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alyshiba · 1 year

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Part Eleven: Breakfasts

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Summary: AU where Visenya, Rhaenyra's only daughter lives and is born as her eldest child. To all of Westeros she is seen as the only trueborn child of Ser Leanor and Rhaenyra, but in truth her father happens to be Deamon.

Author's note: Hi all, I know this chapter is short, and not re-read, so you might find some typos (in chase, if you wish to, feel free to point them out so I can correct them faster).

For Aemond's POV I used as reference this AMAZING character study made by @museumofmythoughts here on tumblr, as I red it I personally found it to be very, very accurate. And honestly it was in complete sync with who I think Aemond is as a person.

Anyhow... other than this fantastic post, inspiration has kind of failed me lately, mostly becouse looking back at the beginning of this fic, I think I rushed too many events, and there are a lot of decision I onestly regret in the very first chapters. So I am starting to consider revriting them, but I really would like your opinion, since it could potentially involve changing some thing. In chase you find time to give me feedback in this, please, do not hold back if you find some things to be shitty, I really value your opinions. As always I'll link the two maps I use as references, so you can follow the path of our favourite war criminals: Tthis map of Westeros from AWOIAF and this isochronic map of Westeros.

Warning: mention of trauma, mention of violence.

Aemond woke when the sun was up in the sky. He quickly rolled over on his back, and, thank the gods, the pain that had taken over the ruined side of his face had faded, as if it’s never been there in the first place.

He fixed his gaze on the ceiling of his room, it was painted white, or plastered, he couldn’t tell, but the stone’s texture underneath was still visible, no matter how many coats the stonemasons had covered it with.

He groaned and sat up. His clothes were neatly folded and placed on the wooden settle at the foot of the bed, and he could spot several dishes, his breakfast or lunch, served on the table on the other side of the room.

A sense of annoyance unrolled in his stomach, he was a prince of the realm, how could the guards simply let anyone inside his rooms while he slept? With a war raging and Oldtown at its center?

In the weeks that he had spent in his mother’s ancestral home, Aemond had noticed how everything was unfit to represent the dowager Queen. Guards were slow and lazy, the watch shifts always covered the same patterns, at the same hours, and the same guards tended to them. And they spent almost the entire shift gossiping and drinking.

And no matter how many times he pointed out their inadequate safety measure, all that Ormund responded with was how impregnable the tower was, how anyone has ever taken it, how no one was foolish enough to attack the center of the faith.

Every time he begged to disagree, to say that a host of northerners was on his way, and that if they successfully repelled them, a dragon would soon follow. The same dragon that melted down Storm’s End.

And every time the words died in his throat.

Aemond lazily stood, covered his body with a green silken robe and decided to break his fast.

He began to study his food: rye bread was served on a plate, already sliced, close to it where little bowls that contain butter, honey and a red-fruit preserve, a couple of soft boiled eggs were placed on another plate, already peeled out of their shells, and a wedge of cheese sat close to them.

Aemond let out a breath, grabbed the bread and buttered it. He then dipped the tip of his knife in the preserve, and licked it. Blackberry, he thought with a disgusted expression. Honey it would be then.

While consuming his honeyed bread he began, again, to weigh out his position and options: honor imposed him to protect his lady mother, his sister -and Queen, as long as Aegon called himself King- and her children. To support his brother’s birthright as their father’s first born son.

Yet he now had a wife, he was duty bound to protect her, as she was to obey him.

The thought made him chuckle.

After Lucerys’ death there was not a single way to uphold all of those duties.

Aegon wouldn’t let Visenya live, not after she had Sunfire dismembered by Balerion, if he was to take back the throne. And Aegon would be dead, should their half sister succeed in winning this war.

Yet Rhaenyra had shown affection to Helaena, even after her son’s death. Sweet Helaena that hated to be touched, or to stand too close with anyone, even their mother.

The time for pondering his decisions was slowly coming to an end.

Aemond grabbed the eggs, cut them in half and scooped the yolk out, discarding the slimy egg white. Spread the yolks on another slice of bread, dry he thought, and finish it off with a slice of cheese.

Visenya had swore that his family would be safe, save for Aegon, clearly. So did Rhaenyra, in front of the whole of King’s Landing on the day of her coronation, with the gods as witnesses .

And as much as he resented his sister, he thought as his hand grazed his naked wound, she had kept her word even after Lucerys’ murder.

Gripping the table with his free hand he realized that, once again, he was but a helpless pawn in yet another one of his half sister, and brother’s, political headaches.

He closed his eye, breathing down to calm his nerves, to be able to keep that facade of calmness his mother had taught him to wear at all times.

Yet as soon as he closed his remaining eye, his mind showed him a very clear image: himself, wearing Aegon’s crown, on the Iron Throne.

Aemond immediately opened his eye, pushing his body, and the chair he still sat on, far from the table. He steadied his breath and looked at his palms, as if the table had spontaneously caught fire and burned him. He clenched his fists, allowing his nails to dig in.

When was the last time he had desired anything for himself? Vhagar, was the answer. The only time Aemond did something purely for himself, was when he claimed Vhagar. And lost his eye because of it.

<;< The Gods have yet to make a man who lacks the patience for absolute power >> His grandfather had once said, about Daemon -or Rhaenyra-, he didn’t remember. Was it true about him too? Probably. Likely. To say that he never before imagined himself on the Iron Throne would be a lie, the gods themselves knew that he was far better fit for it than his brother ever would. And now he had a clear path for it.

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The moaning air in the Dornish marches was completely different from the one of Dragonstone, nothing, in truth, compared to Dragonstone. But it was so immensely better than the stench of King’s Landing.

There were, in fact, few things worse than the capital’s stench.

The air was dry and dusty, an indication of the deserts that laid just beyond the mountain range that separated Dorne from the rest of the kingdoms. And the temperature was growing increasingly warmer as they were proceeding south west.

Another raven came, few days ago from Honeyholt. From Cregan Stark this time, signaling that they reached the allied young Lord Beesbury, whose name Visenya didn’t remember, safe and unnoticed.

So she had begun her own journey west, traveling upon Balerion at night, and paying attention to fly only on the inhabited marches, to avoid detection. It was the only way she could possibly sneak her winged behemoth halfway across Westeros.

No more words, or messages, came from Aemond. Whether he decided to turn on her or not, she would find out once they all got to Oldtown.

She hoped that she was not sending Lord Stark to his death.

There was a weak nock on the wooden doors of her chambers, or rather Ser Edric’s, and a maid entered to serve her breakfast. She was a nice girl, not far from her age, blonde and with pale blue eyes.

She simply left the plates on a table and quickly left, not sparing the princess a second sight.

Visenya reached the castle sometimes in the hour of ghosts, and spent the remainder of last night at Starfall, per Ser Edric’s suggestion, in the safety of his old bedchambers. It was the closest, safest spot she could hide waiting, the knight wrote, and the only one he truly trusted, was what he didn’t need to write. She hated being ordered around, but this time, there wasn’t really any better option.

The princess immediately eyed the lemon cakes, the freshly squeezed orange juice, and what looked like flatbread with a yellowy-paste and olives, as well as stuffed green peppers with cheese and onion and a bottle of golden dornish wine.

She quickly consumed the food, a blessing compared to the hard bread with old cheeses she had been fed at the camp in the Stormlands. Visenya knew, from experience and her father’s jokes, that food during wars was nothing more than a tool to keep bodies functioning. But this glimpse of normality was a blessing for her stomach and her mood.

There was a knock at the door. Louder this time.

A man came through the wooden doors, he wasn’t much taller than Visenya, and lean in built, in stark contrast to Edric’s tall and broad frame. Yet he shared the pale blond hair and indigo eyes her Queensguard bore. A Dayne, Visenya concluded, likely the lord of the castle, from the posture and way he handled himself.

<;< My brother sent a raven, informing us of your arrival, princess >> His voice was low and soft like velvet, his words precise and calculated, a politician rather than a warrior, she judged. << I must thank you for your hospitality, my Lord >> She quietly responded, inviting the man to sit at the table, his brother’s table, << and for not poisoning me >> she chuckled, trying to ease the mood, the young Lord shared her laugh.

<;< Lord Gerold Dayne, at your service >> Visenya took her time to study the man now sitting in front of her, he was clearly older than she was, but she couldn’t determine by how much. << My presence will not burden you for much, my Lord, hopefully I shall be on my way before the week ends >> She mewled, nibbling at the food in front of her. She could get used to dornish foods, Visenya decided, and to their weather, should the need ever rise, the princess decided, she could settle for a new dornish husband. << To wherever you sent my brother to fight >> There it was, the reason behind this visit.

He obviously wanted to know why she was here, far from where she was supposed to be, to where everyone else in the continent thought she actually was, and to ensure his brother’s wellbeing. With that sentiment she could resonate, yet, the less people knew her reasons the better. And prior to this encounter, Visenya never met Lord Gerold, she could know whether he was someone she could trust.

<;< Ser Edric remains safe behind high stone walls >> Visenya said, not a lie but not the entire truth either, << Is it your missing husband or your kinslayer uncle you seek in the Reach, then? >> a smart man, she could give him that, she smiled, << both, in fact >> she sipped at the sweet orange juice, gods she loved it. << It would be quite difficult to locate Aegon, now that he is dragonless. Yet Vhagar is not a difficult beast to spot >> Visenya learned a long time ago that the best lies are the ones that contain a little truth. And there was no harm in letting Lord Dayne know that she wished to reconcile with her estranged husband. Which was neither truly estranged or lost. Or at least that was what she hoped. << Yet, I assume that finding one will eventually lead me to the other >> Another half truth.

There had been no rumors on Aegon’s whereabouts, as she expected. He now had no dragon to defend whatever keep or army he had secured, no true advantage on the field. So his best shot was surprise. <;< My people have been at peace for almost half a century now >> He began, ever since the last dornish was, which her great-grandfathers won without losing one single man, she proudly recalled. It was a story she heard countless times, both from her father and from the late king, << we have no wish for war >> she truly understood that. Yet they had been left with no choice.

<;< Were it my choice, Lord Gerold, I would be spending my days between Dragonstone and the Capital, with a husband by my side >> Visenya let out with a hint of annoyance in her voice, while trying the green peppers, << yet my uncle chose to spit on my mother’s mercy, murdered my brother in cold blood, his own kin >> her voice was now raising as her anger, and the pepper’s spiciness, were inflaming her blood and mouth, << raised an army and rebelled against his rightful Queen >> Visenya took a big breath, calming her nerves, sipped at the dornish gold, and locked her stare in the man’s << pray tell me: what should I do? >>

<;< Be a dragon >> Gerold responded, spelling out every word. Visenya smirked, << the andals in the realm >> he began, he was of andal ancestry himself, most definitely. Yet the dornish had always been adamant in calling themselves Rhonysh, when they look like it, or dornish, when they couldn’t claim a pure rhoynar background, << will raise behind Aegon when he shows up again. They will praise him like a hero from a novel, “the man who fought the dragons with his bare hands” >> Gerold was emphasizing his words with the wide movements of his hands, and Visenya was listening carefully, the truth in his words was painful and obvious. How many allies will they lose when Aegon makes his final entrance in this wicked game?

<;< And if he is squished before he has time to raise, others will follow >> he took one of the stuffed peppers himself, clearly he was much more used to dornish’s spicy food than she was. Yet the princess persevered, stubborn, and swallowed another fiery bite, << because no Queen has ever sat a throne north of Dorne >> this last statement stung, like a sharp knife dug in her guts. Will she truly have to spend the entirety of her life fighting? Wearing chainmail under her clothes like her namesake did, during the reign of the conqueror?

<;< Dorne knows better, of course >> Gerold poured himself a goblet of wine, as Visenya began to wonder what, exactly he was to gain from this conversation, << yet if I recall correctly, the last Targaryen who came here was your namesake. And Starfall still bears the marks of her visit >> indeed the palestone sword tower, where she was currently residing, bears a very distinct mark, like a scar in the flesh of a beautiful maid, where Vhagar unleashed her fires. Her husband’s mount had been much younger then, and smaller in size, yet her fierceness had been unmatched even then, << I assure you >> said Gerold, staring right into her eyes, << no one dared cross her since >> burn everything to ground, that was what the Lord of Starfall was implying. A very different mindset then his brother, who even after Luke’s death, and Sunfire’s slaughter begged to show mercy. She liked this brother better.

<;< Whoever dares oppose the dragon >> She said, keeping her tone flat and her emotions in check, << will burn, just like Storm’s End >> the sweet and fresh orange juice was a blessing for her flaming throat. Too many peppers in one go, or maybe her anger was finally turning her into a dragon, ready to breathe fire.

Gerold nodded, pondering his next words carefully. He seemed to understand and read her emotions well, so he now chose wisely words that would infuriate her, <;< good, the realm needs to fear you, or the men will never bow >> Visenya’s lips became a thigh line. She hoped that she would need not to burn everything to the ground to prove her point.

<;< Oldtown is a wise move >> He said as she straightened, did Edric reveal her plan? Was he so foolish to send a raven with those details, while being so close to the target? << but I do not think you will find Aegon there. It is too obvious >> He seemed to, again, understand her anger, << worry not >> he said, << my brother did not reveal anything in his brief message. But there is no other explanation for your visit. Considering that Vhagar has been spotted in Oldtown >>

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Aemond looked around, as if someone might have witnessed his uncharacteristic outburst. When his mind was back at the present, he slid his chair back where it was, making sure it followed the same exact path it did when he unceremoniously pushed it. When he was back in position he took a lock at the table in front of him, Aemond slowly piled each empty plate in a precise order, took his half eaten slice of bread and quickly finished it. He then proceeded to place the cutlery on that, now empty, plate, set it on top of the others, and cleaned the table from any crumbs.

In the end he left the table cleaner, and more in order, then he had found him before breakfast.

Those simple actions had always helped soothe his mind. His need for cleanliness and order had always taken over his mind whenever he found himself in the middle of chaos, and in the last years, Aemond had thought himself to channel that feeling when he needed to calm or distract himself. In moments just like the one he passed.

Honor prevented him from picking a side. That was clear to him.

He couldn’t fight either side and leave with his honor intact. Yet deep down, he knew that if he asked his mother, her wise counsel would be to avoid bloodshed, peace, to protect Helaena and Aegon and Daeron. To be the patriarch of their branch of the house since those who should cover that role selfishly chose to shy away from it.

Aemond could clearly hear her desperate voice the night Viserys died: the king never wished for the death of his daughter she shouted at the council, Rhaenyra must understand , she had told him, her hands shaking, her eyes filled with tears, exile, that would do . He had a hundred questions then, of them he only ever voiced one: Do you truly think Aegon is fit for the throne? And despite what they both knew about him, what her mother had alway felt the need to tell him, to vent about, he couldn’t prevent the anger that filled him when she simply nodded, immediately turning silent, eyes fixed on an imprecise spot behind him. She too, at last, had favored Aegon over him. Over the son that had dutifully only ever upheld those values Alicent had always imposed on him: honor, family, the law.

One question creeped its way through the high walls of mind: is Aegon’s claim truly lawful, when all of the lords of the realm had swore an oath to Rhaenyra?

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greekstar · 1 year

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Warrior cat name Ideas Prefixes - A-Z A Acorn Adder Amber Ant Apple Arch Arrow Aspen Ash Asher Alder Amber B Badger Bark Beech Bellow Birch Berry Bird Black Blizzard Brave Breeze Bright Brown Bell Bug Beetle Bluebell Blue Bounce Brindle Brush Bush Buzzard Buzz Bee Bumble Bass Basil Bubble Brine Beaver Bison (I feel like this only goes good with ‘horn’ or Bisonpelt/fur.) Bat Bone Butterfly Burdock Broken Bramble Bracken Bay Brisk Blossom Briar Boil Branch Bud C Cloud Cloudy Crystal Cold Cricket Cliff Cardinal Crying Cougar Coyote Cobweb Chick Cow Cave Cheetah Carrot Coral Cactus Claw Cedar Cherry Cinder Clover Copper Creek Crooked Crouch Crow D Dew Dewy Duck Dusty Dust Dune Down Dagger Dodge Dolphin Daisy Doe Dapple Dappled Dark Dawn Dead Dove Drift Dusk E Eagle Ebony Echo Egg Eel Ember F Fallen Fallow Fawn Feather Fennel Fern Ferret Finch Fire Flame Fleet Flint Flower Flow Fly Fox Freckle Frog Frost Furze Fuzzy Foal Falling Fall G Gale Gust Golden Gold Goose Gorse Gorge Grass Gray Green Grass Goldfish Guppy Ghost H Hail Half Hare Hawk Hay Hoot Hazel Heather Heavy Hollow Holly Honey Honeycomb Hummingbird Horse Happy Hornet Hound Heron I Ice Ivy J Jagged Jay Joy Jaguar Jackdaw Jump Juniper K Kestrel Kink Koi L Lake Larch Leaf Lark Leopard Lichen Lightning Lily Lion Little Lizard Log Long Lost Loud Low Lynx M Maggot Mallow Maple Marsh Meadow Milk Minnow Mint Mist Misty Mole Moon Morning Moss Mossy Moth Mottle Mouse Mouth Mud Mumble Mink Muddy Moonlight Mountain Mushroom Monkey N Nettle Needle Nut Newt Night Nimble O Oak Oat Odd Olive One Otter Owl Orange Ocean Orca Opal P Pale Perch Pool Pike Peak Prickle Pounce Pine Petal Petal Pebble Pear Patch Pirate(kittypet or loner) Polar Peach Panda Pond Pigeon Plum Q Quail Quick R Rabbit Rain Ragged Rat Rattle Root Raspberry Reed Red Robin Rock Rose Rowan Rubble Running Rushing Rush Russet Rust Rye Raven Raccoon Rustle Rattlesnake Ravine Rapid S Sage Short Sheep Sedge Shrew Slate Slow Snail Sneeze Sorrel Soot Spider Spruce Sun Sunny Swallow Shallow Shade Sharp Scorch Sand Sandy Sky Silver Smoke Snake Soft Snow Sparrow Speckle Splash Spotted Squirrel Stalking Stalk Stalker Starling Stone Storm Stumpy Stump Sweet Swift Shred Sloe Shell Seed Shimmer Shimmering Skunk Spirit Squid Shy Sound Summer Sapphire Spiraling Spiral Shark Saturn T Tall Talon Tooth Timber Tiger Twig Tumble Thorn Thistle Thrush Tawny Tangle Ting Trout Torn Toad Tiny V Vine Vixen Void Vole W Wasp Weasel Web Weed Wet Whisker White Whale Wild Willow Wind Wolf Winter Wisteria Whisper Whispering Water Wave Waver Whisper Watermelon Whistle Wood Y Yellow

Yew

Yarrow- suggested

You guys DONT WANNA KNOW how LONG this took. I’m crying. And I might’ve missed some so feel free to send me messages in chat to request me editing it and putting it in some (not like messaging but the. Chat in this post lol.)

@cryptidclaw I also did this for our Au to help us with renaming.

I will get to suffixes soon I promise.

#Greekstar’s Suffixes/Prefixes #name ideas #Prefixes #suffixes #Just some name suggestions.

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karihigada · 1 year

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sky is the limit

for CubScar Week on Tumblr @cubscarweek

day 3 - wings again pretty loosely

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a slow and peaceful morning in the hangar

also check out @kieiswrite's fic for more of this au!

Mornings were cold. But in a way, the cold helped them: They had to actually get up in order to stay active and warm up. A tent was spanned over their bedrolls as insulation and Cub had hooked up a small heater. There was no need to heat the whole hangar, after all. The plane was protected from the weather, and it didn't get cold enough that frost would attack the engine or freeze the fuel.

So it was only the two of them, huddled close beneath two large blankets. Sometimes it was so tempting to Scar to just stay in bed a while longer, enjoying Cub's arms around him. But mornings were also exciting. All the possibilities the day brought, new breakthroughs, new milestones. All with Cub at his side.

Scar was grinning to himself. He pressed a short kiss to Cub's lips before throwing the blanket off and clambering into the chill air of the hangar, Cub's voice behind him half heartedly complaining about letting the cold in.

Scar slipped his feet into his boots, laced them up to protect his toes from the frigid stone floor, and threw his jacket around his shoulders. When he was done, he patted himself down self-satisfied, having successfully retained the night’s warmth.

He dunked the kettle into the clean-water barrel, taking care not to get the cold water on himself. Behind him he heard Cub get up and wrestle the small heater out of the tent, put the cooking stove on top and hook it up to the other stove. Scar grabbed an armful of fire wood and dumped it into the stove, putting the kettle on top. His numb fingers lit the match with practiced ease.

After washing his hands in the dishwater barrel he scurried out of the small back door while Cub got the other stove going and the water boiling.

Outside the air was fresh and crisp. It immediately tried to weasel into the opening of his jacket, Scar’s breath fogging before his face. The sky was still dark and the grass underneath his boots moist with condensation.

It was quiet. There were no trees on the field that could get in the way of the plane, that's why they chose this plateus as their base of operation to build the hangar in the first place. And in the past year they had definitely scared away any animals that could have made their nest in the ground.

Scar hummed under his breath as he jogged over to the cool box outside the building and got some bread, eggs and jam. The one advantage to the cold weather this time of year. In the summer groceries didn't last as long, and they needed to make more frequent trips. So in a way Scar preferred the slight isolation the cold season brought. It was just him and Cub and their dream.

He craddled the eggs carefully in the crook of his arm. He knew Cub wouldn't fault him for dropping something, but Scar really rather not be subjected to that particular look of amusement from his partner.

The day he would finally be able to get one up over Cub would certainly be the day.

Inside he handed Cub the eggs to fry over the stove top while he put the bread in the oven to toast. He checked on the boiling water. Not yet.

Cub was better with fragile things like eggs and flight calculations. Scar tended to burn the former if he didn't pay attention. Making coffee though, that he was good at. Cub always said he preferred Scar's coffee and that he just couldn’t make it the same way. Scar answered that it's because he always put his love into it, which made Cub laugh.

Scar got a couple plates and put them on the small table. The jam he also had made himself out of wild berries. Extra sweet in order to give energy for a long day.

The kettle boiled and Scar got their mugs ready. His had an adorable gray and white cat on it, and Cub's what he imagined a rocket would look like, that Cub had painted himself. One day they would build one just like it.

Next to him Cub was sprinkling salt and seasoning onto the eggs. They smelled great, especially next to the emerging aroma of the coffee.

Cub carefully divided the eggs onto the plates while Scar spread jam on two pieces of warm bread. He was very tempted to take a bite immediately, but it was only proper to wait until they were both ready.

Cub put the used pan into the dish water barrel and sat down opposite of Scar.

Scar watched him take the mug into both hands and take an indulgent long sip, letting the coffee warm him from the inside. When Cub looked up, Scar realized he was grinning, if the look on Cub's face was any indication.

They ate slowly. Cub was thumbing through his notebook with one hand while Scar absentmindedly chewed on his food. The eggs were just as he liked them. His attention was captured by a lock of hair on Cub's head that was standing up in the wrong direction. It was cute. Like Cub had a wing on his head. Though thinking about it, that would look silly. And be impractical. He couldn't put his flight cap on. And not like a singular wing would be able to carry his weight.

Judging by Cub's expression when Scar arrived back in reality, he had probably been staring for a long time. His plate was empty.

Cub shook his head with a laugh. He took the dishes and put them in the dish barrel. Normally they did the dishes immediately, no use leaving small tasks unfulfilled, Cub always said. Scar curiously watched Cub refill their mugs and put them on the table before Scar. Then he took a blanket out of their tent and made his way to the main door. "Do you want to watch the sun rise?"

A wide grin spread on Scar's face. He took their mugs and followed Cub.

Their hangar was facing east. Back when they built it Cub had said with the positions of the nearby mountains this was the most optimal orientation to catch the wind for their soon to exist plane at lift off. Scar hadn't argued. It also had the added bonus that the rising sun streaming into the open hangar door, catching and shining onto the polished metal of their plane, looked absolutely amazing.

Though right now the sun wasn't quite there yet. Still lazily rising over the horizon, painting the sky beautiful hues of orange, pink and blue.

Cub spread one of the small tarps on the bare ground and sat down, getting comfortable and wrapping the blanket around his shoulders. He spread one arm open in an invitation to Scar. Scar happily clambered into Cub's embrace, careful not to spill their coffee. They sat shoulder to shoulder, Cub wrapping the blanket around them. When it was secure Scar handed Cub his mug.

It was nice. Fantastic, even.

They sipped their coffee as they watched the sun climb the sky and bathe their barren plateau in light. In the distance Scar could see the dam spring to life with the daylight, funneling the excess water that had accumulated in the night in order to generate the energy they would use for their machines and instruments. It really was a marvel of Cub's engineering and Scar never got tired of seeing it.

Underneath the blanket Scar blindly searched for Cub's hand. When he finally found it after tracing a path up from Cub's leg and down his arm, much to Cub's amusement, he laced their fingers together and laid his head on Cub's shoulder.

This was nice. Warm. Today was going to be a good day, Scar was sure of it.

an au from september 2022 and since then has been slowly growing. what Kie @kieiswrite and I lovingly call aviation au. just two young wide-eyed dreamers out in the prairie of s4 to build their dreams of flight with their own hands. would be a shame if something happened to them. but not here. this is a peaceful morning some time after they got together.

possibly more of this au in the future. maybe what happens to them in the bottomless black sea of the end. possibly.

edit: check out @kieiswrite's fic to find out what happens to our young adventurers out in the end!

#convex #cubscarweek #cubfan135 #goodtimeswithscar #hermitshipping #hermitcraft #karis fics #gtwscar

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spiderrrling · 6 years

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Partners In Crime - Tom Holland (Chapter 11)

Pairing - Mobster! Tom Holland x Reader (AU) (Mobster! Tom Holland)

Warnings - Swearing, violence

Word count - 4.5k

Additional notes - The mood board is made by @fanboy-tom thank you so much! (btw if you want to make playlists, mood boards, ect for my work go ahead just @ me ok?)

Easter eggs - Who do you take me for?

“Tom this better work or we are fucked,” Harrison muttered from the driver's seat, his hands were wrapped so tight around the steering wheel he was scared it would break between his fingers. His eyes never left the road as he spoke.

“Harrison, this is going to work, we are going to get her back.” Tom swallowed, he was holding his gun tightly between his hands. Over the past hours, he had loaded, unloaded and counted the cold brass bullets countless times. Occasionally he would run his fingers over the engravings on the gun, the cold metal barely touching the tips of his fingers. “I swear.” His voice was barely louder than a whisper.

“Tom this is different from any other situation. The person in there is not just any person in there. It’s Y/N, it’s my sister.” Haz paused for a second, eyes averting from the road to look at Tom. “Not just that but we are rouge-”

“Haz we are not rouge, we run this fucking mob, we make our own decisions.” Tom interrupted him before he could finish. “Then I hope we made the right one.” Haz was able to choke out. “We are here.” Haz stopped the car in front of an old factory building. It was an old abandoned brick factory, broken glass panes, torn plastic sheets put up in a pathetic attempt to close the gaps, the front door was draped with rusting chains and locks.

“Tom.” He reached over and locked the door from the main panel, stopping him from leaving the car, Tom let out a small groan when the door wouldn’t open. “Wait.” Harrison swallowed.

“Whatever happens in there I want you to swear that you get her out of there.” He reached over into the back seat to find his gun. “Tom, I-I can’t- I can’t lose-” Haz let out a shaky breath before Tom broke him off.

“You won't lose her, none of us will. I swear to you on my life we will find her.” Tom dropped the gun in his lap, turning to look at his best mate, his foot nervously tapping against the floor. “A-and Tom? What you did- what you asked her to do? I understand why you had to do it.” Tom’s phone vibrated in his pocket, he pulled it out to check the incoming message. “The boys are ready, we need to go.” Harrison reached over and unlocked the car. “Let’s go get her back.”

Tom slid out the barrel from his gun, tipping it back and collecting the six brass bullets in his hand, carefully counting them before sliding them back, carefully listening to the small click from each of them before cocking the gun. Holding the weapon tightly between his hands, pointing it towards the floor.

He took small steps, careful to check around every corner before making his way down the long-abandoned halls. Every now and then his breathing would hitch in his throat, a pit of nerves had settled in his stomach, laying there like a heavy rock, slowing down his movements with every step he took.

A blood-curdling scream cut through the air, a real-life horror movie scream that made every muscle in his body tense and every hair to stand up, next he heard a bang- more of a thump really the sound of something heavy hitting the floor. Not something, someone.

The room Harrison Osterfield found himself in was something taken straight out of a horror movie. Metal benches in rows upon rows, trash that had been collecting on the floor over the years, sound glass cracking under the soles echoed under the high ceilings as he wandered around the room.

Then he laid eyes on the eeriest object in the room, a chalk white marble bathtub, with shining brass feet. Slowly he made his way over to the tub, nearing it carefully almost like it was alive and out to hurt him. Then he smelled it, the vague metallic scent of blood, dried blood smeared against the sides of the tub, there was a small chain, laying on the ground like a lifeless snake. Haz sunk to his knees, hands fumbling on the ground trying to grasp the necklace.

Oh god. A small sob escaped his lips, his hands were shaking but he was not letting go of the small string between his fingers. Tears were clouding his vision, threatening to spill any second. “Pull yourself together Osterfield.” He whispered between his small quiet sobs.

A distant scream tore Harrison away from his thoughts, instantly getting to his feet and collecting his gun between his hands, shoving the small bracelet into his pocket and drying the small tear that ran down his cheek, quickly making his way out of the room. Even though the scream was horrific it placed a small bit of hope in him, hope that Y/N was alive.

“Tom!” Harrison’s eyes landed on the curly haired mobster, Haz could see his black suit jacket stretching over his broad shoulders at the mention of his name. “Haz thank god it is only you.” Tom let out a relieved breath. “Guessing you heard the scream?”

“You don’t think that-” Haz said, trembling over his words. “I do, I really do but I don’t want to.” Tom interrupted him, hearing the words aloud made it real. “Anything from Sam or Harry?”

“No nothing, not since we entered the building.”

“No, I don’t want us to split up.” Haz stood alongside his brothers and partner in crime, Sam was holding a large pair of bolt cutters in one hand, the rest of them holding guns.

“If we do we find her faster-” Tom started, his nails digging into his palm, almost being able to swear that he could feel Y/N’s presence. “And we might get killed faster.”

“I will take Paddy, Harry, you stay on guard Tom and Haz you decide whatever you want to do, report if you find anything” Sam said before moving and cutting over the big chains that draped across one of the entrances, the metal rattling against the concrete, he pushed the gate open and entered the abandoned building.

“Where do you think it came from-” Before Tom could finish another scream cut through the cold air, just as hair-raising as the last one if not even more. The two mobsters only exchanged looks with each other and with no words they said everything they needed to. Both of them ran towards what they thought was the origin of the horrendous howl. Tom didn’t bother to message Sam and Paddy, he needed to get to her.

Harrison pushed open the door open- in reality, he more so kicked than pushed it open. His eyes landed on the two Cornell males.

“Go after the boy I will take Brian!” Harrison yelled to Tom who was already running after Daniel, who was headed for another exit to the room. Harrison had his weapon drawn as he tackled Brian, his movements quick and rapid. Sending quick punches at him.

“Where is she?” Harrison yelled. “Where the fuck is Y/N?” The barrel of his gun was pointed towards Brian who was standing on his knees in front of him, his hands in the air. “She’s dead mate.” Brian spat at him, there was not a single trace of doubt in his mind as he spoke.

“You are lying!” His blood was boiling and his vision was blurry and red. “Tell me where the fuck Y/N is!” Harrison took an impulse decision, kneeing the man in front of him in the stomach, making him fall onto his back, groaning in pain. “Tell me where she is!” For every word, he spoke he sent a new kick into Brian’s body. Blood was starting to drip out from between his lips and ran from his nose. “Dead”

Tom followed Daniel into what must have been the largest room in the entire building, and in the middle of the room was Y/N. Both the mobsters acted on impulse, both Tom and Daniel fired their guns at the same time. Tom’s bullet barely grazed Daniel ’s arm, making him cry out in pain. Dan’s bullet, on the other hand, landed in Y/N’s stomach, just next to her bel

“Drop the fucking gun, Daniel.” Tom’s voice was determined, in front of him was the younger Cornell boy pressing his gun against Y/N’s temple.

“That is not the way this goes Thomas, lower your gun the next bullet goes in her skull.” Dan started to slowly move his finger to the trigger. “T-Tom, i-it’s ok.” Y/N croaked out, her throat was sore like sandpaper. Daniel pressed the gun harder against her temple, it was cold- almost freezing.

Tom dropped the gun on the floor, the weapon catering on the cold stone floor. “Yeah, that is right.” Daniel moved his finger off the trigger but didn’t move the gun away from Y/N.

“Y/N I'm sorry… I-I should never have made you deal with these pricks-” Tom’s voice was shaking, knowing he had made the wrong choice.

“So this is your doing Holland? Why didn’t I see it, you were always the puppet master, do you see how horrible this man is Osterfield?” Daniel broke him of. “I did my end of the deal drop your fucking weapon.”

“Do you know what? I had to see my family fall apart in front of my eyes and I want you to feel the same fucking way I did Holland, I want to break, just like I did.”

“I’m sorry, I-I never meant for this to happen.” Tom’s knees were about to give out under his weight. “I-t’s ok T-Tom, it is going to be o-ok.” Her lip was shaking as she spoke. “You are really willing to die for this prick?” Dan never moved his gun from Y/N’s temple. “I am willing to die for my family.”

“Where is your backup now Tom huh? Where are they when I am one movement away from killing your girl. How foolish you were to come in without backup.” He scoffed. “What is your bullshit saying? Lealtà e omertà in noi. Where is your loyalty now?”

“Did someone say backup?” Never in his life had Tom been so happy to see his brothers. “Were you never taught that if you mess with one Holland you get the whole bunch?” Paddy and Sam were holding a gun each. “You are outnumbered Daniel, now drop the gun.” Not taking the risk, Daniel slowly started to move his gun down from Y/N’s head, before dropping it on the ground. Then he did the stupid thing, swiftly turning his back and running as fast as he could away from them.

“Go after him I will take Y/N!” Tom shouted, running over to Y/N, pulling out a knife from his jacket and cutting over the ropes that were binding her to the chair before picking her up bridal style.

“Fuck darling. You will be ok.” He used one of his hands to move hers over the small wound, pushing it down to put pressure on it. “Can you hold your hand right here darling?” Tom rushed through the halls, his hands sweaty and clammy, he was scared that he would drop her.

His heart broke in his chest to see her hurt like this, her arms were covered in cuts and bruises. “I am getting you out of here ok?” Tom rushed out of the building, as fast as he could, pushing through doors and obstacles until he finally pushed out the last door.

“Harry! Harry where the fuck are you?” Tom shouted, rushing towards the car. Everything that ran through his mind was fixed around Y/N and getting her to safety.

“Mate what the fuck is happening? I heard gunshots-” He stopped talking when he saw Y/N in Tom’s arms. Harry tore open the door to the car, opening it so Tom could place Y/N in the car. “You are going to be alright Y/N, just hold ok?”

“Harry get her to the hospital, now.”

Y/N Osterfield slowly opened her eyes, the sharp smell of hospital disinfectant and antiseptics stung in her nostrils, the slow steady beeping of a heart monitor. Small sun rays shone in from the windows in the hospital room. It felt like her eyes had been glued shut, through many hours of sleep, she had slept like a rock. Y/N had spent her fair share of time in hospitals, but she had never been the one in the bed.

“Y/N? Haz? Haz I think she is waking up!” Y/N could hear Tom’s distant voice calling out, a tone that usually sounded heavenly was now loud and sharp cutting through her throbbing headache. “Can we get a nurse in here? Now!”

“T-Tom?” Y/N croaked, her voice barely carrying through the room. “Sh, just relax ok? Can we please get a fucking nurse in here?” Tom rushed over to the bedside his hand stroking her hair. “Shh princess don’t move.”

“W-where?” She whispered, trying to push herself on her elbows, dropping immediately dropping back down, groaning in pain as she felt pain shoot through her body, her slow steady breathing replaced with a quick panting. “Just lay still darling.” Tom’s hand found hers, holding it in his own giving it a gentle squeeze and slowly running his thumb over the back of it. He could swear touching her was like being able to breathe again.

“I-It hurts, it-” Everything hurt every small movement sent waves of pain through her body. It hurt too much, her body hurt too much, her head hurt too much. There were bruises and cuts decorating her body. Y/N shut her eyes, she didn’t want to see, she didn’t want to see where she was, she didn’t want to see the small wounds that had been covered in white gauze, because it made it all too real.

“It is going to be ok, we got you now. You are going to be ok.” She looked so small under the sheets. So tiny and unprotected, the two feelings she hated the most in the world.

“Is she awake?” Somewhere in the room Y/N could hear a female voice that came along with a pair of footsteps, she could feel Tom’s hand pull away from her hair.

“Hi, Miss. Osterfield, I have been your nurse for the past days.” The nurse towered over her, leaning over her to check on the IV that was stuck in her arm.

“What? Days?” Slowly she was coming back to consciousness and with that just came more pain. “You were hit pretty bad, Miss. Osterfield.” The nurse only smiled at her. “You were shot, you were under surgery for a couple hours when they brought you in, you were lucky, just a few millimeters to the left and you would have died. Can you remember being shot?” Corresponding with the words Y/N could feel a patch of gauze taped to her stomach. She only nodded at her in response. “Your head was hit pretty hard, does your head hurt or do you feel any nausea?”

“My head hurts.” It was true, her head was throbbing with pain, she could feel a migraine threatening at the back of her head. “B-but no nausea.”

“Good.” The nurse noted down her answer on a notepad. “You also suffered some minor injuries, several cuts, bruises, and scrapes, they are mostly healed by now but you might continue to feel sore over the next few days.”Everything she was saying came out with a smile, something about it made her uneasy. “We are going to keep you here for a few more days-”

“Tom? Is she awake.” Y/N could hear Harrison’s voice entering the room. “Y-yeah she is up.” Their voices were distant, almost like they were in another world. Harrison pushed past Tom, quickly making his way over to the bedside. “Hey there sis, I missed you.” He smiled at her, she could see his eyes starting to tear up. “H-haz, hey there.” Y/N gave her brother a weak smile. “C-could you leave us?” He turned to the nurse, who quickly left the room.

“You scared me so fucking much never do that to me again!” Harrison half heartedly scolded her, holding her hand in his. “At Least I am here now.” She let out a shaky breath. “Where is mum and dad?”

“D-don’t worry about them right now ok?”

“Do you remember what happened?” Tom pulled out one of the chairs in the room and sat next to Harrison. “Y/N can you tell me how much you remember?”

“Everything.” She breathed out, her breathing hitched in her throat and her hands grew clammy as she thought of the events of the past days. “Every single fucking second of it”

“C-can you tell us what happened while you were there?”

“N-no, no I can’t.” Images started to flash before her mind, horrendous images filled with nothing but pain and screams, her hands began to tremble at the memories. The heart rate monitor started to beep rapidly, as her heart rate increased. “Y/N?” Tom’s voice was distant as her ears were ringing with her own screams. “Y/N?” Tom repeated. Her breathing was heavy, pulling in deep breaths of air, but it was like her body rejected the oxygen.

“Can we get a nurse in here?” Y/N was panicking, her chest was hurting like a boa was tightening around her with every passing second, her head was spinning a hundred miles an hour and sweat was starting to prickle out from her forehead. She didn’t notice but at one point a new nurse had entered the room.

“I think she is having a panic attack.” The nurse ignored Harrison and pushed him away for free access to the IV, swiftly pulling out a syringe with a clear liquid in it. Giving it a quick tap before inserting it into the IV, the clear liquid making its way into her arm. Before she knew it her eyelids got heavy and she drifted into the land of dreams.

“Torture me all you want but I want but I am not giving you any information!” She yelled at the man in front of her. “We are not torturing you yet Osterfield.”

Cuts, bruises and grazes covered her face arms and legs, her previously magnificent dress was dirty and torn. Reduced to nothing more than rags. She could feel small drops of blood running from multiple cuts mixing with sweat and dripping down her face.

The room she found herself in was dark and reeked of bleach and cleaning chemicals. The room was darkly lit and Y/N struggled to see what was in front of her, by squinting her eyes she could barely outline the man who stood in front of her.

The only sources of color in the room was her and Brian. Her arms and legs were tied to a chair. Skin pink and swollen from rope burns.

Brian stepped away from her, reaching into his pocket pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, she small source of light illuminating his face in the dark room.

“Torture or no torture I am not telling you anything!” She spat at him, string to pull her wrists from the rope. “Oh, I am counting on it.” He leaned in, pressing the lit cigarette against her temple.

It felt like someone was cutting through her head with a red hot knife, sending sharp pains through her body, gasping for air.

“Aghh!” She yelled, her screams mixing with his sadistic laughter. “What is that shit you say again? Lealtà e omertà in noi? Loyalty and silence eh?” He removed the cigarette from her temple, the mark still burning, Y/N was still panting. “So I have a lot more to go until you break eh princess?”

“I don’t break.” She spat in his face. “Then you die.” Two new figures emerged from the never ending darkness, stepping into the small source of light. “But you are dying either way.” It was Katniss sickly sweet voice that spoke.

“I would rather die than betray my family.” Y/N tugged at the ropes, desperate to get free, it only resulting in a bracelet of red rope burns. “Your family?” Katniss Cornell bent down to be in eye level with Y/N.

“After what I saw Tom might be a little more than family is he?” She looked into her eyes. “You have no idea what you are talking about.”

“I wouldn't be so sure of that.” Katniss sent her a wicked smile “Now, this will be the last time you lie to me Y/N-”

“Or what? You are going to kill me? You have told me that, it loses its shock factor after a while.” She smirked at her small victory, Katniss stood back up again, looking down at the girl bound to the chair.

“You are a feisty one aren’t you?” Daniel, Maxon’s brother who had kept quiet until now started to speak.

“Funny thing, your brother said that before I put a bullet through his skull.” Y/N was always one to act first and think later, and this situation was no different. “Don’t talk about him like that.” Daniel gripped her jaw, forcing her to look up at him. “Or what? You’ll kill me just like I killed your family?”

“Oh you have no idea what you are in for princess”

Ice cold water poured over her body, numbing her limbs, shaking her to the core. A few Ice cubes landing on her bare skin, leaving red swollen rectangular marks.

“Have you had enough yet princess?” Daniel laughed like he had seen the deepest rings of hell, throwing the plastic bucket on the floor. “You call that torture?”

Y/N Osterfield hastily opened her eyes, her breathing was hitching in her throat. Nightmare it was just a nightmare, nothing more, you are not there anymore.

“Hey darling.” Tom moved from his chair and to the bedside to sit next to the hospital bed, he could see the small tears that started to form in her eyes. “Oh darling what’s wrong? Nightmare?” She only gave him a small nod in return. His hand moved over the bed to hold hers. Moonlight shone in from outside, barely illuminating the dark room around her. “You have been out for a few hours.” His voice was low, not wanting alarm her. “Do you want to tell me what happened in your dream?”

“N-no, T-Tom I can’t. I can’t.” She was starting to panic, the thought of having to relive the horrendous memories of the past days- or just her dream made her breathing hitch in her throat and panic to rush through her veins. “T-Tom please don’t make me-”

“Shh, darling it is fine you don’t have to.” He broke her off, starting to run his fingers up and down her arm desperately trying to calm her “We can talk about something else huh? It is alright love, I am right here” Her breathing slowed down, Y/N focused on slowly pulling air into her lungs before slowly letting it back out. Pain still sheeted though her body with a terrible intensity whenever she moved.

“Y-you are hurt…” She reached up her hand, resting it as the side of his face running her thumb over his cheek looking at his split lip and bruised face. “Not more than you are.” Tom placed his hand over hers, holding it close to him. “Where is Haz?”

“He is asleep darling, he passed out about the same time you did.” Tom smiled at her, grabbing both her hands, holding them in his. “Why haven't you slept?” Y/N let out a small laugh even though it felt like a small sharp-toothed creature was eating her from the inside.

“I don’t want to leave your side, not when you are hurt.” His coffee eyes met with hers. “But you are hurt too.” Y/N yawned, stretching her arm over her head letting out a whimper of pain as she did.

“Go to sleep love, you must me exhausted” Tom let go of her hand and tucked some loose strands of hair behind her ear. “Just go to sleep.”

“T-tommy I am scared.” She whispered, knowing her dreams would be filled with nightmares. “Shh darling I am here, I will fight of any nightmare that might come.” He gently ran his fingers up and down her arm, urging her to go to sleep. “What are you going to fight them of with?” She laughed, her lids getting heavy with every passing second. “With my bare hands obviously.”

“B-but how did you find me?” Y/N let out a shaky breath, one of her hands fisted around the soft, snow white bed sheets, Harrison was holding the other in his. In her small hospital room they had been able to fit six people.

“Paddy the genius he is beat some surveillance tapes out of Alec and traced the license plate of a car that left their residence around the time you… disappeared.” Harrison smiled at his sister, his hand over her knee, afraid to let go of her.

“Do you think you are ready to tell us what happened Y/N?” Tom’s voice was low and soothing, trying as hard as he could not to trigger a new panic attack. “Or do you want some more time?”

“I-I can’t, n-not just yet.” Her voice was shaking, her hand grabbing onto the hospital bed railing. “Hey-hey Y/N, it is ok, you don’t have to say anything.” Harrison ran his thumb over the back of her hand. “A-are they gone?” Y/N’s lip was quivering. “Yes, they are gone, they can’t hurt you or anyone.”

“Tom? A word please?” Sam held the door open, gesturing for Tom to follow him out of the hospital room and into the hallway.

“Tom, we have Briand and Daniel, we are just awaiting your orders.” He shut the door behind the two of them the second tom got out into the hallway.

“You leave them for me, ok? I don’t want you up in my business ok?” Tom turned away from his brother, starting to walk away from him.

“Oh and Tom? I heard what Daniel said, he called Y/N your girl.” “Sam, it is not like that-” Tom started, trying to keep his voice low so no one would hear what they were talking about.

“Not like that? I saw how you danced with her, you care about her more than you should Tom, don’t go down that road, it can’t lead to anything good.”

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mi6-cafe · 6 years

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platinumjeon · 7 years

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Ankle Biter | 03

pairing: taehyung x reader - single dad! au

warnings/genre: major fluff, major angst, smut eventually I’m sure because of my thirsty ass

summary: You swear that your job sucks, except for the guy who keeps coming in every morning to order himself a black coffee, and his kid a strawberry milk and chocolate muffin. When you and Taehyung have an awkward run-in at the cafe thanks to his kid, feelings start to emerge and so do the secrets.

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Playlist | 01 | 02 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | epilogue

moodboards: before & after

You looked down at the little boy, who was jumping excitedly up and down at the sight of you, the Pretty Coffee Girl and his dad together somewhere that wasn’t the shop.

“Pretty Coffee Girl? Does she have a name?” The woman asked accusingly, looking you up and down with a judgemental look on her face.

It was obvious who this was: Taeji’s maternal grandparents, and you vaguely remember the day you ran into Taehyung that he mentioned something about how they thought he was unfit to be a parent. At the thought, your blood boiled and your face flushed with regard for Taehyung over all.

“My name is Y/N,” you spoke with a discerning glare at the woman, turning ever so slightly to look at Taeji and crouching to his level. The little boy grinned at you, black bouncy hair shiny in the sunlight. He looked so much like Taehyung, there wasn’t anything you could pinpoint that made him look anything like his mother. You’ve never met Minsoo, and maybe the fact that her son didn’t look anything like her was a blessing. Taeji belonged with Taehyung, but it was obvious the kid’s grandparents didn’t think so.

“Hm. Well, we must be going. Oh, Taehyung, expect a call from my lawyer today after I speak to him about your…” Taeji’s grandma said, shoving a finger in Taehyung’s direction then slowly moving it to point at you, “...little situation you have going on here.”

Just as the three of you thought you were free from Grandma Choi’s intense glaring, she popped her head back in the room and said with a menacing smile, “Good parents don’t have one night stands.” Then disappeared down the hallway.

You and Taehyung stood there for a moment, dumbfounded, until the door slammed in the distance. Taeji was occupied on the floor, having taken out the hot wheels cars stowed away in his backpack and you looked down at him sadly, horrified that Taehyung was at war with these people for custody over his creation. You almost wanted to scoop Taeji up and say, “He’s mine until you all come to an agreement,” just to get him out of situations like the one that just happened.

But you didn’t, and all you could do was look to Taehyung who had seemed to turn to stone.

“Taehyung?” You asked quietly, looking up to his eyes. He was staring at the door where Mrs. Choi had once stood, insulting his parenting and decisions over his personal life. You inwardly groaned, confused as what to do next. So you turned farther and wrapped your arms around Taehyung’s waist, your chin digging into his shoulder.

“It’s gonna be alright,” You whisper, hugging him tighter as his arms come to hold your body against his. “I know,” He says shakily, before pulling away from you and looking down at his son.

“Hey, buddy, did Grandma give you breakfast? Do you want to go down to the hotel?” Taehyung said cheerily, his entire attitude and persona changing as the 5 year old looked up at his father with a boxy smile. “Can they put chocolate chips in pancakes?” Taeji asked, his words not quite yet pronounciated correctly.

Taehyung laughed and nodded as lean arms came to pick the little boy up and hoist him up, and at that moment Taeji’s father turned to you with a much shier smile. “You’re welcome to come, too, if you want.”

You thought about the night before, reminicsing in the way Taehyung touched you and brushed over your skin with his electric hands, the way his tongue molded with yours as you gasped into his mouth. Just being next to him and feeling the heat coming off of his skin made you want to melt, again, because you were falling for Taehyung, and hard.

Taehyung gave you a sheepish smile, much like the one from the restaurant the night before, when he gestured to the blue minivan in the back of the garage. You had hopped in no problem, even offering to buckle Taeji in as the little boy sang songs to himself and drove a toy car along the arm of his booster seat. “Ready to go, Taeji?” You said happily, patting his fluffy head as he beamed up at you.

“Pretty Coffee Girl, guess what? My tooth is loose,” He blurted, opening his mouth wide to show you the wiggly tooth in the front of his mouth. You laughed wholeheartedly, the little boy’s innocence shining through like rays of sunlight, so you leaned forward to get a good look at the loose tooth.

“Wow! Is this the first tooth you’re losing? Are you ready for the tooth fairy to come and leave you a present?” You singsonged, and Taeji nodded excitedly. You smiled before closing the door and getting in front. The feeling of nostalgia mulled over you like an ocean wave, and you looked over to grin at Taehyung. And that’s when you looked down.

“Uh. Taehyung, I’m in your shirt and basketball shorts.” Your voice flat, and Taehyung turned his head momentarily to rake down your body. “Oh,” he mumbled, slowing down at the stop sign on one of the side streets. “I can take you to your apartment so you can change.” He offered, and you nodded.

“Daddy, why is she wearing your clothes?” Taeji asked suddenly from the backseat, and you and Taehyung turned back to look at him. Taehyung visably swallowed hard, averting his eyes and turning back to the wheel to say, “She and I had a sleepover last night and she forgot her pajamas.”

You wanted to burst out laughing at Taehyung’s golden expression, his hands clenching agains the steering wheel. Despite Taeji’s awkward question, his father’s expression remains amused as he drives towards your apartment.

Despite the morning’s happenings, the day was bright and full of sunshine as it filtered through the car’s windows much like it had to the room this morning. You thought of the day you first met Taehyung, and when he dropped his phone on the ground thanks to your obvious clumsiness. Usually it was Namjoon who was the clumsy one, but something about Taehyung made the butterflies in your stomach ignite.

At the thought of your best friend, you dig around in your pocket for your cellphone and wrestle it out of it’s confines to power it on. Immediately, messages and missed calls flooded in from Namjoon, begging you to call him. You weren’t angry with him. He just needed to see that Taehyung was not what he was a year ago.

“Is that Namjoon?” Taehyung asked, glancing over at your buzzing phone. You nodded shyly, “Yeah. He’s worried because I haven’t called him since we went to the restaurant. “ You admitted, typing out a message to Namjoon in response to all of his frantic texts. You see Taehyung’s jaw clench from your answer out of the corner of your eye, but focusing on your best friend’s text messages only distracted you.

[Namjoonie: 9:24 PM] Can you just call me?

[Namjoonie: 9:56 PM] Y/N, I’m sorry I don’t know how many more times I can apologize

[Namjoonie: 10:17 PM] Where are you? You’re not at your apartment.

[Namjoonie: 11:01 PM] Dude, come on, where are you?

[Namjoonie: 1:38 AM] You’re not with that guy, are you?

[Namjoonie: 1:44 AM] NO WAY YOU SO ARE

[Namjoonie: 2:09 AM] Well..I’ll be here if you want to talk to me. I really am sorry, I miss you :(

[You: 9:14 AM] Sorry, Joon. I’m not mad. I’ll call you later.

Sighing, you put your phone on silent and shoved it back into the pocket of Taehyung’s basketball shorts right as he pulled up to your apartment in his minivan chariot. “I’ll be right back, just wait here,” You say, hopping out of the car and running into the building.

You make your way through the double doors and punch in the building code, only to whirl around at the voice of someone that made shivers run down your spine.

“Long time no see, huh, Y/N?” Jimin’s voice resounded around your brain, echoing as the memories came flooding back. All you wanted at that moment was to book it up the staircase and never see him again, because that’s what you promised yourself when you broke up with him in the first place. Jimin bruised your heart. There was no doubt about it - he left it battered and in pieces after you realized what he was doing, and it ended right then and there. So this? This was only going to make your head throb.

“Yeah. Sure.” You said flatly, turning around to continuously press the elevator button until it dinged and you stepped in, praying Jimin would leave you alone. There’s no reason for him to be here; literally, absolutely no reason and you were terrified that since he had run into you again, he wouldn’t stop.

Thankfully, you made it upstairs without having to sit in awkward conversation with your ex-boyfriend, and quickly ran into your apartment to change into jeans and sweatshirt.

Taehyung saw your face as you got back into the minivan. Shaken, forcibly blank, but he didn’t say anything as he stepped on the gas peddle and drove far away from your past.

The hotel was bustling. Waiters in crisp, white uniforms carried trays of crystal glasses full of orange mimosas around the expanse of the hotel’s fine restaurant, there was incessant, chirpy chatter in the air while the morning sunshine shone in through the large modern windows placed throughout the establishment that made you smile with delight.

You breathed in the air of bacon, eggs and hashbrowns as Taehyung carried his son in his arms, weaving through various strands of people coming in and out of the restaurant.

“Mr. Kim! Lovely to see you. The usual spot?” A man in a tuxedo said, holding a white iPad in his gloved hands. You were shocked at the formality this man held towards Taehyung, all while smiling and making silly faces at Taeji to get him to laugh.

“Yes, thank you.” Taehyung said, dipping in a slight bow as the man took off, prompting the three of you to follow him down the aisle until he brings you to a set of white, gold embellished double doors, pushing them aside with gentle hands as the room in front of you is revealed.

Glittering china littered the tables like leaves from a tree in the fall, hues of gold and bronze accenting the round room with small pockets of silver, like the chandler that hung above the entire place. There were four other couples in the room, and as you neared the table you watched Taeji’s eyes get wide and glimmer with excitement.

“Daddy, Jungmi is over there! Can I go play with her?” He says, little voice high pitched and legs struggling against Taehyung’s body. Along with Taehyung, your eyes cast over to the other table pressed up against the window. A young girl around Taeji’s age looked around at the voice that said her name, and immediately she turned to the man who was sitting across from her.

You couldn’t hear what she was saying, but Taehyung looked at you with a sweet smile and said, “Ah, that’s my good friend Jungkook over there. Taeji plays with his daughter a lot. Mind if we say hi?” He suggests. You’re about to answer with a mere nod as Taehyung reaches down and grabs your hand, making those ever familiar shocks of electricity shoot up your arm once again.

He grins at you, the same boxy smile you’ve become accustomed to as he drags you over to the table where a handsome (actually, more than handsome. Beautiful) man sat across from a cute little girl in a pink and white dress who looked up at the three new people at the foot of the table. “Tae!” She shouts, and Taeji is quick to struggle out of his dad’s arms before running off to the middle of the room to dance around with Jungmi.

“Taehyung. Nice to see you again, man,” Jungkook says with a grin as he stands up, leaning forward to shake Taehyung’s hand. Taehyung returns his gesture, a kind smile growing on his face as he begins to talk. “You too, it’s been awhile. How’s the company?” He asked.

Jungkook’s smile doesn’t falter as he looks over at Jungmi and Taeji playing on the luggage cart. “Really great. Come on over and visit sometime with Taeji, Jungmi’s always there with her nanny while I work.” He offers before his gaze settles on you.

“I’m Jungkook,” The man says immediately at the sight of you, and only then do you notice how muscular he actually is as he leans to shake your hand. There is a slight off feeling about him, more playboy and less fatherly than you thought. “Y/N.” You smile sweetly, shyly, as his grip tightens over yours.

“Are you two, uh, together? Jin’s gonna kick you out of the club now, Tae.” Jungkook laughs, shifting on his feet to glance over at his daughter, still playing peacefully with Taeji.

Taehyung’s face shifts from comfortable to slight panic as he looks over at you and stutters, “Uh - no, she’s just - coming to see the hotel and -”

Jungkook lets out a loud laugh before clapping Taehyung on the shoulder before leaning forward to attempt a not-so-whisper in his friends ear. “One night stand gone wrong, huh bud? Staying for breakfast, be careful ‘bout that.”

Your jaw goes slack at his words, hurt immediately filling your chest and anxiety rushing over you in waves. Had you overstayed your welcome? Should you have left when Taeji came home? You thought Taehyung had wanted you to stay, judging by his words this morning..

You’re welcome to come.

You should have left, oh god, you should have just left, and you’re ready to turn on your heel and catch a cab back to your apartment, where you’d curl up and groan at your insensitivity to social cues when a waitress with bright red hair comes up to the three of you.

“Can I get you guys a tab - oh, Mr. Kim! It’s great to see you.” She chirps, and your eyebrows furrow but you wipe away the thoughts and it replaces with curiosity. Taehyung bows slightly, and he looks nervous as his gaze switches from you, to the waitress then to Jungkook.

“Can you pull up a table so they can sit with us?” Jungkook says, shooting a bright, implied smile at the waitress, who returns it thoughtfully before nodding and calling a few other waiters to help her move a table.

As the table is pulled up and the kids come back to sit down, you’re left in between Taehyung and Jungkook, with the kids on the other side of the rectangular table. Chatter fills the room and you’ve picked up your menu, trying to decide if you should have Namjoon call you to get you out of this situation.

It’s not that you didn’t want to be around Taehyung - the night you spent there had been the best sex you’ve ever had and you could admit that the pillowtalk after the event really sealed your feelings, but what Jungkook said wouldn’t stop swarming your head like bees to a nest.

“Do you know what you’re getting?” Taehyung asked, his voice quiet as his body turned slightly over to you to point out random things on the menu. He didn’t seem nervous anymore - in fact, you wondered if it was just your mind imagining things that weren’t actually happening.

“Oh, I just had to come over here and tell you three that you’re such a cute little family! Your little boy is a carbon copy of his parents.” An old woman dressed in luxury clothing stands in front of the table, a light, botox smile plastered against her face as her words come out in high pitched strands, and the small smile on your face dropped immediately as you began to explain.

“No - we’re not -”

“Thank you very much.” Taehyung interjects with a bright smile, reaching above the table to settle his hand on top of yours. Your eyebrows pinch together again as you rip your hand from under his before you stand up, the chair skidding across the floor with ripe sound. Breathing felt hard in that moment, and you briskly walked past the woman as Taehyung, Jungkook and the kids stared at you walking away.

What the hell was that? You thought as you pushed your purse back on your shoulder, thoughts infiltrated with images of what just happened back there. You needed to think, to get out of there and stay away from Jungkook and the kids and especially Taehyung, because this was all moving weirdly fast.

You shake your head. What were you thinking? Although you weren’t a one night stand, you should have acted like one and left early as possible to avoid all this embarrassment. You felt like an idiot, just a plain old idiot as you walked out of the hotel doors and flagged a taxi.

“Y/N!” You heard Taehyung’s voice say, wavering in the wind but you paid no mind as you stepped farther out into the street, desperately hoping to get a taxi before you had to face your one night stand.

“Y/N, just wait,” Taehyung said, hand reaching out to grapple at your wrist. You’re pulled backwards and you slam into his chest, faces as close as they were as the two of you slept last night. Stepping backwards, you’re ready to throw some choice words at him but he stops you as he flags down a taxi for you. As it stops in front of where the two of you stood, you look up at him incredulously.

“If you want to go, go. What Jungkook said isn’t right, and I don’t think that about you and I didn’t have any bad intentions,” Taehyung says, out of breath from running after you. He takes in a deep breath before continuing. “I really, really wanted this to work out.”

You look down at your feet then up at Taehyung, before shaking your head. “I saw you look at that waitress. Sleep with her, too? I don’t even know you,” You snap, before opening the car door of the taxi, intent to drive to Namjoon’s apartment and bury yourself in his blankets and ice cream, but Taehyung’s hand shoots out again to grab yours.

“Then get to know me.” He says simply, and you let your hand go limp in his. Swallowing hard, you glance at the taxi patiently waiting for you to get in and tentatively yell, “Drive, drive, drive!” But Taehyung’s face stops you, his deep-set dark brown eyes holding you hostage even though you knew if you pulled away a third time, he wouldn’t come after you again.

“Fine.” You breathe, and he drops your hand. Taehyung steps aside, leaning against the taxi cab and handing him a bill before waving him off. “Don’t do that.” You say, looking over at Taehyung with obvious disdain.

“Why not?” He says curiously as he takes his place back in front of you again.

“I don’t need you to take care of me or give away your money or anything for me, okay?” You say, trying not to give away the annoyance in your voice. At this point you just wanted to go home, to call Taehyung another day. This was exhausting.

Taehyung bites his lip and looks away from your gaze. “Alright,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Then just try for me, alright? I really do want this to work out. I feel like we have gotten off on the wrong foot.” He chides, but then he’s coming closer to you, his finger under your chin.

You nod, not sure where this is going to go as he steps away from you. “I’ll go get Taeji. We can head back and I can drop you off, yeah?” He asks.

“Why’d you let the taxi go? You don’t have to leave because of me. You said you hadn’t seen Jungkook in awhile.” The name on your tongue made your mouth go dry.

Taehyung rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah, and I saw him, so now it’s time to go.” He laughs. “He’s a lot sometimes. He got married young, like back in college, and his wife died in childbirth. He’s a good guy, just has some..tendencies now that he’s successful.”

Your opinion on Jungkook changed in that moment, even though you shouldn’t feel sadness for him you do. He obviously has been raising Jungmi since she was born, but what made him say those things?

You sigh inwardly, “I’ll come back in with you.” If you were going to be around Taehyung, there were bound to be more times Jungkook was around. And if you were going to be in Taeji’s life, you promised yourself you wouldn’t make it any harder than it already had to be.

It was three days later when Taehyung called you again. A Wednesday, the day you didn’t work, and Taehyung knew it and took total advantage.

The buzzing of your cellphone ignited a feeling in your stomach that you noticed appeared there the day you left the restaurant, Taehyung’s arm wrapped around your waist and Taeji hoisted up in the other. To anyone on the street, watching Taehyung tickle his son while you smiled and walked next to them would think you’re all a big, happy family, but it was quite the opposite.

“Hello?” You spoke into the phone, anticipating his voice bouncing through the speakers and when it did, you broke into a grin. The validation of your feelings for him solidified on Sunday, when he actually came after you, anxiety and drama and all.

“Do you want to come over? Taeji’s at preschool and I’m lonely,” Taehyung whined.

You laughed. “What, am I just a replacement for when Taeji’s not around? My, Taehyung, I’m offended. But honored.”

“Great, I’ll be there in five!” He shouted, then hung up. Wait, did that mean he was expecting you to say yes?

You rolled your eyes, giving your cat a final pat before walking towards the door. “I’ll be back later, Misty,” You sing, getting silence in response as you walk out of the house, humming the tune of your ringtone.

You stood at the edge of the sidewalk, having waved to your doorman already and perched yourself to wait and watch for Taehyung to drive up and usher you in the car. It’s almost as if Sunday never happened - at least the bad parts - and after you walked back in and sat down between Jungkook and Taehyung, things seemed a lot more normal and less tense, surprisingly.

So you waited. And waited. It was at least 20 minutes later by the time you picked up your phone and finally decided to call Taehyung after much debate, wondering if maybe the traffic was just bad or he got caught up doing something. When you put the phone to your ear, the ringtone went on and on until finally, there was a click.

“Taehyung? Are you coming?” You say, slightly bothered, wondering why he hadn’t called you, but the only thing you can hear is his ragged breathing on the other end. Your voice got quieter, “Tae?”

There was sudden sniff on the line and then Taehyung’s tearful voice came through the speaker. “T-The lawyer called me, a-and they’re going to take Taeji away from me,” He stuttered, and immediately your heart dropped in your chest. The anger boiled in your veins as you tried to get him to talk to you more.

“W-What do you mean? Who’s going to take him away from you?” You question, looking around and stepping out to try and catch a taxi to Taehyung’s house. You were terrified he was going to do something he shouldn’t, and even though you didn’t know him to be unpredictable, the wavering of his voice made you worried.

“Minsoo’s parents, they t-told me the court date that re-evaluates custody over Taeji is in a four weeks, Y/N, they’re going to take him away from me,” Taehyung sniffed, and if your heart wasn’t already in two pieces, it was now in a billion as it shatters from the way you can imagine him looking, hunched over on the floor in his apartment or in his car with his forehead against the steering wheel.

The strong, sweet Taehyung you knew that came into the coffee shop everyday at 9 AM sharp was no where to be found. He hadn’t come into the shop at all since the day he asked you on a date, and if you had told the girl standing at the counter then that she’d be consoling Kim Taehyung about his custody rights over his son within a few days, she’d laugh. But somehow, moving this fast made your heart satisfied, because the only things you had known in your life were order and precision.

It’s thanks to Taeji that the two of you had become closer. It’s thanks to Taeji that you wondered about Taehyung and your nickname Pretty Coffee Girl all night. Taeji was Taehyung’s world.

“Alright, okay, just stay in your apartment and I’ll be there as soon as I can. Don’t go get Taeji yet, okay?”

“Please come quickly.” He spoke, and with that, the line went dead.

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The A to Z Culinary Terms Every Chef Must Know

If you are looking for a comprehensive list of culinary terms to perfect your mettle as a culinary expert or even just to start off with basic culinary terms, well, you have found yourself in the right place. If you are an amateur chef, a home cook, or a restaurateur, you should be fairly acquainted with this ever-growing list of the most important and commonly used culinary terms.

We have compiled for your accuracy, an a-z list of the French culinary terms and their definitions, to ensure your awareness about these cooking terminologies. This here is basically your sanctum and culinary arts dictionary which deals with culinary techniques, knives, cuts, ingredients, preparation methods, etc.

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Aerate – To mix or incorporate air into ingredients to make them puffier and lighter, for example, aerating egg whites.

A La – A French culinary term which translates to “in the manner of”

A La Carte – A menu at a restaurant, where each food item is separately priced and is not part of a meal plan.

Al Dente – Literal translation of the French cooking phrase means “to the tooth”. Refers to pastas in general to define their cooked state which has a bite; not too soft.

Acidulation – Adding lime juice to make something sour or acidic.

Au gratin – A French culinary term for a cheese or bread crumb topping and browned by baking.

Au jus – A French term of cooking which refers to steaks and meats cooked in their own natural juices.

A Point – Gourmet term for cooking something, mostly meat, till its correct state of doneness; cooking a piece of meat till it is medium rare.

Aioli – A mayonnaise made with garlic popular in French cuisine, often used as an accompaniment.

Antipasto – Italian term for an appetizer, frequently served before main pasta dishes.

Bain Marie – Two containers or kitchen utensils being used as a double boiler or a hot water bath for slow cooking ingredients.

Bisque – A smooth, creamy crustacean soup made especially with seafood like shellfish.

Braising – A method used to prepare meats by slowly cooking them in a sealed pan over very little liquid after searing it at high temperature.

Blanching – Plunging in hot, boiling water, followed by plunging into iced cold water, usually done with vegetables.

Beurre blanc - French sauce made out of butter, shallots, wine or vinegar and usually accompanied with seafood.

Ballontine – A cooking procedure for poultry wherein a leg piece is stuffed with meat and slowly braised with the bone removed.

Bechamel – A classic French white sauce made with roux and milk.

Bordelaise – A classic French mother sauce, brown in color, prepared with brown stock and red wine reduction.

Brine – A natural preservative for soaking meat, made out of salt and water.

Concasse – A French culinary term referring to chopping of ingredients like tomatoes and herbs to prepare them to be served with other ingredients.

Consomme – A clarified, clear broth, served hot or cold, which is clarified using egg whites.

Confit – Usually refers to a preparation of duck, wherein, the meat is slowly prepared in its own fat and juices.

Coulis – Generally refers to fruit purees and sauces that are served as garnish with desserts.

Croquette – Small balls of vegetables or meat coated with egg whites or breadcrumbs or both.

Canape – Tiny open sandwiches, famous in Italian cuisine.

Chiffonade – Finely shredded or chopped leaves and herbs used as garnish in soups.

Coring – The process of removing the core or center of fruits for certain food preparations.

Debone – Removing the bones from meats before cooking.

Deglaze – Removal of “glaze” or caramelized residues from a pan to flavor meats and steaks.

Dress – To prepare a cut of meat for cooking by trimming it and applying oil or salt on it.

Dredging – Coating moist food ingredients with dry ingredients like breadcrumbs before frying them.

Degrease – Trimming off excess fat from the surface of sauces and soups.

Emulsion – A combination of two wet ingredients that do not generally mix together, like oil and water.

Egg Wash – Egg mixed with water, coated over pastries before baking to add gloss and color.

Essence- Liquids with strong aromas that are used for enhancing flavor of cakes, desserts, etc.

Espagnole – A classic French brown sauce made with Mirepoix, tomatoes and brown stock.

Emincer – Thinly sliced ingredients, though not as long as julienne.

Entrée – The third course of a full French menu.

Fillet – Removing the bones of a side cut of fish.

Frenching – Refers to the trimming and cleaning of bones of lamb racks and poultry.

Flambe – Creating flames by addition of brandy or other alcohol, adds depth of flavor.

Foie Gras – French cooking term for liver of geese, duck or other poultry flattened out.

Fondant – A sugar coat made for decorating cakes, pastries.

Gazpacho – A cold soup made out of cucumbers, tomatoes, onions.

Gelato – The Italian word for Ice Cream, and is much denser in consistency.

Glaze – A substance obtained by reducing stock which has a thick, viscous consistency.

Harissa – Popular in Lebanese and Middle Eastern cooking, it is a spicy chili paste.

Infusion – A process of imbuing a substance with another’s flavor and aroma.

Icing – Made out of egg whites and sugar to frost cakes.

Jus lie – French culinary term for thickened meat juice or fat.

Jacquarding – A French cooking verb, it is also called needling and refers to poking holes in meat in order to tenderize it.

Julienne – Cutting vegetables in thin slices – 1 inch long and a quarter-inch wide.

Kirsch – An un-aged, aromatic brandy which is made from fermented cherries.

Larding – Insertion of fat slices into a piece of meat to keep it from drying out.

Marinate – Seasoning food ingredients by soaking them in aromatic ingredients to prepare them for cooking by adding flavor.

Mince – Chopping up meat or vegetables into very fine pieces.

Mise en place – French gourmet term, for preparing or readying ingredients, before one starts cooking with them.

Nappe – The consistency of a liquid which coats the back of a spoon, like in the case of a demi-glace.

Neige – A French culinary term for egg whites which have been whipped to form soft peaks.

Needling – Poking into ingredients to inject fat or flavors into them

Nutraceutical – Food of nutritional value that provides medical and health benefits.

Ouef- The French word for “egg”.

Oignon Brule – Translated to “burnt onion”, charring or searing halves of onions.

Oignon Pique – Stuffing onions with bay leaves and cloves.

Ouzo – Liquor from Greece that has a special anise flavor and aroma.

Parboiling – Process of blanching and boiling dense foods like carrots in water to partially cook them.

Parcooking – Partially cooking food ingredients so that they may be cooked to perfection by heating later.

Polenta – An Italian porridge made from cornmeal.

Praline – A sweet or savory shard of nuts cooked in caramelized, boiling sugar which is crispy and brown.

Paupiette – A thin meat slice, generally fish or poultry, which is stuffed and rolled and is cooked by poaching.

Quenelle – Forming an elegant, oval scoop or spoonful of mousse, cream or ice cream.

Remouillage – The process of using meat bones a second time for preparing a weak flavored stock.

Render – To extract liquid fat out of solid meat pieces.

Roulade – French term for a slice of meat, usually skin, stuffed with meat or vegetable stuffing and rolled.

Ragu – An Italian red sauce usually served with pasta.

Roux – A thickening mixture made out of equal portions of flour and butter, used in sauces and soups.

Saute – A cooking method in which food is quickly cooked over direct heat with some butter and oil.

Searing – Directly cooking food over heat while forming a crust by cooking at high temperatures.

Sachet – Cheesecloth containing spices and herbs used for flavoring stocks.

Scald – To heat milk or similar liquids just below their boiling points.

Steep – To soak dry ingredients in hot liquids until the liquid completely absorbs the flavor.

Staling – The process of becoming stale due to lack of moisture.

Sweat – Extracting flavors from ingredients by cooking them over low heat in covered pans without browning.

Tempering – Slowly adding hot liquids into eggs while continuously stirring while keeping the eggs from curdling.

Tourner – Shaping vegetables by and while peeling them.

Trussing – Tying parts of meat before cooking with the help of a string.

Tapas – Spanish tradition of serving hors d’oeuvres with wine.

Unleavened – Culinary term used for describing bread made without leavening agents like yeast.

Veloute – A classic French sauce made with chicken stock.

Vinaigrette – A very basic seasoning and flavoring agent generally used with salads and made out of oil and vinegar.

Vandyke – A decorative, zigzag patterned cut on vegetables.

Whisk – A kitchen utensil used for whipping food ingredients.

Whip – To beat food ingredients in order to incorporate volume and air into them.

Whetstone – A grained, dense stone which is used to sharpen knives.

Xanthum gum – A water-soluble food additive that is used as a thickening agent.

Yoke – A basic cooking term for a binding substance.

Zest – Shredding or cutting the outermost covering of citrus fruits like oranges or lemons which have aromatic oils.

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Hi! It's me again :3, I don't know (and remember) if anyone has asked this before but I would like to know:

How did OG!MK feel when he found out that SW is his father in another dimension (I feel like Mei would say something like "See? I told you he was your dad" or something)

If it happens before S4, I feel like Mk would be a little jealous of his other self seeing that he doesn't have the problem of not knowing who his biological parents.

(The idea occurred to me when I remembered a tiktok that said MK used any type of editing app to get an idea of what his parents would look like 🥲)

omg if you have that tiktok I'd love a link XD

Think i did do a post like that ages ago, but only with an earlier draft of TMKATI and canon. Now I have like three more verses to torment MK with >:)

When the Canon verse and the other verses collide, the quickest thing the MKs would notice is their appearances.

OG!MK: "Whoa!! These me's are monkey demons!" TMKATI!MK: "And you guys are... human???" SlowBoiled!MK: "Yeah, why wouldn't him- I mean me be?" CenturyEgg!MK: "I don't know about you guys - but my parents are monkey demons. Then again my gūtā [dad's gender neutral older sibling] is human, I think???" JTTWEgg!MK: "My parents are monkey demons! The coolest monkey demons ever I may brag." TMKATI!MK: "Oh no way! My parents are monkey demons too! i have a bunch of adopted siblings though. Does your dad work with Bóbo[dad's older brother] Pigsy too?" CenturyEgg!MK: "No cus Uncle Pigsy and Tang lives in the city. We all live on Flower Fruit Mountain - but we visit as often as possible! Uncle Sandy ferries us across all the time." :3 OG!MK: "Wow!! You two live on the mountain!? What's it like?" JTTWEgg!MK, shrugging: "It's cool." CenturyEgg!MK: "Sometimes feel pressured by my role as Heir to the Stone Throne - but I wouldn't trade it for the world. I really don't like having to visit the Celestial Realm though. The nobles are kinda mean about my dad cus he caused a bunch of havoc a long time ago." The Other MKs: "wut" OG!MK: "Uh... Please explain who your parents are?" CenturyEgg!MK, confused by their confusion: "Sun Wukong the Monkey King, and Liu'er Mihou the Sage of Wind??? I thought you guys were too???" JTTWEgg!MK: "Yeah, mine are too. I thought you guys knew??" SlowBoiled!MK: "No- well kind- it's complicated! Ok!?" TMKATI!MK: "Not me. My parents are normal monkey demons, dude." OG!MK: "Oh my gods the Monkey King *is* our dad in another universe! Mei is never gonna let me forget this!" CenturyEgg!MK: "Well techinically he's my mom too so..." The Other MKs: "lol wat?" JTTWEgg!MK: "lol same."

The different MKs collaborate to tell stories about themselves (and get a solid PSA on Stone Eggs) while their respective Meis are snapping photos with eachother.

The different monkeys watch on nervously. The different monkey kings are sitting politely as their Macaques hiss at eachother from across the room.

OG!SWK: "So uh... did you tell him yet?" Other Monkeys: "Tell him what?" SlowBoiled!SWK: "About him being made by Nuwa, or the fact that we were forced to abandon him?" The CenturyEgg and TMKATI monkeys: "What." TMKATI!SWK, laughing nervously: "What? Oh gods no. I thought you guys meant telling him who we are!" The Other Monkeys: "Wut" CenturyEgg!SWK: "Your MK doesn't know that you guys are... Us?" TMKATI!LEM: "Nah, we've sorta been off-the-grid ever since genius here [thumb-points at his SWK] got me pregnant with our MK." The Stone Egg au SWKs: "Hah!" "Uno reverse card, plums!" Stone Egg LEMs: *all three have varying looks of horror, indignance, and bashfulness* SlowBoiled!LEM: "I said I was sorry!" OG!LEM: "Wait... what do you mean by sorry?" SlowBoiled!LEM, looking uncomfortable: "Cus of our uh... fight under the Mountain, and me not returning to feed him, I sorta caused Wukong's body to create a Stone Egg... and then I sorta died before I found out so..." JTTWEgg!LEM: "Ooof. Glad I learned early then." CenturyEgg!SWK, to his SlowBoiled counterpart: "Oh bummer, you got left with Stone Egg all the way back then? I started up the process willingly after I had to seal away DBK. When was the little guy born?" SlowBoiled!SWK: "Little lady actually. Yuebei was born about six months ago. Our MK was crafted by Nuwa - then again I did raise him the first year until I became too weak to care for him..." *looks sad* TMKATI and CenturyEgg monkeys: "Oh no..." :( "Stone eggs are super dangerous to the people around them. I don't blame you." JTTWEgg!SWK: "Odd. I got an Egg from the mountain too - but mine was born shortly after I completed the Journey. And mine was our MK. Did losing Mihou make the process longer??" OG Monkeys: "What?" "How many of you have MK as your kid!?" (*Cue them having to make a Venn Diagram of Whos' MK is What to Whom*) OG!SWK: "Ok so! Mine and the guy with the super-adorbs baby got our MKs dumped on us." SlowBoiled Monkeys: *proudly showing photos of their Yuebei* OG!LEM: "The me in sweatpants had him cus of a comet /slash/ stone egg soul mishap." TMKATI!LEM: "Oh, my Wukong was still responsible there. He sealed the Harbringer's soul inside me after using a sealing spell. TMKATI!SWK: "I panicked, ok!" OG!SWK, pointing at the remaining universes: "Annnd you two literally birthed him yourselves." CenturyEgg and JttwEgg SWKs: "Yup." "Stone shell and all." OG!SWK: "...is there anything else I'm missing?" The other universes: (*scratching their chins in thought*) SlowBoiled!LEM, slyly: "So are you guys back together yet, or what?" OG Monkeys: "What!?" "As if!"

Laughter just erupts around the room as the canon shadowpeach pairing realises that they're the odd ones out as *not* being together.

Complete and utter chaos reigns when the parent and MK groups reunite, and they recognise some sort of connection...

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