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tremarctoss · 2 months

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now we live beside the pool where everything is good

After the Revolution, four is Finnick’s luckiest number.

Rating: Explicit

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Finnick Odair x Original Female Character, kinda porn with plot, idk?

Finnick is angry. No, not angry, he’s furious. Not only he has to accept another year of Hunger Games and Johanna - of all the people - will be running them together with Enobaria. No, not only that. He also has to attend the hearing of his prep team. All the members working with One and Two were executed publicly already. Those from Three were long dead.

He barely has any time to ponder if and how he can save anyone. Hardly sleeps that night, counting the pros and cons of every member of his team. Enobarbus is the closest to him, the only person working with him all the time and never sugar-coating what’s about to happen. He even tried to warn him when he was about to get sold for the first time. But with over twenty years of experience as a stylist, he is as good as dead.

Helvina is the only annoying of them all. Always talking about wanting to paint his body sea blue and green and marking him with tattoos. The only reason why he spares her any thought is because she has several children that will end up at the orphanage for sure. He gives up thinking about her when they tell him her husband died defending Snow during the bombing of the Capitol.

Vibiana is the oldest and the illness is claiming her already. Killing her is mercy. Making her live the remaining months of her short life while they are low on every kind of medicine is just an ill-treatment of a dying person.

Tacita is the last and he almost does not recognize her. She is younger than him, only working as the hairdresser since the star-crossed lovers won their Games. He remembers how long her blonde hair was, how she had to gather it to not sit down on it. Now it is ending just under her chin. How her skin was glowing, dusted with freckles, now it looks almost gray. How her eyes were laughing at all the dumb things he said when she was massaging his scalp, but now they do not even look in his direction. He cannot guess what kind of blue they are today, that’s how much she is focused on not looking at anyone. Someone has hit her across the face and Finnick clasps his hands into fists until he feels his short nails digging into the skin. It was completely unnecessary for sure, she cannot even talk back.

- And we found her not wanting to give up those earrings. Real pearls and diamonds, not those fake things produced at One. - The man sitting in the middle of the long table says. - She could not afford them with her hairdresser payment. So she clearly must have stolen them.

Finnick recognizes them immediately. He remembers the way she blushed when he took out her ugly glass pink earrings out and put those on her instead. How she kissed his hands after. How she wore them all the time during the Quarter Quell while trying to hide her tears. How she tried to smile the night before he got sent back to the arena. How she sobbed when he came to her and kissed her hands himself and told her to take care of herself.

- Those are from me. I thought they would keep her safer than an engagement ring. - Finnick lies. - Thought she could sell them to keep herself safe after the Games.

- Do you still want to marry her? - It’s Coin who asks him. Her voice is bored but there's also a hint of curiosity there. - You never told anyone about her, did you?

Finnick plays his most innocent face.

- You said my prep team was murdered by Snow. - he reminds her.

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There’s no ceremony and no fancy outfits and no extravagant dinner. A man comes to his room in the evening with papers and he signs them immediately, all four copies. Tatiana’s hair is still wet from the shower. She is so exhausted that he has to carry her from the bedroom and help her sit down in front of the man.

- Do you want to marry Finnick Odair? - The man asks and gets irritated when she does not answer. - The contract is not valid until I hear you answer aloud.

- Then I think you should leave. - Finnick does not try to hide his own anger. - Because she cannot speak, never in her life did.

The man gets red in the face, stammers and writes the same note on all four papers saying “the woman is mute but the consent is obvious” before passing them to the girl so she can sign them herself. Leaves without a look in her direction and only shakes Finnick's hand.

He tries to make her look at him but gives up when she flinches when he touches her chin. The mark on her face is even redder now, mocking him in the dim light.

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It takes him four weeks of feeding her until she can eat on her own without getting sick. He starts with creamy soups and gently brings a spoon to her lips. The first day she swallows only a few before shaking her head and covering herself with a blanket. He tries to make her eat a little bit more but she just takes his palm and kisses it on the inside. He gives up, wraps his arms around her and watches her every breath when she sleeps that night. Promises himself to feed her one spoon more every day when she wakes up.

Another four weeks until she does not look away from him. He is still watching her fall asleep and wake up and naming all the shades of the brown and gold her freckles turn now. Reads her aloud Hemingway and Tolkien and Le Guin and Tokarczuk and every book people in his District hid before Peacekeepers so they wouldn’t burn them. She usually watches him when he reads but turns away the moment he stops and looks at her. But when he says “Now is no time to think of what you do not have. Think of what you can do with that there is.” she blushes crimson and withstands his gaze. He kisses her then, a small peck to her forehead, another on the tip of her nose and two more, each for one of the corners of her mouth. He keeps doing this every morning and night.

His nightmares stop.

Further four weeks until she takes his hand and points her finger at the door so he can take her outside and show her the Ocean. It’s cold and gray but not windy and he does not catch her when she kneels in the wet sand. Only when her body shakes with silent sobs he realizes he was so focused on having her with him and getting her to feel better he never asked about her family or other things that could be a danger for the both of them. He sits down behind her, not caring how wet his pants get, not caring how cold he is until he gets the whole story out of her. Her fingers, with her nails still raw-bitten, skin terribly dry, shake when she tells him her family died in the bombings and it’s only her now.

- Us. - Finnick tells her kissing the bitten skin around her fingernails. - You have me now. We’re facing the world together.

She kisses him then, her body trembling with nervous energy when she presses her mouth against his forehead, nose and corners of his lips like he did before.

He takes her for a walk every day after, making sure to talk as much as he can about the Ocean and his District, about the people she may meet and what to expect. He reads the books aloud when they sit in the sand, her body always in his lap, her arms around his middle, her breath warming his throat. He starts dreaming about her naked underneath him again.

When she comes to him after the next four weeks he already knows what will happen. He does not help her undress herself, instead sits on the sofa to watch her take off her dress and takes a deep breath himself when she reveals to be wearing nothing underneath it. The earrings he gave her are the only things she has on and he marvels for a moment how stunning she looks dressed in them. Her hair is grazing her shoulders and he’s glad. He hopes she will grow them long again.

He kisses her deeply then, his hands caressing her whole body gently until she kisses one of his hands and brings it in between her legs. She is so wet he has to remind himself to take it slowly and not scare her.

- I’m going to carry you to our bedroom now. - He tells her. - Lay on my back on the bed and put you on top of me and use my fingers to make you come. Twice I think. I want to know that it feels good for you and that you know how to make me stop when something doesn't feel right.

He uses one of his fingers to spread her folds and move it around her clit. She stands up on her tip-toes before bringing her body back down on his finger and sliding her cunt up and down on it. Finnick kneels in front of her and licks her quickly, hoping for a small taste. Moans loudly and pushes his finger in between her folds for another second. He undresses himself and strokes his cock several times before hugging her and pressing his member against her stomach.

- I think my fingers once and my mouth twice after all. - He says holding himself even closer to her. - And this is how far my cock will end up being inside you. It may be a little bit much for the first time so I want you to tap my hand or arm twice when you want me to stop, alright?

She blushes crimson red from her forehead to her breasts but gets on her toes again to kiss him deeply. Finnick starts wondering where his control is coming from now because pinning her against the wall and sliding inside her heat is everything he’s thinking about. He wraps his right arm under her ass, squeezing one of her buttocks, and carries her upstairs. She starts playing with his hair and he cannot stop the moan when he remembers how she was doing that back in the Capitol.

- I had to masturbate several times after you did that. - He tells her, sitting them both down, her in his lap. - The night before the Games I was thinking about coming into your room and introducing my mouth to your count.

He almost comes on the spot when she kisses him sweetly and signs to him that she would allow him to do that. She kisses him again and he groans inside her mouth when she wraps her hand around his cock.

- Like this. - He tells her and wraps his own hand around hers. - A little bit firmer is what I like. Look at me now sweetheart. I want to see your eyes.

Her blush spreads when he comes on her stomach. He almost pushes her on her back and buries his mouth in her cunt when she takes his hand and starts licking it clean. Finnick takes the closest pillow and wipes her stomach with it. He sends it flying across the room and it hits the wall. He will worry about possible stains on the paint later.

She tries to run away when he lays down and positions her cunt above his face. He has to use some of his strength to keep her in place.

- It’s easier for me to watch you like that. - He tells her. - And I want to be sure I’m not forcing you into anything you don’t like.

He starts with her left knee, leaving small pecks there. He licks his way up and bites lightly where her thigh and hips meet, does the same to her second leg before pressing his tongue to her clit. She makes a sound then, something close to whimpering so he looks up to make sure she’s not in pain. There are tears in the corners of her eyes but she has a hand on her breast and a small smile on her lips so he starts sucking on her clit until she makes those tiny sounds again and has to put her hands on the wall to keep herself up. He doesn't close his eyes and doesn't stop sucking until her hips start moving against his face.

It's different from what he's used to, to people loudly saying what they expected him to do, but he's good at reading everyone, still has to be in order to survive. He does not stop licking her when she comes. Instead, he spreads her legs even more and brings her cunt even closer to his mouth. She does not try to run away this time, instead shyly moves herself up and down his face, shaking when she falls apart.

He rolls her over slowly, making sure her head does not hit the bed frame. He wipes his mouth with his hand but she sucks his tongue into her mouth when he kisses her. He spreads her again, making sure to inform her about his every move. He slides one finger into her cunt first and she's so wet that the second and even third come in easily. He pumps them in and out quickly while telling her how good she feels around his fingers. How wet she is, how he thought so much about doing this, how he cannot wait to bury his cock in her and make her body shake and fall apart.

He has to put his hand on her stomach to stop her from trying to get away when she's close. Her body almost snaps in half and she lightly kicks him accidentally in his ribs. She tries to make herself smaller when she calms down and barely has strength to move her fingers in apology after.

- Don't. - he tells her, marking her body with his teeth. He starts with the skin under her left breast. - I don't mind. I enjoy watching you fall apart.

He licks and bites until he feels her cunt clutching at his fingers again. Only then he removes them and rolls the condom onto his cock. She doesn’t try to stop him but nods her consent and kisses his hands all the time while he slides slowly into her.

- We will get mirrors. On the ceiling and every wall. - he tells her when he finally bottoms out. - so it’s easier for me to watch you and make sure I am not hurting you.

She blushes even more, he never knew it was possible for someone to do that. But she also nods and wraps her legs around him and brings him even closer so he stops holding back and just fucks her until she scratches him a little. She tries to apologize but he just pins her hand next to her head telling her he doesn't mind.

Because he truly doesn't, he knows where he is and who he is with and that's fine.

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She starts cutting and styling his hair after that. It is never as short as during his time in the Capitol and he makes sure to tell her several times that he adores it longer. Loves her for never trying to make him look like the man people in the Panem lusted over. Puts his mouth on her cunt to show her just how much it means to him. Tries to make love to her at least once daily.

- I don't remember sex being so nice and fulfilling for me ever. - He says when she asks if he's not tired. - If I could I would have made love to you all the time.

She just sighs before kneeling in between his legs and unzipping his fly. She kisses his stomach when he tries to stop her and wraps her fingers around his cock before taking him into her mouth. He almost comes on the spot when she looks into his eyes.

- I love you, - He tells her and she smiles with her mouth full and brings one of her hands under her skirt. - so much.

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He loves adoring her body with love bites and makes sure there’s at least one visible when she goes shopping in the town so no one hits on her. There’s no point in him following her everywhere. He wants her to have her own space but also wants her to be safe. He gets her two trained dogs so she is never alone anywhere. They are taught to react to certain motions she makes with her hands and it fills him with joy when she giggles when one of them licks her face.

Two cats come next. To keep her warm when he goes for a run in the early mornings. Those assholes try to keep him out of bed when he comes back and he has a lot of fur to remove from his clothes every day. They also grow so fat they don’t even try to come outside and lazily roll away when she buys or makes new toys to make them move. He is sure they are getting that big on purpose. Their goal is surely to suffocate him. Sometimes when he sleeps with his mouth open one of them lays on his face until he has no choice but to throw them and the dogs out of the room. Of course he uses it as an excuse to lay his own face in between his wife’s breasts after that.

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It takes only four days for Coin to send him back during the first new Games because everyone is sick of him talking about his wife and how much he adores her. Should he buy that book for her? Will that necklace go with her skin tone? Will those cookies last the trip and taste great when he brings them to her? Is that silk scarf something she would wear or just a tacky present?

- You could bring her here. - Johanna tells him when he’s throwing his clothes back into his backpack. - Or to Seven. I think everyone would love to meet her.

- You can visit us and bring Annie with you. - He says back. - She is not going anywhere. Four is her home now.

She is shocked and scared when he comes back early. He needs several minutes to calm her down and explain that everything is alright. He got some more duties at his District after all.

- You will accompany me, alright? - She gives him a small nod and he cannot stop himself from pressing his mouth against her neck and marking her again. - Wear your hair up, okay? I want everyone to know you are only mine.

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He does not join the next war when Plutarch rises to power. He ignores all the four summons Coin sends his way and only comes with his wife to the Capitol when it's time for a new President to be sworn in. He spends all the time watching her intensely and barely paying any attention to people around them.

- I'm just thinking about all the things I could be doing to you instead. - He tells her when she raises her eyebrow at him. She just sighs and kisses his cheek quickly and squeezes his hand.

- I don't know how she puts up with you. - Johanna tells him.

- That's rich. - Finnick says stealing a strawberry from her plate. - Especially now that you even ended up having a wife.

She and Annie move from Seven to Four shortly after Finnick welcomes his first child.

[ Four is the number of anniversaries they celebrate before their first kid is born and four is the number of the children they will have. ]

[ Four is the number of breaths he will take before following his elderly wife into death. ]

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raeynbowboi · 2 years

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As someone with autism, one of my fixations in high school was the Romanovs, and I remember being really amused by the realization that the four Grand Duchesses map perfectly onto the four Hogwarts Houses. So, I thought I’d share just because it’s kind of fun.

Olga Romanov was the eldest child. Clever and astute, she would often read alone in her room, read the newspaper with her father every morning, and would debate her father on political matters. During World War I, Olga, along with her mother and sister, Tatiana, trained to be nurses with the Red Cross and aided soldiers in the battle. She maps well to Ravenclaw for her keen mind and interest in learning.

Tatiana Romanov was the second oldest, and her mother’s favorite. She was a fashionista, delighting in fine clothes, and known for her charm and grace, to the point that the clumsy Anastasia envied her for her poise and elegance. What’s more, her sisters called her The Governess because of how she would boss them around like a nanny. She was also the negotiator of the four, sent when the sisters wanted something, as Nicholas and Alexandra had a harder time saying ‘no’ to Tatiana than the other three girls. She maps to Slytherin for her cunning, charm, and bossiness.

Maria Romanov was the third oldest. As a child, she was chubby, such that her sisters called her Fat Little Bow-Wow. She was an absolute saint of a girl, quick to tattle when she caught her older sisters breaking rules, which led to them often excluding her and teasing her. She dreamed of marrying a soldier and having a big family she could take care of. She maps onto Hufflepuff for her loving and affectionate personality.

Anastasia was the youngest of the four, and the apple of her father’s eye. Anastasia was a spitfire and a tomboy. She was known to race with the boys, climb trees, and hide in the cupboards. Her father called her Little Imp, and he let her get away with just about everything. She was a gifted performer, known to put on plays, sing, dance, and do comedy routines. During World War I, Anastasia was too young to be a nurse, but she kept soldiers company by playing games with them, and performing for their amusement. Even held captive by armed Bolshevik guards, Anastasia was known to stick her tongue out at them when they weren’t looking. She exemplifies the virtues of Gryffindor.

#hogwarts houses #hogwarts #gryffindor #hufflepuff #ravenclaw #slytherin #romanov #anastasia #grand duchess #russia #just a neurodivergent thing

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ayphyx · 2 months

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tell me ab ur ocs.

YIPPEE

Ok so i actually have a shit ton of oc but the main ones are Maria and Aelius as they are the main characters of a story I’m making. My friend’s oc Romeo is also important to the story

I have two oc stories, one doesn’t really have a name but basically takes place over tens of years in medieval Europe (basic i know) but it follows the rivalry between a knight named Courage and an “oracle” named Destiny. They’re both immortal btw and they’re basically humanized concepts of courage and destiny. I do have a drawing of Destiny posted. It should be in my “oc: destiny” tag.

The other story is actually a collection of stories. The series is called god & goddesses bc i don’t have a permanent name for it.

So far there’s 4 stories which are all interconnected and two are sorta interconnected but the most developed, important, and oldest one (4 years old!!) is the last story.

I’ll try to summarize it in a way that is still understandable but it’s basically colonization and genocide through the eyes of a god.

Ok some background information bc you’re gonna need it:

There are several religions existing in the world. These religions are divided into major (large) religions and minor (small, folk) religions. Every god from every religion (granted that they have enough believers) exist

Gods from the major religions (major gods) created something called the Major Pantheon which is consisted of every major god

The major gods created a sort of government to basically make sure major conflicts between religions don’t break out

The people in the government are called Higher Gods

There are laws in the major pantheon that apply to all gods

There is a social hierarchy but its not as important to this story

I’m not gonna list all the laws out but the important ones are (the bully points after this isn’t indented bc idk how to indent on mobile):

Gods are not allowed to create cults, encourage the creation of cults, or engage with cult members

Gods are only allowed minor interactions with humans (there’s more to this law but the rest isn’t that important to the story)

Maria is a major goddess of spring, she has a younger sister, Anastasia, and two older sisters, Tatiana and Olya (if you recognize these names from somewhere, no you don’t). Theta recall based off of seasons, Tatiana is especially important because she is also a higher god. She is also mixed white and indigenous (located around Eastern Europe and north Asia)

Aelius is a sun god from another religion (which i will call the Old Religion). While he is powerful and trusted, he is not a higher god. He is white (would be Mediterranean irl)

Romeo is in love with Aelius and a human, he is a poc

It’s told as a myth from a young woman, a foreigner, to a boy who’s native to the village the woman has immigrated to.

The myth tells the tale of Maria who is forced to leave her home and disguise herself as a human after Aelius destabilizes the major pantheon, murders and influences gods to murder each other, including Maria’s family. After the village she was hiding in is taken over by Aelius’s soldiers, Maria is forced to relocate to the Empire which is under Aelius’s control. There she finds an underground revolution and joins in. When the Revolution breaks out, it seems to have a chance of actually succeeding until the military is called in and crushes the Revolution in a massacre. Maria is distraught but then creates a plan to infiltrate the religious system and get close enough to kill Aelius. She is taken in as a seamstress’s apprentice. She eventually meets a man named Romeo who wanders in, wanting to be taught how to sew. They end up striking a friendship and Maria becomes comfortable enough to talk about her ideals and goals of revolution. Turns out, Romeo is actually the leader of Aelius’s religion, and disguised himself as a commoner to escape his role that he feels uncomfortable and unfit for. Romeo doesn’t dare to expose his identity but he does end up internalizing some of Maria’s beliefs and working to subtly implement them. Maria does eventually find Romeo’s true identity and feel betrayed but decides to use her friendship with Romeo to her advantage. Before maria kickstarts the revolution, she does confront Romeo about being in universe pope, they basically talk it out and shit. Maria begins the revolution by fighting and murdering Aelius and then sets fire to the capital of the empire.

There’s more to this and i can explain it to you in detail if you want but yeah that’s basically the summary of story 4 of g&g. I also would love to talk about certain themes of story 4 like divinity as dehumanization if you want me to. I also have several Pinterest boards of Maria, Aelius, Destiny, courage, and more if you want me to share them to you. 👍👍👍

My oc tags start with “oc:” if you want to know a little bit more about their personality through tumblr text posts. Aelius also used to be called sunny so when you see “oc: sunny” that means Aelius

Have a wip of Maria burning down the capital as an extra for reading literally all of this

#oc: Maria #oc: Aelius #oc: courage #oc: destiny #TYSM FOR ASKING ABOUT MY OCS #SORRY THIS IS SO LONG #AND TOOK SO LONG TO WRITE #long post #oc stuff

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neuroprincess · 11 months

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Lady's Lover: The Origin of the Dimitrescu Sisters - Alcina Dimitrescu/OC (reader)

Prologue

Alcina Dimitrescu/Original Character (reader)

Fanfic Chapter List

Summary: Melina Mayer has always lived within the confines of the farm and her family, unaware of the atrocities of the village until she reaches age 22, when, by a stroke of luck, is sold to the Dimitrescu family. The girl immediately wins over the Lady, but discovers the dark side of life, her past, carnal pleasures and all that this can provide.

Warnings: OC (original character), swearing, period misogyny, implied human trafficking, medium violence

Word count: +2200

Unrevised

December, 1972

Melina sighs and rubs the cloth hard against the wooden floor, diluting the dirt from the shoes of the other residents in house. The boot prints have slowly disappeared as the cloth becomes increasingly muddy and sticky, the girl sighs again, because this was one of the last cleaning cloths cleaned and there is still much to be done. Her mother, a stubby lady with red hair and a serious expression, runs back and forth in the kitchen, alternating between preparing lunch and supervising her youngest daughter's chores. She gives an approving look when seeing the impeccably clean surface, the girl gives the work as finished and stands up, feeling her legs tingling from being in the same position for so long, and gathers the bucket of water to throw it away.

"Should I tidy the rooms or clean the stable?" asks Melina after getting rid of the dirty water.

"The stable first, feed the horse. Then tidy the rooms, Mihai and Lucian's rooms too, they are coming back from the village."

"But so early? They usually spend at least a week there." she thinks too loudly, finding strange that their trip was so quick, their return so sudden "Could they have done something?"

"Get back to work and stop questioning things that don't involve you." replies Tatiana snidely, showing irritation and discomfort with the situation, wanting to avoid the conversation that was coming "And don't forget to prepare Nadja's dress."

"Yes, Mother." murmurs Melina, a little resentful that she is being excluded from family matters again.

But she soon forgets that feeling and euphoria takes over, curious to know what her twin sister, non-identical and a few minutes older, would do, living completely isolated from the village and being a travelers' inn on a rough stretch they don't have many special events or visitors. So new or festive clothes are rarely used, just when something important happens. Like the marriage of the oldest brother, firstborn George II, with one of the village girls. A union that is a constant object of reproach for Constantin, the second son of the family, who swears to everyone that he saw her in some brothel years before. After them, there are Mihai and Lucian, two strong and flirtatious men, born only 11 months apart, that have become very close and are each other's best friends. Then Nicolae, considered the cultured brother, who prefers books and studies to the manual work on the farm. And one year after him came the twins Nadja and Melina, the first girls in six generations of Mayer's family. The patriarch was very proud and in love with his little daughters until the day he died.

"Watch where you're going, slut!" shouts one of the travelers at her, while accidentally bumping into each other on the way to the stable, the girl too distracted by her own thoughts and trying not to freeze in the snow.

"Sorry." she simply replies, ignoring the insults, used to this kind of behavior.

The man continues to curse, but Melina is too excited to give a care about him, besides, there are more important things than a man with bruised ego. She enters the stable, relieved that it has been barely used in the last few days, the blizzard seems to have scared off any fool who would have thought of venturing into the mountains. The idea of finishing the most difficult task of the day quickly cheers her up even more, so that there is time to talk to sister and gather information from brothers. Even though she has lived in the region since birth, the girl has never been allowed out of house, except for the trips to the neighboring farm with her father as she did in childhood, her life has been limited to the inn where she was born and the siblings and travelers, who have filled her with ideas about the world beyond the fences and the forest. She wants to experience everything about what she has heard, go to a ball, visit the fair, have a best friend, fall in love, kiss someone, make babies (as one traveler's wife shyly named sex for her) and, not the least, have a place where she feels at home. Of course the girl loves her family, all the siblings and mother, but since the sudden death of her father nothing has been the same. The house has become lifeless, Tatiana never again gave a smile that reached her eyes, George had to mature early to help his family, the other children resented fate, Melina barely remembers the happy and prosperous times.

"How are you today, my sweet Thunder?" she hums to their pet horse, a five-year-old dark brown chestnut. The animal howls in return, excited at smelling food coming from the girl's bag "You are such a gluttonous boy." she wastes no time in taking the corn and carrots, leftover crops from last season, and giving them to Thunder "Winter is almost over, soon you will be able to run around the meadows again. Maybe Consty will let me ride you this year and we can go to the waterfalls together to cool off. Just you and me."

Melina's favorite season is spring, when it isn't too hot and she isn't punished by the intense cold, daily chores become easier, illnesses strike less often and there is that pleasant feeling of the sun beating against her pale face, even the farm animals seem happier with the mild weather. During winter and autumn the farm suffers losses with the thick snow obstructing movement, nothing survives on the ground and the foxes wander silently behind the smaller animals, so the extra rooms in the family house are rented out to passing travelers, the farm being well on the way to the village, so they make a subsistence living in the cold season. Summer and spring are dedicated to cultivating and harvesting the large crops that the fertile land provides with the summer rains, so part of the food is carefully stored, the other part sold to the villagers and the duke. The money is not much, but enough to maintain the place and feed them for the next few months. The girl would be lying if she said she enjoys working in the fields, luckily Tatiana leaves her with all the housework and once the family is out the doors she sneaks out into the expanse of the farmland, climbing trees, running after the animals, napping on the grass and swimming in the pond. These are her moments of peace, the soft memories that she recalls every night to help her sleep during the cold. And also to distract herself during the work, in half an hour she finishes cleaning the place, a little disheartened by the fact that soon her brothers will be back with their own horses dirty with mud and pebbles in their hooves, making everything dirty again. She is putting the rake away when hears screams and a stirring movement coming from the main house, Melina immediately puts the chore aside, running towards the noise. She imagines the worst, like that brute who attacked her touching her mother or Nadja, drunken George making a jealous scene again, she even imagined Nadja getting naughty with one of the travelers and the more conservative brother teaching her some lesson. She knows how he can be, has experienced it in the skin in a literal way and there is a scar on her shoulder to prove it, the narrow mark of the whip etched into the fragile skin. Constantin can become violent. But nothing prepared her for finding a half-naked young woman running toward her, the two of them meeting in a crash that knocks both down in the fluffy snow. Behind them, Tatiana is red in an angry expression, George and Ingrid, his wife, struggle to control the woman as she tries to walk up to the girl with the intention of assaulting her. Nicolae, who is also half-naked, watches the whole scene unfold with a look of guilt and concern. The brute laughs and walks towards them, lifting the other girl in the air, only to throw her in front of the Mayer matriarch, Melina stares at him, trying to guess his next move. He doesn't look very smart, but he's not dumb, she would say, just not one of the best outlaws.

"Mrs. Mayer, your son just ruined my merchandise, we have to do something about it."

The woman tenses and pulls herself together, her son and daughter-in-law finally letting her go, knowing that she would do nothing against that traveler. He, known only as Thobias, uses the inns at least six times a year and usually brings with him about ten youths, in the hot weather even more, always more women than men. Of course they, except the girl, know the fate of those poor frightened creatures and shudder to think what is waiting for them when reaching the village.

"She doesn't have a mark on the skin or a strand of hair out of place, she's in perfect condition," Tatiana replies, trying to negotiate.

"This woman is no longer a virgin, making her useless in the eyes of the buyer, she is no longer pure since she has been contaminated by your wild offspring. No wonder you have so many children."

"Maria is not an object for you to talk about her like that!" Nicolae speaks for the first time in the confusion, actually yells at the man at the top of his lungs, defending the slave girl.

"Control your boy if you don't want one of my men to break his leg, Mrs. Mayer!" he warns, using a low and creepy tone.

Melina gets up from the ground, wiping the snow off her knees, and stands behind the man's back, not having the courage to follow, afraid to pass him after ignoring him in the stable and her brother acting like this. She takes two steps back, trying to get as far away from the scene as possible and be swept out of Thobias' field of vision. But the movement drags the dress against some branches, catching his attention, the girl feels a shiver as their eyes meet and he smiles.

"You know, she was one of the only untouched women in the batch, the purest, irreplaceable... except for another pure woman. I'm sure your youngest will do very well as a merchandise exchange. How old is she, 18?"

"She turned 22 last spring."

"She'll be 23 soon, a little older than expected, but I can't waste a natural and pristine beauty when I see one." he walks towards Melina and pulls her by the arm to reunite with Nicolae's mistress "I have an offer you can't refuse. One girl for another."

"And why on earth do you think we would accept such barbarity?" it is George's turn to intervene, overcome with indignation, disgust in his voice.

"It's that or I'm going to burn this whole farm to the ground with you locked in the stable, with Mother Miranda's permission." the young Mayer is confused and looks at her family, all startled at the mention of the woman "What's it going to be?" the matriarch swallows the lump in her throat and nods, turning her face away to avoid facing the daughter "Good! And I imagine young Nico will turn the whore into a Mayer, everybody wins, from what I've seen you may have grandchildren running around soon." he laughs dryly and grabs Melina by the wrist, she soon realizes what is happening and tries to kick him desperately, only to be slapped in the face, knocking her unconscious.

The back and forth motion makes the girl nauseous, maybe it's the hit to the head, or the throbbing pain on the left side of her face, but she knows she'll throw up soon. Melina wakes up slowly, feeling pain and fear, the transport runs over a rock and she falls off balance as everything shakes. The brute just laughs and writes something in his notebook. She watches where they are, realizing to be inside one of the carriages, just the two in this and the rest of the youths probably piled in the other carriage following them.

"Melina Celeste Mayer, 22 years old, 5'1 height? I'm guessing. You were born in March, right?"

"Why do you want to know?" she mutters, starting to get annoyed, he just writes something ignoring her "I didn't know men like you can write."

"And the bumpkin shows her claws. I'm more educated than you, slut!" he retorts and puts the notebook aside, analyzing her thoroughly, head to toe "If you talk to your Lady like that, I guarantee your head will be ripped off this beautiful body in seconds. Believe me, I have seen it happen... a lot. Would be a shame such a waste so soon, it's more fun when they endure."

"You are...you are taking me to die?"

"Accept that will be your fate, I've never seen anyone spend more than six months in that place. But it's no big deal, we're all going to die one day, you're going to die too young and I'm going to die fucking rich."

"And where are you taking me?" Melina questions, with explicit fear in her voice and body.

"Dimitrescu Castle."

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#alcina dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x oc #resident evil village #re8 fanfiction #mother miranda #lady dimitrescu #dimitrescu sisters #donna beneviento

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foreverinthepagesofhistory · 1 year

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The Romanov sisters how was their relationship with their mother Alexandra Feodorovna tzarina of Russia?

OTMA had very similar but very different relationships with their mother Tsarina Alexandra Feodorovna. Let’s get into it!

Olga, as we know, was a very emotional person. When she was a child, she got along with her mother and respected her rules. But as she was maturing into a teenager, she thought that those rules were very frustrating and she didn’t agree with them. Also, Alexandra didn’t like how Olga had many outbursts and how she “didn’t fulfill her role as the oldest daughter”. This stiffened the relationship between the two of them and it never really got better as time went on. Olga much preferred her father over her mother when she was a young adult, but she always felt sympathy for her mother’s poor health and she always tried to help, but i think she always felt overshadowed by her mother’s relationship with her younger siblings. Don’t get me wrong, Alexandra loved all of her children VERY much but not every relationship is perfect. Olga had a lot of ups and downs with her mother but they always loved each other no matter what and stuck by each other until the end.

Tatiana by far had the best relationship with her mother out of all of OTMA. Tatiana was very patient and understanding and those traits helped enhance ther relationship between her and her mother. Alexandra didn’t have very good health sometimes because of her sciatic nerve and heart pain. In Alexandra’s mind Tatiana was the child that understood the pain the best. And she wasn’t wrong! Because of having her mother absent a lot, i think that Tatiana was kind of like a second mother to the younger children. She was nicknamed “the governess” because of organized personality. Throughout Tatiana’s whole life, she had an amazing relationship with her mother that stayed strong till the end of their lives. Some people even think that Tatiana was Alexandra’s favorite child too!

Maria’s relationship with her mother was a very normal mother-daughter relationship. They always got along and they were very kind to each other. A sweet thing about their relationship was that when Alexandra was stuck in bed because of her health, Maria (and all of the daughters) wrote letters to her mother and her mother write back! In one letter, Maria wrote to Alexandra asking when for Olga to get her own room but really Olga was orchestrating the whole thing and forced Maria to do it for her. If you read their correspondence, you can see that Alexandra was extremely sweet to Maria and that she loved her very much.

Anastasia’s relationship with her mom was very much like Maria’s but with a little more spice! As we all know, Anastasia was a goofball and she liked to play jokes and pranks and make funny faces. Sometimes those jokes went a bit too far so Alexandra had to scold her a little bit. Anastasia was Alexandra’s youngest daughter and i think she was an absolute delight to Alexandra. She might’ve had to get scolded a million times or get bossed around by her mother but that definitely did not harm the relationship between the two.

Thank you for asking me this question!!! It was so fun to answer!!!

#olga nikolaevna #tatiana nikolaevna #maria nikolaevna #anastasia nikolaevna #alexandra feodorovna #answered ask

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loiladadiani · 9 months

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Photographs: 1. A very elegant Tatiana with her two children, Taymuraz and Natasha; 2. Tatiana looking at pictures with her children; 3. Tatiana and her sister Vera Konstantinovna

Princess Tatiana Konstantinovna of Russia (1890 – 1979)

Tatiana was the third child and oldest daughter of Grand Duke Konstantin Konstantinovich and his wife, Grand Duchess Elizabeth Mavrikievna. In 1911, she married the Georgian Prince Konstantine Bagration of Mukhrani.

Tatiana and Prince Konstantine Bagration had two children: Teymuraz Bagration (1912-1992) and Natasha Bagration (1914-1984). Unfortunately, Tatiana's husband died at the beginning of WWI. She went to live with her uncle, Grand Duke Dmitry Konstantinovich, who was almost blind and needed help. She was very close to him.

While living with her uncle she fell in love with one of his aids de camp, Alexander Korochenzov (1877 – 1922.) Urged by her uncle, she left Russia with Korochenzov and her young children. They were fortunate enough to escape, as her uncle Dmitri Konstantinovich was executed in St. Petersburg in January 1919.

Tatiana Konstantinovna and Korochenzov at first fled to Romania and later to Switzerland. They married in Geneva. Three months later, however, Tatiana became a widow for the second time when Alexander died in Lausanne.

Tatiana raised her children alone, and after both were grown and married, she took the veil. She died as Mother Tamara, Abbess of the Mount of Olives Convent in Jerusalem in February 1979.

Photographs: 1. A very elegant Tatiana with her two children, Taymuraz and Natasha; 2. Tatiana looking at pictures with her children; 3. Tatiana and her sister Vera Konstantinovna

#Russian history #romanov dynasty #Princess Tatiana Konstantinovna #Princess Vera Knostantinovna #Taymuraz Bragation #Natasha Bragation #Grand Duke Dmitry Konstantinovich #Alexander Korochenko

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warwickroyals · 2 months

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Sunderland's Royal Jewel Vault (19/∞) ♛

↬ The Glencairn City of Warwick Fringe Tiara

Like their mainline cousins, the Glencairn branch of House Warwick has gathered quite the jewellery collection over the past seventy years. The City of Warwick Fringe Tiara is one of the oldest in their extensive collection. When Lady Esther Jungman (1926 - 1988) married the youngest son of King George II in 1954, the royal family did not skirt the costs, as it was the first royal wedding since the end of World War Two. Plus, Esther was no stranger to the royal lifestyle, she was a great-granddaughter of King George and Queen Alexandra. Esther's maternal grandmother was the ill-fated Grand Duchess Anastasia Georgiyevna (1873 – 1919), who was renowned for her irreplaceable jewel collection. This made Esther a great-niece of Tsar Nicholas II—and a second cousin of her husband-to-be. The twenty-eight-year-old bride was described as extremely beautiful, with quantities of dark hair, wide-set blue eyes, and a slightly retroussé nose. Wedding gifts were shipped in from across the world, each befitting for a quasi-Romanov princess. The most notable gift was from the City of Warwick itself: the tiara Esther used to secure her wedding veil. The tiara was modelled after a similar piece, the only tiara Esther's mother, Grand Duchess Natalia Georgiyevna (1902 - 1977), retained after the Russian Revolution forced her into exile. Like her mother's the fringe tiara featured rounded spikes set with diamonds. Esther was emotionally moved by the gift, thanking the city's mayor several times. Following the wedding, the new Duchess of Glencairn reached for the tiara frequently, sporting it at state visits, galas, and at the inauguration of her brother-in-law, King James II (1915 - 1970). Esther adjusted to royal life well, even after her husband was killed in a 1962 plane crash, she continued a wide variety of work. Thirty years after Esther's wedding, the tiara graced the head of another royal bride. Esther's middle daughter, Princess Frances, wore the tiara to marry Lee Wayne Grierson (1948 - 2024) in 1983. The televised wedding was attended by several prominent guests, including King Louis V, who walked the bride down the aisle. Unfortunately, Esther died before the 1998 wedding of her youngest daughter, Princess Valerie, who ended up inheriting the tiara. This wedding was more lowkey—greatly overshadowed by the wedding of her cousin James, Prince of Danforth to Lady Tatiana Farnsworth—but all the same, Valerie honoured her late mother by wearing the tiara to her wedding reception in New York City. The tiara stayed with Valerie and she wore it as much as circumstances would allow, including for several portraits taken in the '00s. To this day, the tiara continues to be one of the most recognizable tiaras from the Glencairn collection, reminiscent of an empire lost to history.

HRH Esther, Duchess of Glencairn wears the tiara in a 1957 portrait

HRH Princess Valerie of Glencairn wears the tiara in a personal photograph from 2005

#warwick.jewels #ch: valerie #ch: esther #ts4 #ts4 story #ts4 royal #ts4 storytelling #ts4 edit #ts4 royal legacy #ts4 legacy #ts4 royalty #ts4 monarchy #ts4 screenshots

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zablife · 2 years

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Jack Nelson

A Wrench in Our Plans 💀

Autumn

Break Up

Fragile Things

Give Me a Hand 🔞

"How dare you!"

Jack Nelson x female reader x Tatiana Petrovna

Jack Admits He Wants a Child with You

Jack Horny in Church 🔞

Lingerie 🔞

Mine

Placing a Hand on the Other's Neck 💀

Sing It

Gina Tries to Break up Jack's Relationship

Jack Nelson Headcanons (includes 🔞)

Jack Lays His Claim 🔞

Jack on Holiday

Jack Pining for His S/O

Jack's Wife is Jealous of his Female Business Partner + Jack Learns the Truth

Jack's Wife is Taken and He Goes Feral

Prequel to Salvation 💀

A Simple Life - Jack Nelson x wife reader

Jack Nelson's domestic situation is complicated.

Baby Fever- 🔞- Jack Nelson x wife reader

You and Jack try to conceive a child.

Camping - Jack Nelson & family

Jack Nelson’s four children are playing one hot, summer day and decide to cool off in their father’s office, pretending to camp out under his large desk. What will happen when their father returns home unexpectedly?

Corruption-🔞💀 Jack Nelson x female reader

You never thought of gaining anything more than a bit of real world experience when you applied for an internship with local police, assisting on the case of Jack Nelson. Instead you gain an obsession with a dangerous, but seductive criminal.

Go Home-Jack Nelson x wife reader

Jack has brought his wife across the Atlantic with him to do business with Thomas Shelby and Oswald Mosley, but he is rarely around and you begin to wonder if you've been forgotten.

Heatwave -🔞 Jack Nelson x wife reader

Jack and his wife find creative ways to survive a heatwave.

Homecoming-Jack Nelson x wife reader

Your perfectly planned evening for the return of your husband goes awry, but you have still have big news to share.

Jealous of Your Love- Jack Nelson x wife reader

Jack becomes possessive over his wife after Sir Oswald Mosley flirts with her during a business meeting. He is unaware that his wife has unresolved jealousy issues of her own.

Mara - Jack Nelson & OC (Mara Solomons)

When the Irish mob orders Alfie Solomons' death, Jack Nelson carries out the execution. Afterwards, Jack realizes Alfie’s daughter is now an orphan. In a moment of humanity he decides to adopt her.

My Best Girl -Jack Nelson & OC (Katie Nelson)

Jack's oldest daughter, Katie, is the apple of his eye and the feeling is mutual. However, a chance encounter forever changes her opinion of her father.

Off Limits - Jack Nelson x OC (Vera Solomons)

What happens when Alfie’s alluring new wife accompanies him to a meeting with the legendary Jack Nelson?

Pink Venom - Jack x OC (Kathleen "Kit") x Gina Gray

Newly engaged Jack and Kathleen seem like the perfect couple until Gina arrives and begins to make trouble. Will her plan to win Kathleen work?

Salvation💀-Luca x female reader x Jack Nelson

When Jack discovers you've made a life with someone else, he vows to take revenge on the man who came between you and make you his once and for all.

Shelby Magic-Jack Nelson x Shelby sister reader

Jack Nelson falls for the youngest Shelby sister. Despite Tommy’s protectiveness, Jack pursues you relentlessly getting under Tommy’s skin.

Shelby Magic (Missing Scene) 🔞-Jack Nelson x Shelby sister reader

Jack Nelson and Y/n Shelby have been dating for a few weeks before your loyalty is questioned.

Smile Like You Mean It -🔞 -Jack Nelson x wife reader x fem lover

After a boring evening at a society function, Jack arranges a naughty surprise to see you smile.

Tell Me the Truth-Jack Nelson x Gina Gray

Gina goes to Jack after her encounter with Oswald Mosley. The conversation they have opens a wound from the past.

The Letter - 🔞-Jack Nelson x female reader

When Jack says you've made an error in his correspondence, you have to correct your mistake to his satisfaction.

The Orphan - Jack Nelson

In 1929 Jack proposes to his Italian girlfriend, excited for the birth of their child. When her brother interferes in their relationship, whisking her away to give birth in secret, it alters the course of his life forever.

Thinking Jack is Leaving You

Boston Meets Birmingham 🔞-Jack Nelson x Shelby sister reader

Masterlist Parts 1&2 completed

Jack has proposed to the youngest Shelby sister without Tommy’s permission. The time has come for your wedding weekend and everyone is on edge.

His Angel-Jack Nelson x innocent wife reader

Masterlist Parts 1-4 completed

Never willing to listen to anything negative about your man, you live a sheltered life, which is exactly the way Jack likes it.

Little Harlot 🔞-Jack Nelson x OC (Scarlett Shelby)

Masterlist Parts 1-11 completed

In a bid to curb her disastrous thrill-seeking, Tommy sends his younger sister to Boston to keep her out of trouble and handle legitimate business. Tommy’s plan backfires when she meets rival gangster, Jack Nelson.

On the Brink of Greatness 🔞-Jack Nelson x reader

Part 1, Part 2 discontinued

(Modern AU) You have a summer job near Boston as a caterer. Despite the dull work, you get a little excitement in your life when you’re hired by a wealthy, but demanding family and meet an interesting man.

Wedlock-Jack x female reader

Masterlist Parts 1-7 completed

When your father’s business begins to suffer he makes an agreement to marry you to Jack Nelson in a bid to combine wealth and power.

White Picket Chemtrails 🔞-Jack x OC (Louise) x OC (Elizabeth Nelson)

Masterlist Parts 1-4 completed

Jack Nelson is married to the perfect society wife with two sons to carry on his legacy, but when Jack’s young mistress falls pregnant he can’t let her go. Who will he choose?

#Peaky Blinders fanfic #Peaky Blinders imagine #Jack Nelson fanfic #Jack Nelson imagine #Jack Nelson

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weirdwitcheryart · 2 years

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Prime Movers

Here some of my headcanons about the Papa's and the Cardinal's prime movers

Left to right:

Lucretia Prime Mover to Papa Emeritus I Was born to a Satanic Bishop and his lover Very caring and sweet, the oldest of the Prime Movers She and the First have two sons Santessa Prime Mover to Papa Emeritus II Was born into one of Venezia's most influental Merchant families is arrogant and sarcastic, often fights with Sister Imperator and sometimes makes hurtful comments, but deep down, she can be actually pretty nice, very witty She and The Second have one daughter Tatiana Prime Mover to Papa Emeritus III Was born as the youngest princess into the royal family very sweet and funny, the youngest of the group, very charming and intelligent, basically had lessons in everything, so she is skilled in arts, sports, languages and science She and The Third had just had their first son Augusta Prime Mover to Cardinal Copia Was born into an influental Witch Family, that resides in the Alps outspoken, intelligent, but kind of lacks social skills, very skilled herbalist and summoner, very hands-on She and the Cardinal have no children yet

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romanovsonelastdance · 1 year

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Did Olga Nikolaevna have any extra privileges in terms of rank as the first born child?

I don't think she did legally or anything. The laws of succession at the time were such that a woman could only inherit if there were literally no eligible men left ahead of her. So technically OTMA were in line for the throne, but their father, brother, uncle, all their cousins, etc would have to die. Even after the revolution, if one of OTMA had theoretically survived, they still would have come after the Vladimirovichi, after Dmitri Pavlovich, after Nikolasha, after Uncle Sandro and all his sons, etc, Still plenty of male Romanovs ahead of them. They might have been a rallying point but they wouldn't have been seen as 'the rightful empress' or whatever.

But women did technically still have succession rights; that's why Tatiana Konstantinovna and Irina Alexandrovna had to sign them away when they married nobles instead of royals.

But articles at the time, especially before Alexei was born, do treat her like a possible 'future Empress.' Before the birth of Alexei there were rumors Nicholas would change the laws to allow Olga to inherit (or marry her to Dmitri Pavlovich and name them joint heirs or something), and after Alexei was born, there were enough rumors about his poor health that rumors still persisted that it might fall to Olga.

I don't think she had extra privileges exactly but that because she was the oldest she reached milestones that some of her siblings didn't. She came into her fortune, for example. She got to be out in society a little bit before the war, etc. Differences in dress and jewelry etc I think were more to do with age than special privileges as the eldest; the others would eventually have been the same.

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void-botanist · 7 months

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hello and how are you?

We had to come scurrying over after we found your WIP Name Game! Honestly, a lot of those names make us want to ask after them, this Work seems to be filled with good things, but!

Can we see something from these parts? Whatever you want to share? ( •̀ω•́ )σ

Farewell to the Ancestors, Tatiana Arvenswold, that secret option from the tags that you want to scream about

Have fun with it too! If ya wanna pass or go wild, then this is your invitation to do so! we're entirely intrigued!

☕ Natsume Rune, @365runesoftheamalgamations

From this list

Thank you so much for the ask! I actually talked about the one that made me want to scream over here, but "queueing" is a similar sort of scene, where Spinder gets into a different unusual conversation. The Nicea has been queueing for a warp transit for hours, Tristan has taken a sleeping pill, and Rodney is left having to make his first non-training warp transit:

The door slid open six inches and Spinder blinked sleepily up at him. “What?” he said with the distance of someone still shaking off a dream. “We’re clear to transit in a few minutes, and I just need someone to sit on the bridge with me while I do it.” He raised his eyebrows but didn’t argue. “Let me get some pants on. I’ll be right there.” The door shut again. Rodney decided to trust him and go back to the pilot’s seat. Tristan’s seat. It felt too big, even though it was only marginally larger than his own. He was about to take the unnecessary step of strapping himself in when he remembered that his coffee was halfway across the bridge and went to grab it. Spinder showed up at the same time, half-covering a massive yawn while he dropped into his usual seat. The pants he’d put on were just the lower half of his flight suit, zipped up to his waist with the sleeves tied over it.

"Farewell to the ancestors" was previously an almost-empty scene where I planned to have Tristan visit the graveyard where most of her family is buried and say goodbye to them before the trip, but this ask made me want to work on it some more:

Tristan climbed to the top of the hill, weaving the familiar path through the generations of her family’s gravestones. At each one, she ran a hand over the small dome carved from the top of the stone, feeling the grooves left by increasing generations of hands. On the oldest markers at the top, the dome had started to become a valley.

And "Tatiana Arvenswold" is one of my favorites. This is deep into their space journey, after assorted disasters, when Spinder and Isabel first meet Tatya, who stays with them pretty much to the end of the book:

Isabel was aware of someone passing their table, but didn’t look up until a pale brown hand rapped on the tabletop. Standing over her was a person whose brown hair seemed to be all cowlicks, even into their loose ponytail, with a scruffy half-attempt at a chinstrap beard and a wide baby-pink collar choker peeking out past the massive triangular lapels of their khaki jacket. They were completely ignoring her in favor of Spinder, and she prepared herself to bolster his defense. “Hey, are you Spinder?” they asked. “You look just like the picture Gwinny sent me.” Spinder blinked. “I am. Are you…the warp witch?” They grinned. “Tatiana Arvenswold at your service. She-her or whatever you feel like.” They turned just enough that Isabel could see the silver heart-shaped ring in the front of their choker. Their eyes lingered on her face, and at first she thought they were looking at her bruises in order to make a dumbass comment about them. Then she got a full once-over, and when their eyes met again Tatiana’s gaze was thirsty. “And who are you?” “I’m Isabel,” she said. “The captain of the Nicea.” “Oh, nice, nice. So, uh, y’all in need of a warp witch? Or a finder?”

Nicea taglist: @kahvilahuhut @malloen8c @outpost51 @writernopal @athenswrites

#had to think about 'blinking up' for a second but no Rodney is in fact taller than Spinder. By two inches but still #and Spinder's probably leaning into the doorway too much #people usually mind their business at a Svando's but Isabel has been there at other times when people decide to be ableist #or weird about Spinder's partial arm or his birthmark #but sometimes looking different just makes it easier for your sister to send you the world's most annoying warp witch #someday maybe I'll write Tatya & Gwin adventures lol #the galaxy's sexiest genderfuck trans lady and the galaxy's acest nature photographer are best friends :)#rose writ #wip: nicea #c: Isabel #c: Spinder #c: Tristan #c: Rodney #c: Tatya #wip names tag game #tag games

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imherongraystairstrash · 2 years

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I think I speak on behalf of the fandom when I say we need a fic of jesse learning to shave (cause Tatiana sure as hell prob didn’t care, so maybe he just did it some rlly dumb way until Gideon teaches him AND ITS A UNCLE NEPHEW BONDING MOMENT). also I absolutely adore your writing ❤️

Why, thank you so very much! I'm sorry for taking so long to write it, but I loved this prompt! Once I started writing it, I was able to finish it in one sitting! I had to look up how to shave a beard though loll

I hope you enjoy it!

There's a first for everything

Characters: Jesse, Sophie and Gideon

Jesse didn’t know how to feel about living with his Uncle Gideon and Aunt Sophie. Before living with them, Jesse had only had a single interaction with Gideon, which is one more than he had with Sophie. If he had had any others, he didn’t remember.

His Aunt Cecily, for example, had held him for a brief period of time when he was a baby at Will and Tessa’s wedding—how strange that he attended Lucie’s parents' wedding when he was a baby, considering she was his… well, Jesse didn’t exactly know what they were to each other yet; they hadn’t really had time to discuss it—something he has no recollection of.

It was strange living in their house. He saw a few pictures of Sophie and Gideon’s children in the parlor when they were young. There was a portrait of Barbara Lightwood, the cousin he never had the opportunity to meet. He looked at her, eyes filled with the promise that she’d do incredible things.

“She used to ask about you, you know?”

Jesse had startled, turning to find Sophie’s film frame by the door. She quietly walked over to him, so that she stood beside him, gazing at the portrait of her oldest daughter. There was a deep sadness in her eyes that Jesse could observe before he found out she’d lost a daughter. Though now, he could see a hint of resignation in her expression, an undertone of acceptance. As if she knew that this was the course of life.

“Did she really?”

“Oh, yes. ‘Mama, can cousin Jesse come to my birthday?’ ‘couldn’t we adopt cousin Jesse?’ ‘what is cousin Jesse’s favorite color?’” Sophie smiled a little. “She would fry my brain with questions about you. Sometimes Gideon would joke that she loved you more than she did anyone else.”

Jesse looked at the portrait more meaningfully. Who was this girl who had longed to meet him? How is it fair that she never got to? That he never knew anything about her? It felt so wrong to him, so painfully cruel.

“If I had known someone had liked me so, perhaps I would have made more of an effort to escape.”

He could see Sophie turn to look at him through his peripheral vision, though he glued his eyes to the portrait, not wanting to look at her.

“We all loved you, Jesse. Gideon and Gabriel were desperate to meet you when you were born. We wanted nothing more than to take you with us the first time we met you and every other time we caught even just a glimpse of you.”

Jesse managed to peel his eyes off of the portrait because he didn’t want to seem rude, especially after Sophie and Gideon had insisted on him staying in their home. He offered her a half smile.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For caring.”

Sophie’s eyes softened considerably.

And though they had never met properly before a couple of days prior, after that moment, Sophie and Jesse had shared a mutual affection for one another that only grew each day.

Is this what it’s like to have a mother? Jesse thought. Is a mother supposed to be someone who makes me happy just by walking into the room? Someone to what to tell your troubles to? Though Jesse hasn’t done it, he felt an urge to do so. And he has a feeling that if he did, Sophie would listen and offer advice that would most likely make him think of course! but at the same time, not feel foolish for not having thought of it before.

However, Jesse felt conflicted about how to act around Gideon. He’d never had a father, nor any sort of significant male figure present in his life for that matter. He had had a mother, however cruel she may have been. But he didn’t have the slightest idea on how men treated each other. He didn’t know how to talk to him.

Jesse looked at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He had to shave like he did every morning. He got the bar of soap and put some of the suds on his cheek. He got a pocket knife and began the chore that was shaving. The only good thing about being a ghost had been that he didn’t have to shave every morning.

“Jesse?” He heard someone call. He startled, causing the blade of the knife to slip, making a cut on his cheek. He flinched and washed off the soap that was making his cut sting. Thankfully the knife was blunt enough that the cut was very shallow.

“Yes?” He asked.

Jesse saw Gideon outside the bathroom door, that he had left slightly ajar.

“We wanted to know if you wished to—are you all right?”

Jesse nodded.

“You’re bleeding,” Gideon said. His eyes caught sight of the knife in Jesse’s hand and his eyes widened.

“Oh right, yes I was just, having trouble erm, shaving.”

Gideon’s horrified expression turned into one of confusion. “Shaving?”

Now Jesse was confused. Surely Gideon shaved, did he not? Otherwise wouldn’t he have a beard?

“Erm, yes. Shaving.”

“With a knife?”

Jesse looked down at his knife. “With what else?”

Gideon’s mouth opened slightly, as if appalled and then, after a beat, closed.

“I shall be right back.” He said. “Just, please put away that knife and stay here.”

Jesse furrowed his eyebrows but did as he was told.

Sure enough, Gideon came back after a short while with a box in his hand. He placed it on the bathroom countertop and pulled out a strange looking stick of some sort.

“This is a razor.” Gideon explained.

…

“There you go,” Gideon said and Jesse ran the razor down his cheek.

He was a quick learner. Gideon only had to explain how to shave once, and it was enough for Jesse to understand. Save a couple of times where he almost shaved upwards, Jesse shaved flawlessly, not cutting himself once. Well, save the cut with the pocketknife.

Gideon couldn’t believe Jesse had even managed to shave with the dull blade.

“Make sure to rinse it off a little,” Gideon said.

Jesse did as he was told. “I can’t believe this contraption exists.” He said. “And that I didn’t know about it.”

Gideon would have laughed if it didn’t make him incredibly sad. How could Tatiana not think to teach her son about shaving? She’d seen her brothers do it plenty of times.

Or perhaps it wasn’t that, if not the fact that she didn’t let them help her in raising Jesse. He watched the slight grin on Jesse's face as he shaved with the razor and wondered what other things he didn’t know how to do because nobody had ever taught him. Gideon was almost sure Jesse didn’t know how to tie a tie.

He knew Jesse felt uneasy around him and Gabriel. It took him back many years ago, when he had first met Sophie. How her breath had quickened those first couple of training sessions when he came too close, or how her eyes were constantly darting between himself and Gabriel. It broke his heart then and it broke his heart now when he saw Jesse act similarly, replacing fear with uncertainty.

“Now do I just wash it off, Uncle Gideon?”

Gideon looked up. “Yes, that should be it. That was an extremely good first attempt, Jess.”

Jesse looked surprised at the nickname. Gideon hadn't intended on calling him that, it had just slipped out of him. Before he could feel regret however, he saw that Jesse was looking at him with wonder and a slight smile playing on the corners of his lips.

Gideon smiled back.

Sophie and Cecily would comment on the fact that most of the Lightwood men shared what they called the Lightwood smile; Gideon, Gabriel and Thomas all shared the same smile: a slight upturn of the corners of their lips, almost imperceptible if one wasn’t familiar with it. It was subtle.

Gideon had never seen it until he saw Jesse smile and it reminded him of Gabriel, years ago, when they were still boys. At the same time, he thought of Thomas, because that was his son’s smile as well.

Gideon had never felt more connected to Jesse than he had at that moment. He was grateful he was finally able to have a meaningful relationship with his nephew and hoped that he could teach him the things his father never could.

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as my first post i will be posting a snippet of my book, specifically the prologue. I know its unlikely anyone will see this or care but i want to post my work and would appreciate any feedback!

The world was shaking. Another tremor had begun peeling its way across the lands in a violent delight. The ground moved in waves, shivering as though it could split open at any moment. A storm accompanied the tremors, as it always did. Vicious rains beating down on land for hours at a time, rains that continued even after the tremors were long gone. The tremors and their storms were not the first of their kind, and would not be the last. In fact, these phenomena made one thing clear for everyone; Peremora was dying. The magic that once coursed through even the deepest parts of the realm was fading and the tremors, the storms, all of them were pointing towards something far worse to happen after they pass.

The storms began when Althea was young, when she was a girl of only ten. Her mother had forced her into her first official dancing lesson that day. Dancing was never especially important for the children of House Wrenne to learn, but their mother had always enforced it. Tatiana was effortlessly the best, graceful and sharp in all the right ways, just as the firstborn girl should be. Althea was a little less graceful, sharp in the wrong ways, and always trying to measure up to her older sister’s example. The years Althea spent watching her sister dance did not help her dance at all. Their younger sisters, Dianthe and Demetra spun together in circles while Atlas sat happily on their mother’s lap. The twins would not have lessons for another year or two, which meant they could frolic and twirl without being scolded. The girls spun until they dropped, falling into a fit of giggles as they hit the floor. Althea stepped on her partner’s toes, again, so she let go of his hands and stomped dramatically over to her mother.

“Mother, I do not understand why I must dance for so long!” Althea huffed, as she watched Tatiana spin sweetly around the ballroom.

“It will help in the long run, my dear.” The queen chirped, pinching at Atlas’ cheek. Althea huffed again and plopped down next to her sisters, giving up on ever being good at dancing.

Tatiana looked like a dream, a young lady spinning about the room and following every step she needed to. The boy she was dancing with was as dreamy as she was, leading Tatiana in time to the flowing music being played by a violinist in the corner.

A crack of lightning and a pounding at the ballroom door broke through the music.

The dream had shattered.

A few seconds after the pounding came the King, bursting through the ballroom door frantically, screaming the Queen’s name. The violinists stopped their playing with a screech. The boy dancing with Tatiana scuttled away, the presence of the King in this state enough to make anyone fearful. It was a blur, running through the corridors faster than ever. It was never something Althea and her siblings did in a way that was so desperate. The rains followed the King’s frantic state, it seemed, as a downpour began while they rushed through the halls of the castle. The children mindlessly ran after their mother to where their father had been leading her. The rain was heavier than it had ever been when they arrived in the training yard. The yards had been full of sentinels, protectors of the royal family.

They had failed to protect.

On the ground, in the middle of the yard, lay the oldest of six. The heir to the throne, dead before them all. The rain soaked his tunic to his body and the mud was turning his white hair shades of brown. Theodore had been training to head the royal guard, something their father had suggested he do in preparation for his eight and tenth birthday. As the family looked upon him, his body looked sickly. A cherry red color had begun taking over his tanned body. There was no blood, no unusual tracks or anything remotely indicating foul play, yet they could all tell something about this was undeniably wrong.

The Queen cried out and flung herself onto his body, unphased by the pouring rain. That seemed to be the first and last time the children of House Wrenne ever saw their mother step foot into the training yards.

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Losing Game [Antoine Griezmann x fem!OC] (Chap. VII)

Requested: No

Pairing: Antoine Griezmann x OC!Gabrielle Darian; more to be added.

Warnings: English is not my first language!

Wordcount: 4.4K+

A/N: Thank you for still reading! GIF IS NOT MINE. Enjoy!

Previous chapter

“No, I’m not coming! Just forget about me like you did with your oldest daughter!”

Louisa hangs up and throws her phone on the table before she wipes her watery eyes. Starting last night, Louisa’s mother Mrs. Honorin has been calling her to convince her to come to a reception she’s organizing, and also to convince her to put her older sister “on the right track”. Louisa usually manages to handle it well and only gets angry at her mother, but it’s starting to really upsets her. She sits next to me and I put an arm around her shoulders.

“I don’t understand,” she has been saying that ever since her mother called her. “A mother is supposed to love and accept her child, not denigrate her.”

I know exactly how Tatiana feels.

“If you heard her,” Louisa continues, her head in her hands, “it seemed like Tatian was a monster.”

Several tears are shed, but I eventually comfort her after a few minutes.

“When I have a child, I’ll always be there for him, no matter what.”

“I’m sure you’ll be a great mother,” I answer.

I try to think of an activity to make her smile but the clock in the kitchen let me know that I have to leave to Clairefontaine in a few minutes. Maybe…

“You wanna come to Clairefontaine with me?”

She gives me a confused look.

“It would lift your spirit,” I say.

“Are you sure I can come?”

“We’ll know right away.”

I decide to call Antoine, hoping he’ll answer and accept a second guest in the castle. To my surprise, he answers immediately.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s me.”

Damn it, Gaby, of course he knows it’s you. I try to ignore the joy it gives me to hear his voice and focus on his answer.

“Are you okay? Is everything alright?”

“Yes, hum, I’m sorry to bother you, I just wanted to ask for…a favor.”

“You never bother me. Tell me.”

“I know it wasn’t planned, and it’s already nice of you guys to allow me to come to Clairefontaine,” I say, uncertain, “but can Louisa come?”

“Hold on a second.”

There are a few seconds of silence and then muffled whispers.

“Gaby? You still here?”

“Yes, yes,” I say, surprised.

“There is no problem in Louisa coming.”

“That’s so sweet of you guys, thanks a lot.”

“Of course,” he says, and I can hear a smile in his voice. “See you later then.”

“See you.”

I hang up and turns to Louisa.

“He said yes.”

She has a little smile, and since we both already ready to go, we leave right away. In the car Louisa asks me questions about my visit to the castle the day before, and I don’t give her the details. We finally arrive at the castle, and I present the badge Antoine gave me yesterday and told me to keep.

“I don’t have one, though,” Louisa tells me, pointing at it.

“Let’s hope Antoine thought about it.”

We enter just fine – Antoine did think about it – and we walk to the castle. I still fell like an outsider, and I’m surprised to see that Louisa feels that way. She looks around with curiosity and also a bit incertitude. Approaching the castle, we see a silhouette sitting in the grass, near the big letters that indicates where we are. I recognize the person right away, as does Louisa.

“Is it Pavard?” she whispers.

“Yes.

I bring Louisa with me to say hi to him before joining the others inside, hoping we won’t bother him.

“Hi, Benjamin,” I say softly.

He jumps in surprise and turns towards us.

“Oh, hi.” he gets up. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you two coming. How are you?”

He kisses me on the cheek and turns to Louisa, then to me again, waiting for me to introduce the two of them.

“Oh, sorry. This is Louisa, my best friend. Antoine kindly invited us to come here today.”

There is a sudden light in his brown eyes, and he nods.

“Oh, yes, Antoine told me. Nice to meet you.”

“A pleasure.”

He also kisses her on the cheek and a small smile grows on his sad face. I look at Louisa, whose cheeks seem to have become pink. I hear a door opening behind us and see Antoine coming out of the building. He walks to us, and Louisa give me a teasing look. Don’t start now. He smiles as he comes to us.

“Hi,” he says looking at me.

“Hi.”

He puts his hands on my arm and then kisses me. I see Louisa looking at the ground, a small smile on her lips. You giggle and I’ll kill you. After we get away, Antoine turns to her and gives her a polite smile.

“Nice too see again. Welcome to Clairefontaine.”

“Thank you for having me,” she answers. “Nice to see you too.”

“No problem,” Antoine says. “Gaby’s friends are always welcome to come. By the way, Benji, would you mind showing Louisa around?”

I’m about to ask why we won’t do it all together – as Antoine told me he’d give me a visit of the whole Center – when “Benji” nods.

“No problem.”

Thanks, bro. We’ll catch up later.”

I’ll admit that I’m not comfortable with the idea of leaving Louisa alone with a stranger, even if it’s a friend and teammate of Antoine’s. But Louisa looks happy so I keep my mouth shut. Antoine takes my hand and we walk to the castle.

“A private visit of the Bleus’ castle,” I say, “How lucky these both girls are.”

“Right?” Antoine laughs. “We’re not going into the second floor, there’s nothing to see in there except for messy bedrooms and video games.”

He opens the door and let me enter before him. I hear whispers and giggles right away. Antoine leads me to some kind of living room with a TV and several sofas. Hugo and Olivier, sitting next to each other, get up to greet me and ask me about my parents’ health and how is the company is. The four of us talk when Kylian arrives, a phone near his ear. He hangs up a few seconds later, a soft smile on his face.

“Was it Helena?” Olivier asks with a smirk.

“Yes,” Kylian answers with a smile after greeting me. “She’s coming to see the match with her mom and Baptiste.”

“You’re coming too, right?” Hugo asks me.”

I look at him, confused. I had no idea they had another game coming.

“Hum, yes,” I say, feeling awkward.

I look at Antoine, who’s looking at me.

“I mean, if you want me to come. I’d understand if you want to be left alone.”

“What? Of course I want you to come,” Antoine says as if he didn’t understand. “It would be awesome. Plus, you would bear me luck, just like last time.”

“You’re good at shooting penalties,” I say quickly. “I had nothing to do with it.”

“I agree with Grizou,” Olivier says. “I’m sure you and Louisa will bring us luck when you’ll be in the stadium.”

Antoine leaves and comes back a few seconds later with an envelope in his hand, which he hands me.

“There are two tickets in there, that way Louisa can come too if she wants.

“It’s very nice of you,” I answer, feeling a bit uncomfortable, “but I could have bought them.”

“Oh, but Antoine is a real gentleman,” Hugo laughs softly.

Yes, I’m starting to be aware of that.

*-*

After a moment of talking with the three Bleus, greeting Corentin Tolisso and Didier Deschamps and visiting le first floor of the castle, Antoine decides to give me a visit of the parc. He points at the younger team’s building, the auditorium and the other building. We walk to the woods which is all around the parc when se see Louisa and Benjamin come back from it, speaking vividly.

“My,” Antoine says with a small laugh, “they do seem like they get along.”

“Indeed,” I say.

“It’s been a while since we’ve seen Benji like that,” he says more seriously. “It’s nice to see him happy. He’s a good dude, and a real friend. I wouldn’t have let your friend with him if I didn’t trust him. His girlfriend left him,” he adds as if we were complotting. “Just like that, for no reason. He really loved her, it almost broke him. He doesn’t feel like seeing someone else yet, so Louisa is safe with him.”

I nod. Benjamin and Louisa come closer, still talking and laughing. They wave at us as we walk to the wood. If Clairefontaine seems generally peaceful – except for maybe the castle – the wood is probably the most peaceful place all around. It’s kind of romantic, when you think about it.

“This is a nice place,” I say without really thinking.

Antoine doesn’t answer and stares at me. His eyes go from my eyes to my mouth and then he kisses me like he never kissed me before. I thought our first kiss after our date was passionate, but it’s nothing compared to this one. The feeling of dizziness is a hundred times more powerful, and I feel something warm in my belly. My arms go around his neck and the kiss gets harder. I feel Antoine making me walk back and a few seconds after I feel a tree against my back. His hands grab my hips and his lips descend from my mouth to my chin and then my neck. Oh my God. The warm sensation inside of me increases and Antoine puts his hands under my shirt. The cold sensation of his hands on my skin makes me shiver as his lips kisses every centimeter of my neck. He suddenly stops, and I’m about to ask him to do it again when his face slightly comes back to mine. I open my eyes and try to catch my breath, feeling as if my heart is gonna come out of my chest.

“What are you doing to me?” he whispers, his eyes in mine.

Before I can answer, he kisses my neck and then comes back to my lips. My hands touch his light brown hair and soon my fingers run through it. His mouth lets out a sigh of contentment and I feel him slightly pulling up my shirt. I should tell him to stop, but I can’t. One of his hands leave my limbs to grab my leg and put it against his hip, without his lips ever leaving mine. Please don’t ever make him stop. At this moment, we hear conversations and laughs from the castle. After a few seconds, Antoine somewhat gets his face away from mine, his nose almost touching mine and his breath on my neck.

“I think they’re waiting for you,” I whisper, hoping he won’t hear the regret in my voice.

He puts me back on the ground, as only one of my feet were touching the ground, and I give him one last kiss. I caress his cheek and when I see his smile, I know he’ll finish what he started soon or later.

*-*

I try to fix my hair as much as I can – because of course Mr. Griezmann ruined it – as we go back to the castle. We see Didier outside, surrounded by his assistant, most of the players and Louisa, who talks with Benjamin and Steve Mandanda. I quickly pray that I don’t have any hickey.

“Training session is on, Grizou,” Didier says. “Ladies, you can watch it if you like,” he ads for Louisa and me.

“Are you sure it won’t be a problem?” I ask, and I see Louisa agreeing with me.

“Of course not,” Antoine answers with an appeasing tone.

“We’re not used to have such a charming public”, Paul says. “so it’s a big change. Right, lads?”

The other approve and we head for the training fields, Louisa walking between me and her new friend. She gives me an interrogating and amused look but I don’t say anything and let her know I’ll tell her later. I’m sure she also has things to tell me – even though I won’t give her all the details of my moment in the wood with Antoine.

I talk with her and Emilien when I notice Antoine observing Emilien in a strange way. Once they’re on the fields, the team get in formation and Louisa and I sit in seats protected from the sun. I try to learn more about the moment Louisa shared with Benjamin, but she remains silent and I eventually give up, perfectly knowing she’ll tell me everything once we’ll be alone. Even if she doesn’t say anything, I see that she keeps looking at Benjamin, who in return sometimes gives her sweet small smiles. If last time Antoine did look at me from time to time, this time their number is multiplicated by two and I feel myself blush. Just like last time, I don’t get bored one bit, and neither does Louisa. The most amusing part of the training sessions is them shooting. They all shoot each at the time, Hugo catching several balls. Antoine walks up, focused. I saw him focused during a match, but being actually near him and seeing his determined face, he’s…hot.

“He really is focused, isn’t he?” Louisa asks me.

“He is,” I whisper.

“He looks at you this way,” she says with a lower voice. “As if you were the only thing in the world.”

I look at her before hearing a noise and a scream of joy.

“Yes!” Antoine scream, toddling. “Gaby did you see this one?

I nod, smile and clap. It’s Emilien’s turn to shoot. He scores too but Hugo protests that it was off-side.

“It wasn’t, dude, I promise,” Emilien laugh, running a hand in his blond hair.

“Not to be rude, brother,” Olivier says in a soothing voice, “I think Cap is right, it was off-side.”

“I think so too,” Antoine adds.

“How about we ask the judges of the day?” Emilien answers. “Girls?”

I don’t know anything about football, bro, why do you have to come to me like that?

“I think the boys are right,” I answer, and Louisa approves. “Sorry, Emilien.”

“Ah, see.” Antoine says.

Emilien is still not convinced, but he gladly accepts to shoot again. This time, Hugo stops it and his teammates compliments him. After the training session, we decide it’s time for us to leave, as I work this afternoon – and Louisa has to leave with me, unless a player kindly bring her back to Paris.

“Stay for lunch, Paul proposes as the other players head for the dining room. “It feels good to have new people here.

“Thank you,” I answer, “but I wouldn’t want to take advantage of the system.”

He stares at me and slightly frowns.

“Who tells you the system is not taking advantage of you?”

Antoine gives Paul a cold look, so much so I think for a second that he’s gonna jump on him. I didn’t think that such a nice and warm person could have so much anger in their eyes. Their a confused moment of silence and I have a hard time figuring out what is going on. Olivier coughs, bringing everyone back to reality.

“He meant abusing your charming company,” he reassures with a smoothing smile to me, “right Paul?”

“Of course,” Paul answers with a nonchalant voice.

“Let’s go,” Antoine says coldly.

He grabs my arm and takes me to the dining room, where we others are already sited. Antoine points at a chair to his and I sit between him and Paul. As for Louisa, she is sat between Hugo and Benjamin. The atmosphere is very joyful and way calmer than I expected. Antoine becomes his normal, joyful self and we talk with Paul and Emilien. The food is delicious and I have to say I’m having a real good time – and watching her talk vividly with Benjamin, Louisa seems to feel the same. After dessert, I check the time and see with regret that I have to go if I don’t want to arrive late at work. I let Antoine know and walk to Didier and the other members of the staff, who have already finished eating and get up at the same as I do.

“Thank you for everything, sir.”

“Please call me Didier. Antoine told me you’re coming to the match against the United-States?”

“Absolutely,” I answer. “Thank you for the tickets.”

“Of course. See you soon.”

When I leave the room, Louisa follows me and greet everybody goodbye before smiling at Benjamin. Antoine walks us to the door, and Louisa greets him before leaving us alone.

“Thanks for everything,” I say again. “It did Louisa some good, and it did me some good too.”

“Us too.”

“Are you sure you’re not have a problem with the coach or that your mates aren’t gonna tease you?” I ask.

The first question is an obsession.

“Oh, we tease each other for less that than,” he laughs softly. “Speaking of problems, though…”

Antoine looks at the ground for a second before looking at the window.

“The only problem I have,” he says, “is that the more I see you, the more I hate watching you leave.”

I have to take a second to understand the information.

“I feel the same,” I admit in a low voice, my eyes lowered. “I don’t like saying goodbye to you.”

He takes my hips, makes me come closer and puts his forehead on mine. I put my hands on his warm cheeks and kiss him. He kisses me back tenderly and it’s somehow as enjoyable as the kiss in the woods. We eventually separate, my hand in his.

“See you.”

“Bye.”0

I hear chairs moving and people going up stairs. I smile at him before opening the door, and at the moment when I lave the building, I swear I hear a sigh. I walk to the car, where Louisa is waiting for me, when I feel like somebody is watching me. I turn to the castle and expect Antoine to be staring at me from the window. But at a window on the second floor, for a short second, I perceive blond hair.

*-*

I drop Louisa to our apartment for heaving up to work. I arrive slightly early and greet the welcoming ladies. I take the elevator to my floor and try to continue the organization of the gala, even if my brain just won’t stop thinking about what happened in the woods with Antoine. I think of his lips on my neck, his hands on my skin and a shiver goes down my spine. I shake my head and focuses on my work. Even if my ultimate goal is to be a translator and I’m taking a course to do that, I’ll admit that organizing a gala isn’t that bad. The most difficult part is to call people when you’re very shy and to pick things that my mother will like. When I’m about to take a break, I take the opportunity to learn more about the Bleus in general and their upcoming games – at least those at home. Searching up on the internet, I find an article whose title is very different from the others. If most articles talk about the upcoming World Cup, players that weren’t called by Didier Deschamps, some of the pictures the payers posted of their families, this article talks of a night club where most of the team went and got in a fight with other people. It’s really surprising considering no other website talk about that night. I tell myself that’s it’s probably just click bait when I’m distracted by my phone ringing. I look at it see my grand-mother’s name.

“Hello, darling.”

“Hi grandma, how are you? I’m sorry I didn’t call you earlier.”

“It’s alright, dear, I know you’re very busy.”

If she only knew. She asks about my parents and Noah’s health, talk about her neighbors, her plants, and book club and her volunteering in a charity for people in need. It runs in the family it would seem.

“I’ve read in a newspaper that the mayor is going to increase the library’s budget.”

She’s so adorable, how can I not be happy when she is?

“By the way, darling, was it you I saw in that magazine?”

“Oh, I guess so, it must have been for the gala,” I answer. “I was in charge of the last one.”

“Oh no, dear, I saw articles about the gala weeks ago. That one was talking about you and a boy.”

I almost choke on my water and my colleagues give me a weird look.

“What do you mean me ‘and a boy’?” I ask.

Jesus Christ.

I jump from my chair, my phone on my ear. Ignoring the surprised gazes of my colleagues, I leave the room, take the elevator – for the first time it seems slow – to the first floor and walk quickly to the newsagent nearby, 200 feet from the building. There are not many people at this hour and I walk to the end of the room. I observe all the magazines my eyes can see, and after two minutes I see the magazine my grand-mother wasn’t talking about.

Antoine Griezmann dating : who is his new darling, Gabrielle Darian?

“You’re right,” I say. “It was me.”

I quickly read the magazine before finding the page about Antoine and I. Damn it, I knew it. All around the text are pictures of him and I in front of the restaurant, and there is even one where we are about to kiss. Sighing, I go to pay the magazine and leave. I go back to the building and my floor where I’m alone, as all my coworkers left for a break.

“I didn’t know you had a boyfriend,” my grand-mother tells me.

Neither did I, grandma, neither did I.

“Neither did I,” I sigh. “I didn’t even know we were a couple, it’s…it’s very recent.”

“I see. But who is he? Is he famous?”

“Yes,” I answer. “He’s…His name is Antoine, he’s a football player.”

“Professional?”

“Yes, he plays for Madrid and the National Team.”

“Well, well. How did you guys meet?”

I quickly explain to her that we met at the gala – without telling her about him and my mates inviting themselves. She asks me several other questions but is happy for me.

“Can I you a question, Gabrielle?”

Her voice, despite remaining sweet, became serious.”

“Of course.”

“Do you love this boy?”

*-*

After my day is over, I head for the exit of the building, my conversation with my grand-mother being stuck in my head. Do you love this boy? I thought I was in love with the boy I dated when I finished high school, but I realize that what I feel for Antoine is very different, and way stronger. I can’t stop thinking about him, which keeps me from sleeping – which isn’t that bad, though, as I keep having nightmares lately – and as I told him, when I am with him I want this moment to continue. When my grand-mother asked me that question, I answered her that I didn’t know. But the truth is, seeing hos things are going, it will be the case soon. So the real question is: when will I make the mistake of falling in love with him?

I’m so deep in my thoughts that only a small pain in my shoulder is able to bring me back to reality.

“Oh, sorry.”

“No, that’s on me…Gabrielle?!”

I raise my head and see a young woman with blond hair and large grey eyes. I’m about to ask her if we know one another when a memory strikes me.

“Ornella?”

Ornella, Noah’s one-night girlfriend he brought at one of our galas. When I saw her that night she was wearing a pretty nice dress, high heels and make up, today she is wearing a jean, a washed-out jacket and snickers, and her hair is in a ponytail. I’m surprised but happy to see her.

“How are you? What’s brings you here?”

“Oh, I’m visiting my aunt, she lives in the neighborhood.”

We chat, asking about our respective families’ health, and she tells me she is seeing someone at the moment. I’m relieved to hear it, as it happened before that one of Noah’s “girlfriends” can’t move on after their break-up. We exchange our phone numbers and promise to go have a coffee with Louisa soon. I head for the apartment, and when I hear Louisa on the phone – unless she’s talking to herself – I’m afraid she’s fighting with her mother again but I hear her laugh. She hangs up the moment I enter the living room and smiles at me.

“Was it Tatiana?” I ask.

Her smile doesn’t disappear and her cheeks turn pink.

“It was Benjamin.” she answers shyly, almost embarrassed.

“Pavard?” I say, surprise.

“Obviously,” she says, rolling her eyes. “Which other Benjamin do you want me to call? Benjamin Button?

I pour two glasses of apple juice and sit down next to her.

“You two got along well, then,” I tease her.

“Oh my gosh, Gaby,” Louisa says in an excited tone, turning to me. “He is so nice. And so funny and adorable.”

She starts a monologue of fifteen minutes – I counted – about how nice, funny, adorable, hilarious, respectful Benjamin is and she’s so happy that I don’t stop her. Once she’s done, I ask her what they talked about in the woods.

“Oh, anything and everything,” she answers in a calm tone with the same smile. “Of our families – I just told him I had a sister, as you can guess -, of college, of his club. Like you and Griezmann, I guess. Speak of the devil, what did you two talk about in the woods?

“Nothing special.”

“Did you kiss?” she asks with a teasing smile.

“Yes, we did.”

“And?”

“And nothing, we just talked and kissed, that’s all.”

This isn’t technically a lie. Louisa insists, and it’s hard not to tell her anything else. I always thought that she picked her course well, as she is very good at talking with people and make them admit their secrets or things they wouldn’t tell anybody else. When it’s time, we prepare diner and after eating we decide to go to sleep early, her because she works early tomorrow and me because I need sleep. Before entering her room, Louisa turns to me.

“They are very nice, though, letting us come to their place and stuff.”

I look at the last text Antoine sent me, whishing me a good night and I feel something weird in my stomach.

“Yes. Yes, they are.”

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