#i love how you can actually see my grandfather's red hair

[britneyshakespeare]

Also I never knew that there was even a single color photograph of my grandparents' wedding in 1952. I've only ever seen the ones in black and white. Don't they look beautiful? Didn't I just come from the most gorgeous people?

#i love how you can actually see my grandfather's red hair #as a redhead i know the injustice that black and white does to us... alas! #my charcoal self-portraits always look unlike myself to me because im like i have red hair. this doesnt look like a redhead #this isnt me #also even though it's a white dress. grammy's dress looks so much more beautiful surrounded by color #wow #tales from diana #did you know i never knew my grandmother was a local beauty queen when she was younger until after she died? #when her dementia got to the stage where she needed a live-in nurse to help her all the time #at one point my aunt rediscovered a picture from when she was about. 17. i posted it years ago #she scanned it and had it cropped and framed and left it in the front of the living room #the first time the nurse saw that photo (i was there) she said 'DAAAAMN MOM IS THAT YOU?' #and grammy was like 'oh :) yes thats me' #like it was nothing and then later on the nurse said 'i know you already said it but damn i just cant stop looking at you!' #that nurse was really nice. really really nice. #the priest at the wake when saying a prayer for the family before everyone else started ushering in #mentioned what a beauty my grandmother was and what a lovely couple the two of them were. #they went to that local church for about 60 years so he mustve known them for decades. it was a nice touch.

[daycourtofficial]

It’s so quiet in the world tonight

Lucien x reader

Summary: you and Lucien having a quiet night at home, soaking in the peace, discussing how things will change when your baby arrives

Author’s note: kicking off my 1k celebration with my boy Lulu!!!

(1k celebration masterlist 🍾)

“I’m just excited to see a babe growing up around here,” Helion said, looking at your belly. Your father in law harbored a lot of regret about not being around for Lucien as a babe and not knowing that he was his until a few decades ago.

It took a long time, but they have a lovely bond and get along extremely well. Granted, neither of them had a hard time getting along with most.

Except Beron.

You smile at your father in law, excited to see him take on the role of grandfather.

“Except the name ‘grandfather’ will make me feel so ancient. Is there any other name I could use?”

He had been going back and forth ever since you told him the news. If anyone could make your pregnancy about themselves, it was Helion. You didn’t mind, though. It was much better than nursemaids and various citizens who insisted on asking how you were at all hours of the day.

It was kind of them, and you didn’t resent them that much, but sometimes you felt more like a traveling carnival attraction carrying the next heir of Day instead of a mother carrying her babe.

You couldn’t blame them - it was exciting. They didn’t get to cherish Lucien as he grew up, and so now they were taking the time to let you know how adored the two of you were amongst the citizens of Day.

Lucien was so loved in Day, and he had no issues making his interest in you known. In fact, one of his first acts as a member of Day’s royal court was courting you.

It made you incredibly glad you had declined Helion’s many previous offers to warm his bed.

A little over a decade into your marriage, the two of you decided to forego your fertility tonic, leaving things up to the Mother to decide. Six years later, you found yourself with a swollen belly, an excited husband, and two antsy high lords.

Eris’s frequent visits to his mother and brother made him the first person you had confided in about your pregnancy. It had been an accident, really. You had only figured it out a few hours earlier, and he happened to be the first person you saw.

It just came tumbling out of your mouth.

Eris had actually been extraordinarily kind following your outburst, after his initial taunt of “is this how you greet people now, sister?”

Lucien found you crying on Eris’s shoulder a few hours later, his brother’s well-tailored jacket tracked with your makeup. If Eris noticed, he didn’t let on.

“I didn’t know your first act as High Lord was to make my wife cry,” Lucien said, striding towards the two of you huddled on a couch.

Eris waves his hand in the air, “I managed to sign two treaties and lift an embargo before I came here to antagonize your wife. She wasn’t first on my list, brother.”

Lucien sits on the other side of you, placing his hand gently on your back, rubbing soothing circles.

“What’s wrong, sunshine? Was Eris’s company so troublesome it reduced you to tears?”

You crack a smile as Eris lifts your head off of his shoulder, delicately placing it on Lucien’s shoulder.

“How you wound me, Lu. I’ll be sending you the bill to have my jacket cleaned.”

Lucien’s surprise at Eris’s departure doesn’t last long, as he looks back to you, your tears having stalled for a moment.

“I- Lu, I- I’m pregnant.”

His eyes light up, and you can tell he loses control for a moment because his skin glows a radiant glow, his red hair almost blinding. He grabs your hands, placing them in his, as he asks, “is that why you were crying?”

You nod your head, the action causing a pain throughout your head.

“Are you worried?” He asks, concern on his features.

You stare into his eyes, his mechanical one whirring taking in everything about you. The look on his face told you your concerns were ill-founded, but they still tumbled out of your mouth.

“How are we going to teach them how to read? I’ve never taught anyone how to read.”

His brows furrow, and his eyes light with amusement.

“I think we have a few minutes before teaching them how to read, I’m sure we can figure something out.”

He pauses, cutting you off before you can speak again, “and I’m sure we’ll have plenty of time to figure out how to teach them how to count.”

You and Lucien had sat on that couch for hours, all of your worries melting away with your husband’s comforting words.

And the realization from Lu that you could, in fact, hire a tutor to teach the babe how to read.

The two of you had retired to your rooms after dinner with Helion, where he made zero progress with names for your babe to call him.

The name “Papa Hehe” was what led the two of you to excuse yourselves so you could laugh in private over how much thought he was putting into the names.

Lucien helped you out of your dress, pulling it over your head.

“You know,” he says, putting the dress away and picking up one of your nightgowns, “my taking your dress off is how we ended up here.”

You push his chest lightly, “Lu, I’m so swollen I can hardly walk down the corridors.”

His smirk turns feline, “I never said you had to move.”

“I’m due any day now,” you tell him.

“I heard that pleasure can help induce labor,” he whispers in your ear, tucking hair behind it.

You laugh into Lucien’s mouth as he kisses you, holding you as close as the bump would allow him to. You let him guide you to the bed, and he helps you lay down on your back, your hair adorning the pillow behind you in a halo.

Lucien’s hand caressed your swollen belly, receiving a light kick in response.

“And pray tell, what is my baby girl doing awake at this hour?”

You roll your eyes, giving up ages ago on correcting him. Neither of you had any inkling as to the sex, but Lucien was convinced it was a babygirl.

“She got confused and thought we lived in the Night Court.”

Lucien chuckles as he drags his hands up your thigh, delicately placing kisses up your calf and up your thigh, your moans spurring him on further.

And damn it all if Lucien wasn’t right about his baby girl, who arrived about twelve hours later.

#acotar fanfiction #lucien x reader #lucien vanserra x reader #lucien x y/n #lucien vanserra x y/n #lucien x you #lucien vanserra x you

[bloodynereid]

would you do a roman roy imagine where he crashes shiv and the reader’s lunch cause he’s feeling jealous of shiv having the reader attention (like in childhood despite the reader being shiv’s age) and he and the reader’s long standing “will they-won’t they” finally ends?

Lunch Confessions

pairing: roman roy x fem! reader

a/n: hii sorry for taking so long to answer this request! hopefully i did it justice. i miss rome sm omg - COME HOME! for anyone who follows me for gen v sry lol i have a ton of other hyperfixations and i'm in the midst of my succession rewatch so...

tw: roman being his usual slimy self (only for a bit tho we love him), tom bashing (only a warning if you actually like him), swearing A LOT, rich people, allusions to sex

description: a lunch meeting with shiv takes an interesting turn...

The rain pattered against the glass of your car as you fixed your hair in the compact mirror. The slick leather seats slid under the fabric of your pants and a smile blossomed on your face. You were finally back in your favorite city, New York, after having to be abroad in Tokyo for a while. Father needed some help with the expansion over there and obviously he had decided to turn to his favorite daughter.

Your family founded and owned one of the most prestigious pharmaceutical companies in the world. It had been passed down from your grandfather to your father and then hopefully to you. Thankfully your other siblings weren’t exactly interested in running the family business, which meant less competition for the throne. You shuddered thinking about the fucking gladiator fight Logan had Shiv, Ken and Roman competing in.

Your youngest brother had started up his own tech firm in Silicon Valley and was doing pretty well for himself… even if he didn’t actually manage his fucking company. Your two sisters were influencers, or rather they liked to call themselves life-style promoters but still. 

Tracing shapes on the cool glass, you closed your eyes and took a deep, steadying breath. You were on your way to go see one of your closest friends from boarding school, Shiv motherfucking Roy. Your family had always been pretty close to the Roys, especially since Logan and your father had a whole deal going on about ATN, which even after years of being at the company he still hadn’t given you the exact details about.

Roman and Shiv were the only two of the whole family that you could really stand. Ken was sort of never around - instead he preferred the company of Stewie and various powders, Connor didn’t take anything seriously which constantly struck a nerve and Logan cycled through wives like they were the newest TikTok trend.

“Miss, we’re here.” You turned towards Ben and smiled before looking up at the building where you were having lunch with Shiv.

“Thanks Ben. Go ahead and park the car. It should be a few hours.”

“Of course Miss.” You smiled and waited as he got out of the car, opened up an umbrella before unlocking the car door. Your black boots met concrete as you stepped out into the cool Manhattan air. The heels of your books clicked against the sidewalk as Ben covered you with the umbrella and you made your way into the building.

The host smiled as he saw you walk in and quickly took out a menu before waiting for you to make your way over to the main desk.

“Hello Ms. L/N, how are you doing today?”

“Quite well. I have a reservation with Shiv Roy.”

“Of course, she has just arrived. Right this way.” You nodded and followed him as he made his way towards your usual table in the more private lounge area. You instantly spotted Shiv, her red hair hanging over her face like a curtain and her fingers moving quickly over her phone screen.

“Here we are.” The host said as he pulled out your chair and placed the menu in front of you. “Is there anything we can get for you at the moment?”

Shiv looked up and her face brightened when she realized you had arrived. She quickly locked her phone and looked up at the eager host.

“A bottle of the 1945 and some sparkling mineral water for each of us.” You said, quickly dismissing the host who nodded and left to procure your drinks.

“God hi I missed you.”

“Missed you as well Shivvy.” You smiled back at her and you quickly stood up and exchanged a short hug before settling back into your chairs.

“So how was Tokyo?”

“Busy. How’s Tom?”

“Well… he’s Tom.” 

You scrunch your nose up and Shiv chuckles slightly at your expression before she takes a sip of the wine you had ordered, which was currently being poured into your glass. You fall into easy conversation, taking turns to explain all the new company gossip as you order your food and start to dig into the Michelin star meal.

“Your dad is truly insane. I mean Pierce really?”

“I know, thank you!” You laugh when you hear a familiar voice in the distance, one that belonged to one of Shiv’s many brothers.

“You invited Roman?” You asked as you cut up another piece of food in frustration. Ok so maybe going to Tokyo wasn’t all because of your father… it might have also been because Roman was so fucking happy with Tabitha. Not that you didn’t like Tabitha but you and Roman had a thing. An unspoken thing sure but still a thing.

“Fuck! I mentioned I was going to have lunch with you today and I didn’t fucking realize-”

“Shiv, it’s fine. Trust me.” You sent a reassuring smile as you patted her hand in sympathy. This honestly happened pretty often. Roman had a habit of interrupting any kind of event you had scheduled with Shiv, it had been that way since you were kids. You didn’t really get why but you were usually fine with it but right now…

“Ah if it isn’t my favorite women. Y/N, darling, you look fucking exhausted.” Roman said as he got one of the waiters to pull up a chair to your table and promptly sat down in one of his weird contortionist shapes.

“Fuck you Roman, you look like you have the plague.”

“You are so sweet to me, isn’t she Shiv?”

“I don’t understand why the fuck you decided to interrupt our lunch, Roman.” Shiv spit out, she accentuated his name with so much venom that it even made you widen your eyes.

“Aww don’t be like that dearest sister. I already know you want to fuck her so why don’t we all just have one big orgie.” Your face twisted in disgust and you thrust your foot out to hit Roman’s knee.

“Ow! Fuck.” Roman exclaimed, making a triumphant smile on your face.

“You’re fucking disgusting, Roman. Shit!” Shiv looked down at her phone and sent you a sympathetic glance. “Sorry to leave you with the fucking scum of the earth but I have to go.”

“Oh god don’t worry, go ahead. It’s my turn to take care of lunch anyways.”

“Thanks Y/N, we should reschedule without this creep interrupting us.” You stood up and gave Shiv a hug as she left the restaurant before looking over to Roman who had a happy smile all over his face.

“What’s making you all fucking smiley over there?”

“Oh nothing, don’t you just love a good female bonding moment?” Roman asked sarcastically as he stole your wine glass and took a sip.

“Ugh Roman, really? Why did you have to interrupt our lunch again?” You asked as you snatched your wine glass back and took a big gulp, you were going to need it if you wanted to survive this fucking conversation.

“Well you obviously needed saving from Shiv, duh.”

“Rome… look I love you but I don’t ever need saving from Shiv.”

“Aww you love me?” Roman said with an exaggerated sweet tone lacing his voice.

“You focused on entirely the wrong part of that sentence. Now really why did you crash?”

“I… fuck I broke up with Tabs and… I wanted to see you okay?” Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped as your heart started to quicken.

“You- really?”

“Yup, completely cut her the fuck off.”

“What? Why? I thought you liked her.”

“Eh.”

“What exactly does this have to do with my question?”

“You’re fucking blind aren’t you?”

“Excuse me? You’re the one who’s being all fucking cloak-and-dagger?”

“Do you need me to spell it out to you? I fucking missed you!” He said as he looked up to you with his hands nervously twisted the cloth napkin.

“Geez Roman, I didn’t realize you were capable of basic human emotions.”

“Fuck you.” Roman made a move to get up from his position.

“Woah Rome, I didn’t mean it like that. I- I missed you as well.”

“You have such a big crush on me, don’t you?” Roman asked with a mocking twist of his lips, the only thing that gave away his happiness were his eyes, which sparkled in the light of the chandeliers.

“Hmmm what if I do?” You said as a smirk rose up on your face.

“Y/N… now you’re playing a dangerous game.” Roman said as he leaned closer to you and dragged his fingertips down the side of your face.

“Oh I’m the one playing a dangerous game. Darling, we’ve been playing this game for as long as I can remember.”

“Fuck call me that again.” 

“Only if you promise to be a good boy and stop crashing Shiv and I’s lunches.” You said as you pushed your chair back and smoothed out the creases in your pants. Roman’s face had changed from mocking to surprised as fuck.

“Well are you coming?” You asked as you started walking to the door of the restaurant, quickly swiping your card through the reader.

“Fuck yes.”

hehe hope u enjoyed. will def try to write for succession more in the future

#roman roy x reader #roman roy x you #roman roy #succession #fanfic #roman roy fanfic #succession x reader #succession fanfic #kendall roy #shiv roy #tom wambsgans

[ultralightpoe]

The Great War - Aemond Targaryen

The Great War - Aemond Targaryen

Authors Note: I AM SO HAPPY ABOUT SPEAK NOW! YES!

Warnings: death, cheating, a dragon is killed

Word Count: 2841

The MIDNIGHTS event! (Take a look if you love Taylor Swift) and the upcoming SOUR event (requests for that one are still open so send em in!

Enjoy!

My knuckles were bruised like violets

Sucker punching walls, cursed you as I sleep-talked

Spineless in my tomb of silence

Tore your banners down, took the battle underground

And maybe it was ego swinging

Maybe it was her

Flashes of the battle come back to me in a blur

It was funny how much one's life could change within moments. You had never thought you would be here, there had been a time where you absolutely refused the thought of hurting your family or your husband, let alone fighting in a war you had been a pawn to stop in the first place. 

And yet, here you were. 

Covered in blood, head to toe, your hair matted and greased in the braid not that anything but bloodstains really showed. Your armor was black, like your father's armor had been, and the banner you stood by was that of blood red. 

There was apart of your mind that screamed for you to stop, to find a way for peace, just as your grandfather requested. But you pushed that thought away as your sword tore across a mans stomach, slashing into his guts and tearing the green banner from his hands. 

This battlefield was yours now. 

“How lovely of you to join me, dear husband.” You laugh, moving up to where he was hidden, ready to jump out and scare you. 

“You take all my fun, wife.” 

“Not all of it, I am sure.” There is a flash of something on his face that you don’t recognize for a moment, both of you just standing there and staring at each other. You debate if he knew someone had told you, and he must be here to explain himself. 

He had to have known the Queen of Whispers sent you a raven on his whereabouts, everything about his affair with Alys Rivers, and your heart began speeding up. 

You would tell him it was fine, if he asked. You would not be mad. Your mother had made you swear to this marriage for peace in the realm, a realm she would be queen of within days. You could not lose it now. 

But he doesn’t confront you, instead he walks up smoothly and places his lips upon yours in the softest of kisses before pulling your forehead to his own and rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs. “How about a dragon ride today? Hmm?”

“I was actually wishing to sit with my grandfather- since he is sick I think it necessary to-” His lips are on yours before you can finish your sentence, allowing yourself to melt into his touch some more. The rumors about Alys couldn’t be true, not when he loved you so….. “A dragon ride sounds lovely.”

All that bloodshed, crimson clover

Uh-huh, sweet dream was over

My hand was the one you reached for

All throughout the Great War

Always remember

Uh-huh, tears on the letter

I vowed not to cry anymore

If we survived the Great War

He could sense you on the battlefield. As he always sensed when you were near before this. 

It had been an odd trait of his, always knowing where you were lurking and following. Where most people ignored you like a shadow he couldn’t help but see you. You had been his light. 

“I want that Targaryen bitches head!!” A shout behind him has him whirling with his sword until it’s pressed on the man's throat, the sharpness of the blade slicing his neck until blood leaks down his neck. 

“She. Is. Mine.” The man nods , gasping when the blade is taken away as Aemond turns back to the battlefield. 

“She’s announced she wants your head…” Another soldier murmurs, watching your army hit another barrier of his people. 

You want me so badly, wife? Come and get me.

The throne room looked dull and empty, the sunlight barely peeking through what windows were not covered as Aemond stares at the floor before him. 

The guilt was something he never expected. 

It’s not like he wanted to marry you, it had simply been for peace amongst the family, and he already had a relationship with Alys Rivers long before you swore yourself to him. So why shouldn’t he get to keep his love?

So he spent some nights with his mistress and some with you. Only the more time he spent with you the more he craved your presence. It was beginning to wear into his soul. 

And now he stood in the very same throne room he married you in, after spending a night in his mistresses sheets, talking about putting his brother on the throne and betraying the very thing your marriage stood for. The peace treaty. 

“Has it happened?” Alicent asks, a sob raking her body as she turns to the others.  Aemonds own throat tightened up before he felt it. Like a needle entering the small of his spine, hitting the nerves all the way up to his neck, you were close. 

“They killed the beast this morning…” The dragonkeeper murmurs, and Aemond feels like puking. Your dragon, your charming beast had been taken out so you would have no chance of escape, no chance to get back to your mother. 

“Aegon is being bathed right now. And Rhaenys is still deciding in her chambers, though I still think we need to-” Otto begins only for Alicent to scream. 

“WE’VE ALREADY KILLED ONE DRAGON TODAY, THERE WILL BE NO MORE DEATH!”

There is a gasp from the doors and everyone's heads whip around to them, before he can stop himself Aemond is rushing to get to them. But there is nothing there when he opens them. 

You drew up some good faith treaties

I drew curtains closed, drank my poison all alone

You said I have to trust more freely

But diesel is desire, you were playin' with fire

And maybe it's the past that's talkin'

Screamin' from the crypt

Tellin' me to punish you for things you never did

So I justified it

You think on your grandfather kissing your head the day of your wedding, the heavy veil weighing your head down as you tried not to cry when he whispered a thank you for your sacrifice. Then you thought of your first night with your husband, scared and lonely, wishing you had family when he offered to play chess. 

Oh how you had loved him throughout your marriage, and now….you were gutting anyone who got between you and him on the battlefield. You would make him regret ever crossing your family. 

They forgot Rhaenys, or maybe they didn’t forget her but they thought you would never find out until she had already sided with them. 

You were running through the halls so quickly that your slippers fell off and by the time you got to your great aunts rooms you had a thick layer of sweat covering your body as well as tears. You had sobbed to her as you broke the door down, falling into her when the wood gave out and allowing her to cradle you for a moment before she rushed you to stand again. 

You had no dragon and hers was locked up, so you had to concentrate on what to do next. 

All that bloodshed, crimson clover

Uh-huh, the bombs were close and

My hand was the one you reached for

All throughout the Great War

Always remember

Uh-huh, the burning embers

I vowed not to fight anymore

If we survived the Great War

He finally sees you from a distance, swinging his sword at a giant coming for him smoothly as he scans you for injuries. A vision covered in blood, your eyes narrowing in on him the second he smiles at you. 

His heart begins to beat through his chest as you step towards him, one step first slowly followed by another before you full blown charge at him. His breath catches as he watches, hand tightening on the sword and his feet preparing for the blow, and for the smallest moment he thinks of letting you kill him. 

Letting you get your vengeance. 

If you had killed his dragon and betrayed his family isn’t that what he would want himself?

“We need to go Aemond.” Otto Hightower snaps, following his grandson through the halls of the keep, a fuming look on his face as he does so .

But Aemond refused to listen, no, he needed to find you before anyone else did. He had to be the one to tell you of what his family had done. The only problem being that no one had seen you. 

Not your maids or your ladies in waiting, not even the castle maids. 

When he tears through your shared apartments he doesn’t see you and the anxiety rising in his chest begins to take over. You knew. You had to have known.

That’s when he sees it, the small parcel you had hidden under a vase of flowers beside your side of the bed. Just the corner had been peeking out and when he tugs on it he finds a letter written to you by the Queen of Whispers. 

There is a cracking feeling in his chest that rises up his neck and into his ears, and all he can see is red.  “Y/N!”

It turned into something bigger

Somewhere in the haze, got a sense I'd been betrayed

Your finger on my hair pin triggers

Soldier down on that icy ground

Looked up at me with honor and truth

Broken and blue, so I called off the troops

That was the night I nearly lost you

I really thought I lost you

By the time he is within arms reach you are swinging your sword as hard as you can, his own steel hitting yours with a crash before you both draw back and start again. It’s like a dance between you two, one that you haven’t done in years but feels so exhilarating all the same. 

One turn and you slice his arm, only to have him slice your thigh, so you duck and swing upwards. He dodges back and the tip of your sword hits the very tip of his nostril. 

A moment of pride fills you when he takes in a deep breath, pulling your sword in and getting into the proper stance. 

“Is that all you got?” He laughs and you find yourself smirking. 

“I was just getting started.”

“You know, I remember the first night I had you…. You had been so scared I was sure you’d sob the entire-” He knew what he was doing, that much was evident when he blocked your blow with a smirk and retaliated just as quickly. 

Your knees wobble when the force of it sends you back, but you grit your teeth and grab his wrist before he can pull away, trying to wrestle his sword free as he uses his body strength to throw you. 

“There are many people here…” You murmur, ducking behind your veil as your new husband leads you to the dance floor, your hand gripping his own so tightly you feel as though you might break the bones that lie underneath. “I might fall or-”

“Do you not trust that I would keep you upright, my dear ni-wife?”

“You haven’t given me a reason to trust-”

“Then today I shall.” He whispers in your ear before getting ready to start the dance. And you follow his lead, the nerves making you hesitate every step of the way, but soon enough you found your way with Aemond and it no longer mattered who was watching. 

He lifted you and spun you around, a smile on his face that many people gawked at. It was a well deserved smile. 

We can plant a memory garden

Say a solemn prayer, place a poppy in my hair

There's no morning glory, it was war, it wasn't fair

And we will never go back

He has you pinned to the mud below and a snarl written on his face, his back screaming at the amount of pressure he has put on it today but the feeling of satisfaction at you being stuck was far too big to give up now. 

“We can forget this, you and I, just say the words and I’ll let this fit go.” He warns, applying a bit of pressure on your neck to cut off circulation. “By morning you can be on my side and I’ll have maids wash that blood out of your pretty hair. You can be my wife again.”

Something in him is begging you to take the deal, please please please. Please don’t leave me, please don’t make me do this….

He wondered for a moment if you would, seeing the tears well up in your eyes as you struggled to free yourself from his grip. If you would just listen, let him make this right without any of your blood being spilt, he would. 

He would swear himself to you over and over if you gave him another chance. 

The first night he knows he has feelings for you is the first night he turned down Alys, stopping her fingers from touching his pants as he mumbled out an excuse, forehead resting on her shoulder as he pictured your disappointed face. 

He never wished to see that face, and by the time he leaves Alys’ hut he would be sure he never would. 

“It’s been weeks of this Aemond,” She snaps, pulling into herself as he reaches for his leather tunic. “You said you married her to make your father happy, a death wish.”

“I did.”

“Then what is this-”

“I DON’T KNOW!” He screams, whirling on her. In truth he didn’t know what was happening, all he knew was you were left there, in the halls of the red keep as he was out there betraying you. 

You had made a vow and kept to it, why couldn’t he?

“I thought you hated basta-” Alys begins her sentence with tears in her eyes before he is upon her, blue eye sparkling in the candlelight. 

“Maybe you cursed me then.” It’s a spit in the face, the nail in the coffin as she reaches to slap him. The sound echoes across the room as his head snaps to the side, his cheek stinging from the pain and it takes everything in him not to retaliate. 

He had to get to you, none of this mattered anymore. 

To that bloodshed, crimson clover

Uh-huh, the worst was over

My hand was the one you reached for

All throughout the Great War

Always remember

Uh-huh, we're burned for better

I vowed I would always be yours

'Cause we survived the Great War

If you agreed he would fly you away to a remote island, just the two of you. He would find you another dragon egg and grow you a garden. Nothing would ever harm you again. 

He sent a quick prayer up to the gods for this before a sharp feeling is sliding between his ribcage, the cold of your dagger meeting his skin like a cool kiss on a heat ragged day. 

He doesn’t really comprehend it, just grunts out in pain and loosens his hold on you to lean back, his hands flying up to see what damage had been done. 

“nO.” He gasps out, eyes flying to where you are in the mud. 

If he was scared in this moment he had no clue what you were, eyes wild as you sob, your chest rising and falling with every short breath you take. 

“KILL HER!” Someone calls, and for a second all Aemond can think to do is crawl to you. Ignoring the pain in his side as he removes his bloody hands from it, he makes his way to you, bringing one hand up to your cheek as an arrow marks through you. 

Your body shudders as it pierces from your back to your stomach, sliding right into Aemonds own stomach where he has wrapped his body around yours. If death was to greet him today then he would be sure not to be separated from you. 

Soldiers charged in at once and you let out a couple more sobs, and he found himself whispering in your ear “Just a second of pain, and we’ll be free.”

Uh-huh

Uh-huh

I would always be yours

'Cause we survived the Great War

Uh-huh

I vowed I would always be yours

Alicent buries you both together, a black veil over her head, her hands bound by rope with Cregan Stark keeping her close. 

This would be her final day outside, for the rest of her days would be in a tower, no freedom and no allies. 

She yearns for her children, and she yearns for her dear old friend, looking at the grass growing from the burnt earth surrounding your grave. 

Yes, she thinks while allowing the tears to fall, you both would be together after the war.

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Kingdom of Wishes- A "Wish" Rewrite AUs

AUs are Alternate Universes, new ways to look at how a story could've gone if a few things were slightly different, it's a fun writing exercise to take your story and change it up a bit to see how the characters would react to these changes.

So I did that with my wish rewrite, and I came up with some pretty fun scenarios.

(Warning: that’s a lie, some scenarios here are not fun at all)

So let's begin:

Asha the Star & Aster the Human

That's exactly what it sounds like, Asha and Aster switch places!

In this scenario, Aster is an orphan whose mother was a musician, that's right, musician, not an artist

His grandfather used to say his mother could sing so beautifully and write songs so engaging that people could see whole stories form in their heads, she inspired people to imagine whole new worlds

That was Aster's dream, to write beautiful melodies, sing a song that could inspire people, see beyond reality

So same things that happened with Asha happen to him, he defies the royals (Who also change in this AU, we have Amaya as a queen regnant, so she's above in power than Magnifico, she being the one who has blue blood while he got married in, and their personalities switch. To me that's the funniest thing, like can you imagine Amaya as the drama queen that get's the whole spotlight and has anger outbursts sometimes like the Red Queen and Maleficent? While Mag is in the background just being calm, mysterious and I guess having a fatherly persona? What a twisted vision)

Anyway so they take Aster's wish, change it up yada yada yada Aster goes to make a wish upon a star and we get Star Asha babeeeyyy

Now design wise, Aster as a human would have brown hair, while Asha, as all wishing stars, would have blonde hair, with this hair style

Loooooong blonde braids that flow in the air constantly like Princess Celestia hair from MLP, and speaking of princess, yeah, she dresses like one too.

Imagine being human Aster here, you wish upon a star and suddenly a beautiful magical princess with gorgeous flowing hair shows up to help you, I would've died

So anyway, Asha has a very energetic and optimistic personality, and much like Aster was in Kow, she's fascinated by earth

When they come up with a plan to inspire the people of Rosas, Asha's idea is to make people draw, express how they feel, make them reflect if they're really happy with this system

Aster of course thinks that's not a good idea at first but she convinces him, so the whole arc of them being found out at the plaza happens yada yada yada let's cut to the good stuff

Instead of giving Aster a magic pencil, Asha enchants his's grandfather's mandolin, so Aster can play beautiful songs that can magically bring anything he imagines to life

So then we get their "At All Cost"... But I actually think Star Asha would sing a different song, she'd sing something like this:

This song just gives me major Kow! Asha vibes, and I'd love if Asha was played by Denee Benton cause I'm a huge fan.

And then the story proceeds as usual and we get to the climax, where instead of singing This Wish Reprise he'd sing something more like this:

Once again, I'm here to say I love Jordan Fisher and I can't imagine anyone better than him to voice Aster.

So yeah he'd have a very dramatic song where instead of using his guitar (That the queen broke) he uses only his voice and the last bit of Asha's magic to defeat the royals, along with everyone's hopes on his side.

Sooo yeah Asha later turns into a human thanks to true love's kiss, her hair turns dark brown, the end!

I like exploring this one because it shows how Asha and Aster are different with her being an artist and him being a musician, human Aster would be very different than the Aster we know though, being absolutely focused on the task at hand of saving his people, so Asha would help him loosen up a bit and have hope things would be better.

Kids AU

Okay so this one is more of a joke, but like... Kingdom of Wishes... But it's Ponyo, only genderbent

Basically I asked myself "What if Asha wished upon Aster when she was a kid?" well, when she was a kid, so was Aster.

So we'd have a story of a little 6 year old becoming friends with her wishing star. While her grandpa Sabino, still alive and very old, tries to hide this star and protect his spunky granddaughter from the king and queen that are after Aster

Of course the royals would have a harder time finding out who could've wished upon a star since they don't know who Asha is as a kid

But on the other hand, Asha and Aster would be a lot more naive and reckless, Aster would tell Asha "Hey! The king and queen are really mean! They change the wishes, wanna defeat them together" and Asha would be like "YEAH!" and off they go put themselves in danger

Don't think Magnifico would go easy on Aster just because he's a toddler, oh no, he'd drain all this child's power as soon as he caught his hands on them, which is why Sabino would be having a panic attack trying to keep them safe.

But what's really cute about this scenario is just imagining kid Aster interacting with the world, using his magic to play with Asha, and of course Sabino being a protective grandpa.

Bad Ending AUs

You guys know me, of course I have a whole section for not one but TWO bad endings lmao I'm so evil.

What If Asha's Cursed Wish Was Granted?

Yup, remember Asha's cursed wish? That would turn her into a obedient princess that would follow Magnifico and Amaya without question? Remember that wish? Yeah what if THAT happened hahah

Anyway, I thinks it's best if I just show you how that'd play out (Warning, the angst is STRONG in this one):

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"That's right, now hold still my dear, this will feel just like waking up from a pleasant dream." The king said as he lifted up her "wish" to grant it.

Asha felt herself frozen in fear, she wanted to speak up, but the fear of what could happen to her if she did outweighed her her strength to fight back.

She could only watch as the bubble popped and became a swirl of green magic enveloping all around her. Asha felt herself change, and not only because her clothes began to magically morph into a beautiful dress... She felt herself change from the inside out, starting with her mind.

Her desire to run away was muffled by a new desire to stay still as the king asked her to. But Asha knew she had to fight back because- Why did she have to fight back? This is what she wanted, to fit in and make people happy, now she finally could, thanks to Magnifico- Asha heard a voice that sounded like her's fill up her mind, popping any idea of resistance like bubbles- Why resist at all? It's easier to give up- She couldn't give up, she couldn't lose herself- But she doesn't even know who she is, and everyone tells her she's like a princess anyway, don't they? Her saba used to say so, her friends, even Aster said she's beautiful like a princess-... Why isn't he here?

She felt her eyes welling up with tears, realizing how helpless and alone she was. Asha knew she couldn't hold on to her consciousness for much longer, as the king's magic promised to make all her pain go away, leaving only bliss, her own freewill was fading away. But even then, a little bit of her is still fighting, tightly clinging onto the last semblance of thought she has left... Before it suddenly slips, and everything is gone… She is gone.

... She did feel like she woke up from a dream, the king was right, as he always is.

The magic that was surrounding her disappears, fully absorbed into Asha's very being. She's now fully transformed, wearing a princess gown, her hair braided and pulled up into a bun that resembled a rose.

... A single tear ran down her left eye, but the cheering crowd couldn't see it. All they saw was her smile, a blissful, carefree smile plastered on her face.

...

Aster ran back to the plaza as fast as he could. But once the star arrived there... Asha was gone, and so were the royals. The people were walking around commenting about what just happened... He heard people mumbling about how kind the king and queen were for adopting an orphan girl to be their princess...

All it took was one moment, one moment of distraction, one moment that Aster turned away from her... And he lost her... But they wouldn't give up, never, as long as he's on this earth, he will grant her wish, her true wish, no matter the cost.

The star didn't even think twice, revealing his true form in front of everyone, and flying off to the castle to look for Asha.

He looked through all the windows, all the many rooms of the castle, until he stumbles upon a room on the west wing tower, and in there, sleeping peacefully on a comfortable bed, he saw-

"ASHA!" The star screamed, using his magic to unlock the window, he got in and quickly shook her to wake her up "Come on! We gotta get you outta here!"

The princess rose up from the bed, gracefully stretching her arms as she did so, blinking her now unfocused eyes, that if you look closely you could see a small and faint green light sparkling in the center of her pupils.

She smiled at the star as if they were paying her a visit "Greetings Aster, so wonderful to see you-"

Aster grabbed her by the shoulders and just shook her back and forth "SNAP OUT OF IT! This isn't you! You're stronger than his magic, I know you are! You can fight it! Come on, Asha, look at me!" Aster gently places a hand under her chin to make her look at him in the eyes, he can't see her spark anymore... But he still reaches out to her "You wished upon me because you wanted to SAVE Rosas from them, remember? That's the whole reason I'm here, to help you." they give her a bittersweet smile, even though he's filled with sadness.

The girl giggled, in any other context it would be an adorable sound... But it just filled Aster with dread, seeing how his words weren't getting through to her at all. But nothing could've prepared Aster to what she said next "... Then where were you when I needed?"

... Those words pierced through him like a dagger, the star was speechless, now just staring at her, filled with sorow

"Indeed, where were you?"

Aster froze upon hearing the king's voice coming from the other side of the room. He turned around to see both Magnifico and Amaya sitting on comfortable chair next to a table with tea, if Aster could smell he would've probably felt the sent earlier.

"You took so long we were starting to wonder if you just flew back to the sky" Amaya said before sipping on her tea cup

Aster tried to escape through the window, but before he could reach it, he was trapped by the king's magic.

Magnifico and Amaya laughed as the star struggled with all his might to free himself from the king's magic, to which the king just jeered "I suppose a princess was of use to us after all, serving as bait to catch you, little prince"

And just like that, Aster is all alone at the villains mercy.

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I tricked yall with a false sense of security starting with two wholesome AUs only to then drop the most heart crushing stuff I've written in a WHILE.

Also thank you @gracebeth3604 for inspiring me to write that scene of Asha losing her conscience as the spell took hold of her, when you helped me write that nightmare sequence in chapter 8... So yall can blame Grace for this /j

Aster Turns Himself Into A Blackhole

What a title huh? Anyway, I've said plenty of times how Aster is very inspired by Rapunzel, so I wondered, what if that "Wither and decay" song from the Tangled series affected Aster the same way that it affected Rapunzel?

I didn't quite explore much Aster's frustration with the fact he couldn't hurt the king and queen the same way they hurt Asha, that's kind of a more internal frustration he doesn't show much, but it proves how human Aster is, to the point that he feels human emotions such as vengeance

But as we say here in Brazil: "Revenge is never complete, it kills the soul and poisons it."

So... Let's see if Aster choose a darker path, after he thought that he lost Asha for good in the climax.

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Aster was chained to the floor, all he could do was watch in horror the king drop Asha and all their friends off the tower.

... She was gone...

Just like that, Aster couldn't keep her safe, like he promised he would.

Without her, Aster felt his world growing dark, his own light was fading away. There was no hope for him, no hope for Rosas, no hope of granting her wish... So... Aster had nothing... So he had nothing left to lose.

... The star remembered once listening to a song, a song that stars sing when they're at the very end of their long, LOOOOONG lives. After all, everything must come to an end. The lyrics of this song were actually an incantation, a spell of death that allowed a star to snuff their own light away, turning themselves into... Something else... Something a lot more destructive.

The stars always warned him to NEVER sing that melody. And fly away as fast as he could if he ever heard some other star singing it... Aster never knew fully why, all they said was that the song would make him dangerous...

Well then... That was just what Aster wanted to be right now.

Suddenly, Aster felt the touch of the queen's hand, snapping them out of their thoughts. She lifted his scowling face, to give him a snark comment before they began to drain away his power "What's with the grimace, my dear? Is there something you wish to say?"

And so... The star began to sing.

"🎶... Wither and decay...🎶" Aster's voice was haunting, not at all as warm and lively as it always was when he sang... This was different.

Magnifico was previously looking down on his people, but the sound of those lyrics made the king turn around in cold sweat... He knew that spell.

"🎶...End this destiny...🎶" Aster continued to sing, his eyes were closed, and his face began to contort with discomfort. The star felt himself... Change.

The queen just raised an eyebrow and mocked "What's this? Trying to put us to sleep with a lullaby? hahaha *cough cough* haha" She didn't seem to pay much mind to her own coughing

The king minded it a lot though. He could see the roses on Amaya's hair begin to wither rapidly.

Magnifico's voice was trembling as he ran to his wife "A- Amaya-"

"🎶...Break these earthly chains...🎶" Aster opened his eyes... They were completely dark.

The queen's blood ran cold "wh-what ON EARTH-" she feels herself being pulled away from the star by her husband.

"ENOUGH! I ORDER YOU TO STOP!" The king commands, using his magic to cover Aster's mouth with glowing vines similar to the ones holding him down... But the star... Or rather, whatever Aster is becoming, is not weak to forbidden magic.

Aster breaks free from Magnifico's magic, leaving the two royals mortified.

"🎶…And set the spirit free…🎶" Aster didn't even react to the fact he was free, in fact, they didn't seem to notice the world around him at all, lost in their despair, all they could do was sing, floating above the ground. Tears kept running down his now inky black eyes.

Their hair changes from a yellow and lively flame to a dark and slowly shifting shadow. The star dust flowing out of their cape disappears, now his cape hides only dark nothingness under it. The light coming from the brooch bellow his neck now resembles a vortex... A blackhole.

"Magnus... I thought you said this thing was harmless" The queen is clinging to her king, she begins to feel... Strangely lightheaded, like she’s about to pass out.

"I- I didn't think the star would do this- *cough!*" The king feels a pain in his chest, his legs growing weaker. He stumbles forward "We- we must leave NOW"

But Aster had other plans for them, the former star finally moved. In the blink of an eye the king and him were face to face. With one swift motion Aster took the king's staff and threw it away from the edge of the tower.

The royals were shaking in fear, the entity was towering over them, dark inky tears still flooding his expressionless face.

As a last resort, Magnus desperately tries to reason with them "He-hehe now now Aster, let's talk about this, alright? You wouldn't actually want to-"

"🎶Take what has been hurt🎶" The haunting melody continues.

The king and queen kneeled down. They felt weaker by the second, the queen was whimpering and the king was gasping for air. It was becoming hard to breathe, hard to move, hard to think. They were both holding on to each other, even though they could barely hold on to their own lives.

"🎶Grant them no mercy🎶" Aster was looming over the two mortals, staring at them as they withered away. Aster felt himself grow stronger, for he was slowly but surely absorbing their very life essence... The corners of his mouth started to lift up slightly.

The two villains collapsed on the ground, shaking and wincing in pain.

"🎶Bend and break the reigns🎶" He was previously emotionless, but now, seeing them like this, Aster is consumed by a feeling he never thought he could feel before... It was ruthlessness. He was enjoying seeing the life drain away from them, the same way they wanted to drain his life away before... In a way, Aster understands them now.

The power to take was really different from the power to give... But if felt just as good, if not better.

"🎶And set the spirit free... The spirit free~...🎶" Aster finishes the lyrics, looking at the two lifeless bodies below him with twisted glee.

... Asha arrived at the top of the tower, as she never actually died, she managed to save herself and her friends with her magic pencil, and with it, she made her way back to Aster, hopeful that she could save him in an nick of time

"Aster! I'm here! Are you o-" She felt her heart stop, her whole body frozen in place when she saw the corpses of the two royals laying down... Beneath a floating figure that looks like Aster... But she knows that's not him "What... What have you done?" Asha takes a few steps back

He doesn't seem at all surprised to see her alive and well, simply tilting his head to the side as he floats towards her "What I had to. I mean, that's what you wished for, right? To defeat them." The creature spoke calmly, but with a twisted smile spread across their features.

"No-not like THIS!" She was trembling, seeing her own reflection on the dark pools that he now has for eyes "A-Aster please, this isn't funny, turn back to normal, NOW"

"Hmmmmm I don't think I can" They shrug, while drying the tears that were previously falling from his eyes "And even if I could, why should I? When like this, I can actually keep you safe"

"... Keep me safe from what?" She felt tears welling up on the corner of her eyes, Aster couldn't really be gone, right?

He embraced her, but it wasn't the same warm and secure embrace Asha fell in love with... He was holding her tightly, not letting her run away.

"From anyone who tries to keep us apart, of course." The blackhole whispered lovingly, but that gave Asha no comfort, it only cemented her fear, sending chills down her spine "And as long as your wish doesn't come true... As long as aaaaall those people down there aren't free... I'll be able to stay here... Loving you... Forever." They sound more and more deranged with every word.

Asha felt trapped, in the arms of the one she once loved.

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I bet ya'll weren't expecting evil Aster... Welp! Evil Aster is a thing now.

This is probably the darkest thing I’ve ever wrote for real, don’t let me do this again yall

@uva124 actually sneaked a little drawing of this Aster in one of her sketches here

So yeah! These were the alternate AUs! Two wholesome ones, and two very heavy with no comfort ones, perfectly balanced as all things should be.

Hope you guys forgive me after this hahaha see you guys next time! Bye!

Thank you for reading!

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Show Me Yours | Matty Healy [32]

chapter thirty-two, act four: somebody else

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little Author's note /TW before this act begins. There's going to be alot of talk of drug use and addiction within the chapters coming, if you're not comfortable with these kinds of things please don't read.

October 18th 2016

Adam smiles to himself, watching the huge grin on Tommie’s face as she and her grandfather walk ahead discussing the newest Star Wars movie that’s coming out.

Their nan is beside him, they walk in silence back to the tour bus. Adam looks between his grandparents a few times trying to think of the best way to say what’s come to his mind.

Maggie sighs and looks at him in the corner of her eye, “What Adam?”

“Hmm?”

She raises one of her dark eyebrows, “Tell me what you’re trying to tell me.”

“Why are you guys actually going home?” He asks.

Adam’s not stupid, despite having a lot of the same characteristics one thing he inherited from their maternal grandparents was his observation skills. Whereas Tommie inherited her paternal grandparents' naivety. 

Maggie sighs watching as Tommie skips ahead with Button, Thomas watching on with that proud fatherly look he saves for only her.

“It’s come back.”

Adam pauses, he stares at her, for too long and she nods slowly, “Doctors gave him a year.”

“It’s back?”

She nods, “He wanted to come see you one last time.”

Adams shakes his head, “We- we can stop the tour, I mean, we have money now, nan, we can pay for the best treatments, get him private-”

Maggie shakes her head, “You know he won;t let you do that-”

“What about Tommie?” He asks, “This will break her.”

Maggie keeps quiet, looking forward and Adam shakes his head, “Nan…”

“We’re not telling her-”

“You have to.”

“I want to.” She says honestly, “I want to give her the chance to say goodbye, the chance to be with him, she didn’t have that with her mother. I don’t want to keep another thing away from her.”

“But he won’t?”

She nods slowly, “He refuses to.”

“He was never able to hurt Tommie.”

“Hurt her? This will kill her.”

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Phoebe’s dyed eyebrow is raised higher than usual as Tommie sighs blissfully and wraps her in a hug.

“Uh, you okay?”

“This has been the best day ever.” She grins, bending down to twirl Max around and kiss his little head, “Went for ice cream with nan, Granch and Ads, had a Star Wars marathon, drank a shit ton of dr pepper, ate pizza and even watched all the prequels.”

Phoebe smiles, “We still going to that party?”

She nods quickly, “Oh, fuck, I forgot.”

Phoebe shakes her head in an adoring way as she laughs, “Of course you did.”

“I don’t have anything to wear.”

“Raid my closet, I’m planning on wearing the black dress laid out on the bed so don’t have that.”

“Thanks,” She kisses her cheeks as she passes through her kitchen, “Life saver, love you.”

Phoebe hums, shoving some crackers into her mouth as she shares with the two dogs.

“Is Caleb picking you up from here?”

“Um, think I’m meeting him there, can I catch a lift with you?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Tommie settles on a long white and green summer dress that’s been folded and pushed to the back of the American’s wardrobe.

When she steps out, hair let down from the half up hair do it had been in and her docs on Phoebe makes several comments on how good she looks and how lucky Caleb is to have her that causes a blush to rise up her cheeks.

“I forgot I had that dress, you can keep it?”

“Really? I love it.”

Phoebe hums, “Thrifted it when I was in high school, I wore it to a wedding.”

“White to a wedding?”

“It was an aunt who was mean to my mom once.”

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Caleb smiles leaning in for a quick kiss, “Hey, babe, took your time.”

“You having fun?”

He nods, “Get yourself a drink, I’m going to go talk with some friends, catch up with you in a bit.”

Many drinks later, when Phoebe had decided to call it a night and half the party goers had left Caleb was still in some corner with some guys and Tommies sat nursing a double vodka-red bull on a sofa alone.

The sofa dips beside her, a pair of feels landing on the coffee table where her doc martens rest.

“You look as bored as I feel.”

Tommie’s eyes drag up a pair of tanned legs, up a pretty silver dress and land on a mop of dark curly hair.

Her eyes shine brightly as she smiles, assessing Tommie in the same way, “I’m Roxanne.”

Tommie’s mouth opens a few times until she clears her throat and shifts so she’s sitting upright, “Tommie.”

“Nice to meet you, Tommie.”

“Yeah, you too.”

She smiles, pretty teeth revealed once more and Tommie swallows thickly as she watches her lift a fruity drink to her lips.

“Nice night, huh?”

“Beautiful.”

“You look like the moon.” Tommie winces, shaking her head but Roxanna laughs and she internally groans, or moans, she can’t exactly describe the feeling in herself right now. But she does it because even the woman’s laugh is beautiful.

“Thank you. You look like a star.”

Tommie grins at that, she hates the sun, it burns, it’s too warm and she hates when it gets in her eyes.

Stars are beautiful, not always seen but always there.

“Do you want another drink?”

“I’m okay, thank you, but I can get you one… if you want?”

“I’m good, still got this one.”

“What do you do?” Tommie finds herself asking.

Her heels click as she drops them back to the floor, she shifts and pushes herself back into the sofa, “I own a clothing line.”

“That’s cool.”

She nods, “Yeah, it was my mother and I’s dream to design clothes when I was a kid.”

“You get into it together?”

She hums, “I draw she sews. We make a good team. What about you?”

“I play guitar,” She says, “I’m in a band… I write sometimes too.”

“With your mom?”

“Uh, no, no… my childhood mates.”

They talk for a bit longer… until early hours of the morning, tucked away in the lounge away from the party.

She learns she’s from San Diego, and moved to LA when she was twenty-one a couple years ago. The business took off and they went from a t-shirt company, to a clothing brand partnering with all different celebrities here in LA.

Roxanne’s silver ringed fingers brush hair from Tommie’s face to see her better, she’s just made a comment on how the guys in the music industry in LA rival the childishness of frat boys and Tommie’s drunken mind had found it incredibly funny. Head tilted back on the sofa as she gasps for breath.

Roxanne smiles again and lets her hand rest against her collar bone for a few seconds.

Tommie goes quiet when the fluttering in her stomach is revealed not to be the alcohol like she’d assumed but a swarm of butterflies.

She wets her lips and her eyes soften as Roxanne goes on to tell a story about a guy she hooked up with who was a bassist and gave horrible head. Tommie’s about to butt in with a story of her own when they’re interrupted.

“Hey, Babe.”

Roxanne smiles as she stands, long slender arms wrapping around an equally as beautiful man, “Hey, honey.”

Tommie’s smile slowly fades as she watches them get off for two minutes too long.

Roxanne pulls back and looks down at her, “This is Tommie.”

“Hi.”

“Hey, nice to meet you.”

He turns back to Roxanne and she sends an apologetic look over his shoulder to the younger girl, “Ready to leave? I’m exhausted.”

She nods, leaning beside Tommie to grab her purse, her hand brushes against the skin of Tommie’s thigh exposed by the slit in the dress.

Tommie’s face flushes at how quick warmth spreads between her legs and she gulps as she clenches her thighs together.

“Hopefully I’ll see you around again?”

She nods, “Hopefully.”

Caleb passes by them, exchanging friendly words with Roxanne’s boyfriend who he seems to know, he leans down to kiss her lips, “Making new friends?”

“Yeah… yeah, new friends.”

“Ready to go?”

His hands land on her waist and she finally drags her eyes away from the silver dress to his, he leans forward to kiss her deeply and she finds herself pulling away, “I’m too drunk to do anything tonight.”

He nods, “You don’t need an excuse, babe, if you’re not up for it just tell me.”

She nods, “I want to, I’m just drunk and don’t want to spew on your dick.”

He laughs with a nod, “Okay.”

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Because this chapter is so short here's a sneak peak of the next one

“One minute.”

“Tom…”

“One minutes to explain or I start hurting people-”

Adam sighs, “Tommie, just wait until Matty’s better-”

“What the fuck is going on!”

“He OD’d.”

Adam and Ross’ heads snap towards George who shrinks back into his seat slowly.

They’d kept it a secret. The three of them. For four fucking years. 

Then George had to open his big gob at the wrong moment.

“George!”

“What?”

“It’s about time she knows!” George defends himself. “I’m tired of keeping this secret if he’s going to be doing this to himself again.”

“Again?”

She pauses, looking around the three of them, “What do you mean aga- again? What do you mean George?”

He stays silent, eyes looking down, “George? G, what do you mean again? Again? Again what? Another OD? This happened before? Again? A-Again? Ads? Again? Ross..? What does again mean?”

She steps back, brows furrowed, breathing uneven as she looks between them all.

Adam stands slowly from the settee, hands outstretched, “Tommie…”

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CrHappy New Year - Part 2 Part 1 is -> here

Soon it went dark and the party started with dinner. They didn't turn the lights on and went with candlelight to not draw any uneccessary attention on the winery. And Vlad is still wondering why Jeb is dressed like this... That's so not his style - at all...

Saiwa held a little speech about how happy they can be that they are all together again - and healthy. And that they finally found a home. And about their plans for next year. Doing anything to get Kiyoshi's absent mind out of tree mode. Get that device build by Rubyn that will be able to teleport them between their home in the Otherworld and the Muggle World. Making their crappy home a happy home. Staying together. And help other creatures where they can, now that Ji Ho and Vlad finally said 'yes' to each other and their Bond.

And then they ran around a bit because they can't stay sit even if their life depended on it... *sigh* But they all agreed how amazing Jack's Ice Wine was.

Jack: "I love you, pal." Vlad: "I know, pal."

I first thought Vlad would go over and sit with Ji Ho but he went to sit with Kiyoshi and showed him how to use this strange thing in his hand. Vlad: "That's a glass. Put it to your mouth and drink. Don't forget to spread your little finger... Exactly. Well done!"

Hahaha Ji Ho and Jack ^^'

No matter how hard the times were Jack had because of Kiyoshi, it hurts him to see Kiyoshi so lost and helpless.

After Dinner they went upstairs. Jeb and Ji Ho were chatting about Ji Ho's progress on his Siren's Songs. Other Jeb had insisted in his message that Ji Ho should continue working on them. So it must be important.

Ji Ho: "I started working on them while I was living with Genji. I'm getting better and it sounds quite good but I still struggle to influence things and persons, like my grandfather did, you know?" Jeb: "Let's hear anyway?"

Ji Ho: "Uhm... ok ^^' So I found out it's not really about composing a new song but to get into the right mindset and use a certain tone and voice." And then Ji Ho started to sing a song they all knew very well. The Misty Mountains Song from The Hobbit:

'Far over the misty mountains cold to dungeons deep and caverns old We must away, ere break of day to claim our long-forgotten gold Goblets they carved there for themselves and harps of gold, where no man delves There lay they long, and many a song was sung unheard by men or elves The pines were roaring on the heights the winds was moaning in the night The fire was red, it flaming spread the trees like torches blazed with light The bells were ringing in the dale and men looked up with faces pale The dragon's ire, more fierce than fire laid low their towers and houses frail'

And even though Jack was not in his wolf, his hair on his neck stood to an end. Something felt strange. And his sensible nose cought the scent of ozone. But the song was so beautifully sung.

None of them could stop themselves from humming along with Ji Ho, just like the dwarves did with Thorin in 'The Hobbit'. And then it happened. Six little lights appeared and danced around them. It was just like magic. (In fact it actually was magic ^^')

So Ji Ho was able to influence with his voice. But it seems just his friends and just when they're all together. They'll yet have to figure what to do with this new trait.

A little while later a werewolf ran along.

Just to make sure his son and his friends are safe ;)

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A Darling among Dragons- Part Two

Warning- incest, sexual references, swearing.

‘Aegon…Aegon wake up’ his name was whispered harshly

He grunted and rolled away from the abrasive noise towards the middle of the bed. But that was Raenerys’ voice and it came from his left, but she had slept on the right side of the bed. Aegon’s eyes fluttered open to see his sister standing over him on the left side of the bed. Fumbling to put her robe on she looked at him wide eyed before shooting her gaze to the other side of the bed.

He copied her and moved his line of sight. He wished he hadn’t though when he saw his mother stood at the other side of the bed. Her face was like thunder. Alicent was clothed in her usually heavy green dress with her hair pinned up like a true southern lady. Aegon closed his eyes in regret, he had overslept. He was due to leave at least 3 hours ago before any of his sister’s hand maidens entered to start their morning routine.

‘Get up’ his mother moved around the bed and yanked the sheets off of him.

Alicents eyes widened in shock when she saw how her son was completely naked in her daughters’ bed. Almost immediately her eyes shot to her youngest child. Raenerys didn’t have a chance to get her defence out before she was struck across the face. Alicents hand had forced her face to the side, cheek already becoming rosy from the contact. Aegon sat up slightly. He hated her, he wanted to grab her and throw her through the window of the red keep, to watch her fall and crumble against the floor.

But he couldn’t, if he were to jump up now to his darling sisters defence, she would more than just slap him. So he just sat there and shamefully watched his love hold her face as her eyes watered.

‘Go and dress yourself, your father has demanded to see you both’ Alicent spat at him.

Roughly she grabbed Raenerys and began undressing her, forcing the girl out of her sleep dress and into the days linens.

‘Mother I swear to you we did not, I am still a maid’ Raenerys cried gently, before raising her arms into her under dress, covering her modesty.

‘Well the young maid who came to poor you morning sink did not seem to think you were when she went running to you Grandfather the hand! Aegon get up!’

Aegon grumbled as he sat up, legs hanging over the edge of the bed while he watched his beauty of a sister being forced into yet another underskirt, her eyes glazed over and her left cheek tinted red.

‘We did not fuck each other if that is what Father is concerned about, he can come and check the sheets for himself if it pleases him’ he mumbled as he pushed himself off of the bed.

He walked, stark naked, past him mother and sister to where his clothes had been folded and placed on the table that sat in the centre of the room.

‘You are both betrothed to you brother and sister, tell me is it your intentions to humiliate this family?!’ Alicent yelled at her son as he pulled clothes on.

‘Then do not wed me to her! Wed me to Raenerys! Give us both a small amount of happiness instead of a miserable marriage to go with this miserable life!’ he argued back.

Raenerys stood silent, shocked that he had actually just yelled at their mother. Alicents chest heaved, and she took a deep breath, something in her eyes that Aegon could not put his finger on, before continuing to dress her daughter.

‘Haelena is the eldest of your sisters, it is her birth right to be wedded to you my eldest son’ she said as calmly as she could, watching her hands tighten the corset she had chosen for her daughter.

Aegon rolled his eyes a little at the look of I told you so that he received from his sister.

‘Mother I have no wish to sit the iron throne… Haelena has no-‘

‘Ser Criston’ she yelled interrupting him.

The dark haired knight entered the room at the Queens request. Aegon just stood looking at is mother hoping that his father would see more sense.

‘Ser Criston please escort my son to his chambers so that he can properly dress himself and then see that he makes it to the throne room for an audience with his father’

‘Yes your Grace… my prince’ Ser Criston said ever so politely, gesturing his hand for the prince to exit the room first.

Aegon and Raenerys shared a longing look before he was ushered out of the room, leaving her to be forcefully dress by her mother

Aegon, Haelena, Aemond and Raenerys all stood at the bottom of the steps that led to the iron throne. Their father, King Viserys, was seated upon the unforgiving seat, green with sickness and visibly sweating’. Aegon stood staring off at the stone walls, wanting to be anywhere but here, whereas Raenerys stood with her head hung in shame. She had received a belittling lecture off her lady mother about how no one, not even her brother betrothed, would want her if she continued acting like a whore. She wanted the floor to eat her up. Both her elder sister and betrothed gave her sympathetic looks. They understood how she felt for Aegon, how he felt for her and their yearning for each other, but there was nothing they could do for them. They were all born to do their duty to the realm and the throne.

‘My children, why do you disobey me so?’ Viserys asked weakly.

He received no answer from any of them as he moved his gaze to each of his children.

‘You disappoint me, Aegon my son… you have known you were to wed Haelena since you were six yet here you are, still trying to corrupt your youngest sister with your filth’

Aegon swallowed hard, used to stopping himself becoming upset at his fathers’ cruel words. Was he corrupting her? Was he the problem? No, he knew she loved him, she had told him so herself. But what if she was lying? Was she making a fool of him? Purposely getting them caught so he would be ridiculed by their parents.

His intrusive thoughts were quickly shunned when Raenerys jumped to his defence.

‘No!’ she yelled, lifting her head to look their king in his tired eyes.

‘Watch your tongue’ The hand, Otto Hightower yelled at his granddaughter.

‘Let her speak, come my sweet daughter’ Viserys waved her to him.

Grabbing the skirt of her silk emerald dress, Raenerys elegantly climbed the stairs and knelt in front of her father. She took his hands in hers and put on her best innocent look, eyes wide and glazed. Aegon fought hard to fight the smirk at the act his sister was putting on, the one she always put on when she wanted something.

‘Father, Aegon has not corrupted me with any filth. He has been nothing but loving to me. I swear on the mother that I have not lain with my sweet brother, he only occupies my bed to bring each of us comfort’ She said as sweetly as the lemon cakes she enjoyed so much.

Alicent rolled her eyes at the obvious deception her daughter was feeding her husband, who would absolutely fall for it.

‘We both understand that we must do our duty to our family, to you and the realm. All we ask is that you allow us to do so together, to allow us to follow our hearts and have a happy marriage with one another so that our duties may come easier to us’ Raenerys pleaded to her father.

Before she could receive the answer that she was so longing for, she received one from her lord hand grandsire.

‘Aegon is the king’s eldest son, it is his duty to wed his eldest sister as it has been stated since she was born!’ Otto announced for the king.

‘Father, as your children we were born from the blood of the dragon, Aegon and I were meant to burn together, to keep one another flourishing and bright. Please father I beg of you, do not make us face this world as merely a smoulder’ Raenerys begged, completely disregarding the hands statement.

Aegon’s chest filled with hope and a sense of pride as he watched the woman he loved fight so forcefully for him. He was going to be able to wed her, the one he actually loved, he just knew it. He caught the concerned look his mother shot to her father, the hand, but he did not care. Nothing they could say could beat that performance.

‘Viserys’ Alicent spoke in order to catch her husband’s attention.

The look they shared crushed everything, Raenerys’ heart, Aegon’s resolve and the hope Haelena held for not having to suffer through her elder brother for the rest of her life.

‘My darling I am sorry but my decision stands for you to betroth your brother Aemond. I am sure you will come to love you betrothed more than you ever thought possible, as I did with your mother’ The king lied to her face, Raenerys slowly slid her hands from her fathers.

‘The arrangements have already begun for Aegon’s wedding to his sister, it will take place in less than a moon from now you grace’ The hand informed him.

‘Excellent, a joyous occasion it will be. You may leave, I would request that Raenerys escort me back to my chambers?’ Viserys dismissed them all.

Raenerys had made her may to her feet and taken a few disappointed steps away from the throne. Nodding her head in agreement to her father’s request, she watched as Aegon instantly stormed from the throne room. She would go in search of him after.

‘My sweet child, I know I have disappointed you, but I have done you a kindness, Aegon would not be a fit match for someone as gentle as you’ Viserys began once they had exited the large room and began towards his personal quarters.

‘My king I do not wish to offend you, but you are wrong. Aegon is not so harsh when he is with me. That is naught but anger and fear that he projects in his outer exterior’ She states sadly, helping his frail figure down the small set of steps with his arm linked through hers and hand gripping her forearm.

Maids and knights both stepped aside as the king and his princess walked the halls of the red keep. His weak body not standing as tall as it once had. Raenerys’ dress swept along the floor as she all but floated past the staff.

‘All of my children have been given a wonderful opportunity at life, yet he prefers to drink his way through it and…well I shall not talk of his other activities with you my daughter’ The king made out before falling into a fit of coughs.

Raenerys stopped and placed her hand on her father’s shoulder, to stabilise him before through his moment. The head of his kings guard also stepped forward to ensure his safety in this moment of weakness.

‘He makes many bad decisions I will not argue that, but he has no opportunities to make good one’s father, he is so beaten down and shamed that he hides in himself. When he is in my presence it is like he is a different person, he is… happy and thoughtful’ she continued once they started walking again.

‘Shamed by what my child? The boy is a prince of the seven kingdoms, he is a son of the king and a Targaryen’

Raenerys looked over her father’s face unsure of whether to confess this truth that he clearly had no idea of.

‘Mother can be cruel to him, she… belittles him and shows him no compassion. She often treats Aegon as though he is just a title…Grandfather is the same’ She admitted sadly, choosing her brothers health and happiness over avoiding consequences.

They had reached Viserys bedchambers and Raenerys helped her father in and settled him into his chair. His old bones ached cracked as he lowered himself into the seat and got himself comfortable. His daughter was tucking a blanket over him to keep him warm when he saw it again. That glimpse of her that he caught every now and then. He knew it was impossible, the girl was not her daughter, but the resemblance was there. Perhaps it was just her big heart that caused him to see his Aemma or the way her eyes were the same shade as Rhaenyra’s.

‘I am sorry my child, I do hope you can forgive me’ he said gently, placing his hand on her cheek.

She had been defeated; he could not allow them to marry. There was no point her arguing anymore, it had been a while since her grandfather had started ruling her father’s kingdom and family. With a small nod and a sad smile Raenerys ensured her father was comfortable before taking her leave and finding herself making her way to the royal gardens.

She needed a moment to herself, to mourn before going and comforting Aegon. She had so hoped that this day would be a joyous filled one, one of love and happiness. But it was not to be, she was to wed a man that she did not love, to carry his children and watch as another did the same for the one she wanted. They had spoken about this for so long, they had both been so certain that their father would agree. He had nothing to lose in changing the plans, Aegon was not his heir.

Those long nights where they would lie in her bed talking about how big their wedding feast would be, what they would name their children and how they would have a castle with big gardens for those children to run around in. That all meant nothing now. She would not get to feed him lemon cakes and tarts at their wedding, she would not get to use those names nor chase their children through rows of flowers and trees.

Raenerys had not realised how long she had been sat on the wall of the great fountain that sat at the centre of the gardens. That was until her peace was interrupted by another presence.

‘Our brother has people looking for you’ Aemond announced himself, appearing between to beautifully trimmed pine trees.

He stood tall, hands connected behind his back as he looked at her, that smug smirk adorning his face as usual. He was handsome she could not lie, his long silk hair a beautiful comparison to Aegon’s short, matted locks but that just made her heart ache more. Raenerys would rather spend every second of the rest of her life coming through that tattered mess, so long as she was with him it did not matter.

‘Does the notion of us being wed really cause such sadness?’ Aemond asked empathetically, watching as his younger sister dried the few trails of tears that had stained her cheeks.

‘It is not the concept of spending my days with you that is causing me this woe, it is the idea of not spending them with him’ she sniffled.

Aemond walked over to her and joined her on the wall of the fountain, seating himself next to her. He took her hand in his, enveloping it completely. His skin was a welcomed source of heat, not having noticed the chill that had taken over her body.

‘This is the same Aegon we’re talking about? The one that once hid a worm in your breakfast?’ Aemond smiled as his sister began to giggle through her tears at the memory.

‘He laughed so much he fell off his chair when I squealed’ she smiled happily as she remembered him at his happiest.

Aemond gave her hand a comforting squeeze as he looked into her sad eyes, he could see it. The love she held for their brother was true, always seeing the good in him and looking past any slight he may have done her.

‘I know he can be an acquired taste to many people but to me he is the sweetest of fruits and he is going to be wasted on someone that will never love him as much as I can’ she sniffled as her eyes welled up again.

‘Haelena has no objection to the exchange, but she has no hatred towards our brother, she will do her duty to him and be a good wife, as I hope you will be for me’

‘I know but me and Aegon are supposed to be together it’s like… whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same’ Raenerys whimpered while resting her head onto her brothers shoulder.

Aemond hated seeing her so beaten down, she was his baby sister. Her entire life he had bene looking after her, making sure nothing could cause her grief. He wanted nothing more than to make her pain disappear but even he would not be able to sway their mother or father on the matter.

He knew there was one way that he could appease her suffering, it could go one of two ways.

A happy life for all four of them.

Or treason.

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[sebstan2020]

Red Ties

Chapter 13

Mary, a sweet Christian girl living in the city of Brooklyn as a nurse had a simple life. She loved her work, her friends and attending church every Sunday and helping Reverend McCarthy. Her life was nothing out of the ordinary. However, it all changed one day when she bumps into the intriguing and intimidating James Barnes, Brooklyn’s notorious mafia boss and is introduced to a world of guns, lust and dominance.

Warnings: BDSM, Dom/Sub, Mafia, Violence, Gang, SMUT, Sex, Possessive Bucky, Overprotectiveness, Bondage, Sexual Themes, Dark Themes, Guns, Drugs, Gang Violence

“So what time shall I come over tonight?” Mary asked Peter in the nurse's office. 

“Shall we say six, we can order pizza from that new place a few blocks down” he smiled. 

“Sure” she nodded, looking back down at her notes. There was a silence for a few seconds before Peter spoke, his voice slightly uneasy. 

“So how was your date with that guy” he asked and Mary felt her cheeks heat. Any thought of James made her warm and fuzzy and she looked up, shyly pushing back a piece of her hair behind her ear. 

“Yeah it was nice thank you, we just sat and talked really, he took me to his house,” she said. 

“Oh really… does he have a nice place” he asked. 

“Yeah… it's actually a mansion” she said softly and Peter’s eyes widened.

“Wow… he’s certainly a rich guy then if he can afford a mansion in this city” It was true, some of the mansions were at least a couple billion. 

“Well he was actually left it by his grandfather when he passed” Mary clarified but that didn’t mean Peter was wrong. 

“Oh okay,” he shrugged. 

Mary was about to say something when a pair of hands came crashing down onto her shoulders, spinning her around in her chair. 

“You have some explaining to do” Anya gave her a pointed look and Mary furrowed her brows. 

“What!” She exclaimed. 

“How could you not tell me you were meeting Mr Sexy again… here I am oblivious to your second date” she huffed and Mary huffed, a slight grin on her face. 

“I was going to tell you but I couldn’t find you and I haven’t seen you since” she explained and Anya hummed, crossing her arms tightly across her chest. 

“Yeah, come on spill the beans” She wasn’t going to let Mary get on until she had all the details. Peter stood next to them, focusing on his work but the squeals and claps from Anya were too distracting for him not to listen in and he kept quiet. By the end Anya was jumping up and down like a little kid, squealing at the top of her lungs and stamping her feet. Mary almost looked at her crazy, her eyes wide and an awkward grin. 

“Oh my god, this is the most perfect love story ever, when are you next seeing him?” She asked.

“Tomorrow, he wants me to stay round” Mary said softly and Anya squealed again. 

“Jesus Anya” Peter groaned and Anya glared at him. 

“Oh my god, my girl going to lose her V card” she teased and Mary groaned loudly. 

“Shut up, you know I’m waiting until marriage”. Growing up in a Christian household and school had influenced her, her whole life and waiting until marriage was something she wasn’t going to go back on. She wanted to have that moment with the person she loved the most and wasn’t going to give in to others just to please them. Her faith was important to her and she wanted to do right. 

“I know I know, but you never knowwww” Anya teased, dragging out the word long enough for Peter to get annoyed and he walked out, shaking his head with a grumble. 

“Christ, what’s up with him?” Anya commented and Mary kicked her shin, raising her brows. 

“Language… and probably you being so annoying” she smirked, twirling in her seat back to her work. 

“I’m not annoying… I’m entertaining” The girls erupted in giggles and Mary battered her away. 

“Stop, I need to get my work done, you’re so distracting,” she said with a pointed look. 

“Urg, fine… I’ll see you later” she waved, shuffling out of the nurse's office and Mary sighed, attending to her work again. But just as she was about to, her phone buzzed and she immediately picked it up. 

I hope you're well-rested

Mary grinned, biting her lower lip and replied immediately. 

I am thank you, I hope you got some sleep too considering how busy you always are

I did, although I could have slept better with you 

Mary stared at her phone, biting onto her finger as she felt her body warming up, her thighs tingling.

You only have to wait one more day

One day is too long, I’m an impatient man 

I can tell 

What are you up to today? 

I’m working until the evening and then helping my friend Peter with his apartment. Tomorrow I’m going to church in the morning so I can come in the afternoon?

The afternoon sounds perfect. Have a nice time with your friend

Mary grinned, popping her phone down and placed her head in her hand, grinning from ear to ear like a happy child in a candy store. Now she was getting impatient and she hoped tomorrow would come sooner. 

It was just after six when Mary arrived at Peter’s apartment. He greeted her with a big smile, wearing a plain t-shirt and jeans, a complete change from his usual scrubs and dirty sneakers. 

“Come on it” he greeted with wide arms, opening a full view of his apartment. It was stunning. The whole colour theme was creams and whites and light browns with a full view of the city with a wall-length window. The kitchen was beautiful, all sleek and clean with bar stools and a breakfast bar in the middle. There was a huge plasma TV mounted to one of the walls and a sofa facing. The apartment was pretty bare but that’s because of the amount of boxes stacked about, all with handwritten labels of what was in what. Mary was in complete awe, her mouth dropping open as she took in the beauty of his new home. 

“Wow Peter this apartment is amazing” Peter chuckled softly, shutting the door. 

“Yeah as you can see it's a mess but I’ve got you to do it all for me so” Mary playfully hit his arm. 

“I love it… I wish I had something like this, mine is like a student hall” she said with a grimace on her face as she dumped her bag to the ground. She changed into a pair of lowly trousers and a t-shirt with an open shirt over the top, her hair slightly wavy as it cascaded down her back. 

“Well I could just about afford this place… besides I’m sure you’ll find something a bit nicer in the future” he reassured. Mary hoped so. She didn’t want to live in that dingy apartment for the rest of her life. She hoped with her husband they’d be in a lovely little house with a huge garden where their tiny dog could run around and frolic. Or perhaps a mansion with a rich businessman who can’t wait. She hadn’t heard from James since this morning but she deemed he was super busy and didn’t think much of it.

“Shall we order the pizza” Peter snatched a pamphlet from the counter. 

“Yes I’m starving” she grinned, her tummy almost rumbling on cue. They ordered two pizzas, sides and some soda for both of them and whilst waiting they began to unpack the many filled boxes. Mary took the kitchen whilst Peter took the living room. He was unloading his games, and DVDs, which seemed strange that he kept them considering these days no one watches DVDs anymore. 

“Was Anya annoying you earlier?” Mary asked with a smirk and Peter huffed. 

“Yeah, she’s so overactive sometimes it does my head in” he admitted and Mary laughed under her breath. 

“You know what she’s like, she gets so excited whenever I talk about guys… probably because I never talk about guys,” she said truthfully. 

“Yeah but she could tone it down a bit” he replied. 

“Yeah definitely… although she is the only person I can talk to about guys, I have zero experience with them and I need all the advice I can get… and you of course” she added and Peter chuckled. 

“I don’t know about me, I’m not that lucky with the girls myself” he shrugged. 

“Yes, you are… what about the girl you were dating in college, she was nice”.

“Oh MJ, yeah she was cool but think we were too different” he said softly. They dated for about a year but it didn’t go much further than that. She wanted to travel and Peter had plans to stay in New York so it didn’t work out. Plus, she was into some weird stuff that Peter wasn’t sure suited him. 

“Yeah, she was a bit strange” Mary admitted. 

“She wanted me to have a threesome with this other guy she knew” Mary looked at him with the biggest wide eyes and let out a breath, shaking her head. 

“Well if that’s what she is into” She was always taught not to be judgmental of people or their lifestyles unless it was a heinous act of crime. She was always respectful of others and rather criticised them. However, it was different when that person was putting others in harm's way, hurting people for their enjoyment. 

The pizza came and Mary and Peter decided to take a break. They sat in the middle of the living room, sitting on the comfy pillows Peter had been given as a gift from his grandmother and scoffing at the delicious pizza. 

“So are you seeing anyone at the minute?” Mary asked and Peter shook his head. 

“No… I’ve been so busy with the apartment and work I haven’t had time… plus no one’s caught my eye”.

“Well you never know, a new neighbour might move in and catch your eye” she teased and Peter laughed.

“Yeah, I hope… right now though I’m not too bothered about seeing anyone”.

“Why not, you’ve got a nice place now, you should get out there” Mary for a second thought herself, was she really giving dating advice when she herself had no clue what she was doing.

“I shouldn’t talk really, I have no experience” Peter chuckled. 

“It’s fine” A silence grew between them and Peter licked his lips of the tomato sauce left there. He looked over at Mary, staring for a moment, watching as she took a huge bite out of her pizza. Her blue/green eyes dazzled in the warm lights, her skin glowing like a beautiful goddess. Peter quickly looked down when she looked back, so she didn’t catch him staring at her. 

“So you think you’ll get serious with this guy?” He asked. 

“I don’t know, he’s really nice and he hasn’t stood me up or backed away even when I mentioned I wanted to wait until marriage for sex. I feel like for the first time someone is actually interested in me and not just for sex and I’m beginning to actually want to see him which I guess is a good sign” she said. 

“Yeah definitely, he sounds like a nice guy from what you’ve said” Peter shrugged. 

“I guess we’ll see”.

……….

James entered his office, throwing his phone on the desk and reaching in and unloading his gun from his jacket. He just finished having a business deal dinner with one of his regular clients, offering them ten crates of the guns Zemo sold him last night. It was an easy deal, one he didn’t have to do much talking on and the dinner ended up in drinks and shots. James didn’t drink too much, unlike Steve and Same who were currently fucking some blonde in their rooms, the screams just audible from his office, the squeak of the beds as they slammed into the walls. James zoned himself out and rubbed his tired face, sighing heavily. 

The low purr of his kitty cat brought him back to earth and he smiled, reaching down and picking him up. Alpine settled into his arms like a baby, purring in pleasure, the low rumble from his throat vibrating against James’s arm as he stroked him gently. At first glance he looked like a James Bond villain, stroking his white cat with evilness. A scratch behind the ears sent Alpine stretching out, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he scratched the right place. 

“You like that don’t you” James murmured, grinning. Alpine was the only thing that brought him back down to earth when he was stressed, and overwhelmed. It made him feel human. Mob bosses don’t tend to have compassion and love for something so pure and gentle. Without him, he was a ruthless man with a bad record behind his name. Alpine dropped softly to the ground, curling on the comfy chair in the corner, watching with his dazzling blue eyes. 

The low buzz of his phone brought him away and he immediately answered, not even bothering to look at the name. 

“Hello,” he answered sternly. 

“Peter Parker is his name” It was Ned. James smirked, folding his hand under his elbow as he leaned against the desk, crossing one foot over the other.

“That was quick” he answered, hearing the familiar sounds of keys being tapped on a keyboard. 

“I’m a quick worker, Barnes, I left you a file as well, did you get it” James turned and noticed the exact brown envelope he hoped for, picking it up and ripping it open. It was a report, the one he asked for only two days ago on Mary’s friend, Peter. Call him crazy, possessive, controlling, or any other name you can think of but James was a cautious man. He needed to know who he was dealing with here. The moment that little punk interrupted him he knew something wasn’t right. The normal thing to do would be to ask Mary about him, considering he’s her friend, but James wasn’t normal. He slumped down on the couch, opening the file and seeing a picture of Peter at the top.

“He’s twenty-five years old, lives in Brooklyn, and just recently bought a place on Eagle Street. He worked at the Brooklyn Hospital as a radiographer and studied at California University, that’s how Mary and he met. His parents died when he was young and he lived with his grandparents” Ned spoke quickly, as James read through the file, the information adding up. 

“Anything I should know about?” James cut right to the chase. 

“Seems like a normal kid to me, nothing out of the ordinary… but that probably means something different to you” he teased and James hummed. 

“Does he have a girlfriend?”.

“Not to my knowledge… although he seems close with that girl Mary” James’s jaw clenched tightly and he sucked in a breath. 

“Let me guess, you want to know if he has a thing for her?” Ned asked.

“I just need to know if he’s a threat to me, the type to tell the police anything… and if there is competition then I need to get a head start”.

“Well from what I found out he doesn’t have a girlfriend so he might like her, and he’s a normal citizen of course he’ll tell the police if he found out anything” Ned was young but a smart guy and James smirked. 

“I’m glad I have you Ned, I’ll send you over a cheque” he informed him. 

“Thanks, dude… give me a shout if you need anything else” he said and James grinned. 

“I will” he hung up the phone and dropped it beside him. Ned was a useful tool he had in his gang. At only nineteen years old he was already working for the mafia and earning big cheques. He was a whiz with computers and hacking and James needed someone like that. Anytime he needed a background check on anyone, he’d go to Ned. The guy could get all the information he needed in less than two hours. He was still a kid at heart and mostly sat in his room playing video games, competing online with other nerds whilst working for one of the most dangerous people in New York. 

James stared at the small picture in the top left of the file. He seemed like a normal guy and probably was but there was something about him that didn’t sit right with James. If he did have a thing for Mary, he was going to have to step back, because James was there first and he wasn’t giving her up for no one. 

Chapter 14

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[darkestspring]

imagine that alicent's kid left with rhaenyra when she took her family to dragonstone when harwin was sent back to harrenhall, and only came back to side with luke about inheriting driftmark. during the years she was gone, rhaenyra let her pursue whatever studies interested her, so now kid (maybe her name can be aemyra? like, viserys named her after both aemma and rhaenyra) basically has a college education, and is skilled in swordsmanship since she wanted to learn to defend herself.

alicent is proud that kid is so accomplished and skilled, but pissed bc that's *her* child, *she* should have been raising them in the keep. and why would they ever need to wield a sword? they're far too delicate for that! what if they hurt themself??

to make matters worse, they seem especially close with jace and baela. the three of them always touching somehow -holding hands, brushing shoulders, leaning against each other-, why would her baby be so close with rhaenyra's bastard like that? AND WHY DID SHE HEAR THEM CALL RHAENYRA "MUÑA"???

sure! her name can be aemyra! i have so many thoughts about all of this. rhaenyra realizes at the same time as harwin leaves that alicent is far too dismissive of her youngest sister and asks her father in private to take her in as a ward and viserys, overjoyed by the idea, agrees instantly.

alicent, of course, contests it relentlessly. she doesn't believe her child should be away from her but aemyra goes with her eldest sister happily. aemyra slowly heals from all of the scorn she received from her grandfather and brothers and learns to open up.

"You can learn anything you want, sweet girl." Rhaenyra had told her, running her hands through aemyra's hair softly. "Anything you want to do and become, you want do it."

those words stick with aemyra as she grows up, a strong and intelligent princess. aemyra refused to go to the funeral on driftmark, unwilling to see her mother or brothers again. Rhaenyra had understood and aemyra wasn't shocked when they returned with baela, rhaena and daemon. she stood with baela as daemon and her sister married.

i think alicent would wait and wait for letters from aemyra, as would aegon and aemond but only one letter is ever sent and its to helaena, staating how she misses her dearly and sending her some bugs she found of dragonstone.

aemyra grows closer with jace, luke, baela and rhaena but especially baela and jace. they're always together, always chatting and telling jokes and stories.

alicent doesn't see her against until the claim for driftmark. rhaenyra insists that she could stay if she wished but aemyra wasn't scared anymore. she was skilled with a sword and her mind as sharper than ever, she would not abandon rhaenyra in such times.

alicent sees her daughter dressed in black in red walk in arm in arm with jace and she does not even spare a glance at her mother or siblings, staring directly ahead or over at jace. it hurts but alicent knows better than to say something in the presence of viserys.

aegon and aemond both attempt to gain their sisters attention at dinner after she enters with jace and baela, laughing gently at something they said. she doesn't even look at them as baela and jace glare at them.

"a toast." Aemond rose his glass as he stood up, his eyes locked on his sister. "To my lovely sister who has returned to us from a place she should not have gone."

aemyra doesn't touch her glass as she stares at aemond with an emotionless look as everyone else raises their glass. "I do not think myself lost, brother." She hums, leaning into baela. "I am exactly where i want to be, with my family. the one that actually cared."

alicent, aegon and aemond all flinch at that and aemyra smiles triumphantly at that while daemon snorts into his cup.

#yanmom rhaenyra #aemyra targaryen

[desertdollranch]

“Upon my word!”said a voice. The girls looked up and saw Felicity’s grandfather standing at the garden fence.  “It is Felicity in her red cloak and Elizabeth in her blue cloak. I thought you two young ladies were a cardinal and a bluebird perched on a garden bench. What a pleasant sight to see!”

“Grandfather!” called Felicity. She and Elizabeth gathered up their dolls and hurried over to him.

Grandfather nodded at the dolls. “Will you ladies do me the honor of introducing me to your friends?”

 The girls looked at each other and giggled. “Oh, Grandfather,” said Felicity. “You remember my doll, Susannah Maria Augusta Eliza Lucy Louise.” “My doll’s name is Charlotte,” said Elizabeth.

Felicity’s Grandfather was right about these two little birds being a lovely sight to see. Look at how they brighten up a dreary winter day! 

Elizabeth is wearing her newest outfit made by me, which is based on an illustration in Changes for Felicity. Her sky-blue dress is very simple and comfortable, like everything else she wears in Felicity’s series. We really don’t see her in fancier clothes until the release of Felicity’s movie and Elizabeth’s only story book. So I like being able to give her a few less fussy, easy-to-make dresses. Her blue cloak is made from a pillowcase, and I made Felicity’s red cloak from a sweater vest. For both cloaks I used the Ivy Cape pattern by Melody Valerie Couture.

I also made Elizabeth’s doll, Charlotte. I formed the body out of clay and her dress is made from fabric scraps. I even made her a little wig. The design of her doll is based on the Charlotte doll from Elizabeth’s retired collection. That doll is based on a vignette illustration on the first page of Changes for Felicity, which strangely differs from the dress Charlotte wears in the full-page illustration of Elizabeth holding the two dolls. The vignette shows her in gold and red with a hairbow, while the full size has her dressed in blue and gold with a mob cap. 

Felicity’s doll, Susannah Maria Augusta Eliza Lucy Louise (did anyone else burn that name into their child brain and can now rattle it off effortlessly?) is the original from her collection. I’ve wanted this little doll ever since I first got Felicity, but I only recently actually bought her! I was overjoyed to find her for an affordable price, and I had some gift cards to use so I ended up paying only a few dollars for her. She’s adorable. There’s no way I could have made something as cute as this. And I’ve tried twice! She was definitely worth waiting patiently to find the right one.

Elizabeth herself is a customized Joss Kendrick doll with a Truly Me #69 wig. I wanted an Elizabeth doll that looked more like the brown-haired brown-eyed character I grew up seeing. Because of that I always had a hard time accepting a blonde-haired and blue-eyed Elizabeth Cole. I’m still so happy I could give Felicity her best friend!

#felicity merriman #elizabeth cole #changes for felicity #handmade doll clothes

[quibbs126]

Ik you've been made a headcanon about Dark Choco Cookie and Peach Cookie. Somewhere in the Cookie Run comic, Dark Choco Cookie actually falls in love with Peach Cookie. So, what if there's a fanchild of them? Do you mind making their fan child? If not it's fine ^^

So like I’ve alluded to in my other posts today, my headcanon for Peach and Dark Choco were VERY different and probably not so viable here, but let’s say this is just the comic universe or something, and here’s Dark Plum Cookie

Honestly after reading some of the comics, I’ve come around to this ship quite a bit. But unfortunately it contradicts my old headcanons for them (okay I should probably actually explain what those headcanons were. Basically at some point someone made a thing saying that General Jujube could be Dark Choco’s other parent, and it basically made me spiral into a rabbit hole. And since I know Jujube is at least implied to be Peach’s father, that’d make the two of them half siblings, so Dark Choco was basically like Peach’s older brother. Also that Peach was a teenager), and it’s hard to really start shipping them without dealing with my old headcanons, as it’d make it look far worse than it is, and of which I do not endorse. But I like this new ship too, so I’m just debating making my old headcanons into like, an au or something where Jujube is Dark Choco’s second parent, although I kind of already do that, since my real headcanon is that Dark Choco only has one parent. But maybe having both of those coexisting is a bad look…All right, maybe I can just scrap the first headcanons, like I did with Dark Cacao and the North and South Dragons. And also make Peach older, since I know I’m just bad at guessing ages (for example, I thought Rayla from Dragon Prince was in her early 20s when she was 15). She’s probably in her early 20s

Anyways, sorry for the weird tangent, let’s get onto the actual fankid, yeah?

So I chose the name Dark Plum because I wanted a fruit similar to peaches, but dark in color. The only one I could find was plums. Unfortunately, there is already a Plum Cookie, so I added the “Dark” to indicate I was basing him off the darker and more purple ones. I mainly based him off the black splendor plum, which has this red flesh on the inside

Black splendor plum:

So for his design, I wanted to go with a dark purple to be some sort of middle ground between the black and peach colors, and after seeing some dark plums with red flesh, I made his secondary color red. I think I was originally going to give him purple eyes like his grandfather, but I ended up making them red so they’d stand out more. I kind of ended up using Plum Cookie as a reference for his hair, since they’re both made of the same thing. I was going to put the red on the same places as Plum’s yellow, but I thought it looked better on the ends. I’m not entirely sure what it looks like not flowing. I wasn’t really sure what to do for his outfit, or his weapon for that matter. Originally I was debating giving him a sword or a staff, since I wasn’t sure which parent to lean more towards. I was debating a spear but I didn’t really want to since I’ve already made 3 of these with spears. I mean I still kind of ended up doing that, but it’s double sided so it’s fine. It’s supposed to be more staff like. With his outfit I sort of just ended up using the Dark Cacao Kingdom for references like normal. I had asked my friend for advice on his outfit and she had a suggestion, she just didn’t know how to translate it into English, so I just stuck with this. She said it looked good

Anyways, on to him himself. …I am just now realizing I spent so much time on his design I neglected his personality and character. Well what I do have is that unlike what the image may convey, he’s not a super serious warrior, he’s just in the middle of a fight. I mean yes, he takes fighting seriously, but he can be a bit prideful and confident in his fighting abilities and think he’s cool. He is a good fighter but he sometimes lets it get to his head. Also he tends to be a bit chaotic

I like to imagine Plum being like his godfather or babysitter or something, just so that we can have Plum and Dark Plum regularly interacting. I feel like if time travel shenanigans were to happen, Plum and Dark Plum would meet, and Plum would think he’s like his evil/shadow alternate universe self, only for him to instead be Peach’s son, along with Dark Choco. I feel like something like this could happen in the comics, they are a little insane

But uh, yeah, I think that’s all I have on him, I hope you like him!

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[formerchaoslord]

RiFT! all good? I hope so! Remember our conversation about the possible existence of a Bert son of Regal? then! I improved this idea!

Firstly, let's do him before he "rebellion" (I was going to do a version of him in the Picrew, but I decided to describe it) a skinny boy with somewhat pale skin, but his freckles give him a little life, in contrast to he's dark circles, his loose hair reaches up to his shoulder, I don't know if Bert's hair is curly or simply something unknown to me, but it's the same color as his father's hair, before he "rebellion" he was all about "doing it for my father" "getting this for my father" "help my father" "do you know my father?" "live for my father" "father"

he had no personality, he had no interests, he couldn't live if it weren't for his father, but that changed when he met Lan, well, it took a long process, but he finally rebelled, hehehe

rebellious now, he dyes his hair red and starts wearing his hair tied up, and now he has personality! insecure, courageous, intelligent, whiny, stressed (when pressured), kind, affectionate, and doesn't miss the opportunity to take something from his father, like LaserMan.EXE!!

(as I unfortunately haven't seen anything from BN, I could be wrong about what I'm going to say now, corrections are totally accepted here!) Before MegaMan.EXE deletes Laser, Bert stops him, and they even think he was a cheater, but no, he just shut down Laser, and then restarted him, changing certain aspects of his personality, and then making him his operator!

I also think about a friendly relationship between Bert and Coronel.EXE, more because of Baryl, but nothing is certain yet

but the thing I most like to think about this Bert is the relationship between grandson and grandfather with Wily!

for now, I can only imagine Wily singing "Mother (grandpa?) knows best" from Tangled, more specifically the rerun

"If he's lying, don't come crying, grandpa knows better!" but even with that feeling of "I don't care about you" deep down, he does care

Well, that was it, sorry for the long text, I was really excited! hehe, and making it clear that all this could change when i actually start see BN, but for now, we have this! hehehe, bye bye! to the next!

"Ah. Hello again. I have been well, thank you. I hope everything is well on your end...

"Yes, I do remember this conversation. A very interesting concept. I think I would like to meet the Bert of that dimension... Also, I do like the possibility of LaserMan getting a redemption Arc, especially since his operator did in the prime timeline, but poor LaserMan remained deleted. My job can be hard, but nice little moments and details like this can make it fun, especially when it means making a new friend..."

"Hey. Sorry to cut in all of a sudden, but does Wily still get redeemed by the end of the Cybeast incident in Bert's dimension, or does he stay a villain?"

"I... Believe we're still figuring it out, Lan. We still don't know everything about this said dimension. It's more of a... Concept."

"Are we breaking the fourth wall again? Do you know how tough it was to repair it the last time we did that?"

"If it makes you feel any better, don't consider any of this canon."

"It doesn't..."

"If I can interject, the idea of having a grandson does intrigue me. Though, if I don''t renounce my evil ways in said dimension, I'd be fearful of how it would effect Bert, especially after seeing how much I failed Regal as a father..."

"Even if that's the case, Wily, who that version of Wily doesn't effect who who are now. We have been very grateful for your help during this Multiverse War."

"Anyway, I enjoyed the concept and would love to hear more about it if you ever have more to add. And if this dimension turns up, I'd love to visit it someday."

#leleamo #new data discovered (ask) #data analyzed (answered) #rift is connected (ic) #lan is ready to battle (ic) #megaman has logged in (ic) #iCO has logged in (ic) #Dr. wily turns a new leaf (ic) #Dr. hikari's new project (ic) #scilab scientists #mega man zero #megaman battle network #mega man x dive

[thewickedmerman]

Winx Club Headmasters

I finally got around to doing some of the teachers from the three magic schools.

Faragonda

Lets address the elephant in the room here. YES, I racebent Faragonda. Why? Mostly because of how my fan-cast to voice Faragonda in an ultimate dub of the series is Toks Olagundoye, who you will recognize as the voice of Mrs. Beakley from the 2017 reboot of Ducktales and the voice of Mel Medarda from Arcane. I basically just took the rich old lady from The Aristocats, Madame Adelaide and racebent her. Plus, nothing wrong with a black fairy-godmother figure, as Whitney Houston has proven in Cinderella lol. I REALLY love how she turned out. Her hair was a MAJOR pain to do but I love it. I especially love her fairy form. In my version, once a fairy gets to a certain age, they leave behind their Enchantix and get a form called Ethearix. Besides, we ALL want some older fairies. I did take inspiration from Morgana's fairy form (Since Morgana and all the characters introduced in season 4 onward don't exist in my version). What's Faragonda the fairy of? Quintessence! She basically has power over life-force, lightning, and being able to give life to inanimate objects. Pretty much what it is in W.I.T.C.H. I actually got the idea of her being the fairy of quintessence from my pal @tiredcloudd (Whose stuff you should check out because it's amazing and they are really talented) when we were discussing our own Winx canon on the private Union of War Discord server. So I have them to thank for this. Also, her and Griffin are a couple in my version.

Griffin

I had A LOT of fun with editing for Griffin because I feel like darker characters a lot more fun design-wise. YES, I did use Maleficent for her face but I also gave her the eyes of The Evil Queen from Snow White. I made her the witch of oracle magic. She doesn't really see the figure but can summon vectors of magic and do some powerful magic. I thought of that because of The Owl House and how Griffin was able to play mind games with the Winx Club back in season 1. I took inspiration for her witch form from @taiyoooh.

Griselda

Out of all three of the professors I've redesigned so far, Griselda was definitely the biggest pain in the ass to design, at least for her fairy form. I mean, Griselda seems like someone who wouldn't actually be a fairy. She seems more like she'd be a witch or a sorceress. I made her a mind fairy, because that's one of the few interesting things that Fate: The Winx Saga did. However, she can do offensive attacks as well. I also love the idea of that being her way of knowing whenever someone is up to something. She's the queen of detention for a reason. For her fairy form, I got rid of her glasses and replaces them with glowing eyes. Her hair is full of barrette thingies that look like brains because she is a mind fairy. For her outfit, I took inspiration from Nebula from season 4 but made it more conservative looking. I had to make sure the colors were more subdued compared to other fairy forms because it's Griselda and that also meant NO SPARKLES. Hell, the only makeup I gave her was purple lipstick because she's not the type to wear makeup at all. I love the way she turned out. Also, pants suit her better than a dress. Her fairy form was an absolute NIGHTMARE to work on. You have absolutely NO IDEA! Also, just imagine the voice of Mindy Sterling (Who played Ms. Briggs from iCarly and was the voice of Lin Beifong from The Legend of Korra) coming out of this character. PERFECTION!

Saladin

Well, I finally got around to posting my redesign of the last head of the three major magic school, Headmaster Saladin. He is also the grandfather of Helia (Even though the original show NEVER actually does anything with that) and in my version, I would actually do something with that. Considering in my version of season 2, part of Helia's story arc was gaining his Believix by learning to stop holding back his true potential anymore. Helia was sent to Red Fountain instead of a fairy school like Alfea so that his grandfather could help him. This also means that Saladin is also East Asian, which I wanted to show with his attire, which includes his Sorcerer form. While his regular form is in more Earth-tone colors, his sorcerer outfit does have more color too it with the white, gold, and purple.

Credit for the character base for Griffin goes to SelenaEde of DeviantArt

Credit for the character base for Griselda goes to Lady-Angelia-13 of DeviantArt

Credit for the wings goes to Feeleam and WinxClubRus both from DeviantArt

#winx #winxclub #winx club fanart #winx fanart #winx faragonda #winx griffin #winx griselda #winx saladin #redesign #redesigns #character redesign #witch #witches #fairy #fairies #sorcerer #sorcerers #alfea #cloud tower #red fountain #quintessence #ather #mind #light #oracle #magic #magical #racebend #racebent #racebending

[arminsumi]

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🧺 ꒱ PICNIC DATE

Chapter one: Oak

Short fic | Armin

Sugary lemonade, carefully weaved flower crowns, resewn gingham blankets, wicker baskets, puffy drifting clouds above an oak tree on a hill...

⚠️Cws; fluff, light angst

Notes; crush!gn!reader

Next chapter

♫ Mystery of Love

You ventured up the hill to the great oak tree that the you and Armin often visited. It felt like the rest of the world fell away when it was just the two of you. Nothing except the stirring breeze disturbed you under the tree, it was a sanctuary just for you and him.

You were surprised when Armin suggested to have a picnic without Sasha. What you didn't realize was that he was asking you out on a date. You considered it another ordinary, summer's day outing with your best friend.

The previous day, Armin had been nervously pacing for hours in his grandfather's back garden. He was thinking hard about how he'd ask you out, and how he'd plan the date.

All your other friends knew of his affections; you were the only one who was oblivious. It was frustrating, you know, sometimes Armin wished that you could see right through him so that he didn't need to go through the hassle of confessing his feelings. But, at the same time, he thought your oblivion was utterly charming.

The two of you clambered up the green hill and reached the shady cool patch underneath the great oak tree. Its leaves shook serenely in the breeze, but this damned breeze made Armin's hair look disheveled; he kept fussing over it.

You laughed when the picnic blanket refused to stay still. Its corners flapped in the wind like it was trying to escape yours and Armin's hold on it.

The blanket's rebellion to staying put really ruffled Armin's feathers, "Oh, why can't it just stay still!" He cried out.

But the red gingham stubbornly refused to sit neatly on the grass.

When the chaos of the wind finally relaxed, you two to set the blanket down and anchored it with heavy weights at each corner. Armin's body language spoke volumes about his nervousness; when can I say it? How can I say it? That's what he was wondering while unpacking the wicker basket.

You observed his nervous quirks. Why is he anxious, you wondered, it can't be because of me, right? You rationalized that it wouldn't make any sense for him to be nervous because of you, you're his best friend! The one he confides in all the time, the one who has been with him through everything.

"Oh my goodness!" You laughed when the lemonade pitcher tipped over.

The lemonade spilled all over one part of the blanket.

"Chaos, this wind is actual chaos." Armin groaned in frustration.

"It's alright." You spoke through simmering laughter, "We'll just sit on a soaked blanket."

Armin shone at you those glittering eyes for a moment, but then looked away as if your beauty was too much for him to look upon.

If someone could have seen the chemistry between the two of you, they'd have assumed you were reunited lovers from another era. So many of your friends commented on this. They even went as far as to say that you and Armin were destined to be together.

But whether Armin wore his affections on his chest or hid them, it was all the same to a beautifully oblivious fool like you.

You bantered with him while unpacking all the carefully prepared meals from the picnic basket.

Oh, if only you knew how much time and effort Armin put into all of this. He rummaged in his grandfather's attic for the wicker basket, and carefully wove the sharp ends in. The blanket was frayed, so Armin spent the weekend sewing patches here and there to fortify it.

He complained to you about sewing, about how he accidentally poked his thumb with the needle over and over.

"That's why thimbles exist, Armin." You shook your head.

"I don't sew, alright?" He groaned, "As you can tell." He said, and motioned to the crooked stitches.

"I think the patchiness makes it look charming," You smiled, "It's not done perfectly, but it's done with love."

A strong blush crowned Armin's ears and cheeks. Oh, he even spilled some of the lemonade from his cup, but you didn't see.

Sometimes the wind kicked up and made the corners of the picnic blanket flap viscously. It also messed up Armin's hair, which to you he didn't seem annoyed about, but he was having a cadenza about it inside.

A tender atmosphere engulfed the two of you. What was it that induced this affectionate feeling in you? Was it the homely taste of simple sandwiches? Was it the summer-scented breeze? Or the way Armin's eyes glittered at you when you spoke? Oh those eyes... it looked like the blue skies reflected in them.

Armin thought he was in a daydream. Even though you were oblivious to the fact this was a date, Armin was still ecstatic. He felt his whole spirit buzzing.

Throughout your discourse with him, you slowly began to notice just how tender the atmosphere was. No, it felt affectionate. Armin described it to Connie in the morning, when he prepared the sandwiches, as "Rising bubbles of affection".

Sometimes, you and Armin connected on a higher level, one that surpassed the constraints of a physical reality. It was like both your spirits drifted up out of your heads, and met in a daydream high up in the clouds, near the stars.

After some time, the sun shifted down, the strawberries were all eaten, and Armin relaxed.

Whatever he was nervous about before, you thought, was simmering down the longer he basked in your company.

The wind slowed and whimsically threaded its fingers through your hair...

And in that moment, you noticed Armin gazing at you dreamily. He pursed his lips to hide his excited smile. He was the type of boy to get excited simply over your beauty.

There was a kaleidoscope pattern over the patch soft grass where you two sat. You looked at Armin's hand; it was illumined splotches of light.

You wondered why you lacked the courage to reach out and hold his hand. Armin was thinking the same. Why can't I just hold your hand? It's right there...

That poor boy wanted to have your hand in his so much that he felt a desperation stirring in his chest just at the thought.

"I like this." You said randomly.

You were enraptured by the drifting clouds above. They looks like big puffs of cotton candy.

"Like what?" Armin raised his brows curiously.

What was going through that head of yours? Probably beautiful things, poetic things, oh he really wished he could read your mind sometimes.

"This." You emphasized.

His heart thumped at the tone in your voice.

The wind stilled, and it grew so quiet that Armin thought you might be able to hear his heartbeat. It thumped so hard that it felt like his ribcage was rattling.

The two of you continued to cloud-gaze in silence for some time. The whole time Armin was daydreaming in the back of his mind about kissing you under the oak tree.

Even if it lasted only for the briefest second, a kiss from you would give him enough euphoria for a lifetime.

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Castlevania: Nocturne Episode 6 liveblog

While the episode is loading I read the synopsis and hope Sypha or Trevor get mentioned if not by name by Sypha being how the Belmonts got Speaker Magic

Oooh moon

DROLTA!!!!

This is my favorite Drolta outfit now I love the blood red coat with the white pants

Idk what the horses are doing

Oh is that the Messiah?

Drolta’s hair looks so good

She’s got daddy issues for the fucking sun

Oh this poor lady

The shot of the snow white skirt spread around them while she drinks that poor woman’s blood is absolute cinema

“Please call me anything but grandad” This man has given me Trevor vibes if Trevor was old the whole time maybe it’s just a Belmont thing

Ritcher deserves these answers actually yeah why was his mom sending him to Tera and not you old man?!?!

I take back what I said about him having Trevor vibes Trevor was funny even when he was depressed at least

A deal?!?!?!

So you’re a stalker old man

It is a bit creepy

Tera has a lot to tell both these kids

What is it with the Belmont family always been alone and when they have family not being one

How many “Last of the Belmonts” has their been at this point?

I feel so bad for Maria and Ritcher. Tera is all they had and now they find out she’s been keeping this kinda of stuff from them, straight up lying to Maria about her dad and agreeing to never let Ritcher know his grandfather was alive and around

YOU OWE HIM SOME FUCKING BIRTHDAY PRESENTS YOU ASS

Ritcher my boy I’m adopting you too actually all your guardians keep hiding important shit, You and Maria are my kids now. Tera can visit but you don’t half to see her if you don’t want to

“Your a Belmont your not supposed to hide in a hut. And you’re not supposed to kill vampires for money” FUCKIN TELL HIM RITCHER

SYPHA MENTION LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOO

“And she left you out” that’s so cold I love it

“I was the best magician the Belmont line ever produced” yeah and Sypha would be so disappointed in you now

Oooh this is why Ritcher can’t do magic either shit

“Evil will always win, Ritcher” ONLY WITH THAT FUCKING ATTITUDE

I hope Ritcher figures out how to use his magic again, I hope he proves his grandfather fucking wrong

Please don’t give into this Ritcher please

My son nooooooo

He looks far to fucking happy about Ritcher sobbing I fucking hate this guy actually

Ooooh Annette’s doing magic!!!!

Ritcher isn’t useless he’s just traumatized

“It’s the source of your fury but it’s not the source of your power” that’s such a good line holy shit

I love this contrast between Ritcher’s grandfather tearing Ritcher and the idea of the Belmont’s down with Annette’s mentor builds her up, speaks of her ancestors well and their strength and how hope isn’t lost

“There is light in this darkness”

Edouard voice coming in ;-;

Hi Olrox!

Why do they keep killing all the gay people?

It’s a bit soon to talk about immortality together Mizrak

“I’m not in love with you” damn ok

YOOO THEY REMEMBER!!!! ISACC WAS ALWAYS RIGHT HE KNEW HE KNEW!!!!

NIGHT CREATURE REBELLION LETS GO PLEASE

Maria my daughter he sucks he isn’t worth your time

I fucking hate the Abbot so fucking much

MARIA RUN GET OUT WHILE YOU CAN PLEASE

Olrox ripping this entire facade down I knew there was a reason I liked you

Hiiiiii Drolta <3

Please don’t hurt my daughter Drolta

NIGHT CREATURE REBELLION!!!!

OH FUCK OFF OLD MAN LIKE YOU CARE

Oh Ritcher-

Yeah you were a terrible father you fuck

DID HE JUST LEAVE HIS GRANDSON TO DIE?!?!?!

OH FUCK ITS THE GUY DROLTA WAS HANGING OUT WITH

IS HIS AXE A GUN?!?!?! THATS SICK

The old man is actually just pathetic ok

The flash of Julia fuuuuuuuck

Why don’t the vampires ever try to turn any of the Belmonts?

If Maria dies I will be distraut

HIS MAGIC IS BACK!!!!!!!!!!!! LETS GO RITCHER!!!!!!!!

THIS IS SO SICK!!!! THE ONE GLOWING EYE THE MUSIC CINEMA!!!!!

THE BLUE FLAMES!!!!!!

LETS FUCKING GO RITCHER LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I may have a new favorite Belmont… sorry Trevor

“I half to live”

The sun rising and the burning river and the headband flowing in the wind I fucking love Castlevania this is so damn pretty

#castlevania #Sam watches Castlevania #castlevania nocturne