept at fighting, but instead that he was actively trying not to hurt him.  

“What happened?” Elias asked, but Augustine didn’t reply. “Okay, let’s assess. Hope you don’t mind.”

Elias worked methodically, checking his patient for broken bones and internal bleeding. He had terrible lighting and limited tools, but even with that he could tell Augustine needed to go to the hospital for cracked ribs and a dislocated shoulder. Whoever had done this had wanted to make sure Captain Hero Boy wasn’t going out in the field anytime soon.  

Unless, Elias thought unhelpfully, looking over the figure in his civilian clothes, dressed to party, this wasn’t an attack on the beloved hero. Unless this was a senseless crime against Augustine the civilian.  

That boiled Elias’ blood more than anything else. Someone hurt this beautiful creature, possibly because he was beautiful and they wanted to destroy him. Why had he been drugged then? The slur in his speech and the shake in his limbs, plus the glazed eyes only really spelled drugged. Did he only escape from something more nefarious because he had some kind of Gift? If so, why didn’t he defend him? Why was he so bloody, so broken? He could hold his own; he had proven that with his fights with Elias. He wasn’t weak. He wasn’t defenseless.

It wasn’t mean or unkind to defend yourself.

The timer on the oven went off, letting him know that his dinner was done.  

“I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me, kid. Just holler.”

He said it even though Elias knew for certain he couldn’t hear and wouldn’t remember. He said it because he felt weird leaving him alone. He had a thought, though.

“Aylee, come,” he called, leaning out. His dog, an old German shepherd with three legs, appeared from under his desk. “Come here, sweet girl. Come sit with him.”

She eagerly trotted into the guest room and hopped up beside Augustine.

“Watch him. You know what to do.”

She set her head on his chest and blinked at Elias. She used to be a medical alert dog before her accident, and then afterwards, Elias couldn’t just let her die alone in the shelter. She’d been his companion ever since, and she was constantly trying to alert him he needed to eat or sleep. She liked having a job.

He left Aylee with Augustine and went to get dinner out before it burned. He passed the abandoned sketch on his desk and then-

“Fuck, my tea!”

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