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bitletsanddrabbles · 1 year

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The Gift Reflects the Giver

Since I did Valentine’s Day fiction last Christmas for @alex51324 ‘s Island of the Gays, I decided I should do Christmas for Valentine’s Day. Got an idea all thought up...made a false start...or two...and then burned out on writing for ages.

It being Christmas time again and me being stuck at home for the day (It’s raining! IT’S RAINING! Go little rain drops! Melt that ice!) I decided it was a good time to write it.

This probably won’t actually go up on Ao3 for Christmas...at least not the first day. Might get it up before the 12th, we’ll see. I need to read back over the Island and see if I can’t get Mr. Braceridge sounding more...well...himself. Turns out it’s kinda hard to write from his PoV and still have him sound right. But for now, Merry Christmas, everyone.

John looked around the cottage’s parlour, frowning. The place looked as festive as one could ask, but there was something missing. Much of the village had gone out gathering greens for decorating. Timothy had been kept at home by his rheumatism, John had eagerly lead the party, pointing out which plants had weak branches that could be sacrificed for the cause, which were too young and should be left alone, and which plants - namely ivy - were invasive weeds that didn’t belong but which somehow kept making their way to the island and could be ruthlessly harvested for the season. Berries had been added to the collection and strung on strings for garlands. John and Timothy had gotten their fair share of these and they were now strewn artistically around the room. An empty bird’s nest from the barn perched on a particularly sturdy set of boughs, for luck.

Timothy had proclaimed it perfect, but there was something missing…

“We need a tree.”

Timothy looked up from where he was working on notes for the coming Sunday’s sermon. “We do not need a tree, John.”

John turned his frown on his husband. “But it’s tradition! Surely you want one.”

“I’m happy with the room the way it is,” Timothy informed him, setting down his pen. “Besides, if we get a tree, other couples will want one too. We can’t afford to chop down that many, especially the conifers. Alders, perhaps, but alders don’t make very good Christmas trees, even if you could find one that would fit in here.”

“If you say so,” John muttered, turning back to his examination of the room.

“I do.”

John let the subject drop, but despite the other man’s assurances, he couldn’t bring himself to believe his husband wouldn’t be happier with a tree. He looked at the time and shook his head. “Ah well, time for me to get started on the stew, I suppose.”

Timothy had gone back to his sermon notes. Without looking up he said, “It’s raining cats and dogs outside, so cook it in here or you’ll catch your death.”

“Yes, dear.”

The tobacconists shop had a shipment of mistletoe shipped over from the mainland, since unlike the ivy it hadn’t made its way over. Fitzroy had also gotten in a selection of Christmas cards and ornaments, which other island residents had purchased for hanging off the greens they’d gathered. After a boat shipment had brought over a collection of ornaments from Brancaster castle, specially requested from Lord Hexham from some cousin he had on the mainland, John could stand it no longer.

If the Marquess was surprised to find the former scout master on his doorstep, he hid it well, simply inviting the other man in and offering him a cup of tea.

“I wouldn’t say no,” John replied, taking in the interior of the other man’s cottage. It was certainly well turned out, and far more glamorous than his own home, although John privately thought he preferred the strings of berries to the glittering gold and silver of Lord Hexham’s ornaments. At the other man’s gesture he took a seat in what proved to be a very comfortable wingback chair as Lord Hexham placed the order for tea with his butler. John didn’t think a cottage this size really needed a butler, but it did, he suppose, provide employment for at least one of the villages residents.

“Right then,” the Marquess settled himself in another chair, which was a completely different design than the one John occupied, but no less elegant. “What can I do for you, Mr. Braceridge?”

“Well, it’s like this,” John explained, frowning, trying to gage the best approach to his request. “I think Timothy would like a Christmas tree. I know,” he added hastily, “we’ve never had one before. Everyone’s said that, including Timothy.” He had, by this point, broached the subject with several other members of the community and run up against just that protest. “But I can’t help feeling that he’d be happier if he did.”

“Alright,” the other man replied, frowning slightly. “Er, has he said he’d like a tree?”

“He hasn’t, but that’s because there are so many reasons not to get one. Lack of room in the cottage, lack of proper trees…they’re all good points, but the don’t mean he wouldn’t like a tree.”

Lord Hexham didn’t look overly convinced, but he didn’t interrupt.

“But I’ve been thinking and there’s that spruce just off the cricket pitch, between it and the church, that’s not too large -”

Here Lord Hexham did cut him off. “I say, old thing, I’m not overly familiar with Father Timothy, and I’d certainly not imply that you don’t know your own husband better than I do, but I can’t see him smiling on the idea of cutting down a village land mark like that. More to the point, I can’t see anyone else smiling on the idea either.”

“Oh, no, of course not!” John hurried to assure him. The thought honestly hadn’t crossed his mind. He wasn’t certain whether Timothy would disown him, skin him like a hare, or simply write a year’s worth of very cross sermons, but none of them bore thinking about. “No, I had something else in mind completely. Still, I’d like it to be a surprise, and so I’d need help pulling it off…”

John was up and out of bed early enough on Christmas morning to have the tea brewed before he heard Timothy stir. He quickly poured a cup, added the cream, and made his way into the bedroom where his husband was just blinking awake.

“Heavens, you’re up early,” the other man noted in a groggy sort of manner, propping himself up on the pillows and reaching for the offered beverage. “Thank you.”

“I couldn’t sleep,” John explained, trying to make it sound off handed, as if he’d simply suffered from a bit of insomnia rather than being too excited to lie still any longer. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas.” Timothy smiled at him over the rim of his cup. “Did you make breakfast too?”

John shook his head. They normally made breakfast together for Christmas, instead of the meal being made by whoever was up first, and he wasn’t about to break that tradition. Then he admitted, “No, but I did get the eggs laid out and the pan ready and sliced the bacon, so that’s ready to go.”

Timothy gave a little laugh of surprise. “Gracious, and here I am lounging around in bed! I should get up so we can get started on the cooking.”

“No, no, you have a lie in,” John protested. “It’s Christmas and you’ve been busy. I’ll just get myself a cup and come sit with you.” Before his husband could reply, he ducked back out and went to pour himself a cuppa’. While he was in the kitchen, he sporadically checked the weather again. Not that it would hurt if it was raining - and would be quite picturesque if it was snowing - but he was quite pleased to discover it was still dry, if overcast. That would allow for good visibility. Armed with his tea and a triumphant smile, he headed back into the bedroom. “Weather’s looking good for caroling later,” he announced, settling himself on his side of the bed. Caroling was one of Timothy’s annual projects, although since most of the village came along the actual door-to-door part was rather short. It ended with everyone in the parish hall having a general sing along and good time.

“Good,” Timothy sighed. “Not that I mind the snow, but it will be nice not to have my rheumatism acting up. And rain just isn’t very festive.”

“Not very, no.” The two of them drank their tea in companionable silence. John thought he did a very good job of acting natural through the whole thing, as if he wasn’t dying to suggest that Tim get up and dressed and they go make breakfast and that Tim look out the window…

Finally, after what seemed twice as long as normal, Timothy set his cup aside with a sigh. “That was a wonderful start to the day,” he smiled up at his husband, “thank you, dear.” With a stretch, he pushed back the covers and swung himself out of bed.

“It was no problem,” John assured him. “None at all. Christmas deserves something a little bit special, doesn’t it?”

“It does.”

John waited as patiently as he was able for his husband to get up and dressed, which wasn’t very patiently at all. In fact, he left after a couple of minutes to putter around in the kitchen and check out the window. It might have been his imagination, but it seemed like the overcast had lifted a little, making the world lighter and the scenery more visible. He smiled, then stoked the stove, got the lard ready, and pulled out the remaining kitchen utensils.

Timothy walked into the kitchen to find everything ready and waiting. He gave his husband a puzzled smile. “Are you particularly hungry today, dear?”

“I wouldn’t say that,” John smiled. “More that I’m invigorated. Ready for the Christmas festivities to begin.”

Still looking bemused, Timothy went over and looked out the window, clearly checking the weather.

John held his breath.

The other man blinked once. Twice. Then, without turning from the window, asked, “John?”

“Mm?”

“Are there berry strings on the spruce?”

Slowly, careful not to rush or betray any signs of excitement, John slid over to the window.

“And, are those ornaments?”

Unable to contain his excitement anymore, John grinned from ear to ear and slipped an arm around his husband’s waist. “Merry Christmas.”

Timothy laughed, shaking his head. “How did you manage it? You were inside all night, I know. It’s cold enough I’d have felt if you got up.”

It was true, the one down side of the whole project had been that he hadn’t been able to help decorate. That would be fixed next year. “I was, yes. It was supposed to be a surprise, after all! I asked Lord Hexham, as one of our foremost citizens, if he’d take control of the organizing the thing. He got some of the lads, not sure which ones, to slip out with lanterns after we’d turned in last night, and dress it up.”

“So that’s why you were in such a hurry to get to bed!”

“I was thinking we could make it an annual tradition,” John continued. He could see future trees in his minds eye as he spoke. “Since there aren’t enough trees for everyone to have their own, I thought we could have a community tree. Lord Hexham has already donated some ornaments, along with a few other people, but I thought we could have everyone donate something each year. Maybe have Bill Thorn teach people how to carve their own. That way it would really be our tree. What do you think?”

By now Timothy had turned and was watching him with a warm, if perhaps slightly exasperated, smile. He glanced back out at the tree and said, “I think it’s a lovely idea. And I’m glad I could give you an excuse to get your Christmas tree.” He leaned over and kissed his husband’s cheek. “Now, let’s get started on breakfast.”

#downton abbey #downton abbey fanfiction #fanfiction of fanfiction #island of the gays #original character x original character #mr. braceridge x father timothy #mr. braceridge #father timothy #christmas gifts #christmas traditions #peter pelham #lord hexham #christmas trees

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pupsandartwork · 8 months

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Rose x Max Centopian kiss

Centopia is quite the romantic place to have a date

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oncebluenowgolden · 1 year

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Hello to everyone! I'm new on Tumblr and as my first post here I wanted to advertise my fanfic, it's called Trollhunters: Tales of the Phoenix and it's a new take on some of the ideas presented in the whole saga, adding new characters and lore to the pre-existed universe of Trollhunters, 3 below, Wizards and even the infame Rise of the Titans

Heres the fic's summary:

Michael Tanner was a normal 14 years old teenager, really, he was.

Except for the fact that he had a secret no one else could ever know about: He was trapped in a second life he didn't want or choose.

Trying to live day by day with the weight of being cursed, Michael got himself caught between a rock and a hard place after a hellish trip to the local museum, where he found Killahead Bridge as one of the pieces of a brand new exhibition, standing alongside of the one Amulet of Daylight.

If you are part of the fandom and are currently looking for a fic a bit different than rest, with a new story that can surprise you and make you addicted as if were the original series, then you should take a look at my story, I know you'll like it 😉

#trollhunters #tales of arcadia #fanfic #ao3 writer #3below #original character #Original work but not quite #Original character x original character #wizards: tales of arcadia #rise of the titans

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nyxirrationalstories · 2 years

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The Reader adventures

Hello, how are you?

I'm fine, I was finally able to put the tumblr on my computer.

Well, I'm writing this story because I didn't want my "x readers" to be "loose" anymore. So from now on, they will have some lore of their own.

Even if this introduction is written as Fem!reader, it can also be male (this includes trans!readers) [I already said about the "neutral language" in the fixed message, chek it if you want to do a ask].

It won't affect the orders, everything will be more or less as you asked (just a little treat I gave myself because I wanted to write something original of mine that you would read at last).

Now, let's start with this three-part introduction.

The house next door (1/3)

Normal days come to an end, when adventure knocks at the door and the very shameless one drags you into her story as a character still in the inkwell and in the pen writing her sentence.

Moving is not easy, no change is easy, and even more so when one undertakes it alone.

The young woman expected the typical things one can anticipate when moving: a good welcome or the rudeness of the city.

It was one of those typical dreams of trying one's luck, of having one's hopes up to the maximum and perhaps achieving it …. although the reality is that they wither or are achieved when one least expects it.

The good thing is that the young woman was smart: No cities of high hopes and broken dreams, no cities of big jungles and illusions, and, of course, no city where the Devil got every deal for mere minutes of fame.

No, she didn't want to stay for long. Just long enough to have good money and savings, to heed the good advice of her family who managed to retire early because of good decisions.

The place where she would stay was not like Hollywood made it out to be: not ugly, not dangerous. Just a little… boring to look at.

A good start, nothing out of the ordinary.

And, oh, she hoped many days would be like that.

--- Hurry up, silver tongue, those errands aren't going to run themselves --- the young woman turned to see the source of the scolding: her next-door neighbor, an elderly woman with white hair and long, claw-like fingernails, seemed to be scolding a young girl with brown hair and delicate features.

--- I'd rather not do them, if I go back there this time I'm sure I won't come back --- the young woman complained with a certain terror in her voice. It was not the first time she had seen these two women, but they always seemed very strange to her since the first day she arrived.

The old woman had a strong accent, more precisely a Slavic accent, and she had an equally strong character. She did not have the appearance of a sweet old woman, but rather that of a witch with whom you have to be very careful not to make her angry or waste her time.

Her house was just as strange as its owner, full of things and symbols that seemed to be related to magic and paganism. Not that there was anything wrong with it, but it always gave her the creeps.

As for the other woman, she was quite beautiful and well-groomed. But that was the strange thing, her way of dressing was old-fashioned: not an old-fashioned one where you wear an old style to go out; no, this one was constant. And the clothes clearly, though well-kept and preserved, were clearly from another era.

The young woman was very pleasant to talk to, even without any formal introduction, as her voice had a softer accent.

Sometimes it seemed to her a little unfair how the old woman treated, to what she supposed, her granddaughter. For several times she had spied her playing the violin and seen how the lady, when she occupied her for who knows what, did not seem to respect the young lady's time.

--- Bah, nonsense, or do you distrust this wise old woman? --- commented the old lady while she was arranging her plants in the backyard. Which, by the way, looked like a jungle and at the same time like a botanical park: there was everything and it grew wild. There were even plants she had never seen before.

And, from time to time, young YN (one of her many nicknames, although her favorite was bookworm or globe-trotting reader, both given to her by family and friends) would listen to the plant care tips the old lady would spout from time to time.

She was still trying, but one learns from failure.

--- I don't distrust you, don't think badly, but being there with that same man… I don't know what he's looking for, but I prefer not to meddle in his affairs. Although Kafur doesn't seem to have the same objectives --- the little mouse didn't know who this Kafur was, since the young "Silver Tongue" (as usually the old "Yaga", the name by which the girl referred to her "grandmother", used to call her). But, from the young lady's dread, she did not seem like someone pleasant to talk to.

--- Don't worry about him, as long as he doesn't know your secret, he won't be around for a long time --- the old woman laughed at her macabre comment. But it only made Silver Tongue turn pale.

--- I think he suspects, please don't make me come back. I promise to run any errand for 7 days and 7 nights, without stopping to rest --- pleaded the chestnut to the white-haired one, who only gave a snort and replied with "all right".

--- You are lucky that Apollo himself requires my help… or so he says. Knowing the god's behavior, he rather liked the messenger bird than the message --- Yn's eyes widened: what the hell were those two women talking about?! The god Apollo was a mere myth. She needed answers right now… but she couldn't demand them just like that, that wouldn't be wise.

So she would have to come up with a plan where they alone would be left in the open so she could learn the truth without any trickery on their part.

but little did she suspect, that the old lady was looking over to where she was hiding with a small smile.

#original work #x reader #original characters #fem!reader #male!reader #male reader #female reader #greek mythology x reader #egipcian mythology x reader #norse mythology x reader #all mythology x reader #literature x reader #original characters x reader #ancient real people x reader #anime x reader #original character x original character #monster x reader

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oceanmusings · 1 year

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♡ Shipuary 01 | Willa & Ruto ♡

Pairing | Ruto Williams/Heathers & Willow "Willa" Talbot (belongs to @persephoneflorencemuses )

Prompt | "I think I deserve a kiss."

Content Warning | Fluffy

Sunday’s were a day to reset the whole house, clean everything Ruto and Willa can in their house so on Monday it was on the last thing on their minds. This week, it was Ruto’s turn to clean the kitchen while Willa did their bedroom. Ruto was almost done as she sweeped the floor and then there would be the final step of mopping the floor.

“How’s it going on in here?” Ruto looked up to see her beautiful girlfriend, a smile tugging on her lips immediately. The fuzzy feeling inside Ruto bloomed as butterflies danced in her stomach, the one feeling Willa never fails to cause just by her presence alone.

“Pretty good, almost done. How’s your check-list?”

“I’m done! Now I think I deserve a snack.” Willa says as she grabs a little bag of chips, hopping up and sitting on the counter as she watches Ruto throw away everything she sweeped in the dustpan. Ruto looked up to Willa and pouted. “I think I deserve a kiss?” Ruto asks, “Since I only have one thing on my check-list.”

The little smile that Willa got when she wanted to kiss Ruto or Ruto would ask for one was adorable, Ruto wanted to cause that smile as much as she could in her life. Ruto stepped between her girlfriend’s legs and smiled as Willa leaned down and pressed her sweet but salty lips against hers.

#ruto williams #ruto heathers #willa talbot #ruto x willa #drabble #one-shot #oc x oc #original character #original character x original character #shipuary #shipuary 2023

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chloeriversong · 11 days

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Fury Of The Wyvern Chapter Prologue: The Festival

A small grunt escaped from a brown-haired female as her sky-blue eyes opened, only to see a small winged creature on her chest, its wings flipped as it let out a small screech. “Alright, I’m up… I’m up, Nuri.” She mumbled softly as the creature let out a small purr, making the human female chuckle softly. “Thank you for waking me up, Nuri.” She hums softly as she rubs Nrui’s chin, who lets out more purrs, however, the small hatchling lets out a hiss when the bedroom door opens. “I’m glad to see you awake, Charlotte.” A male stood by the doorframe.

Charlotte Riwen, the princess of Wriwen Kingdom, and the only child of King Rapheil. “Yes, father. A certain Wyvern had woken me up from my slumber,” Charlotte looked down at Nuri, a light blue and white female wyvern hatchling, hearing the said hatchling let out a small chirp. “They’re becoming more and more active in the mornings,” Rapheil noticed the rest of the hatchlings climbing onto his daughter’s bed, while seeing Nuri resting on top of Charlotte’s head, making him smile wide.

Charlotte could feel Nuri settling down on top of her head, however, the princess didn’t like the idea of sharp claws digging into her skull. “Hm, no… Sorry, Nuri.” She felt for the little wyvern hatchling, hearing the hissing of protest of being removed. “This reminds me of the time when Varian was a hatchling,” Rapheil let out a hearty laugh, being reminded of the time when Varian would lay on top of his head when she was a hatchling, but now she’s fully grown wyvern and has a temperament to her.

A small sigh escaped from Rapheil as he couldn’t help but be proud of his daughter, being reminded of him and his late wife, Queen Maria; who sadly passed away from an illness. He soon cleared his throat to catch his daughter’s attention, watching the four hatchlings jump off the bed. “Charlotte, I need you to get ready for today. The royal festival is today, and everyone from different kingdoms is coming here,” Rapheil watched as the color drained from Charlotte’s face. “THAT’S TODAY?!” She shouted in shock and excitement.

The royal festival only comes around once a decade in The Wriwen Kingdom, every Kingdom is welcome to celebrate the festival, especially the sea Kingdom as they have stones that allow them to wander on land. “Yes, that’s today my dear. You’ve been waiting for it to come back around, remember?” The king chuckles softly when he watches his daughter blush as she rubs the back of her head, making her chuckle nervously. “Of course, father… I must’ve forgotten about it,” She smiles shyly as the hatchlings flip their wings.

“I think the princess should be getting ready, isn’t that right dear?” A female voice appeared behind King Rapheil, making him turn to face a red-haired female standing next to a white-haired female. “Of course, my dear Elisa! I’ll leave right away,” The king chuckles softly before leaving his daughter’s room, intrusting his second wife and some of the handmaidens to help Charlotte get ready, hearing the door closed as the white-haired female stayed outside to guard the door.

Elisa couldn’t help but chuckle at her husband, Rapheil had truly made her happy and feel welcome in the Kingdom, and although both she and Charlotte had a rocky relationship from the start, the princess had come around on her terms as the new queen never push her boundaries or step foot in the princess’ room unless the princes say so. As for now, the Queen had come to help the princess get ready for the Festival. “Now, dear Charlotte. What would you like to wear?” She asked her stepdaughter, watching as the princess climbed out of her bed.

One of the Handmaidens opens the princess’ closet that holds all her dresses, some blue, red, gold, and so on; even though some were handmade by Charlotte since the princess has picked on sewing as a hobby. “The blue one,” She didn’t take a second glance due to knowing the handmaiden knew which dress she was talking about, it was one of the few that she had handmade, and the others were pulling out some of the jewelry that Charlotte owned. A few were handmade and others were gifts from her aunt and uncle from a different Kingdom.

Sometime later, Charlotte changed into her lovely blue dress with a metal belt that her aunt had gifted her, although she was sitting on a chair as Elisa braided her hair. “You look lovely, my dear girl,” The older female couldn’t help but smile and be proud of her handy work, soon enough, the brown-haired female felt something being placed on her head; it was her crown. “There, now you look even more lovely.” The red-haired female backed away from the young princess, giving her some room to stand up from the chair.

“Thank you, Elisa,” Charlotte looked behind her to face her stepmother, who smiled proudly at her. “You’re welcome, dear. Now, come along, your father is probably waiting for us.” Elisa chuckled softly as she watched the young princess walk over to the door and open it, knowing fully well that she was excited about the festival, following behind her stepdaughter as the white-haired female from earlier had stood there for the entire time. “Thank you, Tehilah for guarding the door.” The second queen looked over to the bodyguard, who just nodded her head.

Tehilah Wynter had been assigned to keep the princess safe since King Rapheil had handpicked her to protect his only daughter from any harm. “Of course, your highness.” The white-haired female bowed her head to the royalties before her, having her icy blue eyes on the princess but closed them softly. “Come along,” Elisa smiled softly as she and Charlotte started to walk in front of the bodyguard, who followed behind them and kept up with their pace. “I wonder if Aunt Thana and Uncle Silas would be here,” Charlotte pointed out.

“I’m sure that Queen Thana and King Silas will be here, along with Prince Lazarus.” Elisa nodded her head softly as she knew the F’infar family would be traveling from the Vertica Kingdom, which is filled with dragons, the four-legged cousins of the Wyverns. Speaking of Wyverns, the four hatchlings had climbed onto Charlotte, Nuri and Gale nested on her right shoulder while Azure and Blaze were nested on her left shoulder. “This would be their first Festival, right you four?” The princess asked, earning chirping from the hatchlings.

King Rapheil had noticed his second wife and daughter had finally joined him in the throne room, only to grin as he noticed the four hatchlings resting on Charlotte’s shoulders. “Well, look at you two. I hope you’re ready for the festival,” He looked over to Tehilah, who stopped in her tracks behind the two of them, having her arms behind her back. “And I hope, you’ll enjoy the festival too, Tehilah.” His sky-blue eyes went back to his small family, knowing that he caught the bodyguard off guard with his words.

A small chuckle escaped from some of the guards as they could tell that their captain was caught off guard for the first time, earning a glare from Tehilah. “Shall we get going? Lady Thana and Lord Silas are waiting for us, along with the prince.” Rapheil watched as both his second wife and daughter walked towards him, leading the two towards the doors that led outside, lighted candles were lit and small children running around while everyone else was making food or sewing on fabric to give out to anyone.

There stood Queen Thana with her black-haired left down while having her crown on top of her head, while her husband, King Silas had his hair pulled back as his crown rested on top of his head. “Brother!” Queen Thana greeted her brother-in-law with open arms, getting a hug from him when he walked up to her. “Hello, Thana.” He greeted her, before looking over to his brother-in-law. “Silas,” He greeted him with a smile. “Hello, Rapheil.” Silas greeted his brother-in-law with a smile on his face.

Lazarus had walked up the stairs with his blonde hair pulled back like his father’s, while his crown wasn’t on top of his head since he finds them uncomfortable to wear during a special event. “Uncle,” He greeted King Rapheil with a soft smile as he hugged the older king, there are times when he wishes that his sister would join them for the festival, but she’s too busy being a pirate. “Good to see all of you,” Rapheil smiles wide at his in-laws and nephew, watching his daughter greet her aunt, uncle, and cousin with hugs.

Soon, the two cousins, Tehilah, and the four wyverns were wandering around the festival, leaving their parents to speak among themselves. A small hum escaped from the princess as she had paid for something sweet, Lazarus couldn’t help but grin at the sight since he was the same way as his cousin whenever he got his hands on the sweets. “I can’t believe the festival finally came to the Wriwen Kingdom, I’ve been waiting for it to come around,” Charlotte looked around at the stalls that had food, face painting for the young ones, along entertainment.

“You’ve been counting down the months for this festival, my lady.” Tehilah looked over to the princess and her four wyverns that were clinging to her as the three of them walked around the festival. “Is that true, cousin? You’ve been counting down to this?” Lazarus asked in a curious and shocked tone, watching his cousin nod her head softly. “Yes, it’s true! I’ve been counting down the months, dear cousin!” The brown-haired princess giggles at her cousin’s reaction, making her bodyguard shake her head softly.

After wandering around the festival and the stalls were closing down as the festival was coming to an end, the four hatchlings had fallen asleep in Charlotte’s arms as she carried them while being careful not to wake them up. Surely, the princess wasn’t exactly happy that the festival had ended already, making her pout softly. “Come now, princess. I’m sure another festival will come around,” Tehilah pointed out, noticing the prince from the Vertica Kingdom had nodded his head in agreement. “Yes, don’t be upset cousin. You and the hatchlings had fun, yes?” He asked.

“Of course, we did have fun and I guess it wouldn’t hurt to wait for another festival to come around,” Charlotte was still pouting but let out a small sigh as the small group regrouped with their parents. “There they are, and looks like the little ones had tired themselves out,” Thana chuckled softly as she noticed the four sleeping hatchlings in Charlotte’s arms, catching the attention of both Silas and Rapheil, while Elias went to greet the princess and prince. “Ah yes, I see the three of you had fun… Along with the hatchlings.” Rapheil chuckles softly.

Tehilah had excused herself from the group as she had business to attend to, such as checking on the guards that had been stationed by the gate, to make sure there weren’t unwanted guests that had trying to sneak into the festival; the white-haired female had taken her job seriously during special occasions such as the festival. Charlotte stood there with the four sleeping hatchlings, only for the queen to lead her to her room, while her aunt and uncle, along with her cousin were taken into the castle for them to use the guest bedrooms since they had rode on their dragons.

A yawn escaped from Charlotte as the handmaidens took the four hatchlings from her arms, gently as they can be easily woken up by quick movements if removed from their owner, but luckily, they haven’t woken up yet. The others had helped the princess change into her nightgown and removed all of her jewelry, along with putting everything away and up for tonight; leaving the princess to herself as her bedroom door closed. The brown-haired princess made it to her bed and fell on top of her bed, closing her sky-blue eyes as she fell asleep. ~~~~~~~~~

Hey everyone, decided to add more details to this chapter and renamed it.

I want to point a few things out. 1). No, Elisa is not going to be an evil stepmother towards Charlotte, she's going be the more supportive and understanding stepmother.

2). Some characters will be introduced in later chapters, trying my best not to get burned out easily or overwork myself to get a chapter done.

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#Original Story #literature #Original Character X Original Character #Yuri #Forbidden Love #Chapter Prologue

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sarcasticbutsincere · 18 days

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Horror and Hurricanes: Husk of the soul (by MagnoliaCrescent360 on ao3)

In the dimly lit, locked room, Cassandra found herself face to face with her longtime nemesis, Damian. His eyes gleamed with undisguised glee as he poised to strike with a knife, more enthusiastic than ever to end her life. Completely helpless, bound and out of breath was apparently how he preferred his victims. She could barely move, considering that she was tightly strapped to the chair and it didn't help that Damian was occasionally brushing the flat of the blade close enough for it to just graze her sternum lightly.

She, her breath shaky with trepidation, tried to make confidant eye contact with Damian.

"Any last words?I reckon you wouldn't want to just go out with screaming, huh? Or a pathetic plea; that's what they all attempt in the end. It gets awfully boring after a decade or so.", He sneered, his voice dripping with contempt, daring her to complain.

Tears welled up in Cassandra's eyes as she uttered the words she never thought she would say to her homicidal idiot. "I love you," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.

Damian froze, a forlorn, towering statue in the unintentionally romantic candlelight, the knife lowering slightly as confusion flickered across his face.

"What?" he demanded, comical disbelief etched in his features, as if he could already hear the shippers and fangirls from miles away.

#original character #original character x original character #original mythology #dark comedy #full draft uploaded on ao3

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feyflorist · 9 months

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average Astarion interaction

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brebug242posts · 5 months

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~ Bandit x Dustin ~

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saffron-rays · 6 months

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Nightmare

HC: even though he doesn’t require sleep, if tav is human, Astarion picks up the habit as a means to spend as much time with them as possible… since humans have one of the shortest life spans of all the races in Faerûn.

#astarion #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #baldurs gate astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion x tav #astarion x female reader #astarion x f!tav #astarion art #astarion headcanons #astarion angst #astarion x original female character #astarion x female tav #astarion fanart #astarion comic

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kingfranpetty · 7 months

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Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Homestar Runner Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Original Male Character(s)/Original Male Character(s), Strong Bad/Homestar Runner Characters: Strong Bad, Homestar Runner (Homestar Runner), Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: Original Character(s), Major Original Character(s), Original Male Character(s) - Freeform, Original Character-centric, Relationship(s), Romance, Eventual Romance, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Slow Romance, Silly, Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Mentioned Marzipan, Cartoon Physics, OwO Speak for Homestar Runner, Accents, Mental Instability, Inaccurate Mental Illness, Mentioned Skully | Cherry, Mentioned Eldritch Beings, Arguing, Fights, Tags May Change, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Constructive Criticism Welcome Summary:

So there's theses two guys who appeared from somewhere else who keep saying that Strong Bad and Homestar should date?! Also they keep getting getting into arguments with everyone they talk to.

#homestar runner #homestar #homestar runner x strong bad #strong bad x homestar Runner #strongstar #strong bad #ao3 link #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #fanfic #fan fic #fan fiction #fanfiction #oc #original character #original character x original character

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pupsandartwork · 8 months

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Rose x Max

Rose likes simple things like a rose

#oc artwork #art #mia and me #au #crossover #elf #half human half elf oc #half elf oc #half human #human oc #oc x oc #original character #original character x original character #lion king #the lion king #the lion guard #tlk #the lion king fanart #the lion king human characters

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milton-chamberlain · 1 month

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✨When you are a giga-strong mountain of stone muscles crushing the heads of weak people, and your wife a diplomatic, intelligent mage who needs to be protected✨

#dragon age #dnd character #dnd #dragon age origins #dnd art #dragon age origins wynne #wynne #wynne x shale #dao shale #shale x wynne #dao wynne #dragon age wynne #dragon age asunder #asunder

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cheesy-cryptid · 8 months

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“ have we met before ? “

Goodness i dont know what to call this au 😭 Maybe it’s hundreds of years in to the future? Maybe Astarion meets Tav again after so much time has passed

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yandere-writer-momo · 2 months

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Yandere Head Canons:

Sacrificial Bride

Yandere Dragon Shifter x Princess Reader

TW: Yandere behavior, manipulation, Somniaphilia (suggested), delusional yandede, complacency, etc.

Feroc the Ferocious was the kind of dragon who would bring any silly knight to their knees. The kind of dragon that inspired legends and stories to be written in books. The kind of dragon that was larger than any castle human like could ever dream to build. The kind of dragon that could decimate a kingdom with a single breath of his fiery flames if he was angered… the dragon that your own people sacrificed you, the princess, to in order to save themselves from his wrath.

And so they bound you up and threw you before him. Your own father on his knees as he begged the great dragon for mercy in exchange for his own flesh and blood… the kingdom’s most prized beauty in exchange for peace. An offer Feroc quickly accepted before the king could utter another word!

Dragons collected beautiful treasures! Dragons hoarded their treasure in caves and abandoned castles fad from prying eyes… and unbeknownst to you, Feroc found you to be rhetorical most beautiful

For dragons, a sacrificial spouse was an ancient tradition and this was the first time he’d been offered such a perfect bride! How could he refuse you? Especially when your own people begged him so prettily? Would you beg for him just as beautifully one day?

And so you were scooped up in his ginormous talons and carried away in the sky to a lone tower deep in the mountains. Your new home… your home with Feroc.

You could recall how scared of him you used to be. You’d heard from many people of how this giant scaled beast before you was a man eater. Of how he swallowed many knights in his time… yet this dragon seemed so shy from your experience so far. Skittish even.

Feroc often brought you various jewelry and fine silks from his daily raids. There wasn’t a day that went by that he didn’t bring you a gift of some kind. His molten eagerly studied your form despite his persistent silence. Feroc’s company disturbed you as much as it comforted you.

It took a month for him to speak to you. His accent was heavy from the olden tongue he spoke but he knew the same language you spoke. His voice was booming and low, it could easily strike terror in others… but for some reason, his voice calmed you. Perhaps loneliness has finally crept its fangs into your heart? You weren’t sure…

Feroc would bring you anything you wanted to eat. Within means, of course. He’d bring you delicacies he’d likely looted off some poor caravan if you said you wanted sweets. There was no extremes he wouldn’t go to for you, which was odd since he was a dragon who’s been around for hundred of years… why did Feroc have such an interest in a human princess?

One day, you had a nightmare of a man standing in the corner of your room. Your scream in the night quickly alerted your guardian who peaked his large eye in your room in worry.

“Princess? What’s wrong?”

“I just had a nightmare… I thought there was a man in my room.” You wiped the sweat from your forehead while Feroc clicked his tongue.

“No man could ever scale his tower. I’m the only one who can enter. I’d never let anyone harm you.” The red and black dragon grumbled, his molten eyes glanced you once over. “Why? Do you… want a human companion?”

“I do get lonely sometimes.” You admitted to Feroc . His eyes now filled with hurt. “I do enjoy your company but… I miss being able to touch another human.”

Feroc didn’t understand your sentiment. He was a might dragon! The strongest of his kind! Feroc has proven himself to be the best of mates to you and yet you were still displeased? Was it because he was a dragon? Would you be happier if he showed you his other form?

“I’ll figure something out then… get some sleep.”

Feroc now snuck in your bedroom when you slept. He ghosted his clawed fingers over your oblivious form in wonder. His clawed fingers were too sharp, he’d have to dull them more… he didn’t want to cut up his pretty princess!

Feroc’s gentle touches progressed when he noticed how heavy of a sleeper you were. His desire to see what made you human drove him to insatiable heights. No area was left unexplored with his eyes. He needed to be perfect. Feroc had to be compatible with you. You and him were going to have young one day, after all! Feroc didn’t want to harm you in the process!

Feroc was able to mold his body into a perfect man. Once that was the perfect size for you, yet still immense so you’d know it was him. Feroc now stood at a massive seven feet tall rather than the hundred feet of his dragon form.

Yet there was a constant fear within him that you’d die of old age or of natural causes… Feroc knew humans were fragile creatures so he did what he had to. Feroc shared half of his heart with you while you slept. It was a simple spell and a painless procedure for you. One that would benefit the both do you in the long run!

If one of you died, the other would! You’d never age! You now shared a lifespan with him. Feroc couldn’t wait to tell you once the two of you made everything official!

It took another month for him to reveal this perfect form to you. Feroc had to let the excitement die down from sharing his heart with you so you didn’t freak out! Humans were such finicky creatures, after all! And he’d be an awful mate if he frightened you with a subject you had no knowledge on…

All you needed was to see this devilishly beautiful form of his and you’d be bewitched.

“Look at us… we’re so beautiful together.” Feroc whispered into the skin of your shoulder as he admired your reflection beside him. “I think I’ll find you more gold to decorate you with, my treasure.”

“Feroc, I don’t understand.” You jump when Feroc dragged his forked tongue across your exposed shoulder.

“You accepted all of my gifts and you’re the only one who suits me.” Feroc hissed his obsidian eyes flashed a bright gold. “Wouldn’t you rather be by my side than in my stomach?”

You gulped and obediently rested your head on his chest which made him purr in contentment. His muscular arms wrapped around yours as his wavy black hair tickled your skin.

“I’m joking, I’d never eat you.” Feroc smiled before he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “You’re my bride, after all.”

You didn’t need to know about how many knights he’s killed over the last few months for you. Feroc would take care of you until the day the both of you died. Every heinous act he’s ever committed over these last few months were all for his beautiful, blushing bride.

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