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eway · 11 months

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Hello eway mii! How are you today? My name is Sir Meliodas It's very nice to meet you! Could you tell me a bit more about your friends?

(Ooc: I love 7 deadly sins. Also, these characters are young and some have edgy backstories because I was 14 when I played Miitopia. Ok Eway time)

Heya! Meliodas, huh? That's a cool name. I'm eway!

I'm 14 years old I'm from Powerdered Peaks! I have two sisters, one is adopted and when she went missing, I set out to find her. Then I saw a butterfly with eyes and got sidetracked saving Miitopia, haha. But I made lots of new friends! (And a boyfriend, hehe)

This is Lilly! She's 13 She's a popstar! She has a little brother named Scrub. She has a beauty mark that floats next to her! It's genetic. She was the first person I met on my journey. She is so positive and encouraging to everyone, that it makes me worry about her hiding her feelings...

This is Julie! She's 16. She came from a Knights' Academy! You should hear her talk about sneaking out to join me and Lilly, it sounds AWESOME. Though she does have a stutter, I don't mind, though she can be hard to understand sometimes. She has a crush on a guy from the Academy named Zack, though her and her best friend fight over him

Lyra ( LEER UH. Not LIEra) is an enigma. She is 14 years old! She comes from Neksdor and is an awesome thief, but her past is sad. Her mom died after her sister was born and her dad was...well I've seen Lyra's scars. She doesn't like to talk about it. She is also fiercely loyal and protective of Maxie, her sister! Another thing, unlike the rest of the girls, she's not interested in boys. And unlike the boys, she's not interested in girls. She doesn't seem attracted to anyone! I'm talking like, not platonic. She can make friends with anyone, but she is hard to approach...

Brix was my first friend in Neksdor after the dark lord Brandon took my friends captive. She's 14! She used to be a Mage, and a very inept one. She was bullied for it in her magic school place thing. She also has a lisp so that didn't help. She has a sister named Lotus! Anyway, she's very kind and tries her best, and when she tried being a cleric she was so good at it! She's waaaaaaay happier!

Yuko~chan is from Peculia and is 13. I think she's dating Conner now (more on him later). She acts kind of dumb, unaware of her surroundings, not knowing when certain things are good (stop SLEEPING IN BATTLE!) but she has a good heart! And also her culture is very different from mine so that's interesting. She has a twin named Akira~kun. He's her bro!

Poor Travis is sick. I wish I could get a better pic. Anyway, I didn't like him at first. This 15 year old would hide behind us in battle and it was annoying! But... well I was very stressed when I met him. And while Brix and Yuko~chan were trying their best, I felt I had to hide my pain, my fear. My friends were kidnapped and I had to deal with two newbies! But Travis...he let me vent. He listened to me. He gave me advice. We talked alot. Beneath his laid back exterior, he cares. And we became friends. And when he and the others were taken, I felt more upset about him being gone than anyone else. I realized how I felt. And after beating the dark lord and the darker lord being a thing, after another vent session I accidentally confessed. Apparently he felt the same and now we're a couple!

Celeste here is the youngest by far. She's only 8. Apparently, her older sister, Sylvie, was supposed to join us, but her face was stolen, so Celeste went in her sted. She's kind and sweet, but also, odd. A lot of the things she says don't add up. She talks about her home in the Elven forest, and how she and her sister are orphans, but sometimes she mentions evil parents. I figured out the truth, as did the rest of us, and its heartbreaking and Celeste is not at fault for any of it! She's also very...alien, in behavior. Having a near photographic memory is not normal. But we love Celeste, she's everyone's kid sister!

Alexis is 14! She is a princess with a twin brother named Alex. She is also going to marry a prince named Roberto when she's old enough, but they're in love so it's fine. However, a coup de ta happened! Her handmaid, a girl named Lucky, and the girl in love with Alex, revealed herself to be the daughter of the leader of this coup. Her real name? Luciena! Lou she en a! Not Lou she na. Gotta correct that. But Lucky was loyal and helped Alexis escape, but her brother was taken. Just like me, her quest started for a different purpose, but directionless. So when the Guardian Spirit recruited her, she joined us to save Miitopia and hopefully find her bro along the way!

Conner...this guy is a flirt. And french. OK he just has that accent. He's also from Peculia and is a nature spirit. He has a brother named Loki I think? He used to have a thing for me, but he was respectful when I rejected him (I was nice about it). Yuko~chan noticed his change in demeanor and took it upon herself to make him feel better. They became close. They know things about each other that the rest of us don't, just like me and Travis! Honestly, before this he flirted with everyone except for Travis (both only like girls) and Celeste (because Celeste is waaaaay younger than him. She is too smol) oh yeah and Conner is 14 I guess...

#miitopia lore #eway mii talks

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lottiebagley · 3 years

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Space Girl- George Weasley

Space Girl, show me the stars You know the galaxies of my heart

George Weasley was not excited for his first astronomy lesson of the year. He'd agreed to do the class simply because he needed to fill his timetable and it seemed more enjoyable than history of magic.

That's what he had told Fred at least.

In reality he had opted for astronomy for one specific reason. Y/N Y/L/N. She was a shy Hufflepuff girl and although he had never spoken to her George was absolutely enamoured with her.

So, as he dreaded the lecture ahead he tried to remember that this cloud had a silver lining, and it was a silver lining that was absolutely worth it. This was all confirmed when he walked into the astronomy classroom and saw her.

She was sat at a desk at the back of the room. Her hair twirling round her finger as she studied the open text book in front of her, seemingly unaware of the chaos around her. George noted happily, that none of her friends seemed to be in the class and rather than asking to sit with Angelina and Katie like he had been planning he figured what the hell and went for it.

"Hey, is it alright if I sit here?" He questions, willing his cheeks to not flush red when he looks up at him

"Oh, of course you can George," she nods, moving her stuff to the left to make room for him. He feels his heart leap at her knowing that it was him and not Fred.

"How did you know?" He questions, head cocking to the side to look at her better. He smiles slightly at the bright red flush on her cheeks.

"You aren't that hard to tell apart," she shrugs

"Our own mother can't always do it," he pesters, he's genuinely intrigued how she seemed to know so easily.

"Uh, okay then. You're slightly taller so when you are together I could always work out who was who. From there I just kind of noticed little things, you have two freckles on your neck, Fred has a scar above his eyebrow. Your face is slightly longer, your nose is a little longer and has that cute little bump in it, your hair falls completely differently and your lip has a little curl in it. But the easiest way is that you have a different vibe about you," She rambles like it's the most obvious thing in the world and George himself wouldn't haven't been able to explain the physical differences so well.

He's pretty sure his heart melted on the spot.

"You should tell my mum all of this," he smiles gently, not knowing how to respond and explain that he's never felt more seen in his life.

"Sorry, I'm not a creep or anything I swear. Just observant,"

"It was quite sweet actually," George smiles, biting back a chuckle when her face blushes a bright red. "So, you any good at Astronomy?" He questions politely

"I'm okay. It's probably my best class. I've always known about it so," she shrugs, cutting herself off. She knew that George was a pure blood and probably wouldn't want anything to do with her if he knew she was a muggle born.

"You're a muggle born right?" He questions, she's surprised his tone doesn't sound angry or accusatory like was often the way with pure bloods, instead genuinely interested.

"Yeah," she confirms "my older sister is obsessed with astrology so I knew a lot about it before I got here. It's probably the only subject I didn't fail first term," she admits, George smiles softly. He can only imagine how hard it would be to come to the school with no magical knowledge.

"Look at you now, you're top of the year in almost everything," he points out

"Yeah, Ced helped me find my feet and after I settled in it all made sense," she explains. George knew that her and Cedric were best friends, he was a lot more outgoing and George had never quite understood how their friendship worked but it was no secret wherever one was the other wasn't far behind.

Girl, are you a cancer? 'Cause you make me cry When we kiss or dance in the sky We're dancing in the sky

"Hey space girl," George grinned brightly as he dropped into his seat

"If you've forgotten my name you can just ask you know," she blushes a little, not thinking that the boy she had fancied since second year could actually have given her a cute pet name.

No. The only logical explanation is that he had forgotten her name but after being sat next to her for two weeks now was much too polite to ask for it.

She had told Cedric this and he had laughed loudly, ruffling her hair and telling her that she would do well to remember how beautiful she was.

"I know you're name. Y/N Y/L/N. You're a Hufflepuff, obviously," he gestures to her tie before carrying on "Your best friend is Cedric Diggory and you two are always together. You tutor my little sister in potions. You help Professor sprout with the plants in the green house on a Sunday morning. You like to study in the library, specifically the second table from the back left corner. You never eat carrots but you love peas and you always buy two chocolate frogs at Honeydukes one for the walk back and one for a treat that night. I'm not a creep. I'm just observant," He finishes his ramble with a reference to when she had proved just how well she knew him a few weeks prior.

She sits, slightly astounded as he looks at her like his ability to list off so much information about her that she had never specifically told him shouldn't be a shock.

Her heart melts on the spot and she's pretty sure her crush just became real feelings.

"Why?" She questions quietly, not really meaning for him to hear

"You're beautiful and I like looking at you," he shrugs, turning to the text book in front of him. He notices her eyes still staring at him and turns to look at her "hey, you wouldn't want to study together one night this week would you?" He questions, smiling at the blush that overtakes her cheeks

"Yeah. I'd love that,"

"Amazing, does Wednesday work for you? I could meet you at the library after classes end,"

"Sure," she nods shyly, biting her lip to stop a smile and having no clue the very action makes George want to kiss her senseless.

"I know the table," he grins, chuckling when she blushes bright red before turning back to his book.

Space girl, I saw a lunar eclipse Looked like how I feel 'bout your lips Space girl, the only way that we'd end Was if you were sucked into a black hole

'You'll be fine. Just be your self and if he doesn't love you he is stupid,' Cedric's words ran around her head as she remembered sitting in his dorm whilst he calmed her down and Cho did her hair. She had protested to the couple that it wasn't a date but they had still insisted on helping her get ready during their free period after lunch.

Now, sat in the library she tried to remind herself that George was a lovely boy and wouldn't do anything to make her uncomfortable, he probably didn't even think of her like that.

"There's my space girl, you're looking particularly beautiful today," George is beaming as he approaches the table she's sat at, taking the seat next to her.

"Hey George, good day?"

"It's better now i'm here. Fred hasn't shut up about Millie all day, I mean I know he fancies her and all but seriously you'd think she hung the stars in the sky herself," He complains, not admitting even to himself that Fred would say he was just as smitten for his astronomy partner. "How was yours?" he asks, opening his bag to pull out his astronomy text book

"It was okay, Ced managed to blow up our potion so we have detention tomorrow night," She shrugs

"I'll see you there," He grins

"Why am I not surprised?" she deadpans and he allows his laugh to fill the air around them

"You know me to well," he blushes a little as he says it and forces himself to not stare at the way she bites her lip to stop from grinning. Half wanting her to stop so he could see that beautiful smile that seemed to be all he thought about and half wanting her to bite that lip every time he sees her because something about it was so attractive to him. "Do you mind explaining the constellation we learned about last lesson to me because I won't lie I was very distracted?" He doesn't feel like admitting that it was her that he found so distracting.

"Of course," She grins, unfolding her star map and pointing out the constellation Lyra "So Lyra is latin for Lyre, it is like a stringed instrument basically a harp, and it's associated with the myth of Orpheus," She begins to explain

"The musician guy?"

"Yeah," She confirms, watching as he takes notes of what she is saying "Orpheus was given the harp by Apollo, and it’s said that his music was more beautiful than that of any mortal man. His music could soothe anger and bring joy to weary hearts. Wandering the land in depression after his wife died, he was killed and his lyre was thrown into a river. Zeus sent an eagle to retrieve the lyre, and it was then placed in the night sky and that's the story behind the constellation Lyra. It's best seen in August, and, it kind of looks like a lopsided square with a tail to Vega, it's brightest star," She recites, pointing towards the star on the constellation.

George tries hard to remember to focus on what she's saying, listening intently but he can't help his mind from wondering, instead scanning her face, every small detail, the way her eyes lit up as she talked, the way her lips curl in a small smile when she stops talking and notices him staring at her.

"Distracted again," he admits

"Clearly, you find astrology boring," she teases

"No, I just find you distracting," He admits, his heart melting as she is unable to stop the bright grin on her face. She doesn't say anything, simply grabs her notebook and opens it to the right page

"Copy my notes so you can at least teach yourself the content, the textbook is confusing," she instructs before turning back to her own work. They work silently for the next hour, dutifully copying notes and planning for their essay that's due in next week but routinely stealing glances at each other, blushing when one catches the other.

But I'd still spend my days dreamin' 'bout you Dreamin' 'bout you Tell me how to Stop dreamin' 'bout you

"Were you listening to anything I just said?" Fred questions, waving his hand in front of his brother's face

"Sorry, what was it?" George questions, pulling his eyes away from the Hufflepuff table. Fred sighs, turning to look at what George has been staring at and is not surprised in the slightest.

She is sat amongst her large friend group, despite being shy around people she didn't know she was chatting happily to the group. Cedric on her right, is laughing at the story she seems to be telling and Archie Young, who George hated simply for his obvious crush on her, is clinging onto every word.

"You are so whipped,"

"I know, it's embarrassing. I can't stop thinking about her and she probably only sees me as a friend,"

"Hey, don't say that. She would be stupid to not like you Georgie, besides, she stares at you just as much," Fred reassures his brother, usually he would tease him but he knows that this girl is different, it means something. "I still don't believe that she would never get us mixed up," Fred ponders, in reality he didn't doubt it, if George said she could tell them apart then why doubt him, but Fred wanted a moment alone with the girl.

"I swear to you that she wouldn't,"

"Lets test her," Fred exclaims, jumping up and tugging his twin out of the hall and to their dorm.

They spend an hour getting ready, stealing Ginny's eyeshadow to draw two fake freckles on Fred's neck, stying his hair attempting to fix every minor detail to make them utterly identical.

When they find her, she's hugging Cho Chang before turning around on her own and walking towards the Hufflepuff common room.

"Go hide," Fred instructs, shoving George towards an empty classroom he can watch from.

"Hey space girl!" She turns immediately at the name, mildly confused when the person approaching isn't George.

She had never spoken to Fred before and immediately feels herself becoming a little shy.

"Uh, hi Fred," she smiles as politely as possible. Fred stands with a smirk on his face.

"You fancy my brother," he states, she blushes a furious red that seems to be the final confirmation Fred needs, his moment alone with her providing the answer he had wanted.

"I-uh-he-that-it-" she stutters out, Fred's smirk only grows as she turns impossibly more flustered before sighing "How did you know?"

"Telling us apart is hard, especially when we try, you must really like him to know so quickly. Besides that reaction alone was enough to let me know I'm right,"

"Does he know?"

"He's blind," Fred shrugs, eyeing her as he decides he likes her, she clearly cares for George and that's all that matters to him.

"Right," she nods awkwardly

"I'm sure I'll be seeing you around," Fred grins before turning on his heel and heading back up the corridor to where an oblivious George is waiting.

Girl, are you a Cancer? 'Cause you make me cry When we kiss or dance in the sky We're dancing in the sky

George can't help the wide smile on his face when he sees her. She, like all the other 6th year astronomy students, is sat in her robes on the astronomy tower despite it being 11:45. He picks up the star map from a pile and heads towards her.

She is sat around a corner, almost out of eye line from the class completely and if he hadn't been looking for her he probably wouldn't have even seen her. He sits down next to her, pressing his back against the cold stone wall just as she was doing.

The task was simple, to draw a diagram of the constellations they could see that night with the correct names onto an unlabelled star map and then from 6am tomorrow they had 48 hours to write an essay explaining each constellation they had found, it was their final assignment for the first term of school. George thought that was stupid, why would they do the task that involved sitting outside at night in December and the written exam in the summer when it would have been warmer.

"Hi," she speaks softly, the moonlight made her glow and George could have sworn she was an angel. Her own map was already a quarter full and wordlessly she arranges it so George can copy the notes she's already made.

"Hey, you okay?" he questions, noticing the way she curls into herself

"Just cold," she nods, he flashes her a smile, digging into his bag and pulling out a spare sweater and a blanket, both knitted by Mrs Weasley. He passes her the jumper

"Are you sure? you have it with you so that you won't freeze. I can't take it," she blushes

"No, I'm already wearing a jumper," he points out "I figured I'd bring a spare cause I knew you wouldn't think too," He adds with a smile, she blushes but accepts the jumper from his hands.

"thanks," she smiles, he nods. Watching as she pulls the jumper over her head. Her heart somersaults at the smell of George that envelopes her, his does the same at the sight of her in his jumper that looks baggy and too big, the sleeves like paws on her hands, and the large 'G' sewn into the front making him blush a little.

He wraps the blanket round one of his shoulders holding the other side out for her

"I don't bite," he speaks softly, it's like he can read her mind and knows she's thinking about how close they will be to sit under his blanket together. She blushes and giggles a little and George could die happy having heard that sound.

She shuffles closer, wrapping the blanket around her shoulder and begins to point out the constellations she's already mapped for him, cocooned next to him in the blanket.

They work together for the next twenty or so minutes as she stifles yawns, eventually allowing her head to droop onto George's shoulder when he teases her for stifling yet another yawn.

"This blanket smells like you," she mumbles, he blushes madly but can't help the smile

"Are you warm enough?"

"Bit cold, I'm fine though," she admits, he rolls his eyes at her as she shivers a little and wraps an arm around her, pulling her close to him

"Better?"

"Better," she confirms. She didn't mean to fall asleep but all cozy and warm being held by her crush it was impossible not to.

Not wanting to wake her, George finishes both his star map and hers before dozing off, his head resting on hers. He knew he should have woken her to go back to her dorm but spending the night sleeping with her in his arms was just too tempting.

She wakes up before him, having slept better than she ever had before and feeling utterly blissful in George's arms. That is until she realises she hadn't finished her work, she can't help the beam when she sees George has done it for her. She wants to stay wrapped in his arms but feels it better to leave now so it isn't awkward. In return for completing her work she takes her astronomy notebook that has all the answers to the essay written simply and leaves it on top of his star map, she knew the answers from memory anyway. Not even sparing the doodles and comments in it a thought.

She slips out of his hold, sneaking through the other students who fell asleep and heading back down the tower stairs to the main school, forgetting to take off his jumper.

George wakes up disappointed to not find her in his arms but smiles when he sees her notebook.

I hope you play this song some day And think of Earth Girl who loves Space Girl

George can't help the sigh as he explains to Fred where he had been all night.

"That all sounds pretty good to me Georgie," Fred comments, wondering why his brother seems down after his night with the girl.

"It was, I'd just hoped she'd be there when I woke up," he admits

"Well think about it like this, when have you ever had the opportunity to be disappointed that she wasn't there when you woke up before?" It's Hermione Granger who speaks up, she'd been listening to the twins talk on the sofa next to her and Harry's without really meaning too. It was just more interesting than Harry and Ron's discussion.

"you're right. It's better than nothing. Thanks Granger," he nods in agreement. He begins to flick through her notebook, not to study but simply enjoying the little doodles and her comments.

And then his world stops.

"How many people can you think of with the initials GW?" his questions is almost under his breath but Fred hears, perking up from the puking pastel plans he had been working on

"Just you and Gin, why?"

With no explanation George leaps up, jogging out of the room. Fred look mildly baffled until he sees her open notebook, and sure enough written on a corner amongst drawings of stars and planets is a little 'gw' with a heart next to it. Fred smirks and closes the book, turning back to his notes with a feeling of glee for his brother.

When George Weasley arrives outside the Hufflepuff common room he suddenly realises he has no clue how to actually get in, he stops, slightly out of breath from his sprint staring at the barrels.

"Hey George," her voice makes him jump as he turns to see her and Cedric approaching

"Hi," he smiles, suddenly not really sure what to say

"Well, now I've walked you back I'm going to go and find Cho," Cedric smiles politely at George, wiggling his eyebrows at the girl as she blushes.

"You looking for someone?" she asks politely

"You, actually,"

"Oh, what can I help you with?" she asks, he has no idea what to say "Oh! your jumper, it's in my room. You can come with," she smiles, reaching out and tapping at a barrel and then climbing into the passage that opens.

He follows wordlessly, glancing around the large circular room that is filled with yellows and blacks. She walks a little more confidently than he's seen before and smiles happily to the people who call out to her but doesn't stop to chat with them. He decides he likes it here, not only because it's so cosy but because he likes seeing her so at ease.

He follows her into her circular dorm room and towards a fourposter covered in pillows and blankets, his jumper sitting folded on top of the trunk at the end.

"I actually wanted to talk to you," he admits, it's now or never.

"Of course, what's up?" she questions, sitting comfortably on her bed and gesturing for him to sit down next to her

"I- well- how many people do you know with the initials GW?" he questions curiously, she looks at him, clearly mildly confused.

"Springing to mind just you and Ginny," She answers, not really sure what the point of his question is.

Without thinking for even a second he pulls her face to his and plants his lips on hers, kissing delicately before pulling away. She stares at him, utter shock in her eyes and mouth agape.

"I-I am so sorry. I just- well there were the initials GW in your notebook and a little heart and well I thought maybe you liked me back and then I heard you only knew me and Ginny and I assumed, which was wrong of me- and- merlin- I'm so sorry-" he's rambling anxiously and his hands wring through his hair

"Back?" her question is a whisper and he snaps his head up to look at her

"Yeah. I like you. Kind of thought that was obvious," he admits. His heart flips at the wide smile on her lips before her hands grab his neck and pull his head down so his lips meet hers. She kisses him with passion and hunger and he finally gets to bite down gently on that lip he's watched her bite a million times.

Her arms stay wrapped around his neck as she lies back on her pillows behind her, pulling him with her and not breaking the kiss for a second. They only pull apart when she needs to for air. But the beam on her face and her flushed cheeks make George want nothing more than to kiss her again.

"Wanna go do the essay together?" he questions

"We have 48 hours, we could stay here and cuddle," she suggests, a little timidly but her nerves leave when George grins brightly, kicking his shoes off and rearranging himself on her bed. She takes her own shoes off before climbing into his open arms, her head on his chest as she leans up to press another kiss to his lips.

"I'm keeping that jumper by the way," she informs

"Whatever you want space girl,"

I hope you play this song some day And think of Earth Girl who loves Space Girl I hope you play this song some day...

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#harry potter #george weasley #george wealsey x reader #weasley #weasley siblings #fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #weasley twins #hogwarts #gryffindor #hufflepuff

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curiousscientistkae · 3 years

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oh yeah since I have new peeps here is a rundown of myshe ra kiddos +finally adding some i never talked about. Ages are just to show gaps between kids, they are not "canon". Under the cut stuff. I uh....ramble

Glimmadora:

Harper-20, eldest daughter/child. Born Feb 1st. She/Her, Demi-Bi. Heir to Brightmoon, gets called 'AJ' (Adora Jr) a lot by Glimmer since she looks and acts a lot like Adora. Has shoulder length two toned blonde hair (top half light like She-ra, bottom darker like Adora) with sparkles at the edns, sparkling purple eyes shaped like Adora's, tan skin like Glimmer, glasses, sometimes wears a hearing aid in her right ear. Has cream/purple wing markings on her back that later will turn into feathery cream wings with purple tips.

Sound based powers (cause my brain was like light and sound) but still can create light stuff they just make sounds also. Also can turn invisible. Being unable to control the powers as a toddler, she lost her hearing in her right ear. Everyone in the family knows sign language.

Smart af, witty, as the eldest of all the kids can be protective to a fault, anxious, wants to not fuck up and be a great queen. Will overwork herself and is a perfectionist, though can be forgetful. Is a great shoulder to lean on/be listened to.

Grows to 6' (she got them angella genes (who is alive in this au, not micah) and athletic build like Adora. Named to match the 'er' at Glimmer's name, her sound powers, and the Lyra constellation. Glimmer was the one to have her.

Mira-13, youngest daughter eldest twin. Born July 9th. She/Her, Lesbian, about 5 mins older than Micah. Powerless Princess. Got her great aunt and grandpa's hair color, pale skin (same as Adora), ice blue eyes shaped like Adora's, freckles on face. Usually has hair in ponytail held up by that butterfly pin from princess prom. Also almost always has a red cloak around her. Called 'Mimi'

Born with no magic and not connected to the moonstone (long story short in my au, First Ones cannot use magic without help or it will kill them. Mira got the most FO genes thus she cannot use magic. Whole ass idea i need to explore). Tries to make up for it with fighting skills. While she doesn't show it a lot, she hates the fact she is powerless and will not grow wings either.

Clever, rebellious, loves to explore. Can have a temper to her, wears her heart on her sleeve. Natural born leader. Butts heads with her mothers the most and has run away a few times (once for a very very long time heh). At the end of the day, she doesn't want to be in the shadow of anyone/wants to make her own mark.

Grows to 5'6", chubby build like Glimmer. Named to match the 'ra' in Adora's name and the 'Mi' in Micah's name. OG she was going to have healing powers before I got rid of that so it was also sort for Miracles. 'Mira' is a star, one that is an actual shooting star. Adora was the one to have her

Micah-13, youngest child only son. Born July 9th. He/Him and They/Them. Demi-Boy. Bi, about 5 mins younger than Mira. Has spell powers. Messy, chin length dark purple hair (the same shade as the bottom half of Glimmer's hair), sky blue eyes with sparkles and shaped like Glimmer's, freckles on face. Light tan skin (between his sisters). Has purple wing markings on back and later will get purple feathered wings. Called MJ (Micah Jr) or Mickey

Like his grandfather, great aunt, and Ma before him, he can use spells. Struggles with it but eventually learns he is best at defensive ones. They look up to many of the guards in the castle and wants to be one when he grows up.

Quiet, soft spoken, nervous boy. Def keeps his twin sister from doing something totally stupid. Trusting, sometimes too much, can hold grudges if wronged badly. Tries to see the best in others. Named to honor his grandfather, they want to live up to them and be a great sorcerer

Grows to 5'11, more avg/a bit stocky build. Named to match the 'Mi' with Mira and as Micah is dead in this still (i made them a long time ago) after him. Adora was the one to have them.

Scorpia's Kid

Onca-13, only child of Scorpia. Born May 4th. They/Them. Non-binary Pan. Magicat/Scorpion. OG a scorptra kid but Catra no longer with Scorpia. Has medium length snow white hair, usually in a small pony tail, light brown skin, amber eyes (only iris has the color not the whole eye). Cat fangs and white cat tail. Has those scorpion shouler pads and venom their fangs (not as strong as their mother's) and blue blood. No fur. Called 'Onc' or by Scorpia her 'Lil' Kitling'

Has electrical powers like Scorpia. Venom will only make the part they bite numb, does not fully knock anyone out. Is quick on their feet.

Laid back, quick to adapt, resting bitch face, can be a little lazy, sometimes acts without thinking, and easily distracted. Before growth spurt, they were small and grew a hatred of being seen as always needing help. Just a gentle giant really.

Grows to 6'3, strong build like Scorpia. Named after the latin species name of the Jaguar.

(i so need to work and the following kids more rip)

Bowfuma

Robin-18, eldest son/child of Bow and Perfuma. Born March 20th, He/Him. Gay. Dark brown skin, dark brown, short hair, dark brown eyes. Wears glasses. Has plant powers. Called Robby. Heir to Plumeria.

Plant powers are a WIP kind of, might be like Perfuma or a little dif but is connected to the Runestone. Knows some archery but prefers a crossbow.

Self assured, he knows who he is and what he wants to do, fair-takes both sides of an argument into account. Is the least likely to cause shit. Can be messy and hates when his things are moved. Procrastinator.

Grows to 6', lean build. Named after both Robin Hood, the archer, and the bird

Eliza-16, only daughter. Born Sept 15th, She/Her, Aro/Ace. Dark brown skin, dark brown hair in two braids, dark brown eyes, freckles. Needs glasses but wears contacts. Powers allows her to talk to animals. Called 'Liza'.

Also connected to the runestone, Eliza and talk to animals. She actually started to talk to them before speaking to her parents. When she talks to them, to others it sounds like she is making the animal sounds.

Passionate and loves animals. While her cousin Mira puts her energy into trouble, she puts it into being outside and building things or helping her mom and dad. Hates being stuck inside. Can be whimsical. Loves to be challenged and doesn't back down from stuff, even when maybe she should. Can be a bit dense.

Grows to 5'8", lean build. Named after Eliza Thornberry.

Ash-15, youngest of their siblings. Born Nov 23rd. He/She/They genderfluid. No real label-uses queer. Medium brown skin, medium length, wavy blonde hair, dark brown eyes. Freckles. Has no powers but does not mind it at all.

Unlike his younger cousin, Mira, Ash does not care they do not have powers or are not next in line for the thorn. They are happy to just learn from their father or others. Kind of a jack of all trades.

Has a big heart and a love for all life. Once she is set on something, she sees it through to the end. Very observant of the world and what goes on in it. Can be impatient and doesn’t always take things seriously. Jokes way to often. Free-spirit

Grows to 5'10", thin build like his mom. Named after the type of tree which you could use to make a bow.

Seamista

Newt-18, oldest and only son of Sea Hawk and Mermista. Born Dec 11th, Trans Man He/Him, Pan ace. Dark brown skin, dark brown eyes, short blue hair. Has no runestone powers but can still turn into a merman when in the water.

Newt was next in line for the throne but stepped down, not liking the idea of being a king. He likes to spend time at the beach, swimming, and enjoying being in the sun. Usually keeps his sisters from killing each other.

Hard worker, does not usually slack off, does hate being in the spotlight. Humble. Good at reading emotions. Can lose track of time easily. Has his mother's dry sense of humor. Will faint at the sight of blood

Grows to 5'7", build like Sea Hawk. Named for the salamander that is associate with fire. And with it being an amphibian and transitioning from one stage to another, kind of works there also.

Sandra-15, oldest daughter. Born Mar 7th, She/Her, Pan. Medium brown skin, brown eyes, dark long brown curly hair. Has water based powers (still a WIP whoops). Can turn into a mermaid when in the water.

After her brother stepped down, she is now the heir to her kingdom. Still working a bit on her powers but is connected to the runestone. FIGHTS with her sister all the time.

Very much a girly girl, loves pink, skirts, sparkles, all that jazz. Takes her role as princess seriously. Dutiful and punctual. Hates messes, likes things to be neat. Does not like things randomly being dropped on her.

Grows to 5'8", Mermista's body build. Nickname is Sandy and is called that the most. Named cause yeah....sandy.

Yamuna-12, youngest child/daughter. Born Apr 13th, She/Her, Greyromo/sexual Lesbian. Long blue hair though will dye it many colors, usually orange, light brown skin, brown eyes. Water powers. Cannot fully turn into a mermaid when in the water, just gets webbing and gills.

She can control the temperature of the water around her, freezing it or boiling it at will. Is a great sailor

Pure Sea Hawk child, pretty much his clone. Wild, hyper, will set shit on fire. Takes pride in everything she does. Will blurt out things without thinking and can be pushy. Doesn't like to be told to do things. Zero filter.

Grows to 5'2", small body build. Named after one of the largest rivers in India.

(these guys are VERY WIP so not much to them)

Ada-Entrapta child, on the younger end. Adopted, trans woman, het. Does love robots and what not, helps their mom out a lot. Probably can run on little sleep and still be fine. Name was given to me by my good friend Dorku named after Ada Lovelace, a mathematician and first computer programmer. Very close with Onca

Luka and Felix-Catra's sons, adopted. Both magicats. Catra moves away from everyone and wouldnt really come into focus until much much later when Mira runs off. Luka and Felix idk ages yet but are only a year apart in age. Luka means light (he is one of Catra's lights now) and Felix is a cartoon cat. Would become close friends with Mira later on

(im too lazy to proof lmao and free to ask questions or change stuff up lmao god)

#she ra #spop #spop fankids #she ra fankids #glimmadora #bowfuma #seamista #future of etheria #harper #mira #micah #onca #robin #eliza #ash #newt #sandra #yamuna #ada #luka #felix #she ra ocs #spop ocs

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one-leaf-grimoire · 3 years

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“pine and lavender”

Lisa and Julius go to visit her hometown in the woods. Julius has a grand ol time. idk what the title is supposed to be ajfdskfljds. Anyway, here’s another self-indulgent one shot. stan julisa etc.

Pairing: Julius x Lisa (my oc ajfsdkl)

Warnings: alcohol use (Julius gets a lil drunk) also some heavy flirting, a little of it suggestive but not like... that suggestive.

Two years. That’s how long it had been since Lisa last visited her hometown. She was still a magic knight back then, young and full of dreams, ready to take on what she believed to be a long career. But now, of course, that changed. Her career, and her whole life was unrecognizable. And even she was.

But even so…

“Are you sure about this?”

“Hmm?”

Lisa looked up from where she waited, to see Julius walking over. They were both dressed to travel, packing light for the mere two day getaway they had planned. Yet, Julius was asking as if they were about to leave for some treacherous journey. Perhaps that was true.

“You know… I don’t want you to think I expect to hang out with your family all the time,” Julius continued, finally reaching her side to stand on the balcony. “I know it’s tough for you, with your mother and all-”

“Julius,” Lisa interrupted him, taking his hand in hers to cut him off. “It was my idea, not yours! You made me hang out with your parents last week so it’s only fair that you have to visit my family!”

Julius blinked owlishly, then narrowed his eyes. “I see… wait, so you didn’t enjoy yourself last week?”

Lisa gulped nervously. Meeting Julius’s parents for the first time was an… interesting experience. Both of them were quite old, living alone in a nice place out in the countryside. The Novachrono family, being nobility, owned a couple of residences which they cycled between. Lisa, who grew up a commoner, found the whole arrangement quite extravagant, but it provided some neat weekend hideouts for her and Julius to enjoy. However, they weren’t alone last week.

(tragic flashback time)

“Julius! Oh, this must be your girlfriend!”

Lisa peeked out from behind Julius, her heart thumping in her chest as the elderly couple finally spotted her after greeting their son. The spark of excitement in their eyes, nearly identical to how Julius’s would be, gave way to some other emotion. It was brief, but they almost looked taken aback. Lisa physically resisted wincing.

Don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t say it-

“OOh, you’ve got some mysterious mark on your head as well! No wonder our Julius likes you so much, ahah!”

Oh good. Lisa let herself exhale a nervous laugh, stepping forward to greet them properly. It wasn’t her fault she looked so young; she stopped aging when she was 20, after all. But it was nice to not be bombarded with questions all the time, from people assuming things about her relationship.

“It’s nice to meet you, too!”

(end non-so-tragic flashback)

“Oh, your parents were wonderful. A little… excited, but wonderful.” Lisa grinned and elbowed Julius playfully, earning an exaggerated reaction. “Anyway, I think they told enough embarrassing stories about you to last me a lifetime!”

“Ah, is that so?” Julius grinned back sheepishly, his prior worries fading quickly. “I thought you already knew everything about me?”

“There’s always more to learn~” Lisa shot a cheeky wink up at him before picking up her bag. “Come on, we’ll be late for dinner if we keep chatting all evening.”

“Right, right.” Julius could barely contain himself as he took her hand again. “I’m so excited to see your cousins again- do you think they’ll remember me?”

“Remember? You?! Meeting you was the highlight of their lives!”

Without any more delays, Lisa held on tight as Julius finally took off, leaving nothing but faint traces of his mana behind.

Approximately two minutes later, the pair landed with a resounding whoosh, causing birds and leaves alike to take flight from the trees around them. Branches creaked, and bushes rippled, but only a moment later the forest was as still as it was before. “Well, here we are!” Julius let go of her hand only momentarily to stretch a long arm over his chest. “Too bad we have to walk into town from all the way out here-”

“We talked about this, remember? What do you think’s gonna happen if you just crash down in the middle of town?” Lisa reminded him, turning away once he was ready to start the walk. “And also- once we get there, you’ll have to transform into someone else. I don’t want to become the talk of the town or anything…”

“I know, I know!” Julius looked more disgruntled at that factor than anything else. He let out a deep sigh, sadness shifting through his gaze momentarily. “If I could have my way… I would want everyone to know.”

“... I know. Me too.”

Julius was unapologetic in every facet of his life, and love was no different. He loved the Kingdom, he loved his friends, but most of all, he loved Lisa. If he had it his way, Julius wouldn’t hesitate to herald the news from every corner of the country.

“This woman? She’s mine! And I’m hers!”

Sadly, the two of them already felt the harsh reality of the world, when Augustus and the Magic Parliament found out and used Lisa’s involvement with Julius against her. And because of that, Julius had to keep this treasured relationship close to his chest, where the general public wouldn’t find out.

“Hey-”

He looked down as Lisa snaked her arm around his, smiling up at him comfortingly. “Marry me one day, and then everyone can know.”

Julius’s eyes lit up at the mere thought. “Seriously? Let's get married today, then!”

“What?! No way! Not yet, at least…”

“Ah, alright. I’m patient~”

Before they knew it, they reached the outskirts of town, and Julius was forced to transform. Lisa watched curiously as his body glowed gold, and he morphed into an unfamiliar man. He kept his blonde hair, but he had blue eyes instead of his usual purple. Also, his nose, chin, ears, brow- it was all different. “There! How do I look? Handsome?”

“Not as handsome as usual,” Lisa answered, eyeing him up. It was true, nothing could beat the usual Julius. Julius, of course, knew this, giving her a teasing wink as he grabbed her hand again to continue their journey.

Lisa’s hometown was small, but stable. They mainly subsisted on local crops and game, but they had to buy food from neighboring areas as well. Situated at the base of the mountains dividing the Clover Kingdom from Diamond, the town was once a battlefield, as both kingdoms vied for control over the precious gems underground. However, all those gems have been stripped away, and things calmed down for years and years.

At least, it used to be calm… up until that day.

One fateful attack by the Diamond Kingdom, nearly four years ago. That day changed everything. Lisa’s father was killed, leaving her alone with a mother who hated her and powers that she didn’t understand. She lost so much…

But I wasn’t alone, remember?

Lisa glanced up at the man walking next to her, humming to himself as they moved. She couldn’t help but smile as the memories washed over her.

Because, that day… I met you.

“LISAAAA!!!!!”

The door to Lisa’s old home slammed open, revealing her aunt Portia and her cousins. Before the two of them could react, they were bombarded with hugs from adults and screeching children alike. Lisa could do nothing but stand there and take it, but the wide grin on her face betrayed the fact that she was enjoying it.

“Lyra! You’re going to suffocate me!”

“And I would be right to do so!”

Cousin Lyra- One year older than Lisa, a total airhead, but also the sweetest person you’ll ever meet. The girl stepped back from her cousin with a little pout on her face. “You never come to visit, even though I told you your mom moved out! We only get to see you once a year, you know!”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry! I am kinda busy, you know!” Lisa defended herself, still smiling brightly. “Well, we’re here now, both of us.”

“Hey, who’s this weird guy?!”

Uh oh.

Lisa turned just in time to see Julius being circled menacingly by her two younger cousins, Pat and Rocco, the twins. Both of them had met Julius before, but now they were eyeing him suspiciously. “You’re right, who is this guy, Lisa?” Portia asked, her eyes widening. “Don’t tell me you and Julius broke up!”

“What?! No! I am Julius!” Julius looked a bit confused before the reason dawned on him. “Oh wait- right!” He stepped inside the house, out of sight of the street, and let himself change back to normal. Rocco and Pat immediately gasped. “OH! WIZARD KING!”

Lisa covered her mouth to stifle a giggle. Their excitement never failed to crack her up.

“Aha, you know- you can call me cousin Julius-” Julius told them, but it was no use. They continued to chant his title and before grabbing onto his legs like they were two tree trunks. Julius just sighed and let out a tired laugh, looking over at the others. “Not yet, I see-”

“Well, now that we’re here-” Lisa winced a little as she sat down at the kitchen table. “I’m ready for a relaxing night here at home.”

“What?! Relaxing?” Aunt Portia let out a giggle. “Nonsense! Lisa, you know what day it is, right?”

Her family giggled as she stared at them blankly. “It’s friday!”

Her eyes widened. “Oh no…”

Julius looked between them, confused. “Wait, what does that mean? Friday? What’s so special about friday.”

“It’s the busiest night at the tavern! All hands on deck!”

The rest of the family cackled. Lisa’s father owned the sole tavern in town, so it passed down to Portia and Lyra once he died. It was popular, and Lisa worked there for many years before leaving to join the Magic Knights. Lyra giggled and nudged Lisa with her elbow. “It’ll be just like old times! You and me waitressing, I even kept your old ‘uniform!’”

Lisa’s already-pale face was white as a sheet now. “U-Uniform!? Oh god, you can’t mean-”

(thirty horrible minutes later)

“TA-DA! Look at this, ‘James’!”

Julius turned around at the sound of the fake name he was using today. He had been sitting alone in the tavern, watching the other groups as they sat and drank, laughing and chatting among themselves. It was a strangely serene experience, being able to be alone. Well, at least it was nice to not have Marx breathing down his neck. Julius did miss Lisa though… he wasn’t sure why, but being away from her, even just for a little while, made him deeply uncomfortable. But luckily, she was back… sort of.

Lyra strained as she attempted to drag someone out from the back room. “Lisa! Behave!”

“No! Jul- I mean, James, don’t look at me! This is embarrassing-”

Lisa finally gave in, her face burning bright red as she was dragged out into the open.

“Isn’t she cute!? She had to wear this every day when she worked here!”

Her “uniform” was that of a tavern maid; a dress a little shorter than knee-length, a cute apron, and her usual tights. It wasn’t anything too shocking, but-

Lisa covered her face with her hands, mortified to be wearing something so out of her usual wardrobe. “D-Don’t look at me-”

It was too late- Julius was L O O K I N G.

“I said stop it!”

Julius finally snapped out of his “trance,” the dumbfounded look fading into a devilish grin. “Wowie… Lisa, maybe you should change your usual uniform to this-”

Portia and Lyra cackled along with the rest of her family as Lisa shouted back, too embarrassed to make any sense. Julius chuckled to himself, letting up on the teasing but allowing his eyes to still wander all over her body.”There’s nothing to worry about, my sweet… you look good in anything.”

Lisa sighed, letting her shoulders slumped, still not looking forward to the night ahead, but maybe it would be bearable. Maybe. “Thanks… You’re usually right.”

“Of course I am-”

“Lisa! Stop making eyes at him and get to work!”

With another loud objection, Lisa was dragged away once again, while Julius watched her work with shining eyes. As someone raised in nobility, Julius had to admit that he was a little out of his element. The tavern became increasingly louder as people started drinking, shouts and laughter filling the small building. Julius felt himself shrink around his drink, only accompanied by the younger twins and Lisa’s uncle. But among all the chaos, Lisa navigated it all perfectly. Once she forgot about the outfit, she weaved between the tables and jostling chairs, carrying a teetering tray of beers, her voice managing to pierce the noise filling the air. “Hey! Keep it civil, guys, I don’t want to mop up any of your blood.” “Talk to me like that again, and I’ll tell the Wizard King to come get you! Yeah? Scared now?” “NO GAMBLING IN HERE!” “Do you want me to burn you to a crisp? Because you’re asking for it!”

Julius laughed to himself as he listened, not able to tame the big smile on his face.

She’s so cute-

“Hey, Lisa, you got cute~”

Julius’s eyes popped back open.

Did… someone just-

“Hmm? So what if I did?” Lisa glared down at her new admirer, well, admirers. They were a group of three men sitting at a round table, red-faced and drunk, and apparently smitten with their waitress. “It doesn’t mean you can look at me!”

“Oh, but we are~” One of them giggled. “Why don’t you come back with us tonight? It can’t be fun JUST hanging out with your family.”

There was nothing Julius wanted to do in that moment other than spring to his feet, release his disguise, and teach those guys a lesson directly from the hands of the Wizard King. And he almost did, too! With his fists clenched so tight he knew his nails would leave a mark, Julius barely scooted his chair back before freezing as Lisa stepped in to defend herself much better than he could have.

“Listen! You three used to bully me all the time for having no mana. I wouldn’t want to be seen with you, even if my life depended on it! And besides-” Lisa resisted shooting a cheeky glance over at Julius. “I already belong to someone, so you’re too late.”

The trio blinked dumbly up at her, unable to comprehend what she was saying. Julius smiled to himself and slowly slid back down into his seat.

“I already belong to someone.”

He always liked hearing that.

“What are you looking at?”

And suddenly, she was right next to him, leaning up against the table with a little grin on her face. Julius blinked, his reaction sluggish. Ah, I guess I got stuck in a little daydream there- He shook off the feeling, amplified by the beers he drank, and smiled up at her. “Oh, just the cutest waitress in this place.”

Despite being mortified earlier, Lisa only blushed lightly at the comment, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Oh? I’m honored~ And what a coincidence, you’re the cutest guy in this place…”

Oh boy. The alcohol was starting to kick in for Julius, and Lisa knew it. His gaze started to fog up with some weird emotion that she knew well. She rarely saw him even get buzzed, so this was entirely unfamiliar. “Aha- ah, shucks, hehe-” He giggled boyishly to himself, closing his eyes for a moment as he collected his “thoughts.” Ahh… he would look so cute right now if he wasn’t in disguise, Lisa thought to herself, but it was enough to know that the unfamiliar man sitting here wasn’t unfamiliar at all… he was her man. “Hmm, you seem like you’ve had a little too much to drink” she teased.

Julius shrugged, lifting up his glass. “This is the best goddamn beer in the whole goddamn kingdom- HIC.”

Lisa bit her lip, thinking the little hiccup was just too cute. “Take it easy! I wouldn’t want you to pass out on me, hmm?”

Julius just laughed to himself again, his poor addled-brain hardly able to keep up. Damn! This beer is way more potent than I’m used to… these country folk know how to brew, that’s for sure. If I’m not careful, I’ll actually get drunk.

“Well, then tell me, waitress~” Julius finally spoke, wiggling his eyebrows. “When do you get off your shift?”

Lisa giggled, reaching out and running a friendly hand over his shoulder. Julius eagerly leaned into the gesture, like iron drawn to a magnet. That was what she was: a magnet. He would always be drawn to the gravity she possessed, something he couldn’t understand yet didn’t need to. All he really needed was her.

“Be patient~ We can go home soon.”

Without another word, Lisa leaned down and kissed his forehead, before pulling away to continue her work. Julius could do nothing but sigh and watch her go, his smile still traced on his lips and his mind hazy with desire.

(the next morning)

At exactly 6:30 am, Lisa’s eyes popped open. She was like a machine, her consciousness restoring itself almost instantly after her usual 6 hours of sleep. That was all she really needed, so she never gave herself much more. With a little yawn, the girl slowly rolled over in bed, her arm reaching out to find the warmth of a body beside her. However...

Julius wasn’t there, for some reason. Lisa frowned a bit, blinking as she got her bearings. Hmm, I wonder where he is? She was sure that they were together when they fell asleep late last night. In fact, she was 100% certain that was the case. Julius got all needy when he was drunk, and wouldn’t let go of her even as he fell asleep. It takes a lot to get him drunk in the first place. He should be terribly hungover right now.

“Portia? Lyra?”

Lisa peeked into the kitchen, the stillness in the air betraying that no one else was awake yet. That’s weird… well, Julius likes his morning walks, this could be his way of dealing with his hangover

She knew that Julius was the last person on earth she usually had to worry about, but he was unfamiliar with the area and could get lost. Keeping that in mind, Lisa quickly got dressed and headed out to search for him. It was still early, and also a Saturday, so the town was very quiet and empty. Lisa strolled down the streets, becoming increasingly disheartened as she failed to locate her wandering boyfriend. Well… maybe he went out into the woods? Ooh, I hope he’s alright-

Lisa decided to check the outskirts before heading back home, just in case. Luckily, her intuition ended up being right… just not in the way she expected at all.

“Lisa!!!! Hello!!! Good morning!!! Look at me!!!”

Just as Lisa reached the edge of the woods, who should come running out but a grinning Julius. Usually, Julius only moved fast when he was fighting, and moved so fast that he left afterimages everywhere he went. Other than that, he glided from place to place, as graceful and stately as could be. But now, Lisa watched in shock as a seemingly-normal albeit awkward looking man, with arms and legs a little too long for his body, came sprinting at her. But the strangest thing was-

“Julius!!! Why are you dressed like a lumberjack!?”

Lisa backed away slightly as he skidded to a stop in front of her, still almost giddy with boyish excitement, and she eyed his strange outfit: a red flannel shirt, JEANS, and a strange looking hat. She also noticed that he wasn’t in disguise anymore. But before she could say anything, Julius launched into a harried explanation, as if he already knew what she was thinking. “Oh, don’t worry! No one recognized me with this hat on, haha! See, I woke up early to make you some coffee for when you woke up, but your uncle was awake and invited me to come help him and some others gather wood and stuff in the forest! He gave me the outfit and everything! It’s a little tight though-” Julius shifted uncomfortably in his jeans. “Anyway, a lot of people in this town don’t have much magic, at least not for gathering wood, so I got to use an axe and everything! It was so much fun, we’re taking a short break now but we’ll be at it again soon, haha!”

Julius let out a jovial laugh while Lisa stood there, still absorbing the words he just spat out. “Oh… I see. Well, I’m glad you’re having fun-” She eyed his hat again, noticing that it covered most of his blonde hair as well as his swallowtail mark. “So… you’re not hungover or anything? You were pretty drunk last night…”

“Drunk? NO, no!” Julius wiggled his eyebrows. “That stuff only buzzed me… I was just using it as an excuse to act a bit more boldly, you know? I’m perfectly fine this morning.”

… of course he would do that- Lisa thought to herself, not sure if she should be charmed or exasperated…. She was leaning towards the former, since by now she was used to Julius’s antics. “You seem to be enjoying the commoner life, maybe we should quit our jobs and move out to a cabin in the woods,” she teased, letting herself smile brightly up at him. Now that the shock was wearing off… he did look really good in his new “uniform.” “You should wear stuff like this more often~”

Julius raised an eyebrow, but couldn’t wipe his goofy grin off his face. “Oh? Maybe I will~ And-” He reached down and took her hand in his, clasping it tenderly. “I’ll take you out to cabins in the woods whenever you feel like it! Just say the word, and it’s done!”

Lisa giggled, squeezing her eyes shut as Julius’s hand cupped her cheek, holding her face gently as his lips found the side of her head. “It’s good to know I have you wrapped around my finger~”

“Oh, more than my finger, my dear.” Julius winked as he straightened back up. However, that brief, sultry moment ended as soon as a new idea crossed his mind. “So! I was thinking- we should have a picnic for lunch!”

Lisa’s eyes it up at the same time as his own. “Ooh, I like that idea! Out in the woods?” She immediately started brainstorming what she could make.

“Not just any spot, though-” Julius fidgeted with excitement. “That spot by the river… with the flowers, where we first met?”

“Oh… oh! Yeah!” The memories flooded back, memories from a time much more complicated than now. “Meet me there at noon?”

“Yeah! Thank you, darling.” Julius leaned down, his intention clear. Lisa closed her eyes in time to feel his sweet kiss on her lips, brief yet just as intoxicating as ever. “See you soon!” Without another word, Julius waved goodbye before running off, disappearing into the trees. Lisa sighed to herself, the warmth of his presence still lingering on her skin. Wow… well, I have a picnic to prepare. She turned around and started to walk back home, her mind still caught up in the dream she somehow managed to turn into reality.

Back then, years ago, they met in that spot by the river. Lisa was lost, alone, hopeless, and confused, but all it took was a kind smile and that strange, warm feeling to get her moving again. Moving towards her goals, with nothing left to lose and everything to gain.

I gained and lost so much, over and over, but now… it’s just like you promised, Julius. You said, one day, our life will be simple. And now it is.

Despite the trials they experienced, the satisfaction of knowing filled Lisa’s heart: she was his, and he was hers. Completely.

(shortly before noon)

Finally alone, Julius took off his hat, letting his head breathe for the first time all morning. He had arrived at the spot a little early, so he had a few minutes to himself. “Hmm… this is the place, alright,” he muttered to himself, looking around. The stream still flowed lazily like it always did, and the blanket of white cornflowers still rippled gently in the breeze. The whole atmosphere was calming, yet so deeply potent with memories, both good and bad… but one in particular.

I still remember it so well… During that Diamond attack, Lisa dropped her Grimoire. I had to chase her all over town to give it back! I ended up catching up to her here… we had our first conversation. And her first smile-

Julius would have been content to die in that moment. For that brief second, he forgot that he was Wizard King, he forgot about all the responsibilities he carried on his back. He was weightless, unburdened… blessed. A girl he barely knew, someone he could tell was deeply troubled and complicated, defeated him with just a smile. At that time, he couldn’t have imagined that he would grow so close to her, watching as she clawed her way up, a girl with nothing to lose but everything to gain. It was what he admired most about her, but she was more than just another remarkable person in the magic knights.

She was his.

Julius found himself standing at the edge of the stream, the water calm enough for him to make out his reflection.

Despite how perfectly everything felt now… he couldn’t shake an unwelcome feeling.

Dread?

Julius shook his head slightly, watching his own eyes narrow with determination.

If I can protect an entire kingdom… I can protect one person dear to me.

“Julius!”

The voice calling out from behind him immediately dispelled the dread from his gut. Perking up, Julius quickly turned around to see Lisa walking over, picnic basket in hand and a big smile on her face. “Hey! I’m right on time~ Hungry?” She held up the basket, opening it up to look at the contents. “I made some sandwiches, but Portia had some leftover wine from last night so I packed a little of that as well, and-”

Lisa was suddenly cut off when a pair of arms closed around her. She stood there silently as she was held tightly, her face buried into the rough flannel of Julius’s shoulder. Slowly, she inhaled, taking in his scent, a scent indistinguishable from her own save for the new notes of pine he managed to pick up while working. Then, she exhaled, her arms drifting around his torso in time with her breath.

It was moments like these that she knew she was cherished. More than any treasure or prize the Kingdom could offer. Even if she didn’t understand why, she knew that fact.

After a few long, tender moments, Julius’s grip finally loosened, and he stepped back just enough to peer down at her face, his smile tinged with faint notes of sadness. “Thank you, Lisa.”

“My pleasure.”

The two of them turned and walked towards the stream, their hands still entwined as tight as fate itself.

#ajfksdl sorry I didn't mean for it to be this long #JuLisa #julius novachrono #julius novachrono x reader #oc: lisa #black clover

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lyrazehedgieboiii · 4 years

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Coffee Shop

HEY! I usually don’t write fanfics on Tumblr, but now I do! If you happen to follow Lyra_ze_Hedgie on Wattpad, you’ll have to start following me, because I have complications, so I can’t really use Wattpad. Anyways, enjoy the oneshot!

Amy walked up to the cafe with her little sister, Cream. Cream’s friends had asked her to come with her to the coffee shop, but her mother, Vanilla wouldn’t allow her to go alone. Amy offered to take her there, but wouldn’t sit with Cream and her friends. She decided to study some archaeological pieces for work, while drinking some coffee. Amy got in line, and got a frappuccino, and was looking for a seat, but while doing that, she accidently bumped into someone.

“OH, I’m very sorry-” the stranger started, but Amy interrupted him.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s fine, really!” Amy checked her outfit to make sure her outfit wasn’t stained. Luckily, nothing was stained. She looked up to see who bumped into her, only to realize that it was a hedgehog, like her.

“Sonic! You idiot! You bumped into a pretty girl, and made her drop her coffee! Buy her another frappe, and become her boyfriend, please!” Lyra, the barista yelled at the hedgehog.

“Yeesh, Chaos, I swear she gets on my nerves...” Sonic, remembered that the pink hedgie was still staring at him. She seemed to be in a faint daze. Who wouldn’t? Sonic was probably the hottest mobian alive! “Um...I’m sorry I made you drop your coffee. I’ll pay!” The pink hedgehog started to blush. Sonic unconsciously started checking her out. She had cherry pink quills, had sparkling jade eyes, a small smile etched upon her glossy pink lips, and a faint blush on her cheeks. His eyes travelled farther down. She had curves. It was covered by a sweatshirt and matching sweatpants, but he could tell she had a nice figure. His eyes aimed for her lower back...

“Um- Excuse me, sir?” Sonic snapped out of his trance, and he glowed redder than the echidna in the background flirting with a familiar bat. “You really don’t have to-”

“Nonsense! Besides, my little sister owns the place, so she’ll give you a free cup!” Sonic grinned at Amy. Amy found that she liked this stranger’s smile. “By the way, the name’s Sonic the Hedgehog! And who might you be?” Sonic gave his trademark smile, and asked the petite hedgie her name.

“Oh! Uh...My name’s Amy Rose.”

“THE Amy Rose?”

“Uh...yes?” Amy was confused. How did he know who she was?

“You might be confused as to why I know who you are. You see, you’re a famous archaeologist. You discovered temples, and can figure out mysteries better than my little bro over there.” Sonic pointed to the fox sitting right next to Cream. “He seems to really like that rabbit. I saw them walking together yesterday.”

“Oh her? That’s my little sister, Cream.”

“And I’m Lyra, Sonic’s biological little sister. Here’s your free coffee, courtesy of my bro, because I smell love in the air~” Lyra walked over to Amy, and handed her a strawberry latte.

“Go away, Lyra. No one wants you here.” Sonic mumbled.

“May I remind you who owns this cafe, Sonic? ME.” Lyra said to him, she strolled off, giving Amy a wink.

“Why don’t we sit down? I need to get some work down anyways.” Amy said, and pointed over to a table with two chairs. The couple walked towards the table, and sat down. Amy took some historical documents out, as well as results of tests done for the artifacts. “I’ve been trying to figure out what this relic’s power source is, but just can’t seem to figure it out...” Amy looked up and saw Sonic staring at her. Amy couldn’t help but stare back. Suddenly, something touched her hand. She snapped out of her fantasies, and looked at what had nearly given her a heart attack. It was the papers.

“Where’d ya find the relic?” Sonic asked.

“In Mystic Ruins.”

“Wait... I’ve heard of a shrine there... it said the artifact ran on something... I forgot what it was called... Chow Rubies?

“Chaos Emeralds?” Amy said excitingly, seeing where this was going. Sonic snapped his fingers.

“That’s it! Chaos Emeralds!”

“There’s only one shrine in Mystic Ruins, and that’s where I found this...you don’t think?..”

“That the relic runs on Chaos Emeralds?” Sonic did a genuine grin, and Amy’s face lit up with the fact that the handsome hedgehog in front of her had solved what she was trying to figure out for about four months. She jumped out of her seats, and grabbed Sonic’s face, and kissed him. Sonic immediately kissed back, and started using tongue despite this being his first kiss, as well as hers. His hands shot to her waist, and her hands shot to Sonic’s neck. The younger couple across the cafe were watching their older siblings make out, wishing they were like that.

Amy and Sonic pulled away, and Amy saw the time. She packed her stuff, and told Cream that it was time to go. Before she left the coffee shop, Sonic grabbed her wrist, and said:

“Same time, tomorrow?” Sonic looked at Amy with lovestruck eyes.

“Or you could just come to my house. Here’s my address.” Amy handed Sonic a strip of paper with Amy’s number and address. Sonic was smiling like an idiot as he saw Amy wink at him. Tails walked over to Sonic. He waved his hands in front of him.

“Welp, he’s in love.” Tails said.

“He’s not the only one...” Lyra said. Tails looked at her with a confused expression.

“What do you mean?”

“I see how you look at Cream. Or should I say... Creampuff?” Lyra had a smirk present on her lips.

“Run.”

WELL that ended great! At the beginning, I really didn’t have a plot, but as I continued, I knew what it would be. I really hoped you like this, and tell me if you want more.

#sonamy #coffee #amy rose #sonic the hedgehog #sonic oc #cream the rabbit #oneshot #sonamy fanfiction #sonamylove #lyra ze hedgie boiii

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zoey-wades · 4 years

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Honeymoon (King Liam x MC)

Rating: M (Drug Use, Substance Abuse, Violence, Self-Inflicted Violence)

Characters: Dark!Liam Rys x Dark!Lyra Frasier (MC) x Dark!Drake Walker

Summary: Fresh out of school and trying to figure things out, Lyra Frasier spends her weekdays going to a job she hates and her weekends in a drug fueled haze. And then she meets golden boy Liam. Lyra soon realizes that the violent underbelly of New York City’s elite may be more than she can handle.

Author’s Note: I haven’t updated this thing since uh......last year? I’m bad at making a writing schedule for myself. I think, the way TRR has been going as a series, I just haven’t had the motivation. But when I separate this world from that one, it helps a bit more.

Honeymoon Series

ooo. Prologue.

oo1. Honeymoon.

oo2. Midnight City.

--x--

oo3. C.R.E.A.M.

It was bad enough that Liam’s father was ill; he also had to be stubborn as fuck.

Liam winced as his ailing father lifted the shaking glass of whiskey to his lips, determined to keep drinking despite what the doctor and his wife told him about the effects on his body. Liam cleared his throat, earning a single passive glance from his father across the desk.

“Oh come on,” Constantine groaned, licking the droplets of liquor from his chin, “Not you, too. I don’t need anymore shit about what I do in my free time.”

Unwilling to take advice from those he deemed inexperienced, Constantine was an unwavering force in a world of deeply complicated decisions. Liam patiently rested his folded hands in his lap, training his expression to convey as much stoicism as he could in the given circumstance.

“You don’t seem to understand that this,” he motioned towards the glass, “is the reason why Sebastian Clark was able to fly under your radar for so long? What would’ve happened if Walker and I hadn’t figured him out? Who knows what he could’ve gotten away with--”

“That rotten, coked out fucker,” Constantine spat with a wave of the hand, “Good riddance. I didn’t need him poisoning my ranks with his bullshit.”

“That’s what I’m trying to explain,” Liam leaned forward in his seat, speaking slowly to emphasize his next point, “We don’t know that he hasn’t. And the fact that he was in your ranks for as long as he had should be worrisome. Who knows what else is going on that we don’t know about.”

“My men are loyal to me,” Constantine stated plainly, “One bad apple doesn’t always spoil the lot.”

At the age of 67, he’d been away from the action for quite some time. Evidence of a hard youth decorated his face and body in the form of scars and bones that didn’t quite heal correctly. Liam couldn’t remember a time when his father didn’t look tired. If he hadn’t seen a photo of a young Constantine with his own eyes, he’d believe the man just came into this world with a shock of white hair and bloodshot eyes. His stepmother half-joked that Liam’s older brother, Leo, caused their father to gray prematurely with his gambling and sex addictions.

On the other hand, Leo had to get it from somewhere.

Liam watched his father struggle to take another sip from his glass before averting his gaze to a family photo on his father’s desk. Teenage Justin and Liam sat side-by-side, unsmiling, with neatly pressed suits on in front of their equally serious fathers. Why Constantine kept that particular photo on his desk, Liam never understood. Nothing about it exuded warmth.

“Did Justin ever talk about a girl around you?” Liam suddenly asked, refocusing on his father who swirled his whiskey in deep thought.

“A girl?” He repeated in thought, “Once or twice. Usually he was asking advice on how to keep them tamed, you know?”

Constantine attempted a conspiratorial smile that Liam didn’t reciprocate.

“Did he mention any specific names?” Liam pressed on, “Or descriptors?”

Constantine raised a brow and sat the sweating glass on a wooden coaster, “What is this about?”

What was this about? Liam wasn’t entirely sure. There was something about the girl, Lyra, that intrigued him. How was she able to dip in and out of their world so easily without leaving any footprints behind? Who did she know?

After dropping her off back home the previous afternoon, Liam did some quick research into who she was. Aside from a few high school choir competition press reels, she was an otherwise ordinary woman.

“Well I...” Liam chose his words carefully, “ran into Justin at the bar, talking to a girl. You know we never really see him with anyone. So I was just curious.”

There was a brief pause between the two men, and the grin returned to Constantine’s face, “A hot piece of ass, huh? Thinking of getting in there?”

Liam said nothing, but fidgeted with the rings on his fingers. His father wasn’t technically wrong. But god damn if the wording didn’t make him feel like the grossest piece of shit.

He decided to drop the subject for another time.

“Sorry to push us off topic, Dad,” Liam quickly corrected, “But, back to my original point...how do you know for sure Clark was the only shady one in the group?”

Constantine considered this, tapping his pen on the wooden desktop, “What reason would I give them to turn their backs on me? I’ve been with these men for well over 30 years, I fed them,” he counted on his fingers, “clothed them, put their kids through school, made them dukes in their own respects. They made their names on my back, and they think they’re gonna fuck me over!”

The sudden exclamation caused the man to cough violently into his arm and then into a handkerchief. Liam instinctively jumped to his feet, and rushed across the room to fetch a glass of water for his father.

“I’m fine!” Constantine croaked, attempting to catch his breath, “I just got a bit overexcited.”

Despite his protests, Constantine took the glass and sipped from it slowly. It hurt Liam to see his father deteriorating so quickly. A part of him felt like Constantine believed himself to be invincible. A smaller part of Liam felt like his father was simply just giving up. He had to put on an air of confidence, as he was at the top of the pyramid and could not show weakness. But as he grew older, cracks in the foundation began to form. Cracks that Liam had been working to seal.

Liam loved his father. There was no doubt about that. But every day the work grew more difficult. Liam could almost envision the empire crumbling at his father’s feet, all because he was too stubborn to fix the loose bricks.

As if reading his mind, Constantine sat the glass down and looked over his son, “You do know that I love you, right, kiddo?”

There was a faraway look in his eyes, a look Liam saw once in a while. And he always wondered where Constantine went when that happened.

“Yeah, I know, dad.”

Sadness darkened his father’s features, “Despite the issues that your mother and I had,” he cleared his throat, “I did love her. And I think you were the best thing that ever happened to me. I’m always going to be proud of you.”

A pit formed in Liam’s stomach and he reached across to grab his father’s hand, “Hey, what are you not telling me?”

And just like that, Constantine switched the darkness off, a confident grin returning to his face. It didn’t reach his eyes.

“A man can’t tell his kid he appreciates him, anymore? Lighten up, Liam.”

--x--

Liam sat in the garage of his apartment building to smoke and attempt at shuffling through his thoughts. Maybe it was counterproductive. An hour after leaving Constantine’s office, Liam learned of another potential fuck up in his father’s ranks. Someone was making trade deals on the low, and informing a rival company of some arms delivery pick up spots before they arrived for a cut of the profit. He passed the message along to Drake, who responded with the same concerns regarding Constantine’s failing leadership.

Liam was only one man. Though he was sure he didn’t feel an ounce of the pressure his father did, the stress he felt nearly crippled him sometimes. He briefly allowed his mind to wander to Lyra and what she was doing. Did she know how much he envied her life? She didn’t answer to anyone, she could leave the city if she wanted to, she never had to constantly look over her shoulder. Lyra carried herself with the air of freedom he could only dream about. Clutching his phone in tatted knuckles, he almost considered texting her. But truly, what would he even say?

“Hey, I know we only spoke once and you gave me your number because you wanted to pay me back for the gas (which you still don’t have to do). But what does freedom feel like?”

Right now, Liam imagined she was laying across the secondhand sofa in some old college sweatshirt, watching YouTube, her mind a thousand miles away from him. He’d never even seen her apartment. But he had a feeling she had a lot of plants and a collection of decorated whiskey bottles on her kitchen counter. She seemed like the type. He caught himself chuckling at the thought and frowned. Ideally, he’d just let her go. He could never bring her into this world, she was too good for it. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that he could grow to like her.

The shrill ring of his phone cut through his thoughts, sharply pulling him from a moment of escapism he didn’t even know he needed.

“Hello?” Liam answered, attempting to mask his disappointment.

“Idon’tknowwhathappened! Idon’tknow!” A shrill voice cried on the other end between sobs. Liam pulled the phone from his face, and realized it was his father’s assistant, Penelope, calling from an unknown number. Alarm bells went off in Liam’s head, and he turned the ignition in his car.

“Pen, what happened?” He asked, sitting up in his seat.

“I just came in and he was....! I don’t know what happened, Liam! I was gone for an hour!”

“What. Happened?” Liam asked, again. His heart began to thud in his ears, and he gripped the steering wheel, “Just fucking tell me. Spit it out-”

“Constantine shot himself!”

#playchoices #liam x mc #naja writes #honeymoon**#crime au! trr

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unfortunate-arrow · 4 years

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The July Ball (pt 3)

[Part 1] [Part 2] [ Featuring Tessa & Gracie Chiva from @danceworshipper , Sydney Phoenix from @hufflepuffs-honor , & Henri & Genevieve Rys from @daniella-gisele-rys.]

Part 3: Dinner & Dancing

“So, I think we should go around and introduce ourselves. Say our name and house,” Sara said, breaking the silence. “I’ll start. I’m Sara O’Donnell and I’m in Hufflepuff. As all of you are sure to know, I’m a quadruplet.”

“Alright, alright. I’m Cara O’Donnell and I’m in Slytherin. I’m Sara’s older sister.” Cara smirked at her sister.

“By twenty-one minutes! Plus we’re all older than Conor!”

“H-h-hey!” Conor exclaimed.

“Anyways! Who wants to go next?”

“I’ll go. I’m Sydney Phoenix and I’m in Hufflepuff with Sara,” the dark haired girl waved at the group from her spot next to Ryan.

“I’m Genevieve Rys and I’m in Ravenclaw with my twin brother,” another girl with dark hair said.

“I’m Henri, Genevieve's twin brother and I’m also in Ravenclaw,” the dark haired boy said.

“I’m Ryan O’Donnell and I’m in Gryffindor. I’m the oldest!” Ryan said, placing all his emphasis on the word “oldest.” Conor leaned over and flicked Ryan on the ear. Ryan retaliated and very quickly, the two brothers were flicking one another.

“My god! Can you two go ten minutes without attacking each other?” Sara demanded glaring at her brothers.

“Uh, I’m Barnaby Lee and I’m also in Slytherin,” the boy interrupted before the three siblings could start in on full fledged bickering.

“I’m Tessa Chiva and I’m in Slytherin as well,” a third girl with dark hair said.

“I’m Gracie Chiva. I’m Tessa’s twin sister and in Slytherin, too,” the white haired girl said.

“I’m Conor O’Donnell. I’m in R-R-R-Ravenclaw,” Conor said, trying to ignore the heat that was making its way up his cheeks.

There was a lengthy swell of awkward silence before food started to appear on their plates. There was roast chicken, mashed potatoes, slabs of beef, green beans, mac n’ cheese, and, in the center of the table, a large bowl filled with rolls. The kids filled their plates and let the sounds of forks and knives fill the silence.

“Suck it!” Ryan exclaimed, smacking Conor’s hand away from the rolls on his plate.

“No way, you suck it!” Conor snapped back, reaching a second time to steal a roll, only to get smacked again.

“Three, two, one! Suck it!” the two boys exclaimed in unison, glaring at one another before dissolving into a whisper argument, where the phrase “suck it” could be heard every three words.

The six occupants of the table who were not acquainted with Ryan’s and Conor’s behavior stared at them. “Are they always like this?” Gracie asked.

“Yeah,” Sara answered. Cara smirked and added, “You’re just lucky they didn’t decide to sing it. I can’t tell you how often we have to deal with those two dumbasses yelling or singing ‘suck it’ at one another.”

“Wow. I think I’m glad I only have one brother if that’s how brothers act,” Sydney said.

“I think it’s only because we’re all the same age. I’ve never seen another set of brothers act like those two,” Cara said.

“Ry, Con, knock it off. Oh, and Conor, just take a roll from the bowl, not Ryan’s plate,” Sara exclaimed, exasperatedly.

“He’s j-just h-hoarding them!” Conor snapped, glaring at his brother.

“Am not! There are plenty left!” Ryan snapped back.

“Guys! Uncle Doyle,” Cara hissed, effectively ending any further argument on the issue of rolls and whether Ryan was hoarding them or not.

They fell into another awkward silence.

“So, uh, why did your uncle look at my step-mom so weirdly?” Sydney asked, breaking the silence.

“Oh. Is she muggleborn?” Ryan asked.

“Yeah.”

“That’s why. Our dad is a ‘filthy mudblood.’”

“He’s like my parents,” Barnaby said.

“If by that you mean a jackass, then yes,” Ryan said, earning an elbow to the gut from Conor this time.

“Let me apologize for my brother, Barnaby. He doesn’t think before he speaks,” Sara said, offering the Slytherin boy a shy smile as Ryan faked a hurt gasp.

“It’s okay. He’s not wrong.” Barnaby returned Sara’s smile, his cheeks turning an unnoticed pink.

Once dinner had finished, gentle, orchestral music began to fill the ballroom. The adults began to pair off and soon, the ballroom was filled with dancing couples. The kids stood up and moved to the wall, as the tables began to move themselves out of the way. They looked at one another uncomfortably, none quite sure what they should do.

“Uncle Doyle sh-sh-should have ch-chosen The Who,” Conor muttered under his breath.

“He wouldn’t touch The Who with a fifty foot pole for two reasons, Con. Firstly, it’s not dancing music,” Cara said.

“Y-y-you could dance to ‘Bargain’ or ‘Love Ain’t For Keeping.’”

“Sure you could, Con. Secondly, and most importantly, The Who are a muggle band. Uncle Doyle despises anything muggle-related.”

“Well, we should probably get on with dancing,” Ryan said interrupting his siblings.

The kids awkwardly paired off and quietly made their way onto the dance floor. Ryan locked his hands together as his arms wound around Sydney’s neck. The two kids swayed together, with Ryan leading the best he could.

“So. What are you looking forward to next year?” Sydney asked.

“Uh. Care of Magical Creatures sounds fun,” Ryan said.

“Yeah, I think that class will be really fun, too. I love creatures and animals.”

“Yeah, they’re alright. I really like my toad, Lir. Plus, the four of us share a cat, Duchess, and an owl, Archimedes.”

“Why’d you choose those names?”

“Lir’s a sea god in Irish mythology, but he’s also a king, whose kids were turned into swans. Duchess is from The Aristocats while Archimedes is from The Sword in The Stone. They’re muggle movies.”

“Ah.”

Meanwhile, Conor was awkwardly dancing with Tessa. Ninety-nine percent of the boy’s concentration was on his feet. He did not want to step on Tessa’s feet. He also had no sense of timing which made it hard to do anything fancier than swaying.

“Do you like quidditch?” Tessa asked, and Conor looked up from his feet, frowning.

“Huh?” His cheeks felt warm, but at least this time it wasn’t because of his stammer.

“Do you like quidditch?”

“Oh. Y-yeah. I play s-s-s-seeker.” His cheeks burned even more.

“I play chaser. Are you on your house team?”

“Y-yes. After R-R-R-Ryker got h-hurt and quit. Ryan and Cara both play ch-chaser.”

“What team do you support?”

“Oh, we s-support the Kenmare Kestrels and the Ballycastle Bats.”

“You support two teams? Most people only support one.”

“Well, the Bats and Kestrels are the only Irish teams. The Bats are N-n-northern Ireland, which is the UK. The K-kestrels are the R-r-republic. Mum’s mum was from Northern Ireland, while the m-majority of the f-f-family is from the R-r-r-republic.”

“Wow. You’ve really thought about it.”

“Eh. Not r-r-really.”

Meanwhile, Cara had forgone all traditional ideas and had ended up dancing with Gracie. At least, after she had danced with Henri, where the two had also discussed quidditch and classes for the next year.

“Why didn’t you stare at me like I had two heads?” Gracie asked after a few moments of silence.

“Well, we’re used to getting stares all the time. We are quadruplets, and Conor stammers. I figured that you wouldn’t want to be stared at. I know I hate it when we get stared at,” Cara answered.

“Oh. I’ve seen you around the common room and in classes, but nowhere else.”

“I’m usually hanging out with Ryan, Sara, Conor, Ash and Rowan Khanna, Ben Copper, Penny Haywood, and the two Weasley boys after classes.”

“Oh. So you don’t spend much time in the common room?”

“Nah. Although, Sara will probably pester me to get to know Barnaby better.”

“He’s not the brightest, but he does have a kind heart.”

“Yeah, he can’t be too bad if Sara likes him. Then again, I’m not sure how many people Hufflepuffs instantly dislike.”

“They are probably the most likely to give people a chance.”

The two girls grinned and kept dancing.

Meanwhile, Sara found herself with her arms wrapped around Barnaby’s neck. There was something thrilling about being so close to a cute boy. They swayed gently to the music, neither having danced much before.

“I’m sorry if I step on your toes,” Barnaby said.

“I’m sorry if I step on your toes, too,” Sara replied

“Doyle, I don’t know why you invited mudbloods,” a woman said suddenly, her voice carrying throughout the whole ballroom.

Barnaby groaned, his eyes sliding shut. “That’s my mother.”

“Come dear, it’s well known that many pure-bloods must interbreed with the less clean. That includes you, Doyle,” a male voice added.

“My father,” Barnaby groaned again.

“Yes, I’m aware of my blood status, Lyra, Cygnus.” Doyle’s voice was very intense and nearly every person in the ballroom had frozen.

“Yes, well, we do all remember that your father had been disowned and only gained this manor because your grandfather was arrested,” Cygnus Lee said.

“There was no solid evidence that Tadhg Lynch was murdered by my grandfather,” Doyle replied, his voice infused with venom.

While the loud conversation had started, the ten kids had all drifted back to the chairs against the wall. As it grew more heated, a couple appeared and beckoned Sydney to come with them. The girl waved at the other kids and said, “It was nice to meet you. Hopefully we’ll see more of each other.” It wasn’t long before the Rys twins joined their parents in leaving. It appeared that the loud conversation about “mudbloods” had cleared out nearly half the guests.

“Well, not everyone can be a part of the sacred twenty-eight,” Doyle snapped.

“Well, we don’t have any mudbloods in our recent heritage. Your mother was one as was your brother-in-law,” Cygnus said.

Cara groaned and sighed. “This is why Slytherin has such a bad reputation.”

“Yep,” Gracie agreed, as both Tessa and Barnaby nodded. The seven remaining kids sighed and listened to the heated debate about blood status.

“Is he going to hex someone?” Ryan asked, his leg bouncing.

“My parents may,” Barnaby muttered.

“I hope not,” Sara said.

“Wait. Did we know that our great-grandfather was arrested for killing his own brother?” Ryan asked.

“N-no,” Conor answered.

“Damn. Mum’s side is messed up.”

“Not as messed as our mother’s side. She’s a Black,” Gracie offered.

“Yeah, we’ve got Cain and Abel though.”

“Who?”

“Cain and Abel are from a muggle religion, Christianity. Basically, one brother murdered the other.”

“Oh.”

The kids fell back into silence, only interrupting to have a few odd chats here and there.

“Girls, we’re leaving now,” the paranoid man from before said to the Chiva twins.

“It was nice to meet you guys. Maybe we’ll see you around Hogwarts,” Gracie said, before she and Tessa waved and followed their parents out of the ballroom.

It was nearing eleven when Doyle finally allowed the quadruplets to head off to bed. Most of the guests had left by then, and all four siblings were dead on their feet

Ryan grinned, his arms draped over Conor’s and Sara’s shoulders. “Well, at least Uncle Doyle won’t hex us.”

“That’s ‘cause he was too busy trying to impress all those rich and powerful dudes to notice our bickering,” Cara said, rolling her eyes.

“Well, he still won’t hex us.”

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smallblueandloud · 3 years

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B, F, H, I, J, M, R, S, T- oh my god that is so many!! sorry!

you’re good!! for this ask meme! under a cut because i like to TALK.

B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

answered here!

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

i am not gonna put that one conversation between donna and helen santos again but THAT ONE’S STILL MY FAVORITE. another scene though. hmm.

“Right, because you didn’t spend much time with her?” It’s a question, because Miriam is trying to confirm details. Lyra thinks back to her life story. She’s kept it as close to reality as she can, which makes remembering harder - but makes her feel better.

More importantly, it makes Pan feel better. She’s realized that it’s a good idea to compromise with Pan on easy things so that he’ll let her do the difficult things. Not that there’s much of those these days.

“Right,” says Lyra. “Oxford College was taking care of me, mostly. Mrs. Coulter - my mother,” she amends. Pan puts his paw on her bare neck. “My mother couldn’t be too involved, because of- well. The scandal.”

Miriam laughs. “Yes, of course. My friend Lyra, the scandal.”

Lyra grins. “One does one’s best.”

This makes Miriam laugh even harder.

honestly i’m really really proud of bodies fashioned out of dirt and dust in general, but i LOVED talking about lyra and the careful way she lies. when she was a kid, she used to invent stories like nobody’s business, but now that she’s older she has more moral qualms and she’s trying to be more of an adult while also not giving up the vibrant bits that made her lyra? idk how much sense this makes, but this fic was VERY MUCH a reaction to the secret commonwealth.

i loved the way i could imply so much about her feelings about mrs. coulter just by that one hesitation. i loved how easy it was to show her lying, because we KNOW the story and we KNOW lyra lies to people. this was such a fun fic to write and the dialogue was kind of the central way i contrasted her childhood vs early adulthood.

i’m also really proud of that toby/andy scene.

H: How would you describe your style?

uhhhhh i think i try to focus on making things as real as possible? you can feel like you’re the pov character because their emotions are real. vivid is the right word. i’m aiming for vivid.

i also really like describing people’s mannerisms and trying to be as in-character as possible. i haven’t gotten to the point of coming up with NEW mannerisms yet (except with fitz’s stutter in the magnum opus) but i enjoy writing lines that you can hear the characters say.

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

angst? definitely MCD angst. i can’t even READ it most of the time because it makes me so SAD but i’m just. yeah. give me the mourning. logan/jean really came for me personally. i’m also a big fan of protectiveness - daisy’s speech to jemma in the magnum opus, about “i will come and get you”, was COMPLETELY self-indulgent and i enjoyed it WAY MORE than it served any character development or plot.

J: Write or describe an alternative ending to [insert fic].

uhh i think i wrote a long thing about this for like half my fics a few months ago, but in another world i wrote a lot more for keep on keeping on and it had more about blue pearl’s feelings about the terrifying renegade pearl that was helping rose quartz. also, there’s an alternate ending where the crystal gems arrive on homeworld in less pleasant circumstances - basically “the trial” if pearl was there, let’s be honest - and blue recognized pearl and it was. A Lot. it would’ve been a lot. i still kind of want to write that fic, tbh.

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

currently the fic i’m most excited about is for a fandom i’ve barely talked about before, where [name redacted] is stuck in a time loop and keeps trying to save [name redacted] and in the last loop, which takes place right after [title redacted], she takes him and [names redacted] on a desperate road trip where, among other things, we find out that her sister actually dated BOTH [name redacted] and [name redacted] in high school. also both her love interest and [name redacted] are autistic, because i make the rules and the rules are that lesbean says they’re autistic.

i’m also TEMPTED to start a giant project of creating my own xmen canon, in the style of unpretty’s sorrowful and immaculate hearts, because i don’t have enough to do in my life apparently. polyamory would abound. if anyone’s interested in this PLEASE ask me about it because i have THOUGHTS.

R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?

my entire sense of humor stems from douglas adams and in an ideal world i would be able to write comedy and it would just be his style. uhh i’m sure i have other influences but it’s hard to think of any at the moment. i know which writers i ADMIRE but i don’t know if they’ve INFLUENCED me, if you know what i mean? dirgewithoutmusic, i would say, and probably also. uh. this fic right here influenced me when i was YOUNG and IMPRESSIONABLE and it still takes me out at the knees.

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

protectiveness! reveals in the middle of action! someone’s found family meeting their friends and realizing they (the found family) is REALLY IMPORTANT to their person actually! cool powers! characters being clever! jokes that are very specific references to canon! worldbuilding! longing!

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

changing people so they’re less scary and more “normal” (this is specifically about fic written about natasha romanoff). people being ooc. a couple’s friends seemingly being entirely dedicated to the couple’s wellbeing and relationship and not having lives of their own. shipping a young (usually female) person with their father figure. buying into canon’s infidelity storyline when it’s ooc and could just as easily be polyamory (this is specific but i’m Right). every fanwork focusing on a white minor character instead of the main character of color.

thank you for the ask!!

#claudiasjeancregg #sb and l rambles #sb and l answers #sb and l is writing #fic: bodies fashioned out of dirt and dust #fic: keep on keeping on #fic rec #su ideas #xm ideas #thank you for the ask this was a lot of fun!!

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I’m a big Legion fan, and I loved it when they said Winn got with Ayla. And I loved it more when I saw your fic keep them together because no one else has done that that I’ve seen. Despite the fic’s, uh, recent events, I’m still choosing to believe that my beautiful babies will be happy together eventually. All that to say, can I have an absolutely not happy snippet? I’d love to see the conversation where Siobhan and Lyra tell Ayla who Winn really is. I love angst, sorry! 😂

Nothing to apologize for! Angst is fun. And I think every fan-person has that little part of their brain that loves seeing their babies in Feelsy Situations. And this snippet is definitely one of those.

The prince left by midnight. He left without a name, without a word of explanation, without anything but a hasty yet heartfelt goodbye. And he left Ayla staring after him from the sidelines of the ball, unable to hold back her wistful smile. Oh, it was foolish, to fall for someone made of as many mysteries as he was, but she couldn’t help it. He was so very different from any royal she had ever known. There was no malice in him, no ambition. He didn’t see a princess, a bargaining chip, when he looked at her. He just saw a girl like any other. He was good, and kind, and she loved him for it.

A voice from behind her broke her from her daydreaming. “Excuse me?”

Ayla turned, finding herself confronted by two young noblewomen in gaudy dresses who swept identical curtsies. The older one, the brunette, was the one who had spoken, and she offered Ayla a saccharine smile that instantly had the princess’ guard up. She didn’t show it though, offering her own smile in return.

“My name is Siobhan,” the girl said. “And that’s Lyra. We couldn’t help but notice you dancing. You seemed to be having such a nice time. And you’re a wonderful dancer.”

Well, that was a bald-faced lie.

“We also noticed,” the blond cut in, “that you seemed quite taken with your little mystery prince.”

“We get along well, yes,” Ayla answered noncommittally. What were these two after?

Siobhan’s smile changed from sickeningly sweet to falsely sympathetic. “Oh, my dear. I don’t want to hurt you, but I think perhaps you may have been deceived. This prince of yours- did he give you his name?”

“No. He didn’t. What does it matter?” Ayla tried to keep her voice neutral, but a slight edge crept into it despite the best she could do. She had a bad feeling about this, and her heart was hammering.

“Then I would venture to guess that he didn’t tell you the rest either,” Lyra said.

“What rest?”

Siobhan sat down beside Ayla, taking her hand patronizingly. “There’s no easy way to say it,” she said. “Your prince isn’t who he says he is.”

“Your prince,” Lyra interjected, “is not a prince.”

Ayla drew back, her brow furrowing as she tried to make sense of the women’s words. “What...what are you talking about?”

“He’s leading you on. He’s not royalty, not anything close to it. He’s nothing but a commoner, a servant, pretending to be something he’s not.” Siobhan’s voice was cold, although she tried to mask it. “I’m only telling you this for your own sake, you know. You’re a princess. I’d hate to see you caught up in a scandal like that.”

Ayla’s mind was whirling. It couldn’t be true, could it? He would have told her... but no, he hadn’t told her anything, really, about himself. Still, it seemed impossible that someone so kind, so gentle, could be a liar all along. That kind of goodness couldn’t be an act.

“Give me one reason why I should believe you,” she said harshly. Lyra shook her head pityingly.

“I’m sorry. I know how you must feel. But believe me, it’s true. We recognized him the moment we saw him. He’s our stepbrother.”

“Not that we ever mattered much to him,” Siobhan said acidly. “Family wasn’t enough for him, it seems. He never did know his place.”

“I know it must come as a shock,” Lyra said. “But for your own sake, we had to tell you.”

They continued on, murmuring false condolences, but Ayla barely heard them, still trying to puzzle it all out. She believed them, at least what they had told her, but she didn’t think she’d been given the whole story. There was something more to this situation. There had to be.

And one way or another, she would find out what that was.

Agh, I love getting the chance to play with our own Princess Charming. We saw so little of Ayla, literally just her picture, which means I have a lot of freedom to define her in my own way a little bit, which is a lot of fun. Also, if the CW is looking for ideas on a new spin-off series, I for one would not be adverse to seeing fun space adventures with Winn and Ayla and their adorable little kid. (And singing. Let there be singing). Anyway, I digress. Thanks for the ask, anon, and I hope you like it!

#ayla ranzz #winn schott #siobhan smythe #lyra strayd #supergirl #fairy tale au #fanfic #ficlet

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linskywords · 4 years

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Wolfverse Advent: Day 24

[Note: I decided to write a brief snippet for each couple so far for Christmas Eve, and they somehow (ha ha ha) got long. After the cut!]

December 24, 2019

Coralie wants to stay up and watch for Santa. “But Gabi told me she did it when she was little!” she says when Jamie tries to get her to go to bed.

“Gabi also told you she was way older than you when she did it,” Jamie says. Actually what Gabi said was that she was so sorry she’d said anything, but that part was only to him and Tyler.

Coralie puts her lower lip out. “But I want to see Santa.”

“Santa only comes to good little kids who are asleep in their beds, remember?” Jamie says. “Come on, baby Theo was in bed half an hour ago. You don’t want him to be the only one who gets toys, do you?”

Coralie pouts for another minute. “Fine,” she says finally. “But I want to go on the airplane again.”

The airplane is Tyler, who’s lying on the rug next to the Christmas tree, giving the kids airplane rides on his feet. He has Anna up in the air now, his hands on hers and his feet holding up his belly while she shrieks in delight. Tyler sees Jamie looking and zooms her to the ground. “Oh no, everyone, the airplane’s crashing!” he says.

“No, you’re not!” Peter says.

“Totally crashed,” Tyler says, sprawling out bonelessly on the rug. “Look, everything’s broken.”

The kids start testing his limbs for breaks. Tyler grins up at Jamie, his hair rumpled and his shirt riding up and his scent bright with happiness. Jamie leans down and kisses him on the mouth.

“Ew!” the kids chorus, and Tyler tugs Jamie down so he’s lying next to him on the rug, displacing Daniel and Lyra.

“Wow, it’s just so comfy here,” Tyler says. “Your dad and I might just stay here all night.” He winks at Jamie.

“You know, that sounds great,” Jamie says loudly. “I mean, Santa wouldn’t be able to come, but you don’t mind that, do you?”

“No!” Coralie shouts. “You have to go to bed!”

Jamie looks at Tyler. “Hm, I don’t know. What do you think?”

Tyler stretches. “I’m pretty comfortable here.”

“Come on, Dad, come on,” Coralie says, tugging at his sleeve.

They end up being towed upstairs by the kids. “Come on, we have to hurry so that Santa can come,” Peter says while they change into their pajamas and brush their teeth.

“Uh-oh, Jamie, do you think they have time?” Tyler asks.

Jamie checks his watch. “He is supposed to show up pretty soon,” he says, and Lyra shrieks with her head halfway into her pajama top.

Five minutes later all five of them are lying in a row on the bed. “I think that’s the fastest bedtime has ever gone,” Tyler whispers to Jamie after they’ve kissed everyone goodnight.

Jordie and Jess come out of the room next door, where they’ve been getting Theo down. He’s still too young to share a room with the others, but they’re thinking maybe this spring. “Did they actually go to bed on time?” Jordie says. “Does this mean we don’t get to return their presents to the store?”

“We’ll see if they stay there all night before we throw out the receipts,” Tyler says.

Jamie wraps his arms around Tyler from behind and rests his chin on his shoulder. He kind of wants to get Tyler alone and finish the kiss they barely started on the carpet downstairs. But also: it’s Christmas Eve. There’s a tree downstairs and candles in the windows and a couch that’s calling their collective name, not to mention a tree that needs presents piled underneath it. “Eggnog?” he says.

“Bring it on,” Jess says, rolling up her sleeves.

***

“But I don’t get why Molly and Kayla aren’t here,” Violet says.

“Because they have families of their own to go to,” Patrick says. “It’s Christmas Eve, so they want to be with their parents.”

“But we’re their family,” Eric says. “They should be here.”

Patrick gathers the two of them into his arms. They’re five and a half, and getting too heavy to lift more than one at a time, but it’s still just about doable. “Families can have lots of different parts that do different things sometimes,” he says. “Molly and Kayla love you and will be so excited to see you again in a few days.”

“No,” Violet says, and starts crying.

She’s overtired. Patrick’s parents and sisters are staying with them, which means the kids have been running around all day, and the quadruplets haven’t been taking regular naps since they started kindergarten this year. “Hey, why don’t we go read a story?” he says.

By the time they finish reading about Polly Diamond and her magic book, Violet’s conked out, and Eric and Luke and Sophie are nodding off. Patrick’ll give them an hour and a half; any more than that and they won’t fall asleep tonight.

He’s just made it out of their room when his phone rings. He listens for a while, then says, “Of course, sure,” and goes to find Jonny.

Jonny’s in the living room, holding down the fort with the older kids and Patrick’s family. “Okay, who let him play Monopoly?” Patrick asks when he comes in the room.

Jonny shoots him a glare. “Shut up, I’m winning.”

“We don’t say shut up to each other,” Jackie-the-younger sing-songs from the couch, where she’s curled up with a book.

Erica laughs. “Oh man, you guys so deserve this. I love it.”

“Can I steal you for a minute?” Patrick says to Jonny, and when Jonny looks a question at him: “Molly just called. They’re coming back here.”

Joe sits up with a yelp. “What? They’re coming back?”

“Yup, should be here soon,” Patrick says to Joe, and jerks his head to Jonny to join him in the other room.

Jonny listens to what Molly told Patrick, and his expression slowly darkens. “Those fuckers,” he says.

“I know. I thought they’d gotten over it,” Patrick says. It makes him remember how lucky he and Jonny are: neither of their families had any problem with the gay thing. Not to mention the wolf thing, which Molly and Kayla still have to deal with a little, if only indirectly through their jobs. Patrick’s dealt with some crap in his life, but it could have been so much worse.

Molly and Kayla show up a couple of hours later and get mobbed by kids. “We thought you went to your other family!” Violet shouts while she jumps up and down, hugging Kayla’s leg.

“Nope, we’re gonna be here with you instead,” Kayla says.

They both look a little done with the world. That’s probably what happens when you drive multiple hours to be with one set of your parents for the holidays, get yelled at for half an hour for being married to another woman, and turn right around and drive back. Patrick gives both of them a really long hug. “Go hang out in your room if you want, we’ve got things taken care of down here.”

The rest of the day is a whirlwind of church and dinner and trying to convince nine kids that they don’t need to stay up to watch the end of A Christmas Story. Patrick’s family is staying at a hotel—they have guest rooms, but not enough of them for five extra people—so after the kids go to bed it’s just Patrick and Jonny and Molly and Kayla.

Patrick gets out the wine. “You guys don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, but also feel free to rant,” he says.

“Ugh, I don’t even know where to start,” Molly says.

“They’re my parents, I’ll do it,” Kayla says, and gives them what’s probably an edited version of what her parents said to them.

It’s rough, and she starts crying. Patrick ends up hugging both of them and also sniffling a little because that’s how he does things. “Thank you so much for letting us come back here,” Molly says. “I know you already have a lot of people in the house. It means a lot.”

“Of course. You’re completely welcome,” Jonny says, but there’s something else coming through the bond—like he doesn’t quite mean it. Patrick shoots him a sharp glance but doesn’t get a response.

He asks him about it later, when they’ve gone up to bed. “What? No, of course I’m happy to have them here,” Jonny says.

“You’d better be. They’re the best,” Patrick says.

“No, obviously, it’s just—” Jonny pulls off his socks. “They’re sitting there fucking thanking us for letting them into our home. Where they live forty-eight weeks out of the year.”

Patrick’s missing the point here. “And…”

“And they should think of it as their home by now.” Jonny throws his shirt into the hamper and looks at Patrick. “I want to invite them into our pack.”

He’s saying it defiantly, like he expects Patrick to argue. “Okay,” Patrick says after a minute.

Jonny raises his eyebrows. “‘Okay’?”

“Okay, we can talk to them about that,” Patrick says. “I think it would be awesome. Obviously. They’re part of the family by now. But they might not want to. I mean, it’s their jobs, they might not want to blur the lines like that.”

“Yeah, I thought about that, but we can work it out,” Jonny says. “They practically raised our kids. I want this to be their family. If they want it to be.”

“Yeah.” Patrick grins and pulls Jonny down onto the bed. “Yeah, we’ll ask.” They’ve got a pretty great pack. He can see how someone might have their reasons for not wanting to join it…but honestly, he doesn’t think that’s what’s going to happen.

***

Being in Arizona is weird. Like, it’s great that Taylor and Ebs get to keep playing for the same team, but…it was rough, having to move the kids. The house doesn’t feel like theirs yet. And the weather is all wrong. It’s not natural for it to be fifteen degrees Celsius at Christmas.

At least things should feel more normal once Sarah gets home. Taylor gets that this whole college thing is important, but it’s just weird, not having all their kids in the house.

Althoough he kind of wishes Sarah were coming back alone.

“What do you think he’ll be like?” Ebs asks while they wait around for the Lyft to get here.

“I don’t know,” Taylor says. “Isn’t it just, like, super soon for her to bring someone home?”

Ebs gives him a sly look. “We adopted kids six months after we got together.”

“Yeah, but we were different,” Taylor says, shoving him and then putting his arm around Ebs’ waist.

The Lyft pulls up a few minutes later. The guy who gets out after Sarah is skinny, dark-haired, wearing a t-shirt that’s way too big for him. Taylor definitely didn’t look that young when he was nineteen. Maybe ever.

“Sarah!” Charlotte shrieks, and runs out of the house into Sarah’s arms. Sarah laughs and catches her, and Sarah’s boyfriend picks up her bag along with his own and waves at the Lyft driver. Taylor likes him marginally more.

Sarah gets to the front door, and Taylor and Ebs engulf her in hugs of their own. She looks good: her hair is streaked with blue and green and purple, which looks awesome, and her face is a little less thin than it was when she left for school. She’s all smiles for them, and for Charlotte, and for her teenage brothers who are drifting down the stairs.

“And this is Nick,” she says, dragging him forward, and Taylor feels Ebs go rigid.

He sees it, and he also feels it through the bond. He can’t tell why, though. The bond is annoyingly imprecise that way: he can tell that Ebs’ heart is racing, that he’s struck with—horror? Anxiety? Fear?—but he can’t tell exactly what it is, or what’s causing it. He shoots Ebs a look, but Ebs isn’t looking back at him. He’s staring at Nick, and at Sarah.

Taylor takes charge of welcoming them and tries to be extra warm to Nick to make up for the way Ebs is just staring. Then, as soon as Nick and Sarah go upstairs to put their bags away, he pulls Ebs aside.

“What the fuck is wrong?” he whispers. Whispering is always a questionable strategy in a house full of wolves—Taylor can never quite guess just how well they can hear—but also: what the fuck is wrong?

“They’re,” Ebs says, and then words seem to fail him. His eyes are all big and buggy. “They’re bonded.”

“What?” Taylor says. He looks around, like Ebs could even possibly be talking about someone else. “What? No, they only just met, like, four months ago.”

“They’re bonded,” Ebs says again, and Taylor knows better than to doubt Ebs on wolf stuff. But also: what.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” Sarah says when they get her alone twenty minutes later.

Ebs still seems to be stuck on partial-shutdown mode. Taylor isn’t in shock to the same degree, but also, he’s not sure he totally believes it. “What did…how?” he asks.

“We didn’t mean for it to happen,” Sarah says. She’s looking at them a little defiantly, her chin up. “It just did.”

“Wow,” Taylor says. He glances at Ebs. He kind of wants him to say something; this is his territory more than Taylor’s. “Is he, uh, is he a good guy?”

“He’s the best,” Sarah says. “He’s a freshman, too, and he’s studying marine biology. He’s getting great grades, and he’s super responsible, and—”

“And he bonded with you after four months,” Ebs says.

Okay, Taylor no longer wants Ebs to say something. Sarah’s face goes immediately into fighting-with-parents mode. “It wasn’t like that,” she says.

“There are things you have to do to bond,” Ebs says. “You can’t tell me it happened by accident. You should both have known better—”

“We weren’t even dating!” Sarah bursts out.

Ebs pauses at the outburst. Sarah’s face goes very red. “I mean—we weren’t hooking up, even, or anything,” she says. “We were just friends. And—”

Something passes over Sarah’s face. Taylor’s hit with instant recognition: he remembers that feeling. He remembers feeling something very like it when he lived with Ebs that first year, before they were together, when he didn’t think there was any hope for them getting together but he wanted Ebs so bad he thought he would die of it. He takes an involuntary step toward Sarah before catching himself. He wants to let her finish what she’s saying.

“It was really bad,” she says. “I thought—but then he felt it too. And we figured it out.” Her eyes are bright. “It’s so good now, Dads. It’s—it’s better than anything.”

Taylor looks at Ebs. His expression is stricken. “And—you’re happy?” Ebs asks.

“I’m so happy,” she says, her voice catching. “I’m so happy.”

Taylor can’t help it. He has to hug her. A moment later Ebs joins him, both of them with their arms around her.

“Then I’m happy for you,” Ebs whispers into the hug. She’s crying, and they both start, too. They stand there for long minutes, hugging, with tears streaming down their faces.

***

It takes months for Alex and Dylan to decide on Christmas plans, mostly because their families don’t seem to get why they don’t want to spend it apart. “You guys have only been together for like ten months,” Ryan says. “You can be apart for three days.”

Yeah, they technically can. They wouldn’t die or anything. “Maybe we’re being silly,” Dylan says to Alex after they’ve gotten pushback for a few days.

“No, we’re not,” Alex says, like it’s that simple, like they don’t need to even think about the possibility. Dylan’s glad he’s saying that but still kind of antsy about it.

When he talks to his mom, though, she understands right away. “Of course you don’t want to spend Christmas apart,” she says. “Don’t worry. We’ll figure something out.”

In the end, the DeBrincats end up coming to Toronto for the break so they can all spend it at the Stromes’. Dylan feels a little self-conscious about it in the days leading up to the break, but when Christmas Eve rolls around and he and Alex get to snuggle on the same couch and watch It’s a Wonderful Life with both their families around them, and later when they get to go up to bed together, he knows they couldn’t have done it any other way.

“Remember Christmas last year?” he asks Alex when they’re in bed, waiting to fall asleep.

“Mm. What about it?” Alex asks.

“You called me, to show me that thing your dog was wearing,” Dylan says.

“Oh, yeah.” Alex laughs. “That was so dumb. I just—I did it to hear your voice.”

“It was, like, the only thing that kept me going,” Dylan says. “I was such a mess for those three days.”

Alex has his hands in Dylan’s hair, fingertips rubbing Dylan’s scalp the way he likes. “My mom asked if I was getting the flu, I was so out of it.”

Dylan can still remember it, viscerally: that choking feeling in his gut, like he couldn’t get enough air or food. Like something was slowly drawing the life out of him. “Let’s never spend it apart again,” he whispers.

“You’ve got a deal,” Alex says, and rolls on top of him to kiss him soundly.

***

Sid and Geno spend Christmas Eve lying in front of the fire, just the two of them. There’s some Christmas movie on in the background, but Sid isn’t really watching. He’s paying attention to the feeling of Geno’s chest rising and falling behind him, to the way Geno’s softly tracing patterns on his arm.

“ESPN finally realizing what Geno always knows,” Geno says.

“Huh?” Sid must have drifted off for a minute there. He realizes the Christmas move is over, and there’s a news program saying something about hockey. “Oh. The list?”

“Sid best of decade,” Geno says smugly.

So many people say so many good things about Sid all the time. But still, somehow, Geno saying them always makes Sid want to duck his head, embarrassed. “It’s just a list,” he says, heat coming into his cheeks.

Geno takes his shoulder and presses him back against the rug. Then he levers himself on top of him. “No,” he says. “Sid best.” And Sid would try to protest, but it’s hard to make a coherent argument when you’re being kissed that thoroughly.

Sid decides there are some things worth conceding. For the greater good.

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threecrowsinatrenchcoat · 4 years

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OCtober Day 22 - Heist

I did not know where to go with this prompt, and so here’s Lyric’s big sister giving Niiro the shovel talk (sort of).

Niiro x Lyric: Heist

Niiro had not known what to expect when meeting Lyric’s sisters, and while whatever he had expected certainly wasn’t this, he could not say he was particularly surprised.

Sure, Lyric had told him a bit about them. He spoke fondly of them both, his older and younger sister. They had been extremely close as children, and while Lyric talked as if that were still the case, Niiro could see plainly that wasn’t so. There wasn’t any discernible reason for that, at least not one Niiro could identify if asked. But most of Lyric’s stories about them took place long before the accident that had taken his sight. He had moved far away from his family in his adulthood, seeking the independence he could not achieve when his well-meaning sisters were there to go out of their way to ensure he didn’t have to achieve such things. They didn’t speak often, not anymore, it seemed, and that made Niiro a little bit sad.

But they did make the effort to come visit him a few times a year. Lyric himself did go home on occasion- though, late one night, well past the hours of masked truths and facades, Lyric had admitted that getting on a plane and flying across the country was just not something he could manage without help, a confession that Niiro knew was a difficult one to part with- but those sporadic visits and rare phone calls were just not enough to maintain the close relationship they had forged as children.

Still, Niiro could indeed see that Lyric and his sisters were cut from the same cloth.

They surprised both Lyric and himself by arriving at the shop a few hours earlier than intended. Lyric had stepped into the back room to grab a few things, while Niiro was busying himself with shelving some new books Lyric had added to the inventory- “Astrology books, really?” “Oh yes, astrology is all the rage right now. Say, when is your birthday again?”- when the bell over the door rang. He stood up, unable to see the front door over the shelves while he was crouched on the floor, and nodded to the two women who had stepped into the store.

Lyric was the customer service expert. Niiro just kept the place clean.

But the women did not nod back and start to browse the shop like most customers did. Instead, to Niiro’s alarm, they approached him. Rapidly. He clutched one of Lyric’s stupid astrology books to his chest, as if it could save him from the incoming social interaction.

It could not.

The younger of the two smiled brightly at him. “I didn’t know Liam hired somebody!” she exclaimed. “About time, he’s been running this place by himself for so long, I was starting to get worried!”

The realization clicked into place at about the same moment Lyric’s older sister said, with a huff, “He shouldn’t be running this place at all. He could do so much better, and he knows it.”

“My ears are burning, and I know what that means,” Lyric’s voice called out from the back room, and Niiro was positive the relief showed on his face despite his best efforts. A moment later, Lyric stepped past the curtain between the shop and his workspace, a smile on his face as he approached his sisters. “You’re here early.”

“We decided to come here first and see if we could drag you off for lunch,” the younger- Lyra, Niiro’s brain supplied, belatedly- said. Forgetting Niiro entirely, she ran over and engulfed Lyric in a hug that almost threatened to topple him over.

Seeing them both together now, Lyra and Lyric looked remarkably alike. Same skin tone, same bone structure, and they even wore their hair similarly (though Lyra’s long dreadlocks did not have the bright and colorful decorations Lyric had adorned his with.) She even had Lyric’s smile, Niiro observed, and the same bright, vibrant joy, though with an obviously larger wellspring of energy despite only being three years younger. Niiro knew all too well that she was the mischievous one of the bunch, from Lyric’s stories. He wondered how much of that remained.

“You have new help,” Lyric’s other sister, Lianne, said. Her eyes, despite Lyric’s arrival, still lingered on Niiro. He was used to being looked upon with mistrust and even disdain, he had been a demonhunter for most of his life, after all- but something about this felt different. He realized, suddenly, that it was because he actually did care what Lyric’s family thought of him.

...He should probably wonder why that mattered to him, but he would do that later.

Lyric, seeming oblivious to Niiro’s internal turmoil, brightened at the mention of him. “Ah, well, not exactly,” he said with a slight chuckle. Lyra clinging to his arm, Lyric made his way closer to where Niiro stood trapped between the bookshelf and an overprotective older sister. “Lyra, Lianne, meet Niiro. He’s been helping me out here, yes, but more than that, he’s my friend.” A pause- and Niiro was not going to read too deeply into Lyric’s strangely sincere tone of voice, he wasn’t- then, “Niiro, meet my sisters, Lyra-” A shrug of the shoulder attached to the arm Lyra had wrapped herself around, because apparently they were a tactile family, which explained an awful lot about Lyric, Niiro realized. “And Lianne.” A hand, extended, coming to rest on Lianne’s arm. Lianne seemed to soften at the touch for a moment, before her gaze sharpened once more as she met Niiro’s eye. He shifted uncomfortably.

“Um,” Niiro hesitated, cleared his throat, and tried again. “Hi. Uh. Nice to meet you both.”

It was about the most polite he could manage. For a moment, he marveled at the fact that he could face down a charging demon without so much as a flinch, but talking to people filled his veins with adrenaline and his stomach with ice. Then, a moment later, Lyra was dragging Lyric away, chattering amiably to him about how the flight had been, how beautiful the weather was, how wonderful it was that he had help now and that meant he could leave the shop for an hour or two to have lunch with his dear sisters- but Niiro wasn’t listening. Lianne was still glaring at him.

“Uh-” he started, and was actually sort of grateful that she interrupted him, because he wasn’t entirely sure where that sentence was going.

“So is this like a long con or something? Some kind of elaborate heist? Because if so, you’ve sure picked the wrong guy to mess with,” she said coldly.

“I don’t-”

“You’ve been hanging around him for months. He’s mentioned you before. Wouldn’t say much, but he didn’t need to. He fucking adores you. So what are you after?”

Niiro genuinely did not know how to respond. A small voice in the back of his head demanded to know what she meant by ‘he fucking adores you.’ Ignoring that, he mustered up some of that reckless courage he used to do his very dangerous and life-threatening job and used it to meet her eye and say, “I’m not after anything. Why do you think I am?”

“Because my brother has terrible taste in men,” Lianne scoffed. “If you’re like any of the others, you’ll just abandon him the second you get whatever the hell it is you want out of him. I tell him not to be so fucking trusting, and I am sick of seeing my little brother get used again and again by the people who pretend they’re there to take care of him.”

Though Niiro flinched at her harsh words, he was surprised by the sudden burst of anger he felt. Not at her, but at these nameless people who would treat someone as good and kind as Lyric in such a way. Lyric didn’t talk much about past partners, but Niiro had gathered his past few relationships had not ended well. Lianne’s tirade confirmed that. But…

“It’s not like that,” Niiro sighed. “We’re not like that, I mean. We’re just friends. And I’m not after anything. I’m not like that.”

Lianne didn’t look convinced. Unlike her younger sister, Lianne did not have Lyric’s easy smile, or gentle face. She was all sharp eyes and frowns, and Niiro could not fault her for wanting to protect her brother. Even though Niiro wasn’t entirely sure Lyric needed protecting (and Lyric certainly didn’t need protecting from him… right?), it was clear she was going to do it anyway. But though it looked as if she wanted to say more, Lyric and Lyra’s reappearance in the room cut off whatever else she’d been planning.

“My dear little sister has convinced me to close up shop for the day and go to lunch,” Lyric announced with a grin. His words were mostly directed at Niiro. “Niiro, would you like to come with us?”

Niiro cast a sideways glance at Lianne, and decided that was absolutely the last thing he would like to do right now. He felt mildly nauseous.

“No, thank you,” he said gently. He hoped he’d imagined the way Lyric’s smile seemed to falter, just a tiny bit. “Have fun. You can leave the shop open, I’ll watch it.”

And if he regretted not going with them, just a tiny bit, well. Nobody but himself had to know.

#niiro tag #lyric tag #niiro x lyric #a home of our own #i was up late cause my dog got hurt and i needed to watch him and i passed the time writing this #i am very tired and thus did not proofread this at all

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katlyn1948 · 5 years

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An Unexpected Journey: Part 6

His voice was still the same as she remembered it. And her name on his lips made her heart flutter. She could not believe that he was here standing in front of her. She had imagined how their reunion would go and it certainly didn’t involve a small child plastered on her hip, nor a gathering crowd. The people of Storm’s End were becoming a curious lot and Arya couldn’t help but feel a tad bit uncomfortable about the whole situation. At that moment she wanted to run away and hide so that no one was able to find her. She hated attention and would rather be in the training grounds shoot arrows or stabbing people.

The little girl at her hip started to squirm. She wanted to be let down and Arya obliged. Lyra immediately ran towards Gendry and he swiftly picked her up into his arms.

"Lyra, how are you my sweetling?" Gendry asked the her. She was small in his arms, even more so than in Arya's, but she has a grip on him so tight that it would be impossible for him to put her down even if he tried.

"I waited for you, papa. But Joanna was being mean and I did not want to wait anymore." She pouted. Her eyes were watery and Arya had recognized that look, for she had given her own father that same look when she was her age; it was the look that no father could resist.

"And where is your Septa Joanna?" He questioned her.

She quickly buried her head into the crook of his neck. Gendry wasn't necessarily scolding the youngling, but he was stern when he spoke, despite the fact that there was a softness in his voice.

Arya couldn't help but smile at the encounter between father and daughter, for it reminded her so much of her relationship with her father. A relationship that she missed dearly. But she also couldn't help but feel a little betrayed. She had told him to move on; she said as much on their last night together. Any lady would be lucky to have you. She now cursed those damned words, because she realized that she could have been that lady. Not the kind that sewed, or gossiped, or bared children, but the kind that could love him just as fiercely as he had loved her.

Arya's heart was broken, that she could admit, but she will be damned if anyone would be able to tell on her face.

"I do not want to go with Septa Joanna," Lyra whined. "I want to go with her." She pointed straight at Arya.

Gendry looked up from the young girl and stared at Arya. His eyes were filled all kinds of emotions that Arya couldn't decipher. There was a mixture of confusion, worry, happiness and for a moment, desire. His stare lingered and he could notice his keep workers looking with curios eyes.

"Well, how about we go inside, look for Septa Joanna and maybe my friend here can join us in the search?" His eyes were pleading with Arya.

Lyra then looked at Arya and everything within her melted. She did not want to disappoint the young child so she nodded, "Of course, I'd be more than happy to help."

Gendry walked up to Arya and gently set Lyra down. She looked in between the two adults and smiled quickly grabbing both of their hands. Arya was taken by surprise, but did not pull away. If anything her grip on the young girl's hand tightened feeling a sort of comfort in it.

They walked silently to the castle's great hall, only exchanging quick glances here and there. They were both afraid to break the silence, for they didn't know what the other would say. Arya had never truly been scared of much, but for the first time in her life she was completely terrified. They were old friends, so why was it so difficult to speak as such? It was taking everything in Arya to muster a word to him, but thank the Gods that the child's Septa had decided to enter the great hall.

"There you are, child! I have been searching high and low for you! Where did you run off to?" The Septa was young, could not have been more than a few namedays older than Arya. Her head covering was that of a Septa in training; not fully covering her hair.

"Joanna! How in the Gods did this child get away from you?" Gendry had asked the young Septa.

"Oh, my Lord! I had not realized you had returned. I do apologize, she is a quick thing. One moment she was right beside me in the gardens and the next she was gone." The young Septa was clearly out of breath, probably from searching for the lost child.

"You wanted to give me a bath! I hate baths!" Lyra accused the Septa.

Septa Joanna huffed and gave the child an annoyed look. "You have mud on your skirts and in your hair. I need to get you clean, young child."

Lyra stuck her tongue out at the Septa and ran to hide behind Arya.

"Will you come here? Come from behind the lady." The septa went to grab at the child, but Arya unconsciously got in the way.

The septa stopped in her tacks. She looked at Arya and was truly confused as to what was going on.

"Please accept my apologies, Lady..?"

"It's Arya. Arya Stark of Winterfell."

The septa's face grew pale. She knew exactly who Arya Stark of Winterfell was. Her story has traveled all across Westeros, there was hardly a person in this country that did not know who Arya Stark was. Even her, a small town folk girl from the Riverlands has heard of Arya Stark.

"Lady Arya! How rude of me! Please do forgive me, I hadn't realized who you were." The Septa gave her a small bow.

"There really is no need for that. Please do no bow." Arya said to her.

Septa Joanna rose from her bow and gave Arya a wide smile.

"I've heard so much about you. Well not of about you, but your accomplishments! There are songs written about you, you know! Wonderful songs on how you defeated the Night King and how you survived The Battle of King's Landing. It truly is a pleasu-" Her ongoing rant was quickly cut off by Gendry. He was becoming annoyed with the young septa and wanted nothing more than to talk to the brown haired lass that was standing beside him.

"Septa Joanna, I am sure Arya would love to here about the songs written about her someday, but that day is not today. Please if you could, take Lyra and do give her bath. We have special guests tonight and she has to look presentable." Septa Joanna nodded and reached for the child once more.

"No papa! I don't want to go!" Her eyes were pleading. With those eyes, Arya knew Gendry wouldn't last much longer on holding back his weakness for her. So she was going to save the stupid bull before he let a 3 year old boss him around.

"Lyra," Arya knelt down beside the girl, "If you go with your septa, I promise that when we meet again, we can play in the mud all you like."

Lyra's face lit up and she gave Arya the biggest hug a girl her size could give. She squealed with joy and quickly ran towards her septa. Arya looked back at Septa Joanna just in time for her to mouth a "thank you." Arya nodded and saw the two figures depart the great hall.

It was just the two of them now, standing in the middle of the great hall. There was still silence and it was becoming unbearable and uncomfortable for Arya. So with all the courage she could muster she spoke first.

"So...you have a child." It wasn't a question.

Gendry cleared his throat, "Uh, yes. I have a daughter, Lyra. Well you met her." He was nervous, she could tell. He wasn't meeting her eyes and his hand were fidgeting, no doubt wanting to hammer something into submission.

Arya swallowed, but there was nothing but ash in her mouth. She had to ask the next question, but she was afraid of the answer. She knew that if he had a daughter, then he had a wife and that would completely shatter her.

"You're married then?" She spit the question out.

Gendry's hands had stopped fidgeting and he looked directly at her. "No, I am not," He hesitatied, "Not anymore."

"So you were? Did you love her?" Arya's voice was small and she hated how he made her feel, how this situation made her feel.

Gendry was not longer nervous, in fact he was angry. She had been gone for five years and thinks that she can walk into Storm's End and pick up where they left off.

"Gods, Arya! I haven't heard from you or seen in five years and this is what you ask me when you see me? You told me to move on, so I did!" He yelled at her.

Arya flinched. He had never yelled at her, but she could understand his anger and frustration. It hurt her every being that they were having this dreaded conversation. All she wanted was his arms around her, holding onto her and never letting go.

"I never thought you would. At least I never believed you would." She told him truthfully.

Gendry let out a long sigh. He wanted to be mad at her. Wanted to yell and scream even more than what he was doing now, but he just couldn't. Because all he saw standing in front of him was the a ghost he's never thought he'd see again. He could see she was sad, for she could was now the one who could not meet his eyes. She looked so vulnerable in front of him. It was a side of Arya that he had hardly ever seen, not since they were in that cave with the brotherhood. Not since she asked him to be her family.

He took all of two steps to her and embraced her into a hug that he never wanted to let go. She was visibly shocked, but she received the embrace, returning it all too quickly. She took in his smell. It hadn't changed in all these years. The smell of the smithy still very much prominent. It was a smell that she recognized as home.

"Gods I've miss you." he whispered into her ear.

"I've miss you too." She let out; her voice quivering as if she was about to cry.

They were embraced for what seemed like a lifetime. Each not wanting to let the other go. But the preparations for supper were coming underway and the maids and cooks were beginning to come in and out of the great hall.

Gendry released Arya and grabbed her hand leading her from the great hall.

"Where are you taking me?" She asked him as they began to make their way up a column of stairs. She had realized they were climbing the tower that stood in the middle of the castle.

"We are going to my chambers, so we can talk more freely." He told her.

Her cheeks blushed at the thought of entering his chambers, but she quickly suppressed any thoughts that Sansa would deem improper. As the ascended the stairs, he never once let go of her hand. He feared that if he did, that she would just disappear like the first time.

They had finally reached his chamber doors. With one swift motion he entered his solar. It was magnificent, Arya had to admit. As you entered, there was a table that could seat four. The bed was near the wide open window that overlooked the seas. Sheer curtains were the only things covering the open archways that led to the balcony. The fireplace at the head of the room was large; a stag adorning the stone atop of it. This room was large; larger than her parents chambers had been back in Winterfell. Although large, the room still felt rather cozy and Arya did enjoy the sea breeze that was tickling the curtains of the balcony.

"Nice room, my Lord." Arya teased.

Gendry gave a small smile but still flinched at the title. Everyone had been calling him 'My Lord' for years now and he still couldn't get used to the name. Arya saw his discomfort at the name and continued to tease.

"Now you know how it feels, my Lord. To have people call you my lord. It gets annoying, doesn't it, my Lord?" She was practically laughing.

"Yeah, yeah. Just shut it, mi'lady." He teased back.

"It is 'My Lady,' you are a highborn now, remember?" Arya sipped on a goblet of wine that Gendry had poured her when they entered his chambers.

"Of course, how could I forget, My Lady?" He jabbed back at her.

Arya face turned to a scowl, "Don't call me that."

"Oh, so you can give it, but cannot receive it?" He asked her.

He could tell that she was no longer teasing. Her face had gone solemn and her wine goblet remained untouched in her hands. She still looked the same except for her hair; it was longer than before, almost reached her mid back and she had few more scars that seemed to adorn her face. He could tell that she was lost in deep thought, about what, he wasn't sure. He knew that she must have gone through things in their years apart, but he had gone through things as well. The reality of it was is that they were no longer the same people that they had been those years ago. It seemed easier to pick up where they left off when they were they were at Winterfell; nothing but younglings. Now there was five years of experience between them and they had to learn to know each other again.

Gendry walked over to his bed and sat at the edge, facing Arya who was seated at the table. He wanted to grab for her and put her hands in his, but he thought better of it and just watched her. He watched her mind race, he could see it in her eyes as they flicked back and forth. It was almost as if she was trying to fit things together without asking for the answers.

"Arya?" He called to her.

She heard him and immediately her trance was broken.

He took her hands this time; grabbed the goblet and set in on the table beside her. Her brought her chair close and looked her in the eyes.

"Ask me your questions, you stubborn she wolf."

"Are...are you sure?" She wanted confirmation.

"As sure as I can be. Now ask." He assured her.

"Who was she? What was her name? What happened to her?" Every question Arya could think of was spilling out of her mouth. She was like a run away horse unable to stop.

"Slow down, love. I will answer them all, just give me a minute to hear them." He smiled to her.

She quickly shut her mouth and began to listen to Gendry Baratheon's story.

"Her name was Isabel Haywater. She was the daughter of one of my bannermen. I wasn't intending on marrying her, or any woman for that matter. I was going on year two of my lordship and my bannermen were pressuring me to marry; to create heirs to Strom's End. Every woman they threw at me I dismissed. I did not want to marry, for there was no other woman that could make me happy but you." He paused and could see the tears welling in Arya's eyes. "I was going to wait, however long it took. Ser Davos had advised against it. He feared that my bannermen would stage a coup and put a Lord in charge that would produce heirs. But it did not matter, I would have gladly given up Storm's End if it meant that I could wait for you. But something happened. Lord Haywater had come to me and begged me to marry his daughter, for she was ruined. She had fallen in love with a local farmer and had ended up with a babe in her belly. When she told the farmer, he left her and the Stormlands altogether. She was devastated and Lord Haywater was worried about the wellbeing of his daughter and her unborn babe. He knew that the child would be a bastard and he didn't want his grandchild to go through what I went through. He didn't want his daughter to be deemed nothing more than a common whore. I took pity on the woman and her child, but more so for the child." Gendry swallowed. "I knew what it was like to grow up with no name and no family. I knew the hardships and I couldn't let that babe endure the same fate as I did, so I married her and claimed the babe as mine."

Gendry gave time for Arya to process the information he had given her. Slowly, everything started to fall into place.

"Did she love you?" She had asked him.

"No, but she loved her babe, as any mother would. She was grateful for what I did, but she told me herself that she couldn't find it in her heart to ever love another man again. She had her own chambers that she would reside in. When we were together in front of the people, we were man and wife, Lord and Lady, but behind closed doors we hardly interacted. We did become friends, though and she was funny. Had a good sense of humor." Gendry smiled at the memory of his late friend.

"What happened to her?"

Gendry hated the memory. Every time he had to think about it, he would close up and retreat. But he was here to give the woman he loved answers, so that was what he was going to do. He grabbed the pitcher of wine and pour himself a glass. If he was about to let in all the emotion he had suppressed for the last three years, he needed wine in his belly to do so. He chugged the goblet and resumed his story.

"She had gone into labor early, nearly two moons early. And Isabel was a tiny thing, smaller than you, if that was possible. The maesters had said it was going to be a difficult birth, even when she was only four moons along. We had prepared for what seemed to be the worst, but we did not account for the fact that the babe would come early. We also didn't account that the babe would be as large as she was. I remembered Lord Haywater saying that the farmer Isabel had been with was a rather large man so I knew that the babe would be difficult for her. Even the way she carried the babe. She had to stay bed ridden around moon five because she was so large. Lyra just did not fit, so the maesters had to cut her out of Isabel. There was little chance that Isabel would survive, that much I knew. On her dying birthing bed she made me promise to take care of her." Gendry's voice broke. "What she didn't know is that I already loved that babe as my own before she was even born. Isabel didn't last the night and when it came time to name the babe, I chose Lyra, for it had been Isabel's mother's name." Gendry hadn't noticed the tears that were running down his face. The memory truly did hurt him, for Isabel had been a dear friend.

He looked up at Arya and noticed that she had her own tears falling down her face. She hated seeing him hurt. She wanted to take all of his bad memories and lock them away forever.

"Why are you crying?" He had asked her as he wiped her tears away.

"I am so sorry! For everything! What you went through and what you did. Not a lot of men of your stature would have done that, but you did. I should've been here with you. You should not have gone through any of that and if I was here you wouldn't have." Arya was nearly sobbing.

Gendry grabbed her and held her close to him.

"Don't you dare apologize, for any of it. I know why you left. You had to live for yourself in your own way. Was I angry at you? Of course; I still am, but that doesn't mean that I don't love you. And if you were here, I would not have Lyra. I cannot imagine my life without that little girl and I hope you can understand that."

Arya pulled from him and grabbed his face into her hands. She looked him straight in the eyes. "I understand everything. But I do have to ask, have people wondered of her parentage? I could tell that child was not your true kin the moment I looked at her. What happens when others realize that?" She asked him honestly.

Gendry sighed and pulled Arya's hands into his. "There have already been questions of her linage. I have dismissed them all, but there are some who will not let it go. I am afraid for her sometimes, that is why I have her Septa constantly with her and Ser Davos not to far behind."

Arya's heart swelled and she fell in love with this man all over again.

"I will promise you, Lord Gendry Baratheon, that if anyone tries to harm her or question her parentage in anyway, they will have to deal with me."

"Arya, I cannot let you do that. You don't even know her, and I've changed. You don't even know me anymore." he protested.

"Will you stop being a stubborn bull and let me get to know her; get to know you again?" She pleaded.

Gendry's mouth turned wide. He hadn't meant to kiss her, but at that moment he couldn't help himself. Her lips tasted the same, sweet but with a little hint of Storm's End sea salt. Arya melted into him and gladly accepted his kiss. She had missed his lips on hers and she never wanted this moment to end. But the sound of dinner bells had pulled the couple apart.

"Does this mean you are staying?" He asked her as pulled from her lips.

"Aye, I'm staying."

Gendry smiled, "Good, now let's go eat."

#gendrya #arya stark #gendry waters #jonerys #got #gotspoilers #jon snow #daenerys targaryen #d&d #arya x gendry

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clownsgobeepbeep · 5 years

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21.)Affectionate Kiss

A future birthday party

@grotesquegabby ‘Cause yours are here

I apologize for this will be a little long, that being because I tried including as much interactions as possible

After a while of planning and setting things up, Cosmos and Vespers were finally at ease...some ease at least. Thankfully, no money was spent on the venue in which a birthday party was being held, Phoebe’s birthday party.

She had decided that she wanted a “small” party with just her family and thankfully had asked to have it at Cosmos’ diner, so he closed it off to celebrate his little moth.

“Hi there birthday girl.~”

“You actually came!”

“Well, why in the world would I miss my niece’s birthday party?”

“I dunno, why would you miss my birthday party? It’s the best there is!” Phoebe giggled as she greeted her aunt Juno, taking her hand as she walked her through the diner, or rolled around with. “Why are you late?”

“Just some hold up, nothing to worry about.” Juno smiled down at her noticing the sparkly skates on her niece’s feet. “What are those?”

“These are one of the gifts my daddies gave me! I sparkle so much! Hey, did you bring me a gift auntie?”

“Of course I did.” Juno nodded as she revealed the box she had somehow been hiding behind her.

“Auntie!”

Phoebe and Juno looked up ahead where they heard running footsteps, Juno soon feeling arms and legs wrap around her legs which made her laugh.

“Guuuuys, get off auntie! I was greeting her!” Phoebe frowned as her twin siblings giggled to themselves.

“You have to learn to share Phoebe.~” they creepily said in unison, Phoebe rolling her eyes before she rolled away on her sparkly skates. On her way away from the twins, she grabbed a large basket that was filled with sparkly bags that each contained goodies like candies, and she thought that maybe now was the time to pass them around. At least there was a whole lot of other family around the diner. Soon enough, she saw a friend who sat alone, smiling as they looked out into the rink full of guests.

“Hiya Rory.”

“Hello Miss Phoebe.” the doll smiled at her, talking quietly yet was surprisingly heard by Phoebe despite the loud music playing. “How do you do?”

“I’m a little bored. I already went skating, and then bowling, and then the arcade, and to get food.”Phoebe shrugged as she also watched the rink. “Where’s Clara?”

“She is with Rudy.” Rory chuckled to themself as their eyes landed on said boy.

“I feel bad for that kid.”

“Why is that?”

“Well I mean look at him! He’s a mess!” Phoebe exclaimed as the pair watched as Rudy stumbled to the ground right in front of Clara, and she worriedly helped him up before checking his face for any injuries. Rudy practically melted in her hands, but this was because he was extremely embarrassed.

“And I mean, he’s even best friends with-”

“What are you two marks doing here all alone?” asked a voice that made Phoebe’s antennaes droop and her lips frown.

“Hello, Carney.” Rory plainly said as they turned to their right where Carney now squeezed in between the pair, reaching over to grab a bag from Phoebe’s basket.

“Candy bags! Nice!” he laughed before shoving one of the candies into his mouth. “Hey Buggy, give me some more for my sisters! I’m gonna give it to them.”

“No you won’t, you’re going to keep them all to yourself.”

“Nuh uh! I’m gonna give it to them. Right,-” Carney turned to Rory, his smile fading as he looked at Rory’s own smile. It was an innocent, sweet smile...but...there was something...very off...”Um...w-where’s, um...have you seen my mom?”

Carney turned to Phoebe, his eyes widening as he saw her green eyes turn fiery which made him gulp. He turned back to Rory, and then Phoebe, and it continued like that for a while before he gave a cough, sliding off the bench they had all been on. In an instant, he ran away, even forgetting his candy bag.

“Well anyways.Here you go Rory, a goodie bag for you.” Phoebe now smiled as her eyes went back to normal, Rory gratefully taking the bag before the two waved goodbye to each other. Soon, Phoebe was on her way once again. Now, she reached another set of benches which made her grin as she skated over to them.

“Grandpa Peri! Grandma Lyra!” she exclaimed before sitting on Peregrine’s lap, hugging him tightly as her grandparents smiled at her.

“How is the birthday girl doing?” Lyra asked as she pinched Phoebe’s cheek. “How does it feel being a year older?”

“Great! Just seven more years till I’m the Dancing Queen!” Phoebe shouted before looking at Peregrine. “Aren’t you guys gonna go skate with us?”

“We’re gonna sit it out for now, is that okay with you?” Peregrine asked as he tucked Phoebe’s hair behind her ear.

“Oh yeah, that’s fine! Even Auntie Magpie is sitting down, probably ‘cause of all the times she crashed into the wall and the floor.”Phoebe shrugged, then giving Peregrine an affectionate kiss on the cheek which made him lightly chuckle. “I’m gonna go with everybody else now, I just came to drop off these goodies that my auntie Juno made for everybody. She even got sparkly bags!”

“These are so sweet Phoebe.” Lyra smiled as she took a bag. “But I’m afraid your grandfather-”

“My grandpa what?”Phoebe interrupted, giving her grandparents a sweet smile and a flutter of her long eyelashes that not even Peregrine could resist.

“I love this bag, thank you Phoebe.” he ‘finished’ for Lyra, taking the bag as he gave Phoebe a kiss as well before she hopped off his lap and rolled away to the next guests.

Peregrine peeked into his sparkly bag, looking at all the sweets inside which made him scrunch up his nose a bit. However, just for Phoebe he would take them.

“Did you hear that?” Lyra interrupted his thoughts.

“Hear what?” he asked, then looking around before he gave a frown, the couple speaking together as they heard arguing and inhumane sounds that they easily recognized as:

“The twins.”

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“Why aren’t you guys skating?” Phoebe tilted her head as she now stood behind the trio consisting of Davey, Benjamin and Harper, all sitting on the rink’s rail.

“We’re taking a break.”Benjamin stated before taking a sip of his soda.

“And think this stuff is pretty boring. “Davey shrugged before taking a bite of his pizza slice. “Besides, I don’t want to be on the same rink as doofus over there.”

Phoebe turned to the rink as she caught sight of her cousin Ula and her boyfriend Schrader, both of course skating and laughing with each other.

“Schrader? But he’s a cool guy.”

“Pfft, sure.”Davey rolled his eyes before finishing his pizza. “Like I said, he’s a doofus and I don’t want to do any boring skating.”

“Not even with your mommy?~” a voice said behind the kids, Davey’s eyes widening as they all turned around to see Jelly with Penelope and Cordelia on each of her sides.

“Mom, I don’t wanna-”

“Come on you salty sailor, you’ve been sitting here the entire party.” Jelly shook her head as she helped Davey down, turning to the Cordelia and Penelope. “You two girls go on without me, I’ll be there in a sec.”

“Moooom.” Davey slightly groaned as he was being carried away, though he didn’t really mind that part nor the affectionate kiss given to him by his mother. Phoebe then gave a snicker before turning to the remaining boys.

“Anyways, I’ve got some goodies for you guys!”

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Phoebe was now on the rink, watching her family skate around as she realized that...she surprisingly hadn’t seen her fathers in a while. Hm, she imagined papa would be dancing his awesome dances while dad video taped him with his phone.

“What’s up birthday girl?”

Phoebe turned to her side as she noticed her cousin Ula skating right next to her.

“Oh, nothing. I just don’t know where my fathers are.”

“They’re probably off making out in the kitchen.”

“What?”

“I said they’re probably hanging out in the kitchen, handling food and your cake, ya know?” Ula giggled. “There’s nothing to worry about Pheebs, they’re just trying to make today super special for you. And my mom also told them to not constantly be on your tail.”

“Oh, so they’re giving me some space then?”

“Yeah.”

“Hey, where’s your boyfriend?”

“Oh, he’s just taking a break with Dante. We came a little late because he had to finish work before coming here so he’s a little tired.”

“What about your uncle?”

“Pepper? Billy?”

“No, the hamster guy.”

“Ah, James. He’s hanging out with Magpie, having a little chat. Both seem to suck at skating.”

“Yeah, I can tell.” Phoebe giggled as Ula did so as well before noticing Phoebe’s basket.

“What’s that?”

“Oh, these are the goodie bags my auntie Juno made for the guests!” she smiled before handing two to Ula. “For you and Schrader.”

“Thanks. And what about those last two?” Ula pointed at the remaining bags.

“These are for my daddies but like I said, I haven’t seen them.”

“Well, I’d say your luck is turning around.”Ula smiled as she made Phoebe stop skating, then pointing to the outside of the rink which made Phoebe smile with a gasp. Soon, she skated her way out of the rink at full speed before jumping in the air, her wings spreading before she landed in Vespers’ arms.

“Dad! Papa!” she exclaimed before giving a pout. “Where the heck have you two been!?”

“We were getting your cake ready.”Cosmos chuckled as he gave Phoebe an affectionate kiss on the cheek.” Your uncle Pepper and aunt Belinda were helping us out.”

“All this time!?”

“Well, not really.”Vespers gave a small laugh as he stepped away along with Cosmos, revealing the gift table behind them that had one more gift.”We had to drag this in, and without you noticing it.”

Despite the stacks of gifts, the newest addition was the one that stood out for it was the largest one, and very large it was.

“I wanna open it! I wanna open it!” Phoebe reached out towards the gift as her fathers laughed.

“Let’s cut the cake first, yeah?”

“Hurry up then!” Phoebe wiggled in Vespers’ arms before she was set down to skate away on her sparkly skates, but not before both Cosmos and Vespers kissed her cheeks in an affectionate manner. “Everyone get your butts over here! We’re cutting the caaaaake!”

“Oh god.” Vespers shook his head as he laughed, then feeling Cosmos kiss him on the temple with the same affection given to Phoebe.

“What do you expect? We raised a cute, energetic, little moth.” Cosmos chuckled as he watched Phoebe hurriedly gather everybody up, even noticing each set of her grandparents holding each twin. “She’s gonna disown those skates you made soon.”

“Shut up dude.”Vespers playfully hit Cosmos before giving a sigh.”But you’re right.She’s gonna go crazy once she unwraps that car you made.”

The couple turned to each other, sharing one more kiss before excited chaos ensued.

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