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angstywaifu · 2 months

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The Lost Sister - Part 10

Synopsis: Xaden is known as an only child due to his sister who 'died' during the Rebellion. Little do they know she didn't die and has been so close this entire time.

Garrick Tavis x OC

A/N: I really hope you guys like this part. This was a sneaky last minute addition to the story. Like I literally wrote this yesterday! Cause I feel like we deserve some brother and sister time with Ophelia and Xaden. Requests are OPEN, and if you want to be on the tag list just let me know! The Lost Sister Masterlist | Masterlist

I’d found this spot weeks ago while wandering the halls later at night. Sitting atop the tower, I could see all the the college and the valley and mountains surrounding us. It was beautiful at night. Though the sight of the dragons I occasionally saw was now a little eerie after today. In a few days I would be expected to walk out there and try bond with a dragon. No amount of classes or training from Melgren could spare me from that. It was all up to the dragons now. Least they had deemed me worthy at presentation today. What had I seen today? I was so sure I had seen white. But white wasn’t one of the colours we knew of. No one had ever seen a white dragon. Sure feathertails had some interesting colours to them from what we knew. But this was not a feathertail. I had only seen a glimpse of the white, but I knew whatever it belonged to was big.

A small shuffle on the ground behind me disrupts me from my thoughts. I don’t even have to turn to know who it is. I always had the uncanny ability to know when he was there.

“I shouldn’t be surprised to find you here. We were both good at finding places no one else knew about to get away.”

I look to my right to see Xaden comfortably lean on the pillar next to where I’m sitting on the ledge.

”We’ve always been very similar. Even if we don’t look it.” I say, earning a chuckle out of him.

”I assume the hair colour was something Melgren made you do?” He asks as he reaches out and grabs a piece of my burgundy hair with my natural black sneaking through.

I nod. “Yeah, though I fail to see how my hair would have given away who I was around the college. Wasn’t exactly known information you had a sister. Father did a pretty good job at keeping me hidden.”

He hums in agreement. Only those in Aretia and closest to us knew about me. He didn’t hide me away so to speak, but he didn’t flaunt or announce my arrival. Sometimes I wonder why that was. Was it to keep me safe? If it was, it didn’t matter in the end when they found me with him. It was if Melgren knew exactly who I was when he saw me.

“That he did. Till he didn’t.” He says almost angrily. “Clearly he didn’t send you away like he said.”

I shake my head, and I watch as Xaden’s onyx eyes harden. “No. I was with him, or with another higher up. I never went away.”

Xaden drops the piece of hair he had been holding, turning to look out over the valley, his hands gripping the stone ledge so tightly I’m surprised it doesn’t break. Even the shadows he conjures look as if they want to lash out and break something. I could tell those five years had been hard. I hadn’t asked him or any of the others what it had been like, or what had happened. Part of me didn’t want to. But I’m sure with time I would find out. But the pain and anger Xaden is showing right now, it makes me want to know even less. I can’t even begin to imagine what it was like for Bodhi and Garrick. We are all so close. It would have wrecked them.

”I would murder him if he wasn’t already dead. He promised us he would keep you safe.” I almost don’t hear him with how quietly he says it.

”Technically he did.” I point out.

Xaden slowly glances sideways at me. Definitely not the right thing to say. But eventually he shrugs and nods his head slightly.

”I guess you’re right. You are alive. Which is all I could have asked for. Though, could have done without thinking you were dead for five years and literally so close I could have found you.” He stands back up and looks at me fully. “Did you know I was here?”

”Initially no. I knew you were alive, but that was it. Then about halfway into your first year here Melgren made a comment about you bonding a dragon. And then at a dinner I was forced to attend you and some of the others came up in conversation. But it wasn’t like I was free to roam around and try find you. I always had a guard on me. This is the most freedom I’ve had since he took me in. And I couldn’t risk trying to find you. I needed to play it smart.”

“You always knew how to read your opponents well. Finding strength and weaknesses. Clearly something I’d forgotten when you kicked my ass on the mat on your first day here.” He jokes, the mood shifting.

”Not my fault you under estimated me.” I tease.

He rolls his eyes before shoving my shoulder lightly. “To be fair you had no combat training at all last time I saw you. And I didn’t expect Melgren to have trained you like that. I hate to admit he did a good job.”

I nod. “He did, but I feel like now you would kick my ass. No way could I take you or someone like Garrick down that easily again.”

”You never know. Garrick would probably go easy on you. Speaking of which, what is going on between you two?” He asks as he leans back on the pillar and raising an eye brow at me.

I almost cringe at his words. I knew this was coming. I shouldn’t have said his name, but it just came so naturally to me. I lean back on the opposite pillar, turning my head to avoid my brothers gaze.

“It’s complicated.” I say sadly.

”You could say that again. But it always has been with you two.” He states bluntly.

I look over at him to see him smirking at me. “What’s that suppose to mean?”

”Oh come on O, we can all see it. It’s just you two who are to blind and stubborn to do anything about it. Well, more just stubborn now.” His eyebrow raising at the last part as if emphasising his point. “You two have always drawn to each other. Even when we were kids, there was always something different with you two. And then when we got older, it was pretty clear you two were getting feelings for each other.”

I look at my brother wide eyed. He had know this entire time. I can tell he is getting satisfaction in telling me neither of us had been subtle about our feelings. But I see a small flash of sadness in his eyes.

“Then the rebellion happened and none of us had time for anything like that. And now you have all the time in the world and you run off.”

I go wide eyed. Shit. Garrick had told him. Or Bodhi.

”So they told you then.” I say nervously.

He chuckles. “Garrick wasn’t too impressed Bodhi blurted it all out, but yes I know. Though was throwing the balm at him really necessary?”

”You would have done the same.” I retort.

”Yeah but with better aim. Next time aim for his head to knock some sense into him.” We both laugh at his comment. Poor Bodhi. “Can I ask why you ran? Surprised you didn’t just jump into his arms, would’ve given the poor healer a heart attack.”

Why hadn’t I? He wasn’t wrong. Before I had been taken by Melgren, I probably would have jumped into his arms. But now, it wasn’t as easy. Well, it was. I was just being stubborn.

“Because I’m scared. Scared that what if its not as good as we both want it to be. Scared that if it goes bad that I put a rift between you two. I am not being what could tear you two apart. What could tear all 3 of us apart.” I ramble as I push off the pillar and pace back and forth. Something I had gotten quite good at recently.

“Never thought I would hear you say you’re scared.” He says sarcastically, as I glare at him. “But, you know deep down that won’t happen. You know that if you go down this path with him, thats it.”

”You make it sound like we’re mated dragons or something.”

”As someone who has a dragon with a mate, trust me I would know.”

I look at him shocked. I had read about mated dragons, but had no clue he had one of them. From what I had read, the bond was strong. And riders with mated dragons we’re stuck together no matter what.

He laughs at my shocked face. “Just don’t take too long to sort your shit out. I’m getting sick of him staring longingly at you anytime you’re near us. He looks like a lost puppy, and it doesn’t suit him.”

And with that he walks off, leaving me atop the tower with my thoughts. He was right though. I couldn’t drag this out for much longer. But first I had to get through threshing.

Part 11

#fourth wing #fourth wing fanfic #the empyrean #garrick tavis x reader #garrick tavis #the fourth wing #garrick tavis imagine #xaden riorson #garrick tavis x oc #garrick tavis fanfic

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boltupbitches · 1 year

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Being christian mccaffreys sister and being a pro sufer that lived in San Diego but when christian got traded moved up to San fran and got introduced to the team as lil mccaffrey and as kyle Shanahan knows the family let's you train in the teams gym and you run into nick but don't think anything of it till one of your old friends from San Diego [joey bosa] sets you up on a blind date with his little brother [nick] and christian finds out but let's them be together after pulling nick aside in the team practice if this is past the request deadline ~~~~~this is all a figment of your imagination

Nick Bosa - Lil McCaffery

"Hey, Bosa. Can we talk for a minute?"

Nick schooled his face before turning to face Christian. Lately, things had been odd between them.. if you count the fact that Nick was knowingly seeing his sister behind his teammate's back and keeping it a secret as odd.

Christian was puzzled at first when Nick started speaking to him less and was more short with him in conversation. Since coming to San Francisco, they got along great and he considered him among one of his first friends - besides Kittle of course - made on the team.

When he brought it up to George, he shrugged his shoulders and just said, "Maybe he's just dealing with stuff. He's been a little more reserved than usual with everyone. Don't sweat it."

Yet, he was. Until he caught sight of him talking with his little sister who was visiting the training facility to drop off a few things. Nick and her spoke as if they knew each other and were comfortable with one another. Which was odd to Christian. He kept that thought in the back of his mind for a while.

It finally boiled over to when he was helping his sister fix her doorbell camera app when he saw a part from a couple days prior where Nick was coming out of the front door and right in front of the camera they kissed.

Christian said nothing to his sister about it and was hurt that she didn't feel like she could trust him.

Now, as he stared at Bosa, he saw something reflect off his wrist as he reached up to scratch his cheek nervously.

"Yeah, man. What's up?"

Christian stared down at the bracelet on his wrist. "Lili give you that?"

Nick blinked in shock, feeling panic bubble in his chest for a moment. "What?"

"That bracelet you got on.. With the silver starfish charm? That's one of Lili's and is her good luck charm when she surfs. She give that to you?"

"Dude.. I don't know what you're talking about." Nick avoided the answer and immediately looked for an out from the conversation.

His girlfriend said he brother would likely overreact.. but he wasn't certain if Christian was mad enough yet to do so.

"I saw you talking to her a few times when she's stopped by for me or to use the facility while waiting on me. I also was helping her fix her doorbell camera's app access when I saw you guys kissing on her doorstep, and you coming and going out of her apartment. Cut the shit, Nick, and stop lying. Are you dating my sister?"

Nick stared blankly back at Christian, his brain taking a moment to process this info and find a response. "Well fuck.. listen, man. It isn't what you think. She was introduced to me on a blind date since she knows Joey's girlfriend somehow. We've only been dating for a short while and wanted to keep it on the low for a bit."

Christian felt his anger bubble up for a few minutes before it simmered back down and he gave Nick a disappointed look. "Dude, that's my sister. I know she's an adult and so are you.. Just know that if you fuck her over with your shit like what happened with your last girl, I will kick your ass."

Nick nodded and said, "I understand, man. Just know that I have no plans of stuff ending like how it did with Jenna. I'd never do Lili like that."

Christian nodded and sighed, before reaching his hand out to Nick for a handshake. "Right, well. I stand by what I said. Still a bit pissed you guys thought sneaking around was ok to do."

"I know, but it honestly wasn't with intention to hurt anyone. We just wanted to figure out where it would go the first couple of dates. Time got away from us and I chickened out in telling you. I don't want to create tension between us, the team, and you and your sister." Nick explained.

Christian waved him off. "Yeah, well. I'll give you a heads up to call Lili before I do. I'm sure she'll assume I bullied you or threatened you into telling me."

"You kinda did?" Nick said uneasily.

Christian smirked at that. "That? That was nothing. Ask Lili about Tommy from 10th grade. She'll tell you about threatening."

He walked off leaving a perplexed Nick Bosa in his wake.

"Fuck." Nick muttered as he hit call on his girlfriend's contact. "Hey, babe.. well he knows.."

#nick bosa imagines #nick bosa imagine #nick bosa fanfiction #nick bosa fanfic #nick bosa one shot

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nerys-nerie · 1 year

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The Handmaiden and her Princess.

Helaena Targaryen x Fem!Reader

This is sort of a part two but it can be read on its own.

This was meant to be a bunch of head canons but sort of turned into like a story at the end.

Warning: Kind of suggestive, but mostly fluffy. Aegon is his own warning.

•After that lovely night you and Helaena began holding hands when no one was watching. Though it wasn’t odd if people did see you holding hands because it was just seen as friendly. She also began giving you small pecks when she thought you two were alone in the gardens.

•If you think she gave you too much things before- well. You’re about to be surprised.

•Every morning when you walked into her room she was always awake and waiting. (Of course that’s on the nights you two don’t spend together. ;))

•She would gift you more dresses. She would even stitch dragonflies into them herself. It made her so happy when she saw you wearing them. Maybe it was a little possessive of her but Helaena loved how everyone knew you were hers. Even if everyone thought you were just her favorite handmaiden.

•Helaena liked watching you play with her children. She liked to imagine they were yours and hers. Not Aegon’s. Sometimes she hoped they would call you father instead of Aegon but sadly they’re not blind.

•Late at night she learned quickly how to use her tongue just the way you like. She liked to watch you writhe beneath her as she cooed at you.

•”My good girl.” “That’s it my darling, come all over my fingers dragonfly.”

•You had no idea where this dominate personality came from. One day she slapped your butt and you sat there shell shocked for a bit while she laughed.

•But even though the two of you were in a honeymoon sort of state, it didn’t stop Aegon from his drinking shenanigans. One day you happened to walk in on him.

“You look quite beautiful today my wife.” Aegon commented while sweeping a piece of hair behind her ear. The man could barely stand on his two feel but he really didn’t care.

“You’re drunk.” The Princess stated quietly with a frown. “You should sleep.”

“Would you join me, sweet wife?” Argon said with hooded eyes.

“No, thank you.” The words flew out of her mouth quickly.

When she tried to walk away he grabbed her hips roughly and pulled her back in front of him.

“I might have phrased it as a question, but it wasn’t one.” He snapped.

Helaena looked like she was close to tears when Aegon pulled on her dress.

“Ahem!” You cleared your throat rather loudly. It got the prince’s attention and your sweet Helaena’s.

Aegon made a move to speak but you beat him to the punch.

“Pardon me, my prince, but Princess Helaena is needed elsewhere.” You sounded furious. Helaena could tell. Your anger was not directed at her, but it was startling all the same.

In truth you were so upset you could tear his dead eyes from his head. (Run Aemond.) You stared straight into his drunken soul as he stared back. He was furious too. You had cockblocked him, and you would continue to do so from now on.

“I’m sure it can wait. Marital duties should come above tea time.” Aegon responded.

“Yes, my Prince, if of course it was tea time,” Your tone was patronizing. “But it is not. The Queen would like to speak to her daughter, the Princess.”

You could see Aegon’s smooth brain twisting at each of your words. His frown grew at the thought of upsetting his mother. Well, not upsetting her, but getting punished by her.

‘You’re not touching her today, you cunt.’ You thought to yourself.

Helaena tilted her head in question at you as her tears began to dissipate. She didn’t remember a meeting with her mother this evening.

“Fine.” He said begrudgingly. “Though I don’t think you have to go with her do you-“

“Yes, she does.” Helaena interjected.

Aegon looked shocked for a moment, his sister wife had never raised her voice before at him till now. He nearly gulped.

Helaena didn’t wait for him to answer as she grabbed your hand and stomped away.

“My mother doesn’t need to see me, does she?” Your Princess asked.

“No, no she doesn’t, my love.” You squeezed her hand slightly.

“Thank you.” Helaena mumbled to you with a grateful smile.

•After that incident, you became a natural cockblocker for Aegon. He even stopped trying so much with her, but every time he did, you were there with a ‘meeting’.

•The meetings were fake but it gave you two some alone time in the gardens with her favorite bugs.

•You were slightly scared of the ones with 8 legs but you tried your best to hold them for her. Once it started to travel up your arm she would rescue you and put it back in her hands.

•She wished to show you Dreamfyre. With her whole heart she wanted to. She would just have to wait till the perfect moment.

•She had asked you about meeting her before but you blanched.

“Isn’t that the dragon who tried to eat Prince Aemond?” You asked with wide eyes.

“Well… yes.” Her cheeks reddened. “But she won’t harm you, I know it.”

“How do you know that?” Your eyes were trying to go back to normal size but being eating by a giant lizard didn’t seem to be your favorite idea.

“Because I care for you.” Helaena answered quickly. “She’ll feel it. We’re bonded. You will be accepted, I swear it, my dragonfly.”

“…okay.”

“Really?” Her face lit up at your tiny answer.

“Mmmm, yes.” You have in because she is just so pretty when she smiles.

She shook with excitement as she squealed and jumped into your arms.

“I promise, you won’t regret this my darling!”

The next couple days you spent the time preparing yourself, even when the two of you were sharing a bath you couldn’t help but feel fear. It honestly wasn’t your fault, that dragon tried to kill her brother but won’t kill you????

At least she’d be with you in your final moments. That’s what you told yourself to feel okay with the situation.

Helaena was so excited she was nearly jumping for joy. She made you change into riding gear which made you pause for a moment.

“Pardon me, my love, but why do I need to?” You asked with a fake smile.

“To ride of course!” Helaena giggled as she braided your hair. She was already wearing her riding gear, and she also held a basket probably with some food in it, you guessed.

“Oh?” You choked out.

“It’s been forever since I last rode! I hope she still remembers me.” Helaena said jokingly.

This made you want to scream because your fearful state of mind did not pick up on the “joking” part of her voice.

‘What do you mean by that????’ You wanted to ask.

When you arrived at the dragon pit, which you delayed the best you could by “slipping” on almost every stone on the way down. She patted your back each time with a smile which almost made you feel guilty.

Helaena told the dragon keepers to bring her Dreamfyre out. They obeyed.

When you heard a roar that shook the earth beneath you, you started shaking in your boots. You looked over to Helaena who just stood there with a wide smile on her face, said smile made you loose focus for a moment. You smiled for a moment too until you looked back at the hole in the ground which had a large blue dragon coming out of it.

Helaena ran up to her, setting the basket down for a moment, and hugged her snout. The dragon let out a satisfied growl. She was happy to see Helaena too.

‘Don’t scream. Don’t scream. Don’t scream.’ You nearly did scream as the large eyes landed on you.

Dreamfyre let out a large huff in your direction. Helaena let go of her snout, picked up the basket, and walked back to you.

She tried to pull you to her but you froze. Helaena looked at you concerned.

“Do you trust me?” She held out her hand.

“Of course I do.” You took her hand and followed her to Dreamfyre.

The dragon looked wary as Helaena walked you to her. Dreamfyre quickly felt the warmth from her rider towards you. The she-dragon tilted her head at the two’s closeness.

Because she noticed how much her rider cared for you she allowed you to place your hand on her. Dreamfyre closed her eyes and tried to sense something in you. When she opened her eyes again her rider had her arms around your waist with her head on your shoulder with a large smile.

Dreamfyre liked you. You made Helaena happy.

“How about we go for a ride, hm?” Helaena spoke to her mount.

Dreamfyre seemed to understand her as she shook excitedly with happy huffs.

“Come on.” Helaena grabbed your hand and led you to the side where her riding saddle was. She placed the basket in the saddle’s baggage holder. (Shhh, I don’t know if that’s actually a think, but it is today.)

Once the two of you climbed to the top of her dragon she made you sit in-front of her so she could make sure you’re safe. Of course she also wanted to be able to see and feel your thighs.

•Side note she totally is a thigh girl. Don’t look at me like that, you know it too.

“Are you ready?” She whispered into your ear.

Your face heated up. “I believe so, yeah.”

Okay, I know you don’t wanna know this, but you totally screamed. Then you started laughing, like out of control type laugh.

Helaena started laughing with you as you reached the clouds. You had a hand on her thigh behind you and one hand gripping the hell out of the saddle in front of you.

You felt this sense of freedom. You didn’t have to hide your touches with Helaena above the clouds. You could scream from the top your lungs that you love her with all your heart and no one could say anything.

She bit her bottom lip when you squeezed more of her upper thigh. Helaena wanted nothing more than to taste you right now, but she would wait until you landed somewhere deserted.

Which wasn’t long, because your Princess was impatient. You climbed down the saddle and then helped Helaena down like a true gentlewoman.

Her basket was in hand and she began laying down a blanket as you took in your surroundings. It was a meadow filled with flowers next to a dense deep green forest. When you closed your eyes to focus you could hear a brook nearby with birds chirping loudly.

“Dragonfly?” She rubbed your arms with her hands as she turned you towards her. “Are you alright?”

“Never better, Helaena darling.” You answered which made her grin. She loved it when you used her name.

“Come, come! I brought cake!” She exclaimed and dragged you to the cover.

The conversation went smoothly between the both of you. It felt so natural and right to just sit and speak to her.

Once the two of your were finished with your lunch she slowly crawled over to you and leaned over you lap and kissed you softly. And again, and again, and so on.

Helaena sat her head in your lap and breathed out a relaxed sigh. You grabbed a wildflower and placed it in her hair. You wished you had brought a book with you so you could read to her.

Helaena wished you two could stay in this meadow forever. You, Dreamfyre, and cake. She wished to take you across the narrow sea and see every wonder that the world has to offer. She wished only the best for you.

#helaena the dreamer #helaena x reader #hotd #aemond one eye #prince aegon #hotd alicent #queen helaena #house of the dragon #helaena targaryen #princess helaena

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misteria247 · 1 year

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Fun fact and a little technique I always used while watching TMNT 2012. The Leorai thing said or spoken or addressed or worked in as a ship happens in only like 5 or 6 episodes during the entire series. Mainly in the first two seasons before they find out she is Splinter's daughter and in Broken Foot and two very brief moments in season 5, (Karai was shown to be clearly confused and uncomfortable in one of those two moments meaning she was mostly messing around and there was no romance from her side unless to fool or trick the blue idiot.)

Anyways, my point being, every other moment between Leo and Karai or of one worrying about the other is never specified to be romantic. For example, Leo worrying about her and having an urge to save her and stuff? He never seems to display it as romantic, only as a caring person .

So basically, whenever I watch the series, I always ignore the actual ship like moments and chalk them up to obliviousness of idiotic teenage turtle and deceptive kunoiche and almost all the moments afterward don't focus on romance at all, it was just what viewers thought up because of how the series was set up. So I see them as one sibling worrying about another. And fun fact, it always works bcoz like I said, almost none of them specify or display it like it's romantic. Even those little moments where he is thinking about her too much don't seem romantic and only Raph sasses about it in that way, but not Leo's words are oriented like that and sass is basically Raph's thing.

So while most of the fandom feels uncomfortable about so many such moments, I instead got to genuinely enjoy them all tok because I always watched them with the thoughts and concept in mind that they consider each other as siblings and Leo was worrying about his big sister like the good brother he is.

If you rewatch the series, you'll get what I mean. After they find out the truth, the romantic undertone is only clarified in 4 or 5 moments, all of which happen to be brief and ignorable.

Oooooooo this is actually a pretty good way to handle those awkward moments!!

Personally for me whenever I think and see those moments I like to imagine that instead of a supposed romantic subplot, it's instead just them respecting and admiring each other and their skills. I mean in the show Karai is a pretty skilled ninja especially with a blade, she's basically unbeatable in this area. Then she meets this blue turtle who's a goody two shoes and she's basically like Lmfao fr? and doesn't take him seriously till he actually gives her a run for her money and she's like Well God damn maybe he's not a complete novice. The same thing can be applied to Leo since he too is considered incredibly skilled with the blade and then he meets Karai who's able to keep up with him and he's instantly intrigued by it. It could also work this way with the whole Raph teasing him thing because Leo admires her and being teased about it would make anyone irritable or embarrassed. And the training session scene would work with it too since Leo admires her so much he wants to impress her and earn her respect. So when he gets his shell kicked and she laughs at him making him blush it could very well be embarrassment.

At least that's how I picture it personally.

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popiastar · 2 years

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cardinal copia - okie dokie

🐀info: f reader, mention of terzo's death, prequelle era cause i'll eternally love copia with mustaches

Terzo was dead and it's quite sad, Sister Imperator choose him just because nobody in the bloodline is alive and he end up thinking he's always the last choice. On the other hand, it were the time of his life: finally he can show what he can do and be accepted by Papa Nihil, he deserves it for his hard work through the years and no one can stop him.

Yes, he repeated it in his mind but sometimes were just too hard to focus especially when you were never recognized for what you do. The second employee of the year? Ah yeah, wonderful, but still the second!

Copia suddenly stood up, satanas, his head was spinning like a tornado, he definitely needed fresh air; writing songs became too hard for that moment, he's not focused anymore. He started roaming around the ministry with his hands behind his back till he decided to go in the kitchen for something strong to drink.

"Oh, it's this red wine? Meh, maybe later" said while he sought in the fridge "no pomegranate juice? Ah shit, who drink my pome-"

"Cardinal?"

Ouch, he slammed his head on the fridge from fear and abruptly straightened in place with a guilty expression.

"Y-yes?"

There was a young woman in font of him, standing at the entrance of the kitchen, with a basket of fruits in her hands. He knows her, has seen her several times speaking with Sister Imperator and sometimes helped with the clergy activities. She was the most beautiful creature he had seen in his whole life, almost ethereal, nothing compared with someone like him.

"I didn't imagine to find you here, Cardinal. May I ask you a help?"

The Cardinal blinked, remaining still for five of six seconds, staring at her: his brain worked slowly to register what she said, he was too focused to admire her smile.

"Sure, yeah!" he replied running to help her, "sorry i was taken by surprise heh."

Their hands barely touched and he thought her skin was soft as silk, delicate as her features and gestures. He shook his head turning back to reality and then put the basket above the table as nothing is happened.

"Thank you so much, you have been very kind. You know, Sister Imperator loves fresh fruits, especially watermelon, so it was too heavy!" She laughed, beginning to arrange the fruit, "what can I offer you for your help? I could prepare something to eat, if you want."

"No, no don't worry, I'm full. I was... searching pomegranate juice, it helps me to write songs ehm... yes."

She smiled, grabbing a pomegranate from the basket, "well, I've some, please take a sit."

Copia followed her order quietly, he couldn't say no to her because he could finally see her up close without running away from embarrassment. Whenever he's spotted her around he could feel a burning sensation his stomach, rising faster up to the cheeks. Seeing her in front of him, turned from behind to make a juice, led him to realize that he was terribly infatuated.

"I've heard that you are chosen, Cardinal. even though we never had a proper conversation I wanted to come to you to congratulate."

"Yes, Sister insisted. She thinks I'm ready so uhm... yeah, let's see what happens."

"I think that too! We don't know each other very well, that's true, but I feel like you are destinated to do amazing things."

He thought she was too kind, he spent his life thinking about when he would be chosen and now - that it really happened - he thought he wasn't ready and unable to take on this important responsibility.

"What if I don't succeed? What if I disappoint everyone who believes in me?" The Cardinal said thinking a loud.

She turned back with her head, watching him in frown, then replied kindly: "I'm not a Sister of Sin or a powerful Ghoul but, Cardinal, I've something like... yes, a sixth sense. I think you can do something special and memorable, you just have to convince yourself. Just don't give up, I believes in you, i sincerely know you can do."

He froze on the spot, what was that feeling? Why did he feel he was breathing after so long? Was this what people call "feeling better"? There's nothing to be worried indeed, Sister herself said to Papa Mihil he was ready, and when the times come he will be a part of the bloodline, a Papa Emeritus too. Well, maybe was risky to say but the papal robe he would give him a total new look.

"Mh! " he began returned joyful "you are right! I just feeling pressure, it's a part of the job you know? I have to be more careful and release the stress, yes."

She put two glasses on the table, filling it with juice, giggling: "Exactly, I think it too. Take a sip, a fresh juice is a good way for relaxing."

She ended her sentence with a playful wink and copia followed her advise, drinking: holy shit, it was the best pomegranate juice he ever drink! Not too sour, not too sweet, simply perfect!

"Frankly my dear, I think this juice can bring the dead back to life! I don't lie, absolutely good!"

"Wow, that's make me very proud and happy! There's a couple glasses all for you, so no one steal it again, right?"

The Cardinal chuckled and nodded, that short chat made him feel strong and confident, his inspiration returned and he couldn't wait to write songs. Maybe she would become his muse.

"I'm sorry," he standing up, "I have to go now, I can clearly hear Sister scold me for not writing a single song."

Her eyes became sad or at least Copia thought it, she hesitated for a moment choosing carefully her words: "Don't worry, I understand. I enjoyed talking with you, I would like to do it again."

He was about to leave after a wave of his hand when she called him again, he stared at her with a questioning expression. She remained silent, undecided if she could say what was in her mind.

"Promise me. Promise me not to doubt yourself."

Copia smiled, his heart skip a beat for her sweet words "Okie dokie, I promise you."

#ghost band #ghost bc #x reader #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv #ghost fic #oneshot #prequelle

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Operation Stumpy Re-Read

AFFC: Samwell V (Chapter 45)

Thrice longships were sighted by the crow's nest. Two were well astern, however, and the Cinnamon Wind soon outdistanced them. The third appeared near sunset, to cut them off from Whispering Sound. When they saw her oars rising and falling, lashing the copper waters white, Kojja Mo sent her archers to the castles with their great bows of goldenheart that could send a shaft farther and truer than even Dornish yew. She waited till the longship came within two hundred yards before she gave the command to loose. Sam loosed with them, and this time he thought his arrow reached the ship. One volley was all it took. The longship veered south in search of tamer prey.

Samwell and a Summer Islander are shooting arrows again.

In case it matters, Sarella Sand was using a goldenheart bow in the prologue.

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"It's very tall," said Gilly.

"Wait until you see the Hightower."

Bizarro jongritte.

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Dalla's babe began to cry. Gilly pulled open her tunic and gave the boy her breast. She smiled as he nursed, and stroked his soft brown hair. She has come to love this one as much as the one she left behind, Sam realized. He hoped that the gods would be kind to both of the children.

When he says gods he means George R. R. Martin.

Born-in-battle has a new mommy. Say goodbye to Mance and his sister-in-law, I'm not sure they make it.

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"Who would be so mad as to raid this close to Oldtown?"

Xhondo pointed at a half-sunken longship in the shallows. The remnants of a banner drooped from her stern, smoke-stained and ragged. The charge was one Sam had never seen before: a red eye with a black pupil, beneath a black iron crown supported by two crows. "Whose banner is that?" Sam asked. Xhondo only shrugged.

Euron Greyjoy, you little rascal! What am I going to do with you?

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"My apologies," the captain said when his inspection was complete. "It grieves me that honest men must suffer such discourtesy, but sooner that than ironmen in Oldtown. Only a fortnight ago some of those bloody bastards captured a Tyroshi merchantman in the straits. They killed her crew, donned their clothes, and used the dyes they found to color their whiskers half a hundred colors. Once inside the walls they meant to set the port ablaze and open a gate from within whilst we fought the fire. Might have worked, but they ran afoul of the Lady of the Tower, and her oarsmaster has a Tyroshi wife. When he saw all the green and purple beards he hailed them in the tongue of Tyrosh, and not one of them had the words to hail him back."

Ironmen dressed like a Tyroshi! How clever.

Wouldn't it be funny to see Euron dressed like a Tyroshi? Imagine Euron wearing Daario's clothing! Hilarious.

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"The Hightower must be doing something."

"To be sure. Lord Leyton's locked atop his tower with the Mad Maid, consulting books of spells. Might be he'll raise an army from the deeps. Or not. Baelor's building galleys, Gunthor has charge of the harbor, Garth is training new recruits, and Humfrey's gone to Lys to hire sellsails. If he can winkle a proper fleet out of his whore of a sister, we can start paying back the ironmen with some of their own coin. Till then, the best we can do is guard the sound and wait for the bitch queen in King's Landing to let Lord Paxter off his leash."

Lynesse Hightower shoutout.

Lynesse was awkwardly spotlighted in Catelyn V, ASOS, so I wouldn't be surprised if she became a factor.

As for the rest of the Hightowers, all I can think about is that random story we heard in Jaime's first AFFC chapter.

"Ser Jaime, I have seen terrible things in my time," the old man said. "Wars, battles, murders most foul . . . I was a boy in Oldtown when the grey plague took half the city and three-quarters of the Citadel. Lord Hightower burned every ship in port, closed the gates, and commanded his guards to slay all those who tried to flee, be they men, women, or babes in arms. They killed him when the plague had run its course. On the very day he reopened the port, they dragged him from his horse and slit his throat, and his young son's as well. To this day the ignorant in Oldtown will spit at the sound of his name, but Quenton Hightower did what was needed. Your father was that sort of man as well. A man who did what was needed." - Jaime I, AFFC

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The bitterness of the captain's final words shocked Sam as much as the things he said. If King's Landing loses Oldtown and the Arbor, the whole realm will fall to pieces, he thought as he watched the Huntress and her sisters moving off.

Counting on it.

Someone has to assist Oldtown, but who? Cersei, Aegon, Daenerys, or Stannis.

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It has to be Horn Hill, Sam finally decided. Once we reach Oldtown I'll hire a wagon and some horses and take her there myself. That way he could make certain of the castle and its garrison, and if any part of what he saw or heard gave him pause, he could just turn around and bring Gilly back to Oldtown.

Probably what happens.

How else is he getting Heartsbane?

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Sam used the time to explain his plans to Gilly. "First the Citadel, to present Jon's letters and tell them of Maester Aemon's death. I expect the archmaesters will send a cart for his body.

It's not clear whether this happened.

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Then I will arrange for horses and a wagon to take you to my mother at Horn Hill. I will be back as soon as I can, but it may not be until the morrow."

"The morrow," she repeated, and gave him a kiss for luck.

Until the morrow. The morrow.

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"How long will you remain in port?"

"Two days, ten days, who can say? However long it takes to empty our holds and fill them again." Kojja grinned. "My father must visit the grey maesters as well. He has books to sell."

Who can say how long they'll stay? Hopefully they're still there on the morrow.

Those books* Sam brought from Castle Black get referenced in almost every single one of his chapters.

*Maester Thomax's Dragonkin, Being a History of House Targaryen from Exile to Apotheosis, with a Consideration of the Life and Death of Dragons.

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"Can Gilly stay aboard till I return?"

"Gilly can stay as long as she likes." She poked Sam in the belly with a finger. "She does not eat so much as some."

Gilly's staying aboard until he returns. On the morrow.

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The day was damp, so the cobblestones were wet and slippery underfoot, the alleys shrouded in mist and mystery. Sam avoided them as best he could and stayed on the river road that wound along beside the Honeywine through the heart of the old city.

Is that a joke about Samwell avoiding Pate's fate?

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The gates of the Citadel were flanked by a pair of towering green sphinxes with the bodies of lions, the wings of eagles, and the tails of serpents. One had a man's face, one a woman's.

Is that a joke about Sarella Sand?

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The path divided where the statue of King Daeron the First sat astride his tall stone horse, his sword lifted toward Dorne. A seagull was perched on the Young Dragon's head, and two more on the blade. Sam took the left fork, which ran beside the river.

If this fork in the road means anything, I'm not the person to tell you.

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The man glanced up and did not appear to approve of what he saw. "You smell of novice."

"I hope to be one soon." Sam drew out the letters Jon Snow had given him. "I came from the Wall with Maester Aemon, but he died during the voyage. If I could speak with the Seneschal . . ."

[...]

"How much longer will it be?"

"The Seneschal is an important man."

After minor mentions here and there, this is the first time in the series we're assaulted with the word seneschal.

I'm not done with this thought.

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"How could you tell I was of noble birth?"

"The same way you can tell that I'm half Dornish." The statement was delivered with a smile, in a soft Dornish drawl.

Sam fumbled for a penny. "Are you a novice?"

"An acolyte. Alleras, by some called Sphinx."

The name gave Sam a jolt. "The sphinx is the riddle, not the riddler," he blurted. "Do you know what that means?"

"No. Is it a riddle?"

"I wish I knew. I'm Samwell Tarly. Sam."

Could Maester Aemon have meant this Sphinx? It seems likely.

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"Well met. And what business does Samwell Tarly have with Archmaester Theobald?"

"Is he the Seneschal?" said Sam, confused. "Maester Aemon said his name was Norren."

"Not for the past two turns. There is a new one every year. They fill the office by lot from amongst the archmaesters, most of whom regard it as a thankless task that takes them away from their true work. This year the black stone was drawn by Archmaester Walgrave, but Walgrave's wits are prone to wander, so Theobald stepped up and said he'd serve his term. He's a gruff man, but a good one. Did you say Maester Aemon?"

Alright, follow me here.

No theories, just thoughts.

Every single year an archmaester serves as Seneschal of the Citadel. I checked the appendix, there's 21 archmaesters at the Citadel.

Despite all his travels, there is a possibility Marwyn has been the Seneschal of the Citadel before.

"No. Hear me, Daenerys Targaryen. The glass candles are burning. Soon comes the pale mare, and after her the others. Kraken and dark flame, lion and griffin, the sun's son and the mummer's dragon. Trust none of them. Remember the Undying. Beware the perfumed seneschal." - Daenerys II, ADWD

Unfortunately, no mention of perfume or any other scent appeared in this chapter. I'm not sold, but we'll keep Marwyn in mind.

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"Aemon Targaryen?"

"Once. Most just called him Maester Aemon. He died during our voyage south. How is it that you know of him?"

"How not? He was more than just the oldest living maester. He was the oldest man in Westeros, and lived through more history than Archmaester Perestan has ever learned. He could have told us much and more about his father's reign, and his uncle's. How old was he, do you know?"

"One hundred and two"

Weird she knows about Aemon Targaryen.

Laughing at the thought of Aemon having any good insight on his family.

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"What was he doing at sea, at his age?"

Sam chewed on the question for a moment, wondering how much he ought to say. The sphinx is the riddle, not the riddler. Could Maester Aemon have meant this Sphinx? It seemed unlikely. "Lord Commander Snow sent him away to save his life," he began, hesitantly. He spoke awkwardly of King Stannis and Melisandre of Asshai, intending to stop at that, but one thing led to another and he found himself speaking of Mance Rayder and his wildlings, king's blood and dragons, and before he knew what was happening, all the rest came spilling out; the wights at the Fist of First Men, the Other on his dead horse, the murder of the Old Bear at Craster's Keep, Gilly and their flight, Whitetree and Small Paul, Coldhands and the ravens, Jon's becoming lord commander, the Blackbird, Dareon, Braavos, the dragons Xhondo saw in Qarth, the Cinnamon Wind and all that Maester Aemon whispered toward the end. He held back only the secrets that he was sworn to keep, about Bran Stark and his companions and the babes Jon Snow had swapped. "Daenerys is the only hope," he concluded. "Aemon said the Citadel must send her a maester at once, to bring her home to Westeros before it is too late."

Yeah, let's have Samwell Tarly parroting these ideas of Daenerys being The Great White Hope. That won't blow up in his face. Or Dickon's.

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"How far do we have to go?"

"Not far. The Isle of Ravens."

They did not need a boat to reach the Isle of Ravens; a weathered wooden drawbridge linked it to the eastern bank. "The Ravenry is the oldest building at the Citadel," Alleras told him, as they crossed over the slow-flowing waters of the Honeywine. "In the Age of Heroes it was supposedly the stronghold of a pirate lord who sat here robbing ships as they came down the river."

They should rename it the Isle of Crow. Hee.

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It was cool and dim inside the castle walls. An ancient weirwood filled the yard, as it had since these stones had first been raised. The carved face on its trunk was grown over by the same purple moss that hung heavy from the tree's pale limbs. Half of the branches seemed dead, but elsewhere a few red leaves still rustled, and it was there the ravens liked to perch. The tree was full of them, and there were more in the arched windows overhead, all around the yard. The ground was speckled by their droppings. As they crossed the yard, one flapped overhead and he heard the others quorking to each other.

We've got eyes on the Citadel.

Not that it matters, Bran doesn't appear to need a tree.

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"Samwell. A new novice, come to see the Mage."

"The Citadel is not what it was," complained the blond. "They will take anything these days. Dusky dogs and Dornishmen, pig boys, cripples, cretins, and now a black-clad whale. And here I thought leviathans were grey." A half cape striped in green and gold draped one shoulder. He was very handsome, though his eyes were sly and his mouth cruel.

Sam knew him. "Leo Tyrell."

Yay, the asshole's back.

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"Are you still a craven?"

"No," lied Sam. Jon had made it a command. "I went beyond the Wall and fought in battles. They call me Sam the Slayer." He did not know why he said it. The words just tumbled out.

He owned it!

Slayers slay dragons. That's what they do. They're dragonslayers. These are the rules.

I'm working off my own, you know, karma here, because I'm George, and what's he known for? He killed the dragon, you know, come on. Come on, I was almost abolished at one point when the Catholic Church was reviewing all the saints, I was terrified that George would be abolished, because they abolish a lot of fiction, I said George is only known for killing a dragon, how can they keep him in, but they did so, that was, that was good. - George R. R. Martin

George is Sam! It is known.

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Marwyn wore a chain of many metals around his bull's neck. Save for that, he looked more like a dockside thug than a maester. His head was too big for his body, and the way it thrust forward from his shoulders, together with that slab of jaw, made him look as if he were about to tear off someone's head. Though short and squat, he was heavy in the chest and shoulders, with a round, rock-hard ale belly straining at the laces of the leather jerkin he wore in place of robes. Bristly white hair sprouted from his ears and nostrils. His brow beetled, his nose had been broken more than once, and sourleaf had stained his teeth a mottled red. He had the biggest hands that Sam had ever seen.

Um.

These are the characters that chew sourleaf:

Chett -> dead.

Emmon Frey -> going to die. duh.

Masha Heddle -> dead.

The pious dwarf -> dead.

Snatch -> sellsword introduced in ADWD.

Yoren -> dead.

Are you noticing a pattern here?

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"Call it dragonglass." Archmaester Marwyn glanced at the candle for a moment. "It burns but is not consumed."

"What feeds the flame?" asked Sam.

"What feeds a dragon's fire?" Marwyn seated himself upon a stool. "All Valyrian sorcery was rooted in blood or fire. The sorcerers of the Freehold could see across mountains, seas, and deserts with one of these glass candles. They could enter a man's dreams and give him visions, and speak to one another half a world apart, seated before their candles. Do you think that might be useful, Slayer?"

I hate these stupid candles.

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The archmaester peeled a sourleaf off a bale, shoved it in his mouth, and began to chew it.

Oh no.

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"Tell me all you told our Dornish sphinx. I know much of it and more, but some small parts may have escaped my notice."

He was not a man to be refused. Sam hesitated a moment, then told his tale again as Marywn, Alleras, and the other novice listened. "Maester Aemon believed that Daenerys Targaryen was the fulfillment of a prophecy . . . her, not Stannis, nor Prince Rhaegar, nor the princeling whose head was dashed against the wall."

That other novice is a Faceless Man, and probably not a huge fan of Valyrians or dragons.

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"Born amidst salt and smoke, beneath a bleeding star. I know the prophecy." Marwyn turned his head and spat a gob of red phlegm onto the floor. "Not that I would trust it. Gorghan of Old Ghis once wrote that a prophecy is like a treacherous woman. She takes your member in her mouth, and you moan with the pleasure of it and think, how sweet, how fine, how good this is . . . and then her teeth snap shut and your moans turn to screams. That is the nature of prophecy, said Gorghan. Prophecy will bite your prick off every time." He chewed a bit. "Still . . ."

He seems to be sensible? I don't get Marwyn.

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Alleras stepped up next to Sam. "Aemon would have gone to her if he had the strength. He wanted us to send a maester to her, to counsel her and protect her and fetch her safely home."

"Did he?" Archmaester Marwyn shrugged. "Perhaps it's good that he died before he got to Oldtown. Elsewise the grey sheep might have had to kill him, and that would have made the poor old dears wring their wrinkled hands."

"Kill him?" Sam said, shocked. "Why?"

"If I tell you, they may need to kill you too." Marywn smiled a ghastly smile, the juice of the sourleaf running red between his teeth.

Oh dear.

They wouldn't kill Maester Aemon. That's ridiculous. This whole conversation is weird.

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"Who do you think killed all the dragons the last time around? Gallant dragonslayers armed with swords?" He spat. "The world the Citadel is building has no place in it for sorcery or prophecy or glass candles, much less for dragons. Ask yourself why Aemon Targaryen was allowed to waste his life upon the Wall, when by rights he should have been raised to archmaester. His blood was why. He could not be trusted. No more than I can."

That's some world class bullshit from Marwyn. The Targaryens clearly destroyed themselves, it wasn't a society of elderly scholars. Surely he knows that. What is going on?

Loving the talk of dragonslayers killing dragons though!

The world the Citadel is building has no place in it for sorcery or prophecy or glass candles, much less for dragons.

If he has a problem with that, why is he there? Why is he encouraging Samwell to forge his chain?

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Marwyn glanced at Sam again, and frowned. "You . . . you should stay and forge your chain. If I were you, I would do it quickly. A time will come when you'll be needed on the Wall." He turned to the pasty-faced novice. "Find Slayer a dry cell. He'll sleep here, and help you tend the ravens."

Didn't happen that way on the show, but I believe him.

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"B-b-but," Sam sputtered, "the other archmaesters . . . the Seneschal . . . what should I tell them?"

"Tell them how wise and good they are. Tell them that Aemon commanded you to put yourself into their hands. Tell them that you have always dreamed that one day you might be allowed to wear the chain and serve the greater good, that service is the highest honor, and obedience the highest virtue. But say nothing of prophecies or dragons, unless you fancy poison in your porridge." Marwyn snatched a stained leather cloak off a peg near the door and tied it tight. "Sphinx, look after this one."

Am I crazy? This is nonsense, right? I refuse to believe a maester would poison a novice. If that were the case, why would they let Marwyn the Mage serve? Why would there be a Valyrian steel link for expertise in higher mysteries?

Other than Pycelle and Qyburn (who lost his links), I can't think of a single morally corrupt maester in the story, and we've met dozens. Don't even talk to me about Cressen, that was justified, okay? Lol.

Look at the people who hate maesters: Aeron Dam-phair, Qyburn, Cersei Lannister, Barbrey Dustin. That's not the side you want to be on.

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"What will you do?" asked Alleras, the Sphinx.

"Get myself to Slaver's Bay, in Aemon's place. The swan ship that delivered Slayer should serve my needs well enough. The grey sheep will send their man on a galley, I don't doubt. With fair winds I should reach her first."

[...]

"Where has he gone?" asked Sam, bewildered.

"To the docks. The Mage is not a man who believes in wasting time." Alleras smiled.

Finally, here we are.

We can only assume Gilly, Dalla's baby, Aemon's rum corpse, the horn, and the Castle Black books are still on that ship.

It's possible the ship won't set sail until the next day, and there's nothing to worry about.

It's also possible the ship left once impatient Marwyn arrived, forcing Gilly to get off, and spend a rough night alone in Oldtown.

He hoped he still remembered the way to the Citadel. Oldtown was a maze, and he had no time for getting lost.

Sam had sent Gilly out to get some, forgetting that the wildling girl had lived her whole life in sight of Craster's Keep and never seen so much as a market town. The stony maze of islands and canals that was Braavos, devoid of grass and trees and teeming with strangers who spoke to her in words she could not understand, frightened her so badly that she lost the map and soon herself. - Samwell III, AFFC

I don't know.

Side note, I never noticed Marwyn predicting the other maesters would send someone too. I wonder who?

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"I have a confession. Ours was no chance encounter, Sam. The Mage sent me to snatch you up before you spoke to Theobald. He knew that you were coming."

"How?"

Alleras nodded at the glass candle.

I suppose I can't deny they work, but I loathe most glass candle theories. I don't want to read about Leyton Hightower having a glass candle - it's stupid, and I hate it.

Maybe Quaithe has one. I don't even care.

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"There's an empty sleeping cell under mine in the west tower, with steps that lead right up to Walgrave's chambers," said the pasty-faced youth. "If you don't mind the ravens quorking, there's a good view of the Honeywine. Will that serve?"

"I suppose." He had to sleep somewhere.

"I will bring you some woolen coverlets. Stone walls turn cold at night, even here."

"My thanks." There was something about the pale, soft youth that he misliked, but he did not want to seem discourteous, so he added, "My name's not Slayer, truly. I'm Sam. Samwell Tarly."

"I'm Pate," the other said, "like the pig boy."

Prologue Pate! Strange seeing you in the first and last chapter. I thought you died.

How much do we hate Jaqen being anywhere near Samwell? Lots.

I'll trust the process.

Final thoughts:

Friends,

WE DID IT!

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I really like Alwyn. He’s such a adorable guy. When he called reader a “heifer” my heart soared, but I could relate to reader on probably not wanting to be called that. Like unless I’m dressed up in a cute cow costume don’t even compare me to a cow, 😭😭😭. And o felt that having reader now have a degradation kink is such a cool thing to do, because usually when I read about insecure readers they almost always have a degradation kink (which isn’t bad, I still like reading those) I felt when you incorporate in her character it made her unique from any other insecure reader I have read before, especially since she’s a lady and was taught to be treated like such. Also I just love that he has a build shrine for her. I can imagine how feral he will be when she’s pregnant and her after glow after being pregnant. Do you think he’ll have a lactation kink 🤔? I feel like he would do, because this man (like you don’t already know this : D) has no shame 💀. Watching her waddling around, getting a bit big for the baby (force feeding by Alwyn), I can see him wanting to throw her on the bed and have some fun under the sheets, but since she’s in such a fragile state his overprotection mode is going overdrive. It’s a constant internal struggle, she’s so sexy that he want to rough her up a bit, but she’s always pregnant with his child so he wants to handle her as if she delicate glass. And getting fucked in front his men 🫣, me personally would get embarrassed 😭😭😭. Also I felt that since they live in something kind of medieval time period I feel like they wouldn’t use words like “tits” “sexy” ( because sexy wasn’t created till the 1920s and tits were invented in the 20 century) not to be disrespectful or anything, I thought to make it better was maybe change a bit of the dialogue 🤏. I can imagine the little nicknames he would come up with for his kids, especially if it’s a girl who looked just like reader. I feel like he would make a amazing girl dad. Would praise her beauty, set high standards for any man he who has the guts to even consider approaching his little girl, spoil her, etc. I had watched this one Tiktok where this infant daughter had cried when her dad came home and didn’t immediately pick her up, so when he did she stopped crying and started to smile and laugh, it was so cute 🥰, but the mom was “wow, isn’t she just spoiled 😀” 😭😭😭. She’ll have Alwyn wrapped around her finger. I sorry I haven’t been talking to you, just I had a lot of stuff to do like school assignments and such. Hoped you like this :)

That's totally fine! You don't have to apologise, I've been a bit busy as well. Yes, I loved it!

Hehe I actually quite like the nickname heifer, I don't know why but when it's said in a kind and loving way with my, pretty or sweet in front I don't mind it. But yeah in the case of the reader she thinks it refers to looks or weight or just how some people call women cows in a nasty way so she doesn't really see his thought process behind it. To be honest, if someone called me a heifer I would have to think back on our entire relationship and conversations to make sure it was meant nicely.

Yeah, I don't mind degradation in fics either and it made more sense to me for the reader to want to be praised. She's never been praised for a lot of things in her life, especially when it comes to romantic things, so to hear all the things she's heard her sisters been called and all the things she longed to be called said to her in such a loving and awestruck way just melts her heart. I wanna stress again that Alwyn is lucky he's the first one to ever voice his attraction to the reader, he's lucky that he happened to be the first man to ask on the last day. Otherwise, the reader really would have allowed anyone who showed attraction to her to marry her (which isn't very healthy but I wanna show how desperate she is for love). Oh yeah, she's a lady! Her dad's youngest too, she might not have ever had anyone show her attraction but she has been given respect by her peers and subjects since she was born, so yeah she gets mad when Alwyn doesn't give her that.

I am debating whether to eventually have the reader get pregnant just cause I already have it written in Freddy's and I have it planned it for the Mad King's stories, and I know some people aren't comfortable with it (unlike us two :D ) and since Alwyn is my most popular story I don't want to marginalise anyone. I will probably do a short drabble on it but not have it 'canon' if some people don't want to. But!!!!! I really love the idea of it. He would have no idea what to do and yeah exactly like you said he would go to pick the reader up and then freak out and just be in this constant battle of wanting to touch the reader and then pulling away last second.

Oh boy does he have no shame! Like I said in another drabble, he is down for whatever, so if the reader was pregnant fuck yeah he would be into lactation kink. Also, I think it would quite funny cause before the baby she was his pretty heifer in his mind but now (and if he ever called her this he would be dead) she's his pretty cow.

It would make me so embarrassed too! I wasn't going to put it in but Alwyn is all about attention so it is very him to wanna do that and it turns him on knowing that his men will probably get off later to the memory of his wife's moans but knowing they can never have her.

Haha! Probably, I was torn between making it historically accurate in terms of dialogue and making it easier to read for the readers. There are places I know I slipped into modern slang and things but it was hard to come up with dialogue that flowed and didn't seem as cold. I know I did better in my mad king series but I think it's because (even though there's a shadow demon) to me that one is more historical than this one. To me this one is fantasy. But thank you for telling me! I'll have a look through it and see if I can change some things.

Alwyn would be a great girl dad! I love those thoughts and ideas! I can see him having her on his shoulders as he goes about his business around the camp and she even orders the men around with her arms crossed on top of her dad's shoulders.

Thank you for your thoughts! I loved it!!!!!! :D <3

Also to the anon! I have seen your ask but I have to rush to an exam and then work so I won't be able to answer it till tonight! But I have seen it and I love it!

Lots of love Mae xx

#autumn :)#yandere x reader #yandere #oc #mae answers #female reader #pregnancy

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throughanotherworldmsm · 9 months

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Through Another World- Chapter 3

Another chapter to my msm story. *insert tbh creature yippee*

Pandora's log! (1st September, 12000)

Gwen and I have somehow ended up in the Human World. It's a weird place and we've met this Strombonin named Hermit. I feel so bad for him- he's been stuck here for 15 years. I don't know if my sister likes him, but I hope he'll feel better now that he has us. And that Gwen will stop yelling...

We're going to help him find his Strombone. Then we'll all go home. I can get back to the Institute! When I graduate I can help monsters like Hermit. Hopefully one day everyone can be happy.

Pandora put her notebook and pen back in her bag. Good thing she always carried those. It was good to document anything important. She could look back in it years later, and hopefully it would be fun.

Gwen and Hermit were asleep on the other side of the room, layed out on the carpet and the beanbag respectiveley. Hermit's bunker thing was strange. The walls beneath the gigantic piles of weird human stuff- some of it a lot like monster stuff, and others not- were bare, white, and thick. Hermit said it was old and belonged to the humans once.

Was it just her imagination, or did Gwen shudder? No, she never shuddered in her sleep, ever. Gwen never had nightmares and almost never got sick.

Breathing deeply and calmly, she curled up in the corner, falling asleep in minutes.

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Gwen was running for her life, in some weird broken version of the Collosingum. He was chasing her. Storm killed Firecracker and he was going to kill her too. She had to run.

She looked back at the gigantic T-Rox, his heavy feet shaking the dry, dusty ground each time he took a step.

A bronze amulet clicked on his chest. That wasn't there before. There was an odd arrangement of symbols on it, but she couldn't get a good look before Storm's gaping jaws closed around their face....

"Gwen,"

The Dandidoo blinked her eyes open, remembering the previous days events and staring up at the pale, scar-covered Strombonin's yellow eyes, the bags under them visible in the slight beams of orange sunlight sweeping into the bunker.

Through the small shaft of natural light she could see the sun was just beginning to rise. It was fine, though. She got up this early anyway.

Gwen rose to her feet, groaning. The carpet was uncomfortable. She had to get back to her home where things were nice.

Pandora was still sound asleep, pressed against the wall and breathing lightly. Gwen nudged her sister awake as Hermit packed a bunch of things into a bag. Things like weapons, tools, jars of food and bottles of water, all no doubt stolen from the nearby human town.

"Oh..." Pandora stretched her wings and ruffled her feathers as she rose. "Oh! Yesterday happened! We gotta go!"

"I agree. I've got everything ready," Hermit responded. He gazed thoughtfully across the bunker. Probably saying goodbye to this messy cluttered place that looked like a rowdy monsterling's room.

She thought about the dream. It was almost exactly like the day before she was forced to leave the Collosingum, the day when everything went horribly wrong- but a corrupted reality where Storm won.

In the Collosingum, the main rule was 'Sing till one falls'. You simply had to bring your opponent to the ground, without hurting them and ESPECIALLY without killing them.

But the T-Rox she'd been put up angainst had taken it too far. And she had to do so too to defend herself. She killed him in the process, but not before the Collosingum's organiser, Firecracker the Congle, ended up dead too.

And so, the very next day she had to leave for breaking the rules. If anyone else knew she'd be thrown straight to the castle dungeons for sure.

"Gwen, are you alright? You look so distant,"

Her train of thought had been interrupted by Pandora. The unusual group of monsters had been walking for nearly an hour, with Hermit at the front with a backpack across his shoulders, constantly holding up one of those human 'gun' things and looking around for threats.

Unusual autumn smells filled her nostrils while leaves crunched under her talons. Gwen took a deep breath. "I don't trust him," she confessed quietly, whispering into her adoptive sibling's ear.

"Well, maybe you should learn to trust others," Pandora responded, the constant calm and comforting energy she had hinted in her voice. "He hasn't done anything wrong at all. Wouldn't you be acting strange too if you'd been completely alone for 15 years?"

Gwen sighed, and then winced as she bumped into Hermit's rough fur and scales.

He just scowled at her slightly, then crouched, gesturing for the two sisters to keep silent.

Gwen peered through the bushes. The area right past dipped into a river, with two small boats floating in the middle, each of them containing three humans, all of them laughing and chattering in an incomprehensible human language.

"Wait for them to leave," Hermit whispered. "We can't risk being spotted,"

"Why did you bring weapons, then? Aren't they to fight off the humans?"

"Only when they attack first or see us! It's safer to sneak past!" Hermit whisper-shouted, moving Gwen aside with his tail.

She hissed at him for suddenly touching her, staying in a stiff position with her feathers spread out.

Right as Pandora was about to calm her down, one of the humans turned their heads and pointed, causing the rest of the group to follow and begin shouting.

"NOW look what you've done!" Hermit called out.

One of the humans drew what looked like a small pocket knife and stood its ground.

Instinct took over Gwen's mind as she leaped several feet into the air, controlling the plants around and letting them contort into massive vines. She wrapped her talons around one of them and used it to bounce all the way onto the one of the boats, almost capsizing it with the sheer impact of her landing.

The humans yelped in terror, and the one with the pocket knife, a stout one with flowing blonde hair around wrapped around it's neck, slashed it's weapon at the tall Dandidoo, slicing a small cut through her chest. Gwen felt a trickle of blood running through her feathers, but she hardly cared.

Beside her, Hermit burst out of the water, looking extremley angry. That was what sent the humans running, for they all scrambled out of their boats and jumped to the nearby shore, on the other side of where the group of monsters had been standing, some of their feet trailing in the gushing riverwater as they scurried away into the tall grasses.

Gwen sat down in the boat she had just been fighting on, panting. A tiny red pool of her blood had formed on the floor, but the wound wasn't very serious, she would survive. Nearby, Hermit almost tipped over the other boat, taking up most of the space as the Strombonin climbed in.

"What was that for?!" He growled. "You could've gotten one of us killed!"

Gwen didn't respond. She didn't know how.

"Are you ok??" Pandora chattered as she landed hastily next to her sister. "That looks bad! We need to get you healed. Hermit, do you have those medical supplies?"

Hermit didn't even grumble passed Pandora a small first-aid kit.

"How do you get along with everyone?" Gwen whispered. "Even him. He's almost as bad as my boss and he doesn't hate you,"

The Tweedle explained as she gently patched Gwen's wounds. "The first thing you did was yell at him. Of course he'll be mean at first. Apologise and be nicer around him. You two will both get over it eventually,"

"Get over it?" Gwen thought about her nightmare. She clearly hadn't gotten over what happened with Storm.

"Not immidietley, of course. Even with guidance, healing takes time. But it won't happen if you don't at least take steps towards it,"

"I'd rather focus on getting out of here than getting over it,"

"We will. But to do that we have to help him, renember?"

Gwen sighed. "Alright. I'll try to talk to him niceley like you want me tonight, alright?"

"Hey, birdies," Hermit spoke out, holding an oar in each hand. "At least we got free boats out of that fiasco. Come on,"

Grabbing one oar with her beak and talon while Pandora held the other, Gwen swept it through the current, following Hermit down the river.

#msm #through another world msm #through another world #my singing monsters #msm oc #msm fanfiction

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Orion opened the letter in his barracks, he was surprised Creon even knew where he was stationed.

He stared at the letter re-reading it again and again. Surely this was a horrible joke? Surely Nehemiah hadn't demanded the both of them?!

But of course it was something their dear sister would do. He could see her look as she'd penned the letter to Creon. Her eyes like their mother's not taking a no for an answer.

He shoved the guilt, he'd tore into her 200 years ago when she'd come to see him in those cells. How dare she come here? How dare she see him like that? How dare she mate the things that they were fighting against?!

All she'd done was apologized, trying to hold his hand. He'd burned her, had spat her - said every horrible thing he could think till she'd been hysterical. Till Galan had come to drag her away and not listened when she demanded he be free to.

Perhaps their parents had told her he'd calmed down. Or that he'd wondered how she was doing. He hadn't thought it would come to this. But of course it wouldn't it? The Asteri in Midgard was the bulwark against the demons across the sea. A wall and wards seperated them but Midgard was the first line of defense.

He couldn't imagine sometimes how powerful Galan's family had to be to be the Emperor of the Asteri and keep the Council of Asteri in the Eternal City in check.

He couldn't imagine what his willful, hopeful, and beautiful sister had seen in something like Galan. He wouldn't put it past the snake to charm and keep his sister.

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Orion sipped at his beer looking at Bryce. She and Rigelus were friends right? Perhaps he'd told her and he'd at least have a friend to attend this insanity.

"Remember I told you when I had an older brother and sister high up in the government?"

He sighed and set his bottle down, rubbing at the back of his neck.

"Creon works under my sister, I suppose her specific title would be the Empress of the Asteri."

He frowned at the title and shuddered.

"I can't see it, I still can't see why she agreed to take one as a mate. Anyway, my...I suppose one of my nieces is of marrying age. She's coming to Crescent City to live here and plan Cultural events to raise money for the arts."

He played with his food, his frown more pronounced.

"According to my brother's letter she's hoping Helena and Rigelus hit it off and marry."

He rolled his eyes stabbing at his food.

"A barbaric tradition right? I mean I have no idea what Helena wants. And I can't even stomach the idea of even meeting her you know? Gods, I hope she isn't some vapid socialite."

//hehe 👀 🎶 drama 🎶//

❛ Of course I remember. ❜ She takes a sip of her milkshake. It had been years since she touched beer, or liquor. She's content enough with her double cheeseburger and strawberry milkshake to give herself any grief about it. ❛ So, you just conveniently forgot to mention the fact that by "high up" in the government you meant the actual Empress of the Asteri. Fuck. ❜

She's in the middle of a bite of her burger, until she hears Rigs name and her chest tightens. The food instantly becomes dry as she struggles to swallow the news. ❛ — The patriarchy, huh? ❜ Did Rig even want to marry this Helena? Did Bryce even have any right to feel... jealous? And now they were both coming here?

❛ Well, let's not forget you also thought I was a vapid party girl and look at us now! The best of friends! ❜ It's a poor attempt at a joke as her mind reels from the revelation and she pairs it with an exaggerated smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. She shrugs, her voice quieter. ❛ Maybe this Helena will surprise you, Hunt. ❜ As far as Bryce is concerned, she hopes she won't run into her at all.

#siderealxmelody #≺ bryce quinlan. * threads. ≻

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I know i said i wouldnt waste any more words on him but this morning im indulging.

It's cloudy and rainy in LA today. When I imagined being older - well first off I didn't think it would take me till my thirties to finally feel semi-securely independent- but as a kid I always saw myself living and working in Seattle (home) with the glossy wet streets and constant smell of damp pine needles. So I guess when I get even a little sense of that...it feels like some sort of accomplishment I didn't even recognize I was searching for? The mist at the seaport did the same. I didn't even bring a coat with me, I was wandering around the village in my goofy sailing ship sweater and 4 inch heels, probably standing out like a sore thumb. But you couldn't get me to get off those beautiful ships just because of a little rain. One of the volunteers I was chatting up was so amused by my refusal to stay dry she actually gave me her umbrella to use while she hid under the ship's eaves.

And Oh, the rain the greenery the clouds reminded me of that little island off vancouver island that i fell so much in love with while working there for a week. Where I went running on rocky beaches, and took my cool down sitting on a driftwood throne, and kept thinking about how i wanted to take nick out of land locked pittsburgh and get him out here to the pacific northwest and keep him. That was back when we were still doing our friends-with-benefits/lovers(?) thing, and eight years ago sounds like forever but it felt like no time at all when I saw him walking across the gravel hill in the port. (I keep reminding myself that he never called me once while he was in Seattle)(I thought about him constantly whenever I was there...and that was obviously not reciprocated).

But look, we met on one of my more miserable thanksgivings when I was headed down the treacherously tall front steps of his sister's pittsburgh north side house, and he was headed up with an arm load of pies. And all he had to do was fucking smile at me (and then later when I came back from my office around 2am to find him sitting on the floor of the kitchen eating pie, and I perched on the bar stool and we talked for three hours, and he kept smiling and smiling and smiling up at me like I was something special).

He smiled at me again when I unexpectedly saw him at the seaport. He did NOT tell me the bad weather meant he was no longer aboard whatever ship he had been supposed to be on. He had not responded to any of my texts about how I and a friend were making the trip anyway. And he must have overhead me bitterly complaining to my friend that I hated how much I loved this place because I wanted to see it, hate it, and be able to forget about him. So his smile was a little strained, I think.

I wish I had taken photos of his office. It was up this long flight of cavernous wood steps covered in hanging seafaring paraphernalia in a wooden building over a century old. And at the top, in his little room - also covered in ship building paraphernalia, he offered me a seat. But instead of sitting in the arm chair I pulled out a nearby stool so I could perch as close to his desk as possible. And to the left of me was this beautiful old glass window. So when looking at him got to be too much, i could stare out at the ships.

Cause looking at him was the same, like no time had passed, and it was weird and terrifying because of how unexpected that was. He could still lift me off my feet in a hug like it was easy, and the minute we touched I still didn't want to let go. Kissing was a little scarier than it used to be, but that was my fault for having retreated back into my shell during the pandemic. But between kisses, while we were still stuck together like magnets, I definitely kept babbling about how much I already loved this place, and how my job was all on the computer, and technically I could work remote anywhere I chose, and he was definitely encouraging it.

And I'm not stupid, I promise. I know that if I up and moved to small town rhode island nick would get tired of me within a week, and it would be a disaster and all fall apart. I know this has always been my lovestory and for him its something else entirely. But oh my god that office overlooking the ships, with his big blue eyes looking at me from across a desk that he utterly belonged in...that could be a fantasy.

(the best thanksgiving of my life was him and me alone in a cabin in the laurel highlands, taking his truck out in the snow and exploring the woods)(he baked me mac n cheese)(if i do have a type its: ‘can cook well’)(but im also awkwardly aware that my bar for ‘best’ is so low, that surely he's had better, and this is all one sided).

I've dated other people since, obviously, and they've been wonderful, but no one ever felt like ‘home’ like he did. And it alarmed me that the same feeling remained even after not seeing each other in person for six ish years. Sometimes it scares me that I won't ever find that again. Especially getting older, and getting all of society's messaging that I'm basically undesirable and worthless at this point. And I also sometimes wonder what it means that I could feel that way about someone who doesn't feel the same way back, and maybe that means this feeling is wrong somehow. But I don't even know what this feeling is, thats so strong it compells me to drive over eight hours not even expecting to see him but just to see the misty seaport that has held this previously nomadic ski bum/sailor/new yorker down for more than a year.

I'm not going to think about it deeper than I already have. I have come to him so much over the years. Maybe if he finally comes to LA for a bit. Maybe then. But oh my god there's a huge chunk of me that longs to sit in that office, watching the ships and him, until I get my fill of it, whenver that might be.

#Journal shit

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amirajones · 1 year

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The Princess and the runaway Princess pt. 11

I wondered what exactly we would talk about. He had me up against a tree so I couldn't run from this talk. I'm used to talks like this in fact I smiled at him.

"ok luv, why didn't you tell me sooner?" Killian asked

My smile faded and I sighed "I freaked out, I wanted to tell you. I couldn't form the words to say it and I was scared." Amira said

"scared? luv why were you scared?" Killian said

"I worried that if I said anything you'd kick me out. leave me on land." Amira said

Saying my fears was hard but I noticed he had an understanding look. I wondered what he was thinking in truth. So imagine my surprise when he pulled me close and hugged me. tears that I didn't even know were coming left my eyes as I hugged him.

"You should of just told me. I would never leave you behind your one of my crew but you're very special to me luv." Killian said

I knew it was probably silly, I know things were bad and I'd came back for him. I left the crew to defend themselves so I could find him. More then what Smee would of done, and Smee is the Captains first mate. Killian kissed me and I returned the kiss smiling at him.

"go on ahead Amira. I'll find you again, you know I'll always find you luv." Killian said

"I know." Amira said

I left with my sister and the rest of them. leaving him behind to face Cora wasn't ideal but he'd made an agreement with her. I watched then afterwards as a took turns sleeping. Aurora woke up screaming since there was much danger ahead of us but she'd previously been under a sleeping curse something I wouldn't know about since I never been under one. So when she screamed and awoke it meant she'd relived the place being under the curse had out her. We needed a way to stop Cora, I knew that much so we didn't have much time. Though when we traveled to get poppy seeds for Snow to go under Aurora was taken in the travel. Cora made contact with us with her demands clear I and the Compass had to be handed over.

'of course she uses me. I'm important to Killian with the child." Amira thought

"we have to hand her and the Compass over to Aurora." Mulan insisted

"this is my sister, I certainly will not just hand her over to Cora!" Snow said

We eventually made it to the land of poppy flowers grew. I watched as Mulan crushed it up with her sword seeing that Snow went under the moment she inhaled it. So waiting wasn't easy and I'm not exactly patient but what pirate is?

Mulan grabbed me at a certain point with the Compass making her way to exchange me and the compass for Aurora's life. Snow stopped Mulan by tackling her.

"you're not handing over the Compass or my sister!" Snow said

Before they got in a fight, Aurora suddenly showed up. I was surprised to see Cora freed her and I think everyone else was as well. Though I had a feeling Cora didn't do it.

"how did you get free?" Amira asked

"It was Hook, he let me go. He also sent me with a message for you Amira and one for Emma." Aurora said

"A message?" Amira asked

"he said to tell Emma the deal stands." Aurora said looking at Emma and she smiled at Amira "for you he said he'll see you soon. I can tell he really loves you."

"yeah..about that. I may of just like told him something big so he's protective of me." Amira said

We started to head to the place, the dungen i'd never visited ever. Like literally Snow must of had it added with the dwarves. Aurora walked beside me and needless to say I could say something was..off. This Princess hated me in the beginning.

"so what was the big news you told hook?" Aurora asked

"if it's all the same I'm not comfortable being public with it. I still felt bad I couldn't tell him before the curse." Amira said with a slight laugh but I knew Cora knew.

"it's something clearly important." Aurora said

"well uh as long as you don't tell anyone till like I'm ready to share it with them. Before Reginaa curse I figured out I was..well am..carrying a baby." Amira said

Mulan seemed to over hear that and briefly looked at us "then that is why she wanted you, for Hook."

It didn't matter where I was, In my heart I knew Killian wouldn't let Cora lay a hand on me. The only reason he wanted me was to make sure we went back to Storybrooke together. He could work on getting his revenge and watch me as each month went by. The men were probably freaking out back in Storybrooke without either of us but I didn't care. In truth the time seemed to go by fast as we made it to the cell. We all walked in checking for the ink, I didn't pay much attention to my sister or Emma at the time nor did I know what was to come.

"I found something." Aurora said

"what is it? is it a message?" Emma asked

"I think it is. for you." Aurora said handing it to Emma and as we looked we noticed it was Emma's name written many times.

"wow he obsessed." Amira said

Aurora suddenly threw a rock at what kept the cell open and everyone ran to the door but it was done.

"Aurora why?" Amira asked

"helping me." Cora said

As I looked at Cora she made a motion with her hand, suddenly I and the Compass were outside the cell. Killian took my hand pulling me to him as I looked back to my sister and Emma. The other two didn't mean anything to me but my family did.

"Amira!" Snow said

"No. the compass." Emma said trying to break the bars

"don't worry Emma, Selena is safe." Killian assured my niece

"we couldn't of done it without Aurora." Cora said as everyone questioned how could she but Cora showed the heart

"you took her heart?" Amira asked

"Actually I did. It was a gift." Killian said

After hearing that I pushed him away, how could he do such a thing? Maybe it was an act infront of Cora but I knew better. Cora didn't seem to like it so she knocked me out with her magic from behind.

"Ami!" Snow said

"your sister belongs to hook. She swore loyalty to her captain." Cora said

Killian picked my unconscious self up. Taking me with him as he left with Cora now they had everything they needed, at least what they originally needed. I was just pulled into it cause of being there to find him.

I woke sometime between the walk to where we were going and Rumple's old Cell. Seeing I was awake he adjusted me so I was on his back, in truth I wasn't happy he did that but Cora was a wicked woman.

"I see your awake Amira." Cora said

"Selena was trained by me Cora. She's been knocked out a few times nothing I couldn't help her learn to bounce back from." Killian said

"why do you call her Selena?" Cora asked

"She came to my ship under the name Selena Marriot. Only I knew the truth, surely she's made herself as a choice to take my first Mates spot as she pays attention a bit more than he does." Killian said

'did he just say I could replace Smee as first mate? No, I had to of heard that wrong.' Amira thought

"where are we going?" Killian asked Cora

"Lake Nostos. The legends says it's waters hold the power to restore what was once lost." Cora said

I merely layed my head on his shoulder knowing I didn't have any say about being brought along. surprising he could carry me like this but then i probably wasn't anything compared to all those rum barrells he used to carry. I had been quiet since they'd brought me along but still his warmth felt nice as we made it and the place was empty.

"I may be a simple pirate but lakes have water." Killian said

Cora made a move of her wrist seeing that the water showed up. I hadn't noticed till now that he had the bean I noticed on the giant. One that didn't have any power but was once magical.

"you stole that." Amira said

"Natuarally. Call it plan B." Killian said to Amira

He kneeled down and let me on my feet. "bringing me along was a bad idea. The wardrobe from what I know only allowed two with Emma." Amira said

"well my dear you just better stay close." Cora said "Now hook the ashes."

I watched seeing that he poured the wardrobe ashes in the water. Cora lifted the Compass up for us to touch and when we went to an arrow hit it. Looking on the other side of the water was Snow and Emma.

"we're going to take use it to go home." Snow said

The fight well do I need to go into details. Emma was trying to fight Killian but I knew she was no match. I trained with him personally and looking over seeing Mulan use her sword to fight Cora. I worried when the satchel was about to go in the portal but Killian got it.

"I may be a pirate,but I bristle the thought of a woman losing her heart." Killian said tossing the satchel to Milan then he pulled me close as he said the last part "unless it's over me."

"sorry Captain" Amira said as I pulled out my sword and distanced myself from him.

"you're going to fight me? The one you love." Killian asked me

"call it a test on my skills." Amira said

Our swords clashed and I didn't let up, Snow needed backup and I couldn't just stand by being toyed with.

"Good Form Selena but not good enough." Killian said as he made a slight move and I landed on my back.

"well look at you, there's quite a few activities you and I quite enjoy with you this way." he said leaning down by me and I smiled "find me when you're not near Cora." Amira said as I pushed him back up.

Once Snow and Emma had the Compass I was sure I'd be left behind but Snow grabbed me toward them having me hold on.

"Snow wait it may not work." Amira said

"have Hope." Snow said

I Knew Killian had a back up plan so I jumped with them. I can't exactly tell you but we all made it back to Storybrooke through a well. I Went straight home without a word to anyone as I slept.

It probably wasn't much longer but The Jolly Roger was heading for Storybrooke so he used his Plan B.

'I'll find you Amira' Killian thought

#once upon a time #once upon a time fanfic #fanfic #colin o'donoghue #killian jones #killian jones x reader #amira white #Selena Marriot #Killian Jones x Amira White

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Wrote this on stream and was pretty proud of it, so here you go.

Prompt (Via the Armsmaster Random Excuse Generator): I'm a victim of crime. I'm here to complain that my sister has been asked on a date by a member of the League of Door to Door Salesmen.

Some days, I wondered why I ever thought working for the GPO was a good idea. More than likely, it was because I had powers and, well, obviously someone who has powers should join up with the heroes if they have any shred of decency. As those old ads said, it was the only decent thing to do.

Even if your power is being able to change the color of objects with a touch.

Yeah, as you can imagine, I wasn’t exactly much of a combatant. Or a support unit. Really, in practice, I was just some underpaid desk jockey.

And if the field workers thought that excluded me from experiencing the weirdest the city had to offer they were damn wrong.

It was about 3:20PM, on a Sunday. To the field-working heroes, Sunday tended to be less stressful than most days. There weren’t as many newly established villains on Sunday, and a few of the regulars weren’t as active. Probably because they weren’t so damn stressed from their day job. You wouldn’t believe how many folks decide to become villains because they’re pushed too far at work.

So yeah, not as much insanity for the field workers. For me, though? It was the opposite. Sunday afternoon seemed to bring in everyone who had some minor complaint that they deemed worthy enough to be sent to the superheroes to deal with. And to be fair, sometimes it was valid. Money going missing from the till and also the wallet of every worker at the fast food stop? That wasn’t something the heroes would notice, but it’s still probably the work of a Powered. Seeing ghosts in town wasn’t always caused by something supernatural, but when it was, the sooner it was rooted out the better.

Here’s the thing though. Those times when the problem is a valid concern? They happen all days of the week. Sure, it’s a bit more frequent on Sunday, but that’s to be expected, some people don’t realize that their problem could be serious enough to warrant immediate attention.

The problem is that the flipside is also true. There are some people who just don’t understand that their problem is just too mundane for the heroes to be bothered with. Honest to god, I had someone barge in insisting that a hero come and help them because their house was too messy. Twice. With different people.

And it always seemed to happen on the weekends. When they had enough energy to bitch to someone they believed was obligated to help them with every single inconvenience they were suffering.

I waved off a woman whose dog had gone missing after telling her I’d forward the issue to Fauna. (I would have to do that eventually, too, since Fauna was one of the few heroes who worked on street level, and the Houndmaster had broken out of containment recently. Goddamn animal villains.) I tapped the mic. “Next.”

A young woman walked forward. She had brown hair, and an all-too-perfect face, the kind that scream that they used makeup and claimed it was all natural. Heck, I could see spots on their face where their skin was a slightly different color, way too sudden a change for it to be a natural skin condition or something. It always bugged me how nobody seemed to notice those discrepancies.

“I’m here to report a crime,” the woman said. Her voice was forceful, not in the way that suggests experience, but rather in a way that suggests stubbornness.

I nodded dutifully, putting on my customer service smile. “Alright then, can you describe what happened to you?”

“Not to me,” the woman replied. “To my sister.”

“Okay, what happened then?”

“Yesterday, my sister was asked on a date I was watching from the second story window, and I recognized the uniform the person was wearing.”

I nodded. This might actually be serious, though I wasn’t so sure. Most henchmen weren’t actually all that bad, and the few that would do something untoward to this woman’s sister wouldn’t do it in full uniform. That kind of thing tends to reflect badly on their boss.

Except for Cupid’s crew. Honestly, fuck Cupid.

“So then,” I said moving my mouse to the “Cupid’s done it a-fricking-gain” button, “Can you tell me who that uniform belonged to?”

“The League of Door-to-Door Salesmen.”

My mind screeched to a halt. “Come again?”

“The woman who asked my sister out was wearing the—”

“No, I heard you there.” I could feel a headache starting to come on. “But… why exactly is this a problem?”

“What do you mean, why is this a problem?” The woman huffed. “Isn’t this your job? Dealing with villainous organizations intruding on normal people’s lives?”

I rubbed my forehead. There were so many things wrong with that statement. “Look, miss…”

“Karin Larisse.”

Of course her name was Karin. “Mrs. Larisse, the League of Door-to-Door Salesmen aren’t considered villains, legally.” Or publicly. Or at all, aside from a few moral absolutists. “Unless this woman has done something more nefarious to your sister, I’m going to have to ask you to move so I can keep the line moving.

Apparently, Mrs. Larisse did not think this was the right answer. “Why you—I demand to see your manager!”

Of course. “Just a moment, then.” I dialed up PR. After a bit, I got a response. “Hey Cam, what’s up?”

“Hey Erika, we’ve got a woman here with a case 41-G.” That sounded serious, but it really wasn’t. 41 stood for ‘overprotective family member’, while G signified someone attributing villainy to a neutral party. Any code that ended with 1 or 0 wasn’t serious. It was a nice, efficient way to sort the actual issues from those who were just blowing things out of proportion.

“Oh, a 41-G? Who’s getting accused this time?”

“A member of the League of Door-to-Door salesmen,” I replied, trying not to flinch at the resulting laughter.

Eventually, Erika managed to calm down. “Alright, I-I’ll send someone in to rescue you, alright? Just have them sit in chair 105 and hang tight.” She snickered a bit. “They seriously think the League of Door-to-Door Annoyances is a threat?”

“Yep. I’ll give the details later, alright?”

“Okay, g’bye.”

“Bye.” I hung up the phone and turned to Mrs. Larisse. “Alright then, just sit in chair 105, someone will be with you shortly.”

“Finally,” she huffed, stomping off. I sighed and leaned back in my seat, stretching a bit before tapping the mike. “Next.”

Really, it was just another Sunday at the GPO help desk.

#writing #my writing #streaming

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luckydragon10 · 2 years

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P&P Chapters 50 and 51

(Chapters 48 and 49)

Sentimeter check: no movement.

Lizzy is at +10.

Darcy is at -5. (Darcy who? He doesn't go here.)

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Chapter 50

He would scarcely be ten pounds a year the loser by the hundred that was to be paid them; for, what with her board and pocket allowance, and the continual presents in money which passed to her through her mother’s hands, Lydia’s expenses had been very little within that sum.

PFFT. The cost of Lydia. I imagine she's not going to get such an allowance anymore.

It was a fortnight since Mrs. Bennet had been downstairs; but on this happy day she again took her seat at the head of her table, and in spirits oppressively high.

"spirits oppressively high" PFFFT. Madam Histrionics strikes again.

She became jealous of his esteem, when she could no longer hope to be benefited by it.

Very good line.

I'll admit, though, that I'm less interested in the Lizzy-Darcy situation than I am in Lydia's. If I have to weigh which one seems more dire and hopeless, Lydia's is just so much more dramatic.

(Lizzy thinking about Darcy) It was an union that must have been to the advantage of both; by her ease and liveliness, his mind might have been softened, his manners improved; and from his judgement, information, and knowledge of the world, she must have received benefit of greater importance.

Well, Lizzy's not wrong. It is a good match. But I'm still holding a grudge against Darcy until the Jane-Bingley situation (that he stuck his nose into) gets a resolution.

Meanwhile, Wicky is, so far, getting away with everything but murder. Good gravy. What a mess.

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Chapter 51

(Lydia) She turned from sister to sister, demanding their congratulations; and when at length they all sat down, looked eagerly round the room, took notice of some little alteration in it, and observed, with a laugh, that it was a great while since she had been there.

How long until reality sets in? *checks watch*

I still think it would be amazing to see Lydia played as so many other things than what the story seems to present her as. I wanna get into the story and twist it just a little.

Lydia: "Good gracious! when I went away, I am sure I had no more idea of being married till I came back again! though I thought it would be very good fun if I was.”

See! SEE! This is why I want Lydia played as vicious or vengeful. Oh my gosh, wow, it's like she just stabbed everyone in the room.

She then joined them soon enough to see Lydia, with anxious parade, walk up to her mother’s right hand, and hear her say to her eldest sister, “Ah! Jane, I take your place now, and you must go lower, because I am a married woman.”

Wait, wait, IS she actually vicious? Please let all the airheadedness be an act, and everything you've done out of spite. That would be so good.

“I thank you for my share of the favour,” said Elizabeth; “but I do not particularly like your way of getting husbands.”

Have 5 points for that, Lizzy.

Lydia: "However, I recollected afterwards that if he had been prevented going, the wedding need not be put off, for Mr. Darcy might have done as well.”

Ah, Mr. Darcy's back in the story again. Hallo there.

Wow, not much left to go now, just ten more chapters.

(Chapters 52 and 53)

#nemi reads p&p #pride and predujice #chapters 50 and 51

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ratbimboy · 2 years

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Amandine story idea

Tw: Mention of death Also brain worms are doing they thing so imma type about this here Amandine had to die before she became a goddess so I thought why not she die during the event of her running away from her family since this is a big part of her story I am writing I hate to do it to my baby like this but here we go:

She gets into a confrontation with the guy she likes as he has been using her the entire time and she gets fed up. So after this he tells her his true intentions to take the plant bud given to her by the goddess who has basically been raising her; she runs and he tries to attack her. So in self defense she curses him not on purpose of course. He starts to go pale as he looks sickly passing out. She runs to her sister with her clothes torn and obvious signs of a struggle present. She tells her what’s happened and takes her to him hoping she can help but she grins screaming that Amandine’s tried to murder the boy.

She looks at her in horror as the town people begin to rush there as she runs as fast as she can towards the forest, the forest itself protecting her the best it can. They come through setting things on fire trying to find her soon catching up to her. She can’t allow this because the forest did something wrong and she makes a decision putting the bud in the trees out of harm's way. She runs and runs till she’s back out of the forest making sure they follow her as she runs to the cliff. Underneath it the roaring sea though she may be able to swim it she knows with the rocks she won't be so lucky. The villagers surround her sister at the forefront as they begin to charge at her as she tries to explain. It’s no use though as her sister pushes her off as she falls down closing her eyes knowing her fate. Then she wakes looking around as she sees she’s in the forest but how? She had just been falling from the cliff had she not?

She then heard the familiar voice of the goddess now standing in front of her “Amandine my kind child your awake” she says as she gives her hand to her. Amandine takes it as she looks confused “Goddess where am I and why am I not dead..” she asks as the goddess smiles. “You are technically dead, yes but reborn” she explains. Amandine, even more confused, asked the goddess “how?” as the goddess gives her a warm fond smile. “Amandine you have proven that you will be able to take your place amongst me and the other goddess as you have not only protected the bud given to you” she states “But you have taken care of this forest better than I could have even imagined”. “Your selfness knows no bounds for you didn't let the forest be harmed in your escape even though they did try” Amandine blink still quite confused.

“I don’t understand goddess…” she said as she looked at her she knew she had mentioned her being a good goddess, one who would far surpass her. “I have revived you as a goddess amandine in the 15 years I have raised you, guided you, and watched you grow into the beautiful woman you are today”. She says as she caresses her cheek “I am passing the torch to you my beautiful little Azalea” she says as Amandine teared up. Even if she hadn’t realized the goddess had done something that meant more than anything for her to entrust her with such a responsibility.

This was something she had dreamed of since she saw the amazing things the goddess had done for the forest. She wanted to bring great things to the world and help take care of the many creatures she had seen the goddess helped protect. She knew it was a big responsibility but she knew that she was ready she had to work hard to show she was capable even if her family didn’t see it. She cried “Goddess thank you so much” she sobbed as she hugged her Amandine crying into her embrace.

As she hugged her “No reason to thank me you have earned it and shown me you are ready” she says smiling as Amandine wipes her face. The goddess smiles down at her as she kisses her head “Now Amandine I will have to go soon for now though I know that I love you so so much and I am so glad to have met you and got to be the mother I could to you” She states as she begins to fade. Amandine cries harder as she hugs her until she has completely disappeared. Amandine looks around as she notices the forest has already welcomed her; she smiles as she realizes what she must do. She stalks her way out of the forest as it is today as she sees the village is up and bustling. They see her as they begin to draw their weapons but she doesn’t even flinch as she walks on to the home of the boy she's cursed.

She knocks as his parents open it cursing and looking frightened as she asks to see their son which at first they say no but she insists. They give in, letting her in as she goes to him touching his head as she heals the affliction. “Heed my warning” she states “This is the last favor i shall give you but if he is to ever touch me again he will not be seen again” she says leaving. They cry and sob over their son as he regains consciousness as she goes to her family's home she knocks her sister coming to the door. She looks in horror about speaking before she stops her “Don't say anything to me…i want to not hear you after the things you have done” she states “I will only say you don't need worry about me for i will never come around you again” she states.

“But i will leave you with this” she says as she grabs her hair as she slices her haid through it as it cuts her beautiful long hair. “This is to show I am no longer bound to you for I will have a new life with this weight of my old life gone” she shoves it to her as she leaves. She gets to the edge of the village and through the forest as she looks out to the world she is now gonna see. She smiles as she walks her now shorter hair softly blows in the wind her new journey begins.

And that's what i got so far though its kinda a jumble since its kinda just a concept atm also this is when Amandine is 20 so its 10 years before where she is age wise now.

#aesopsbesopping💀💀#aesopsrambles #aesopsoc #aesops blorbos #aesopswritingprojects #sorry this is a long post #very very rough draft #brain worms #go buuuur

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