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Blooming Love
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pairing: Fanon!Aemond Targaryen x Female OC
summary: Elaena Targaryen, daughter of Daemon Targaryen and Laena Valeryion, she was too much like her father much to the horror of her father.
Word count: 3.7K
Warnings: Fluff? Falling in love? Attempted butt grab, incest
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"Elaena! Come down this instant" Daemon yelled up at the skies, eyes wide with anger that slowly shimmered at the sight of the golden dragon emerging through the clouds.
Elaena huffed angrily as Vēzos landed on the hill. She climbed down with the help of the great beast, yes she was not as big as Caraxes yet but she was big enough to fly with Elaena and one more on her back. Elaena knew the reason for her father's anger, she had scared off yet another suitor in favour of becoming a warrior some day soon.
"What were you thinking?" Daemon hissed at his first born. Elaena rolled her eyes at him. Daemon wrapped a hand around her bicep knowing her tendencies of running away from him when he was angry to avoid a fight. His grip was barely noticeable not wanting to hurt his girl, Daemon was not that kind of parent.
"He was a dick" Elaena justified her actions. Daemon took a deep breath to calm himself. He looked at the castle behind them knowing Rhaenyra was standing somewhere watching them giggling. She had warned him that Elaena was not someone for marriage, long before Elaena bled for the first time.
Elaena did not shy away from the courtyard when Jacaerys and Lucaerys trained and even joined more than once but preferred to train with a soldier since neither one of them was able to keep up with her. She was light on her feet and took advantage of her smaller frame to dodge them before swinger her sword, she one defeated Jace in a matter of thirty seconds, Luce was of course the one keeping an eye on the time.
"Mind your tongue, you forget you are a princess" Daemon scolded. He did not know why Elaena was like this, Baela and Rhaena were nothing like their older sister, always listening to him and never disobeying him.
"He tried grabbing my ass!" Elaena ripped her arm out of his hold not like he fought it. He felt furious at the new information, no father would be calm in a situation like this but he must keep an open mind.
"That is no excuse for Vēzos to burn his horse" Daemon took a deep breath. He was more than relieved to know that Elaena could defend herself but she was a girl, she was of marriageable age yet she still was not betrothed.
"She enjoyed her meal" Elaena turned to look at her golden beauty with a smirk on her lips. Vēzos let out a loud roar when her rider eyed her. She was usually a gentle dragon, have never seen war obviously.
The bond the two shared made Daemon doubt his own bond with Caraxes. Vēzos which meant sun in Valyrian hatched in Elaena's cradle only hours after her birth which led to him and Laena having to keep her on their shoulders whenever they held their daughter until she was able to hold her herself but that was not for long. By the time Elaena was six name days old she had a melt down as they had to move Vēzos out of the palace since she was causing more and more destruction by the hour. For a whole moon Vēzos would spend her night flying by Elaena's window watching her sleep but now the great beast preferred to sleep on the golden sands Dragonstone.
"Elaena" Daemon warned. Elaena turned to look at him with a softer gaze making his heart flutter, he can never be mad for long at his firstborn child, his heir through and through.
"Please stop pushing me father, I am not one for marriage. Leave me to my sword and arrows and marriage for Baela and Rhaena" Elaena begged holding onto his arms. Daemon sighed and pulled Elaena in for a hug rubbing her back affectionately.
"As Issa zaldrīzes wishes" Daemon whispered against her hairline. They both knew that Daemon was merely humouring her and soon enough Rhaenyra and him will send lords her way discreetly before she figures it out and scare the poor boys away. Elaena sighed hearing her nickname 'my dragon' flowing through his lips.
"Avy jorrāelan, kepa" Elaena whispered against the leather of his tunic. Daemon chuckled patting the back of her head. The two pulled away from each other with soft smiled on their faces. Elaena turned to Vēzos giving her a silent command to go back to the beach and rest.
"Avy jorrāelan, tala" Daemon muttered wrapping an arm around Elaena and pulled her towards the castle. Elaena leaned into his side enjoying the rare moment they had together with each other only for company, it was hard with the amount of siblings she had now, her younger twin sister, Baela and Rhaena followed by Jacaerys and Lucaerys other than the children joffery, Aegon and Viserys and the babe Rhaenyra was to birth soon.
"Sometimes it does not feel like it, you and I have not sparred in what feels like years" Elaena admitted. She loved her blood and step-siblings, truly she did, but she was human still and felt jealousy that her father spent time with them more than her sometimes.
"I shall beat you tomorrow" Daemon teased, nudging her shoulder making her giggled. He eyed the darkening sky knowing supper was going to be soon where he and Rhaenyra will announce that the family will be traveling to the Keep for the king's name day.
Elaena grinned widely as she spread her arms ignoring the worried screaming of her father and Rhaenyra. She was chained to Vēzos so she did not see what the fuss was about. Her hips will be sore from the strain of the chains and maybe some bruises but nothing she could not handle. She let out a loud laugh as Vēzos swooped down showing the dragonpit but Elaena was still not ready to dismount her dragon and stirred her to circle around the palace earning the attention of many in the Keep as the golden scales shinned under the sunlight, one of those people was Aemond who was stood alongside his mother and siblings to welcome the family.
Elaena giggled finally letting Vēzos land in the dragonpit. She ignored the looks she was receiving and made her way out of there with a huge smile on her face. She moved to stand behind her father who was smirking seeing his adventure in his daughter however he could only hope she did not have his recklessness.
"Your grace" Elaena curtsied to Alicent who gave the platinum blonde a wearily smile. Aegon barely spared any of them a second glance while his sister/wife had a soft welcoming smile on her face missing her childhood best friend.
"Helaena! How are you? How are the twins?" Elaena was the one to break the awkward silence turning to her best friends. They were closer during their childhood but their letters never ceased for a second.
"They are alright, down for a nap right now" Helaena answered widening her smile. Elaena noticed how tense everyone was and was wondering what she could say or do to end the awkwardness around the family. Her eyes moved over to her other cousins noticing the missing Daeron, she heard that he was sent to Oldtown a while back. Her eyes paused on Aemond's one eye that was watching her curiously. She gave him a small smile knowing to be weary of him and he nodded back with his cold face still present.
The last time she had seen her cousin was when he had lost his eyes to Luce's knife. She felt horrible because he did not deserve such a fate, people said he stole Vaghar but there was no such a thing as stealing a dragon, it is an illusion like king Visery's said, the dragons are not pets to be controlled, they are mighty beasts and they are who choses to ride them not the other way around.
"Was that you earlier cousin? Did not believe that your rogue blood passed down to your daughter, uncle" Aegon smirked at his own words. Helaena elbowed him but he ignored her and resumed looking smugly at his uncle.
"One of his daughters was bound to be as strong as he is, my prince" Elaena snapped at her uncle with a glare on her face. She knew her sisters would not take her words to heart. Usually they are the ones to tell her those exact same words when they would spend their nights together braiding each other's hair and gossip like any group of sisters.
Elaena was blessed with straight her like her father's unlike her sisters who inherited their mother's curls. When Laena passed during from her dragon's fire, Vaghar who Aemond rode now, Elaena could not bare to look at her sisters for at least five moons and whenever they would step into a room she would excuse herself and leave. The twins eventually cornered her and assured her through her melt down when she finally glanced up at the two of them, that brought them even closer to one another much to the delight of their father and Rhaenyra who Elaena grew closer to as the years passed.
Elaena and Rhaenyra's relationship was rocky in the beginning because Elaean refused to accept her marriage to her father. Daemon understood his daughter and worked to regain his daughter's trust. Elaena took to the skies during their wedding and did not return until the moon was high in the sky. Aegon's birth brought the family back together because Elaena was unable to resist loving and adoring him. She usually steals him to play with him and gave him a wooden figure of a dragon that he even at a young age adores and those who touch it be damned, he will scream his lungs out so Rhaenyra now makes the maids take him out when cleaning his nursery so they can clean the figurine.
"The maids shall escort you to your rooms so you can rest before the feast" Alicent spoke tensely eyeing the maids standing to the side. Elaena's eyes moved from the maids noticing that Aemond was still eyeing her with what she could only identify as admiration but that was impossible, he had Vaghar there was no way he admired her small show earlier.
"Thank you, your grace" Rhaenyra nodded at Alicent. Elaena smirked noticing the sarcasm in her step-mother's voice when saying Alicent's title. She curtsied one last time and followed her sisters into the palace.
"What do you think?" Elaena questioned, twirling a little in front of her sisters. She wore a black dress to show off her house colours. The dress off shoulder and had a little plunge showing the top of her breasts. It reached to the floor and when she twirled small golden shimmers showed off the golden threads in the fabric, she had chosen this specific shade of gold since it matched with Vēzos's scales.
"Beautiful as ever, Leana" Rhaena complimented. The sisters gave sad smiles to each other, ever since their mother's death the twins started nicknaming their sister Laena, the only difference between Elaena and her mother's name was one letter that her sisters rended useless when speaking with her.
"Thank you, however I look not even close to your beauty" Elaena touched Baela's curls making the girl giggle. A knock on the door broke their giggles.
"Come in" Rhaena called, it was her room after all. Daemon stepped into the room smiling, his smile widened at the sight of his eldest children being together.
"Guess it is time for us to leave?" Rhaena asked. She stood up from the sofa she was sat on along with Baela. Daemon nodded his and stepped to the side letting the twins pass through before turning to Elaena.
"You look beautiful, Issa zaldrīzes" Daemon complimented. Elaena touched the fabric of her dress with her finger tips with a tiny smile on her face.
"Thank you, kepa" Elaena walked over to her father and leaned up to place a kiss on his cheek. Daemon had to lean down for her to be able to reach even on her tip toes but he had learned to never mention this to her after receiving the silent treatment from her for three days and had to calm a beaten Jace after sparring with Elaena.
"Come, we do not want to be late" Daemon held out his arm for her to take. He enjoyed her soft touch inside his elbow. He worried for her the most because he knew that no mater how strong she was she was living in a man's world but he had promised earlier that week to not mention marriage and he intended to keep his promise this time, at least for a while before his dark thoughts took over again.
The pair walked into the hall after being announced. Elaena was surprised when the music stopped and everyone turned their attention to them, she knew she was royalty but sometimes it was hard to believe. She noticed the presence of the entire family, even Rhaenyra, Aegon and Viserys and the only one missing was the king. Daemon led his daughter to her sit directly beside his displaying her as his heir instead of Aegon his firstborn son. Rhaenyra of course felt no hurt or displeasure being her father's heir.
Elaena did not have time to sit before the king was announced. Her heart hurt seeing her uncle walk in with the help of a cane and his guard. Alicent scrambled to help him sit down on his seat in the middle of the table before the music picked up again and everyone got distracted by something else.
Elaena eyed her father who gave her a nod of encouragement, Rhaenyra who was occupying Daemon's other side between him and the king, eyed the two confused. Elaena pushed her chair back slowly and moved in front of the table stopping when she was directly in front of her uncle. This earned the attention of Viserys and Alicent along with their children, Helaena and Aemond while Aegon was already drunk somewhere probably flirting with some poor lady.
"Your majesty" Elaena curtsied to her king uncle. She felt her heart clench when she saw the confusion on his face when he did not recognise her and leaned over to Alicent so she can whisper in his ear "This is Elaena, my love"
"Ah Elaena, you have become more beautiful with time my dear niece" Viserys' voice was weak as he spoke. Elaena pushed back the tears that wet her eyes and plastered a smile trying to act and treat him normally as if he was not sick and dying, she knew it must be exhausting for him being treating like that by everyone around him.
"if you would allow me your grace, I have prepared a gift I wish to give you on this glorious day" Elaena steadied her voice not forgetting that she was a princess now after the reminder earlier when she stepped into the room. She ignored the feeling of someone's gaze burning through her body and fought the shiver when she realised the violet eyed belonged to her cousin.
"Of course my dear girl" Viseryes gave a weak nod. Elaena turned to her hand maiden who stepped over holding a box in her hands. She opened the box herself to show the king a wooden figurine of the iron throne with a man sitting on it, it was he when he was still healthy and handsome. What do you give a man who had everything? Was what Elaena wondered before the idea struck her, she was talented in crafting wood so she decided this was the best gift she can come up with.
"You made this?" Viserys questioned rising up from his chair. Alicent too stood up holding his arm and helping walk around the table and over to Elaena.
"With my own hands" Elaena answered, smiling at her uncle who stopped in front of her. Viserys reached over and touched his own face on the figurine probably remembering the days he looked thins handsome.
"Thank you, niece, you have given me a gift I will cherish until my last breath" Viserys whispered. Elaena grinned satisfied with herself. She was shocked when Viseryes wrapped his free around her and pulled her closer placing a kiss on her forehead. He gave her a sad smile before returning to his seat. Elaena's handmaid handed the box with the figurine to a guard who was instructed to take it to the King's own bedchamber.
Elaena sat back down in her seat with a genuine smile on her face. Daemon reached over and grasped her hand in his over the table giving it a squeeze. She squeezed it back knowing her father cared a lot for his brother like she cared for all of her siblings. Elaena smiled as her sisters left her side to dance with Jace and Luce each with her betrothed. She enjoyed the sound of the music and laughter of the people, she imagined sword fighting as a dance and that is how she ended up being better than her sisters at it with the right motivation.
"May I have this dance, princess?" Elaena snapped out of her train of thought and looked up at the person who spoke. It was Aemond with a hand extended for her take. Elaena did not want to embarrass him or herself so she placed her hand into his noticing the size difference immediately which sparked a new feeling inside of her or maybe it was just his touch.
"You may" She gave him a small smile. Daemon watched with a raised eyebrow as his eldest daughter pushed back her chair and allowed her cousin to lead her to the dance floor. Rhaenyra noticed Daemon tense and held his hand under the table to calm him down, they both knew that Elaena was able to defend herself if Aemond tried anything but like any parent Daemon worried and so did Rhaenyra who viewed the girl as her own.
"It has been a long time, cousin" Aemond was the one to break the silence between the pair as they glided skilfully on the dance floor.
"It has, I wondered how you and your siblings have been fairing as of lately" Elaena kept her voice soft and words polite. Aemond twirled her before bringing her back close to his body. They were chest to chest but they were yet to touch anywhere other than her hand in his and the on his shoulder while his was around her waist.
"I am sure Helaena has kept you up to date" Aemond smirked. His gaze moved to his sisters sitting in between two empty seats one for her elder brother and husband while the other was his own. She was too busy to notice as she played with her daughter in her lap.
"She has, she mentioned your liking of sparring" Elaena pulled back from him and held both of his hands as they twirled in a circle before coming close to one another again however this time Aemond's grip was stronger around her waist.
"Not for tourney like many speak" He smirked down at her. She chuckled shaking her head remembering Helaena mentioning how he insisted he was on that piece of information.
"I know, I was going to suggest a match" It was Elaena's turn to smirk when she saw the shocked look on his face.
"You and I?" He questioned unsure. Elaena did not answer as she twirled letting her dress flare around her before stepping closer to him again. Aemond's eye focused on her dress for a second as the gold showed under the candle light while she sauntered her figure in front of him.
"Who else?" She teased. Aemond and her dancing ceased with the music. They were in the middle of the room with the other couples around them.
"Another dance?" Aemond offered his hand again. Elaena smiled and took his hand again. She curtsied and he bowed before the next song began and the other couples began moving.
"They seem fond of each other?" Alicent whispered to Viserys who was also watching his second son and his niece. They both had smile on their faces as they danced in the middle. Daemon slammed his hand down on the table and stood up when Aemond picked up Elaena and twirled her, it was part of the dance but he hated it, usually only married couples did that while unmarried couple opted to do a twirl together with minimum touching.
"Lykirī" Rhaenyra was fast with her movements pulling him back down to his seat. He was breathing heavily with anger, he wanted to jump over the table and killing his nephew for even looking in his daughter's way.
"You are acting as if you did not want to marry her off only a week ago" Rhaenyra joked trying to lighten the mood and make him take his mind off his anger before he does something that will end with him without a head.
"Not to the likes of him" Daemon hissed glaring at Aemond. Aemond of course did not notice being too enamoured by Elaena. She giggled as he twirled her one more time. Aemond felt lighter on his feet as he reconnected with one of his childhood friends, he could not remember the reason behind him refusing to contact her. During that awful night she was silent siding with no one being torn but he still remembered the feel of her hand on his when she passed by trying to comfort him before her father pulled her out of the room.
"Will I see you tomorrow on the training grounds?" Aemond questioned, when the night have ended and he offered to walk her to her room. Elaena paused by the door of her room and turned to look at him with her back to the door.
"Of course, I will not pass a chance to beat you" Elaena teased. Her teeth were showing through her smile. She felt happy and giddy and for once she could not blame the wine since she had none, not even a sip.
"I will leave you to dream of that victory but let me tell you it will never become a reality" Aemond humoured back. Elaena rolled her eyes playfully at him.
"We will see, Kēpus" Was the last thing she said before slipping into her room and closing the door separating them. She had the biggest smile on her face as she slept that night and excitement in her body unable to wait for the next day.
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artemiszy · 2 years
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Hello! I don’t know if you are okay with writing for this character but can I request Kagaya Ubuyashiki x Wife Reader? Where it describes times she stay by his side and when they set the trap for Muzan, she refused to leave his side. No matter what, she refused to leave his side. Thank you!
TO THE LAST MOMENT | Kagaya Ubuyashiki x Wife!Reader
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Kagaya Ubuyashiki x Wife!Reader
"Kagaya and his wife made a promise, and she was willing to go through with it."
WARNING. manga spoilers, Amane Ubuyashiki not exist here. FEMALE READER
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Being a leader was a difficult mission. Kagaya knew this from his first thought.
And being born into the Ubuyashiki family was an even harder burden to bear. Bearing in mind that you would never make it past the age of thirty while living a mediocre life thanks to a curse, could be difficult to deal with.
It was at the age of four when Kagaya became leader of the demon slayer corps after the death of his father, at that time he was already able to understand that his destiny was already set.
At thirteen he met (Name), a shy girl whose voice was extremely rare to hear. Kagaya found out that she had lost her family to demons when she was seven years old, and has since been cared for by priests.
And despite being a shy and kind girl, deep down (Name) she strongly hated demons.
— "Won't you marry me?" — (Name) approached.
— "Hmm?" — Kagaya turned his face towards her, though confused, he kept his gentle smile.
She looked a little embarrassed and quickly looked down. — "I... I asked why you didn't want to marry me..." — Her voice sounded upset as her fingers fiddled with the hem of her own kimono.
Kagaya realized that this was a misunderstanding and tried to clarify things, not wanting the girl to be sad. — "What? No no…" — he continued. — "I just made it clear that I only wanted you to marry me of your own volition, and not because it was your obligation." — He smiled.
(Name)'s face lifted, still with a slightly uncertain expression, but that was soon softened when she noticed the gentle smile she received from the boy in front of her.
— "So... if I said I wanted to marry you willingly, would you?"
— "It is clear." — He nodded.
— "So…" — She flashed a small, shy smile. — "I would love to marry you."
For a short period of seconds after hearing those words, Kagaya felt a little surprised, bearing in mind that she knew about his family's condition and still wanted to marry him willingly.
It made his chest heat up.
— "So let's get married." — Kagaya felt happy.
(...)
Almost six months after they first met was when the marriage ceremony took place, despite the fact that Kagaya was still thirteen years old and (Name) was only a very few months older than him.
During the night after the ceremony they were alone again, with (Name) and Kagaya in the same room with her husband watching the starry sky with the huge full moon high above.
— "What are you doing?" — (Name) murmured carefully as he approached the mat.
Kagaya's face slowly turned around before responding with a peaceful expression and kind smile. — "I'm just looking at beautiful things that I know I'll miss the moment I completely lose my sight."
Now he was looking at her...
(Name) sighed, lowering his head. — "Right... the curse..." — She looked a little depressed, Kagaya realized that, and felt a little hesitant to ask.
— "You… don't really regret it?"
She lifted her face, looking straight into the lavender eyes of the boy in front of her. — "No... I don't regret it."
Kagaya felt relieved, and held her hand in silence, gazing at her face with full awareness that soon she would only see it in his own imagination as his body weakened.
— "I will never regret it, I will stay by your side until the last moment." — She smiled.
It was a pure smile. Then the couple shared a soft kiss.
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In recent years (Name) has been surprised by everything that is now happening. A slayer with hanafuda earrings appeared with a sister he swore was a good demon.
A demon that didn't eat humans...? Was that possible?
After the meeting where the boy came face to face with the Hashiras, Kagaya came to the conclusion that the demon girl could live. All putting their faith in those brothers and that could mean a good change for the slayers.
After all, Tanjiro Kamado has already come face to face with the Demon King as well.
(Name) decided to trust her husband's decision, believing that it was the best option to follow.
And he was right, fate seemed to work in the slayer' favor, with a price of course, the loss of many.
Until the final moment had arrived. The upper moons were being defeated and Kagaya knew the Demon King was approaching.
— "What did you say...?" — (Name) looked in disbelief, watching her husband in deplorable condition on the futon.
The curse was eating away at his body more and more.
— "Go away…" — Kagaya coughed. — "Take Hinaki and Nichika with you…" — she coughed again.
(Name) came over and put a cloth over her husband's mouth so he could cough, blood staining the white cloth on the woman's hands, but she didn't care.
— "I... I won't leave you alone here." — She replied firmly.
— "You don't understand..." — With difficulty and with support from (Name), Kagaya sat down on the futon. — "That man will be here soon..."
— "And I know what you plan. I won't leave you here alone."
Kagaya felt surprised and was speechless for a moment. — "...(Name)... please... I don't want you to participate in this..."
— "I'm not going away." — (Name) took her husband's hands. — "I promised you, I'll never leave. I won't leave you here alone."
Until the last moment, after all.
The demon king has arrived.
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istumpysk · 7 months
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OPERATION ICEBERG: THE TIER LIST
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THEORY:
Asha's pregnant
TIER:
Possible: These theories could be true, but additional evidence is needed, as different interpretations or errors are possible.
[Tier list overview.]
EVIDENCE:
The first time we meet Asha (Esgred), she makes an unusual remark.
"Poor lordling." She released him and stepped back. "As it happens, I'm a woman wed, and new with child." - Theon II, ACOK
Asha shows off her axe and dagger.
Theon had time for a choked gasp before Asha snatched the axe from the air and slammed it down into the table, splitting his trencher in two and splattering his mantle with drippings. "There's my lord husband." His sister reached down inside her gown and drew a dirk from between her breasts. "And here's my sweet suckling babe." - Theon II, ACOK
Later in the story, Asha (symbolically?) loses her axe and dagger during a moment of passion.
"I'd sooner fuck you." One quick slash unlaced her jerkin. Asha reached for her axe, but Qarl dropped his knife and caught her wrist, twisting back her arm until the weapon fell from her fingers. - The Wayward Bride, ADWD
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When she slipped back beneath the furs, Qarl was asleep. "Now your life is mine. Where did I put my dagger?" Asha pressed herself against his back and slid her arms about him. - The Wayward Bride, ADWD
Asha is quickly captured by Stannis, leaving her no opportunity to brew the moon tea.
Her breasts were sore, and Qarl's seed was trickling down her thigh. She would need to brew some moon tea or risk bringing another kraken into the world. What does it matter? My father's dead, my mother's dying, my brother's being flayed, and there's naught that I can do about any of it. And I'm married. Wedded and bedded … though not by the same man. - The Wayward Bride, ADWD
At a minimum, Asha has been with Stannis for 32 days (it's much longer than that), and there has been no mention of her menstrual cycle.
On the twenty-sixth day of the fifteen-day march, the last of the vegetables was consumed. On the thirty-second day, the last of the grain and fodder. Asha wondered how long a man could live on raw, half-frozen horse meat. - The King's Prize, ADWD
Out of the blue, the formidable fighter and mother, Alysane Mormont, cautions Asha about waiting too long to start a family.
"Aye." Alysane stared at Asha for a moment. "I have a son. He's only two. My daughter's nine." "You started young." "Too young. But better that than wait too late." A stab at me, Asha thought, but let it be. "You are wed." "No. My children were fathered by a bear." Alysane smiled. Her teeth were crooked, but there was something ingratiating about that smile. "Mormont women are skinchangers. We turn into bears and find mates in the woods. Everyone knows." Asha smiled back. "Mormont women are all fighters too." - The King's Prize, ADWD
The author prevents Asha from having more than a sip.
Ser Justin found them places on the bench and fetched supper for the both of them—ale and chunks of horsemeat, charred black outside and red within. Asha took a sip of ale and fell upon the horse flesh. […] Broken quick as that, thought Asha. My champion is made of suet. Even so, Ser Justin was one of the few who might object should the queen's men try to burn her. So she rose to her feet, donned her own cloak, and followed him out into the blizzard. - The Sacrifice, ADWD
[If there's any evidence I've overlooked, please bring it to my attention.]
STUMPY'S THOUGHTS:
This is like knowing someone is guilty, but having only circumstantial evidence.
VOTE:
I welcome discussions. Feel free to reblog, respond, or challenge my perspective — I won't be offended by any of it.
Please note, if "no" is the eventual winner (or it's close), there will be a second poll to determine the proper location.
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Daario Naharis = Euron Greyjoy
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wisdomssdaughterr · 5 days
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PROJECT SUNSHINE CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE → ON THE BENCH
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summary: steve harrington x oc
when another product of Hawkins National Laboratory escaped a long-survived nightmare alongside her sister, she crashed into one unsuspecting teenage boy and dragged him deeper into the dark mysteries that made up their hometown.
word count. 3.5k || masterlist
warnings: cannon typical violence, child abuse, horror, gore, and depictions of mental illness. parts of this story were written pre-season 4 release. cannon divergence.
previous chapter ← → next chapter
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Outside the Byers home, in the light of the moon that peaked out from behind the broken cloud cover, Steve and Nancy dug through a pile of junk tossed out from the shed and looked for anything that could be used to burn the monster virus out of Will. A tightness pulled at Steve’s chest the longer they stood in uncomfortable silence. He couldn’t handle it and decided to break it. 
“You should go with him. 
Nancy’s head snapped upward. “What?” Her curls fell from her pulled-back hair and makeup was smeared lightly under her bright eyes, looking more undone than she usually did. They all looked frazzled after their night which still felt far from over, but she still looked beautiful. And that thought made his chest hurt even more.
“You should go with Jonathan.” The words were bitter in his mouth, but he knew they needed to come out. Ever since their fight on Halloween, Steve knew their already rocky relationship was too far gone to be sewn back together. It had been splintered since Barb’s death, but for a while, Steve thought if they pretended they were okay, everything would fix itself. But it had become increasingly clear to Steve that nothing in their lives would be normal again, and because of that he and Nancy couldn’t pretend they were the same people they had been last year when they were stealing kisses in the bathroom during the passing period. Their lives had split in two, the before and after. His and Nancy’s relationship was stuck in the before, before monstered turned out to be real and people returned from the dead. 
He still loved Nancy, and maybe a piece of him always would, but Nancy didn’t hold the same feelings toward him. Steve knew that much. They were over, and maybe that had been since before Halloween but neither one of them wanted to admit it. Something was going on between her and Jonathan, and it stung more than he cared to admit.
“No,” Nancy said. “I’m not just going to leave Mike.” 
Steve turned his attention to a small space heater he found in the pile. He toyed with it in his hands, so he didn’t have to look in her eyes as he spoke. “No one’s leaving anyone. I may be a shitty boyfriend, but it turns out I’m a pretty damn good babysitter.”
“Steve…” she muttered as Steve met her gaze and handed her the space heater. A small, sad smile graced his lips. There was an apology written on her face, but he knew her well enough to know she wouldn’t say it aloud, not yet at least. For the longest time, he believed every part of Nancy Wheeler was perfect, but she wasn’t. 
“It’s okay, Nancy,” Steve said. “It’s okay.” And it would be, eventually. 
There were more important things happening in the world than his love life. Steve wasn’t going to sit there and beg Nancy to take him back and fix something that was a little broken from the start. That wasn’t fair to either one of them. So, he let her go, no matter how much it really fucking sucked. He handed her the heater and watched as she went back inside, leaving him alone to mull over his thoughts. 
Running a hand through his hair, Steve sighed and slummed his shoulders as the door shut behind Nancy. If it weren’t for the impending doom that hung in the air, Steve would have gone home and drunk the rest of the beer in his fridge while he felt sorry for himself. But there was no time for that. There was too much on the line and his heartbreak would have to wait until the world wasn’t teetering on the verge of ending. 
There was something else too that stirred in his chest, something that left him feeling odd. He didn’t feel as awful as he had on Halloween, and maybe it was because that night already felt like the end of them. The blow of actually losing Nancy didn’t make him feel as utterly miserable as he thought it should have. It hurt. Of course it hurt. Some of him did want to crawl into bed and mull about, but not all of him felt that way. His heartache was mixed with something else, something confusing and conflicting. He didn’t want to dwell on it, not when everyone was preparing to save Will and stop the monsters from eating the residence of Hawkins.
Steve wiped his hands off on his jeans and caught sight of a figure that passed the illuminated window of the kitchen. Sunshine stood with just the side of her face showing, but he could tell she spoke with animation. He assumed she was talking to one of her estranged, superpowered siblings. She looked different than she had the entire time she’d been back home; she wore a kind of smile that Steve only vaguely remembered from their brief childhood together. 
Hawkins had a thing for kids coming back from the dead flipping their world on its head. 
After all of the supplies were gathered, Nancy piled into Joyce’s car, and they took off to some cabin Hopper had in the woods. Everyone else crowded on the front porch.
Steve lingered back by the front door with Max as they were the two odd men out, and watched the group of Hawkins's very own smartasses and superheroes engulf each other in hugs and bid their goodbyes. 
Mike and El, who Steve had gathered had a thing for each other, shared hushed and teary-eyed goodbyes. Sunshine and Luke did the same with Leia, only they spoke loud enough that Steve could hear. 
“Be safe, okay?” Sunshine said as she cupped Leia’s cheeks. 
“I will be.” 
Her brother’s face was serious, and full of worry lines that Steve didn’t think any kid should have. “We’re serious. And if anything goes wrong-” 
Leia brushed off his concern. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell you.” She tapped the middle of her forehead with her index finger and said, “Just keep an open mind or else I may not be able to reach you.” Her words went a wave of confusion through the group. Steve wasn’t sure he had any more confusion left in him for one night, but he listened anyway and tried to ignore the headache that drummed in his temples. 
“What?” Dustin asked, saying what all of them were thinking. 
Luke’s icy blue gaze bounced between the group as he spoke. “We can talk to each other inside our heads.” He said it like that was totally normal; Steve felt like he was dreaming. 
“But we only use it for emergencies because it’s…” Leia paused, her brows furrowing as she seemed to search for the right words. “You really have to focus and it’s a little, um, complicated, I guess.” 
Lucas’s mouth was agape, but he snapped it shut when Max stepped beside him and nudged his shoulder with her own. He shook his head in disbelief as he muttered, “Twin telepathy. You guys have twin telepathy.” 
“Cool,” said Max. Her eyes were wide with wonder as she took in everything, despite how terrifying it all was. Steve had to give her credit, she handled everything with much more grace than he had.
“El?” Sunshine called out to the girl, who broke away from Mike and joined her brother and sisters. 
Steve hadn’t met El the year prior, but from the little that Sunshine had spoken of her, she wasn’t what he expected. He knew she and Sunshine weren’t actually related, but he pictured El to look somewhat like Sunshine. But El had dark makeup on her eyes and gelled back, short hair that curled at the nape of her neck. She was paler than Sunshine, had wider eyes, and a rounder face. The only thing she and Sunshine shared was the stain of blood on their noses and the little black number on their wrists that peaked out from their long sleeve. Still, they acted like sisters, and Steve supposed they had been through enough together that it didn’t matter if they shared blood or not, they were family.
“You stay safe too, okay?” Sunshine said, hugging El tightly. 
El’s voice was muffled in the fabric of Sunshine’s coat, but Steve could make out a quiet, “I will. Promise.”
“Come on, let’s go,” Hopper’s booming voice called out from where he leaned against the front of his truck. “It’s time.” El and Leia joined hands and started toward the truck, leaving the rest of the group to their own devices at the Byers’ home. 
The air was thick with emotion, but Steve had faith that everything would work out, mostly because he didn’t know what’d they do if it didn’t. 
Once the truck had disappeared down the road, everyone shuffled back inside and started cleaning up the disaster they caused inside the home. The living room was a mess of shattered glass and monster slime, the kitchen was strewn with first aid equipment and stuff from their morse code deciphering, and everywhere else was strewn with weapons and moved furniture. 
The kids started to sweep up the glass and pick up the floor while Sunshine and Steve found themselves back in the kitchen. 
“Hey.” Steve felt like he hadn’t talked to her in hours. “Are you okay?” He couldn’t imagine what was going through her head after everything that had just happened. It was like they crammed a year's worth of events into one night. It was overwhelming for him, and he was a mere bystander in most of it. 
Sunshine nodded slowly, unsurely. “I think so. It just a lot, all of…this.” She vaguely gestured around, but Steve understood. A lot seemed like a massive understatement. 
“No kidding,” he chuckled lightly but stopped himself as his eyes trailed down Sunshine’s face and onto the slow drip of blood that continued to fall from Sunshine’s nose, which she tried to hide with a wipe of her coat sleeve. “Your nose is still bleeding?” 
Sunshine sighed and twisted her wrist to expose the series of dark red stains on her coat. “I couldn’t get them to work earlier.” Steve assumed she was talking about her powers. He had watched her try to light her hands when the monsters found them, but nothing had happened. 
He tried to ease her worry. “You’re probably just tired, right? I mean, you took out a lot of those dogs at the junkyard. They’ll come back.” Steve didn’t even know how she was still standing upright. The fight at the junkyard alone left him achy and tired.
“Yeah, I hope so,” she sighed and glanced over her shoulder at where the kids were working quietly in the living room. “But what if something else happens tonight?” 
He hoped to God they didn’t have to do anything else that night or ever again. It seemed like the worst of it was over for their group. “I think we’re just on babysitting duty for the rest of the night. We’ll be fine, Sunshine.” 
Her lips parted, ready to say something, but she was stopped by the shrill voice of Dustin shouting across the house. “Steve! I need your help!” 
Steve sighed and Sunshine retreated to the living room. The curly-haired kid rushed into the kitchen and began tossing things out of the freezer. 
“What are you doing?” Steve asked. 
“We need to get the dead Demo-dog into the freezer,” Dustin replied, pointing his finger at the dead monster that had been dragged into the kitchen, coated in a layer of slime and horrifying looking. 
He didn’t understand the kid’s fascination with the otherworldly creature. “Why?” 
Dustin looked at him strangely. “Because we need to preserve it for the sake of science.” 
Steve thought that was absurd, but he supposed he couldn’t argue with that logic. He helped Dustin empty the freezer with a feeling that Ms. Byers was not going to appreciate having the monster stored in her home. 
“I can’t believe El’s back,” Dustin said, striking up a conversation. “And that she brought back her and Sunshine’s siblings from the Lab. I mean, it’s just like I said, we have our own team of X-Men now! It’s so cool. Did you see what Leia did to the lights?” Dustin spoke with his voice laced with awe. He was right, it was insane. Steve felt like he was tossed into a comic book. 
“And Luke. He’s the one who can see the future,” Dustin continued. “That’s so crazy. Do you think he’s really seen the end of the world?” 
Steve’s gaze drifted into the living room, where Sunshine sat on the couch with Luke and listened intently to whatever the younger kid telling her. That was an awful big thing for one child to carry with him. Steve didn’t really even know what that meant for Luke or any of them, and the more he thought about it, the more his head hurt. 
Dustin seemed rather unphased, though. “Okay. Grab the Demo-dog.” Steve’s face scrunched up at the instruction and crossed his arms over his chest in protest, earning an eye roll from Dustin. “Dude, just wrap it in a blanket and shove it in the freezer. It’s not rocket science.” 
“Fine,” Steve sighed, knowing arguing would get him nowhere. “I just don’t think this is necessary.” He wanted to forget those slimy, sharp-toothed monsters ever existed. 
“It just is, okay? This is a ground-breaking scientific discovery. We can’t just bury it like some common mammal. It’s not a dog, Steve. And what if someone dug it up? I’m doing us and science a favor.” 
Steve grabbed a blanket that Dustin had stolen from Ms. Byers and threw it over the monster with his face pinched in disgust the entire time. “Alright, alright. But you’re explaining this to Ms. Byers.” He picked it up and cringed at the awful squelching noises the dead monster made when Steve touched it. “Can you help me out here?” 
Dustin reopened the empty freezer and held the door while Steve shoved the Demo-dog inside. It barely fit, but after a couple of shoves and the re-adjusting of limbs they slammed the door shut and it stayed. With a breath of relief that at least the thing was out of sight, Steve somewhat affectionately ruffled Dustin’s hair. 
As weird as their night had been, Steve would’ve been lying if he said he didn’t take a liking to the smart-ass group of kids he had accidentally been put in charge of. They were brave kids, annoying but in a way that was kind of endearing. 
Once they finished cleaning up the kitchen of the monster gunk, the two of them wandered back into the living room and rejoined the rest of the group. Max and Lucas carefully swept up the glass on the floor. Luke and Sunshine spoke quietly on the couch. And Mike paced back and forth across the room. 
Lucas glanced up from his position on the floor where he held the dustpan in place for Max. “Mike, would you stop it already?” 
He shook his head. “You weren’t in there, okay? The Lab is swarmed with hundreds of those dogs-” 
“Demo-dogs,” Dustin corrected. 
His friends ignored him. “The chief will take care of her, and so will her sister,” said Lucas. 
Max let out a small scoff and muttered, “Yeah, like they need protection.” 
“Listen, kid,” Steve started, tossing the dishrag he used to wipe down the kitchen table over his shoulder. “A coach calls a play in the game, bottom line, you execute it, right?” Everyone in the room looked at him with blank stares, like not a single one of them understood what he said. 
Mike scowled. “First of all, this isn’t some stupid sports game. Secondly, we’re not even in the game, we’re on the bench.” 
“Right. So, my point is…” Steve trailed off, unsure of where he was going. He shrugged and settled on, “Yeah, we’re on the bench. So, uh, there is nothing we can do.” He thought they’d leave it at that; he was very wrong. 
“That’s not entirely true,” Dustin said.
“What’d you mean?” Sunshine asked, holding a bloodied tissue to her nose. Steve still didn’t understand a whole lot about her powers, but the fact that her nose was still bleeding worried him. 
“These Demo-dogs have a hive mind. When they ran away from the bus, they were called away.” 
Steve also didn’t understand much about kids, but he was pretty sure most of them didn’t have some weird supernatural magnet that found them in the strangest of situations. And he was pretty sure most groups of kids didn’t seem to be on the same wavelength every time they spoke to one another. Even Max and Luke seemed to understand exactly what the three boys were getting at, despite them hardly knowing each other.
“Right, so if we can get their attention-” Max started her thought, and it was finished by Mike whose eyes widened with an idea that Steve was sure he was going to hate. 
“Then maybe we can draw them away from the Lab and clear a path to the gate.” 
“Yeah, and then we all die!” Steve said. He felt like he was stating the obvious, but of course, the kids didn’t see it that way. 
“That’s one point of view,” Dustin said. 
“No, that’s not a point of view, man, that’s a fact.”
Mike snapped his fingers and said, “I got it!” He rushed out of the room and into the hall, where he crouched down beside a part of Will’s elaborate map that was taped to nearly every surface of the home. “This is where the chief dug his hole. This is our way into the tunnel. So,” he trailed his finger along the map until he landed on a mess of papers taped to the floor in a pile of sorts, scribbled with dark blue and black. “Here, right here. This is like a hub where all of the tunnels feed into. Maybe if we set this on fire-” 
Standing beside Steve, Sunshine rushed out, “Whoa! No. No way.” 
Steve seemed to be the only one that heard her.
“The Mind Flayer would call away his arm,” Lucas said. 
“They’d all come to stop us,” Max added. 
Beside Mike, Luke kneeled on the ground and touched the paper with the palm of his hand, studying it. “Yeah. And then we could circle back to the exit and by the time they realize we’re gone-” 
“Guys!” Steve raised his voice slightly, trying to shut down the conversation before the kids got the grand idea of actually trying to set a tunnel on fire to draw the monsters to them. There was not a chance in hell that they were going anywhere. 
Mike ignored Steve and continued fleshing out a plan. “They’d be at the Gate, and we’d be gone.” 
“Hey! This is not happening!” Steve yelled. 
“But-” Mike tried to argue back, but Steve wasn’t having it.
“No! No buts! Sunshine and I promised that we’d keep you shitheads safe and that is exactly what we’re gonna do. We’re all staying here, on the bench, and we’re waiting for the starting team to do their job. Does everyone understand?” 
Instead of responding to him, all of their eyes turned to Sunshine. 
“Please, Sunshine,” Dustin pleaded. 
Much to Steve’s relief, she shook her head. “I know you guys want to help, and I do too, but Steve’s right. It’s too dangerous and we promised we’d keep you guys safe. There’s nothing we can do right now.” 
The kids all sighed and deflated as their plan was shut down. Steve was about to suggest they do something to get their minds off of everything that had happened and that was happening, but he didn’t get a chance to as a pair of headlights pulled into the driveway.
Max and Lucas were the first to run to the broken window to see who it was. It was too soon for anyone to be back yet, which meant it was someone uninvolved in the night’s events.
“It’s my brother,” Max said, ducking down to hide herself from being spotted out the window. “He can’t know I’m here. He’ll kill me. He’ll kill us.” 
All night, the only time Max looked scared was when there was a monster hanging down from the bus roof, inches away from her head. Besides that, she had taken to the insanity a lot better than Steve had last year. Yet, when she talked about her brother, there was a different kind of fear and panic written all over her face. 
Steve shot a quick glance at Sunshine as he said, “Stay here with them. I’ll get him to leave.” He rolled his shoulders and stepped outside into the cold November air that nipped at nose. The headlights of the car shut off and Steve recognized the who it belonged to immediately. Billy Hargrove.
Tag list. @sattlersquarry , @leptitlu , @echoing-oursong
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team-phantasm · 3 months
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[Deep beneath the waves, somewhere off the coast of Unova, we see a young boy standing in a dimly lit bathroom, gazing into his reflection. He takes in his current ragged and worn state. The shadows cast by the flickering bulb above the mirror seem only to deepen the dark spots beneath his eyes, and strands of black and dark purple hair haphazardly fall out of a messy bun, partially obscuring the right side of his face. His uniform's jacket hanging from his shoulders is pristine and new. (His old one had to be thrown out after he was unable to scrub out the bloodstains no matter how hard he tried.) The gash on his left cheek from where a stray attack grazed him has begun to scar, serving as a reminder of Area Zero and the danger he put himself and the others in. If she hadn't been there...
At the thought of her, his eyes flicker down to the heart-shaped ruby stone that now hangs around his neck. A bright scarlet that seems to almost glow with a light of it's own. Much like her eyes, or a harvest moon.
More than anything else though, it reminds him of blood in snow, red like you've never seen red before.
He grips the edges of the small bathroom counter tightly, breaths coming out in short gasps, a feeling of panic squeezing his throat in its grasps as his mind flashes back to the being connected to that gem. The girl who lied to him, stole all he ever dreamed of from him, and then took his title as Champion as well. The creature that saved him, shielded him from Terapagos's attack with its own body. His greatest friend, his most hated rival. The hero of this story, the monster in another. Something that is both human and pokémon, but also neither. Dead, but alive.
He's not scared of her, he tells himself. He can't be. He was never scared of the ogre, and, really, how is she any different? A being cast out by a village that feared and hated it through no fault of its own? It's no wonder why the ogre chose her, it must have seen something of itself in her. And she has been so kind, so understanding, so forgiving despite how cruel he had been to her and everyone around him. She saved his life and gave him a chance to start over. How could anybody ever be scared of someone so sweet? She's his best friend, and he loves her.
Try as he might, however, he is unable to deny the terror that clings to his heart when he thinks back to what he saw that night those four weeks ago, as the power of that pokémon he foolishly thought he could command warped reality around them. He cannot shake the feeling that the creature he witnessed before him was never meant to be seen by the living. Perhaps it is similar to a Mimikyu in that way? When it sheds its disguise, even the people who know it would never harm them feel an instinctual and overwhelming terror? He swears he can remember her telling him that those who see under a Mimikyu's disguise may suffer from strange illness and nightmares while he was accompanying her on one of her "Ghost Misadventures." If her situation is similar, that would explain why his rest has been so uneasy lately, plagued by visions of blood on snow and a purple flame burning bright and a red moon and gods of time and space and glowing red eyes staring at him in the dark beneath a mask of a pokémon he didn't recognize—
His sister's voice on the other side of the door slices through his thoughts. Hurry up already, it's time to go, she shouts. They have a long flight to Kitakami and they don't want to miss their plane. He blinks in surprise as a glance at his watch tells him he's been standing here just staring at his reflection for a startling thirty minutes. He shakily tells her he'll be out in a second, before quickly splashing cold water from the faucet in his face to clear his mind. As he turns to leave, though, his eyes flicker back to the scarlet gem hanging around his neck.
He tucks the necklace under his shirt, out of sight, before joining his sister in the other room to help move their luggage. They're going back home, to where it all began. Some time away from school, from the League Club, from everything, will be good for him, he thinks. Maybe he'll even invite her and her other friends, and they can just... hang out, and talk, like people, without any threat of danger from more ghosts or legendary beings lingering over their heads... That would be nice...]
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[male, he/him] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [BRENDEN WAITHE]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [DARREN BARNET]. You must be the [THIRTY] year old [MECHANIC AT PIT STOP GARAGE]. Word is you’re [CONSISTENT] but can also be a bit [CYNICAL] and your favorite song is [STRANGE HEAT BY ALLAH-LAS]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [CRYSTAL COVE CONDOMINIUMS]. I’m sure you’ll love it! [kim, 28, MST, she/her triggers (NA)]
tw: cancer
BASICS
Name: Brenden Waithe
Nicknames: B, Bdog, Bren, BW
Age: 30
Birthdate: February 17
Zodiac: Aquarius sun, Capricorn moon, Aries rising
Birthplace: Aurora Bay, California
How long they’ve lived in Aurora Bay: 16 years
Current Residence: Crystal Cove Condominiums / @aurorabayaesthetic
Gender: Cis man (he/him)
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Occupation: Mechanic at Pit Stop Garage
Character inspiration: Lucas Scott x One Tree Hill & Brian O’Conner x Fast & Furious series
PERSONALITY
Brenden is someone you can depend on because he is consistent in what he brings. He likes to venture out and explore, is usually up for anything but can be a bit reckless. Some adventures can get him to being a little too mischievous at times as well. He is big on revenge and never thinks of the consequences which sounds contradicting to the fact that he is empathetic. He can pick up on emotions from others and has a good shoulder to learn on. He is a part of the sassy man pandemic. He will tell it how it is, no sugarcoat. He has grown cynical through the years especially when power dynamics are involved.
FAMILY
Mother: Corinne Lancer
Father: Ren Waithe
Stepfather: Brooks Johnson (deceased)
Sister: Harlow Johnson
BIOGRAPHY
Brenden Wraithe, born to single mother Corinne Lancer, was raised in Fisher’s Cove of Aurora Bay. Father ran off before he was born and that's all he knows. B had his mother and grandparents growing up. The docks were his favorite place as a kid as he’d always be running up and down them whenever his grandpa would take him fishing. His childhood was a good one, and he was pretty calm and collected at that. It was as if he already knew how to handle life, and that was thanks to the support system he and his mother had. It took a couple of years, but his mom found love again. At thirteen, his mom moved them out to LA after marrying his stepfather.
LA was different, more urban than AB, which he quite enjoyed. It was an easy transition for him at school and at home. He became quite close to his stepfather who taught him a lot about cars. It's where Brenden’s love for cars stems from. They'd go to car shows together and he'd even let him drive the cars he owned (with supervision). Two years later, his mom would give birth to his baby sister Harlow. Everyone was ecstatic, even B, who had always wanted a younger sibling. Shortly after, Brenden received his drivers license and life was sweet. At this time, he'd begin street racing his friends for shits and giggles.
Things turned for the worst a year later when his stepfather passed away. It had been cancer that was caught too late. This destroyed his mother, ultimately leaving her in a deep depression. Brenden found himself having to care for his one-year old sister most of the time. He’d never admit it, but he did enjoy it. It helped his grievance process as he didn't feel he could mourn due to his mothers depression. The two, mostly B, set a routine which he believed helped his mother get back on her feet. He’d get his sister up in the morning and make them breakfast, go to school, take over right after school until his mother would take over in the evening when she was up for it.
Corinne was never aware of Brenden's absence during most nights. He’d sneak off into the night, to street race with friends and through the car community that grew. This continued until he turned 18 in which he’d no longer sneak out, he would tell his mom he was going out. His mother had become much better than before at this time allowing for a more equal schedule among the two to care for a now toddler Harlow. This gave him the opportunity to attend trade school to specialize in becoming a mechanic while his mom got a part-time job.
Brenden started street racing for money at night and it was good money. He was also a good fast driver. He wasn't that smart in the beginning as he'd gotten various speeding tickets and had his license suspended in the past. He was smarter this time around and was having fun. It didn't stop him from completing his certification to become a mechanic.
However, he was approached by a group of men who gambled on illegal street racing. He was invited into a fight club sort of thing, but for illegal street racing. They’d gamble on winning drivers and they would pay drivers a generous amount if they won. Brenden didn’t lose many races. He was one of the best. The thing is the longer he was being used as pawn, the more they made him distance himself from friends, girlfriends, boyfriends, his sister, his mom and became more apparent when he moved out. It took awhile when he realized that he was isolated from a lot of people and he couldn’t do a damn thing about it.
There seemed to be no out of this club as trackers were placed on cars. In retaliation, Brenden started to lose races, subtle at first, before they started to realize that he was doing it on purpose. This pissed off one of the men in particular, who had lost thousands on Brenden. This was how B got out because he was accused of identity fraud and was put in prison. The sentence was for five years, but Brenden served two with no contact in the outside world. Not even his mom. His time behind bars turned him cynical. It pissed him off that the system would believe a rich man that had more power than him.
B moved back to Aurora Bay after being released with the money he had saved up from winning past races. He moved into Crystal Cove condos and started working at the Pit Stop Garage as a mechanic. It was a bittersweet feeling being out and free. He got in touch with his mother again to learn that she had moved back to AB as well and was living in the childhood home he grew up in. They have since reconnected, and Brenden has been living a quiet life, though the sound of a revving engine tempts him from time to time.
OTHER INFO:
grandparents are rich so they were always well off
brenden's stepfather was also rich
amount of speeding tickets: 9
amount of times he's had a car impounded: 4
license suspended at age 19
born at 8:49 am on february 17, 1993 (san diego) aurora bay
could put a picture of brenden under emotional intelligence as an example
WANTED CONNECTIONS:
past summer romance of @valentinahq
old friend of @tillycai but lost connection when he went to jail and she got into drugs
had a fling with @reinaxcruz but are now friends
childhood friends and first "relationship" by holding hands as kids @dancingdanvers
has feelings for @rowanxmoreau but it is not reciprocated. is aware of this but chooses to hurt himself by sticking around.
childhood/long distance AOL friends with @
a roommate
any ex/fling/boyfriend/girlfriend/situationship from the past 4 years he's been in AB
anyone he met through street racing
anyone he met in jail/prison
im literally open to anything and everything!!
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wickedsrest-rp · 8 months
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Name: Samir Zidan Species: Werewolf Occupation: Grit Pit fighter & Volunteer Age: 40 Years Old Played By: Marin Face Claim: Rami Malek
“I’m trying to stay clean, but my hands are monsters.”
TW: Parental death
It was supposed to be an ordinary life, that’s what Samir always told himself. Born as the eldest child of a pair of Egyptian immigrants, he grew up in Orlando, where life was ruled by mundanity. He never much thrived in it, but he managed, while joined at the hip with his sister Safiya.
The event that would mark a turn in his life was the day his father collapsed in a store and never made it out of the hospital. Samir was sixteen, clutching his Saf’s hand in the grocery store. From then on, he decided to put a load on his shoulders and lead a different life then before. He was nearly grown, after all, the eldest of the Zidan kids. He became the one preparing lunches and making sure the cereal was stocked, and when it became time for college, he didn’t go. 
It felt good to be someone that could be depended on. To have purpose, rather than just be a boy who lost his dad as a teenager. And so Samir took on another job and cleaned up his mother’s wine glasses when she’d fallen asleep on the couch. He came home late, smelling of the deep fryer and dishwashing liquid at work. The fridge was lined with food from the restaurant he worked at. He tried to mediate the tensions and never thought of the tensions that lived in his chest. He watched Safiya leave at eighteen, as he remained.
He was too old for college, too broke and too shit at school once his siblings had moved out. South he went, to do the same thing he did at home but somewhere away from the apartment he’d lived in all his life and to a resort. A different scene. Same work. White beaches, shitty tourists, good colleagues.
He was out of it, the night he was bit. But he became fully aware when the attack happened. Saw with clear vision what the creature looked like, how his leg bled and bled and bled and wouldn’t stop. How he called his sister rather than emergency services, and how she told him to not be stupid, screaming at him through the phone. She screamed a lot at him, but always from a place of love, he told himself. 
Thirty five, and he awoke in a hospital bed. A gnarly wound on his leg. Wild animal attacks, they weren’t unheard of. When asked what had happened, he muttered something about a wolf, so large and so strong that he thought he was going to die. 
A month later, he blacked out. Three nights in a row were lost to him. He woke after the third one with blood caked on his chin and stuck under his nails. The news reported a pair of missing tourists. A month later, it happened again and the pattern scared Samir. Tourists, missing. Nights gone from his memory. Blood, sticking to him. Another round, a month later. A whole season had passed by now, the bodies of four tourists found. Ripped apart. Bits of them eaten. There were rumors of a cannibal being active. People joked about a werewolf and Samir felt himself pale at the idea.
Surely it couldn’t be that he was some creature ruled by the moon, but what if? The fourth month, he called in. Propped up his phone and hit record and waited. As an extra security measure, he sat in a dog crate. He woke the next day in the wilderness. Returned home to proof on his phone and a destroyed crate. Hours later, the news reported a pair of honeymooners missing.
Maybe it was suspicious to get up and leave, but he did. Here, he could no longer stay. So Samir went back to his mother and slept a week there, letting her fuss and fret over him as every touch made him want to retract or bark. The years that followed were harrowing, ones of skipping town. There was work to be found in every kitchen, but working past sundown every day was no longer an option. He tried plenty of things, from cages to chains to sedation — but it seemed the wolf inside him was dead set on breaking out and raging. Samir grew solitary and furious, afraid and enraged with himself, ashamed of what he was. He stopped coming home for the holidays. Stopped coming home altogether, in the end.
When he heard of the Grit Pit, he was desperate. There seemed no leashing the beast, and so maybe he had to find a way to let it go without letting to roam completely free. The empath he spoke to convinced him, with ease, to sign the contract and let Corinna make sure that he’d not go out to kill an innocent again. 
The first night he fought for them, he let them cage him up. Razor, he was called, for the sharpness of his claws and teeth. The first morning, he woke in that same cage and was welcomed with a clap on the back and a large coffee. Good show, they told him, payment in two days. So for two more nights, he slipped into a cage and woke in one, with no recollection of what happened. 
For over half a year now, it has been rinse and repeat. Most of the days, Samir volunteers, trying to quell the rage and guilt in his chest with some kind of giving back. Three nights a month, he’s one of Corinna’s top fighters, bringing in money for himself and the Pit. His conscience not quite empty, but ignorant enough. And though it’s not perfect, it’s the longest he’s been able to stay in one place for over five years. 
But fate is funny, isn’t it? There’s a woman in town with his estranged sister’s name, her curls and her face. Whether Samir can face her, he’s not sure yet.
Character Facts:
Personality: Allocentric, well-rounded, hardworking, responsible, restrained, escapist, shameful, neurotic, cowardly, furious
Samir’s stage name is Razor. There are few people who know that the wolf that appears in the Pit every month is him, and he’d prefer to keep it that way. Razor is known for his ruthlessness, sharp teeth and how good he is at using those very teeth. He looks like this.
During most days, Samir can be found at the community center, where does a fair amount of things. Pouring coffee for the elderly, leading an exercise class (also for the elderly) and assisting in a cooking class (probably also for the elderly). It makes him feel a little less guilty about being a murderous werewolf three nights a month.
He is also very fond of doing odd jobs, so if you ever need someone to help you move or drive something around for you, he’s your guy! If it’s not his time of the month, that is.
Samir – or, at least, his werewolf-self – was known as the Florida Ripper for quite some time. Signing up with the Pit has helped him shake off some of the authorities, though the murder cases remain unresolved.
Really enjoys the beach and can be seen catching some waves when the waves allow it. 
He lives above a fish shop on the Harborside, and can sometimes be seen working in the back of the shop to lower his rent for the month a little. Yes, he does smell a little fishy sometimes.
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stvrkfire · 29 days
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FROM THE BLAZING SUN, TO THE GLOWING MOON & THE BRIGHTEST STAR
@insouciont☀️and @ignitxr🌕
opening her eyes, yura found herself lying in a desert, the scorching sun beating down mercilessly upon her. her sister's face flashed in her thoughts, the look they shared moments before she was pulled away into the lava. she called out nara's name, desperately hoping for a response, but all she received was a chilling silence.
she looked down at her trembling hands, clutching at the sand and tried to summon the familiar warmth. nothing. she tried again, each attempt met with crushing disappointment. there was nothing. no flicker of flame, no surge of energy. panic gripped yura's heart like a vice, squeezing the air from her lungs as she struggled to make sense of this all. her bending was a huge part of her identity and it had been stripped away from herㅡ just like before.
"not again, please.." her voice cracked; she wanted to cry her heart out, but no tears came. her eyes remained dry, unable to shed a single drop. her body only folded in on itself, consciousness flickering like a dying flame.
she awoke after what felt like minutes, hours, or perhaps even days. the void within her persisted, carving a deeper hole into her chest. yet she forced herself to her feet and began to walk, repeating her siblings' names like a mantra with each step, anchoring her to her memories.
first glimmer of hope dawned when she spotted two figures walking towards her. at first she dismissed them as hallucinations or spirits (her fists curled, ready for any confrontation, though no flames danced around them) until she recognised the faces approaching. "wanning?!" a wide smile spread on face as she ran towards the older woman, wrapping her into a hug. manners, even in the spirit world, the young lady turned to bow to the male. "lord zhao."
for a long while, only their voices echoed through the desert, until distant cries pierced their bubble. a scene, dark wasps swarming and attacking a fox spirit. yura froze in place, gaze locked onto the creature. though her mind urged her to leave and find a way back home, her heart ached; wanting to go rescue it. who knows what would've happened if wanning wasn't there to pull her away.
the image lingered in her mind, unable to get the fox away from her thoughts as they walked to a cave for shelter. she sat with them in silence, hands playing with wanning's fingers, listening to their stories until a there was a sudden shift in her mood, her jaw clenching. "i believe my brother despises me." the words were torn from her lips, she couldn't meet their gaze.
it's the desert, she tried to tell herself and even as jian and wanning attempted to reassure her otherwise, she struggled to shake off the thought. she felt a surge of rage, not directed at him, but at herself for always ruining things between them. it felt like a vicious circle, a pattern she feared would only cease if she were gone.
suddenly, her friend rose to her feet and yura instinctively mirrored the action, standing up beside her. even as wanning released her hand, the redhead took a step forward, ready to follow. however, she felt jian's firm grip on her arm, causing her lips to tighten in frustration. she fought the urge to protest, not wanting to let her venture deeper on her own but she knew wanning's action was driven by a sense of duty, her admiration for the other woman only growing. she watched, as she disappeared.
so they waited, and waited. she grew restless, the redhead on the verge of snapping at the older male for allowing wanning to go on her own when her voice echoed from the other side, prompting them to rush inside without hesitation.
they find themselves in a large stone chamber. in the middle of the chamber sits a pool of black liquid ten feet across, lit by dim red candles. statues of gods they’ve never known stand around the room, thirty in all, among them a black goat, a hooded wayfarer, a horse god, a lion, a moon-pale maiden, and a weeping woman.
like a moth drawn to a light, she felt a weird attraction to the liquid and the thirst that had remained dormant throughout their time together now awakened, pushing her feet to move toward the edge. together, they crouched down, hands dipping into the pool to quench their parched throats.
yura was now lying on her back, hair partially submerged in the black liquid, eyes staring at the statues surrounding them. "i wonder, what do you think made that woman cry?"
"perhaps she misses her family, as we do."
wanning's reply left yura silent for a while as her thoughts drifted to her siblings. was nara also lost in this desert? was she alone? should she stay to find her? what about her sweet aera, whom she'd left after the banquet, dodging her little matchmaking scheme? and her brother, whom she had been avoiding contact since their argument- were they safe together? she prayed they were alive, they had to be. yura couldn't imagine a life without them by her side.
"do you think they miss us?"
the question died in her throat as the scuffing of blades against stone distracted her. three pair of eyes turned towards the source of the sound and before fear could fully grip them, jian's instincts kicked in and he screamed "run!"
without hesitation, the three of them bolted towards the light shining throught the mouth of the cave. with every step, they could feel the threat of koh looming closer behind them, a menacing presence flying after them and finally they broke through the cave's opening, warmth of the sun washing over them once again.
breathless and heart pounding, the relief was fleeting as they soon realized they were still trapped in the spirit world. their second encounter with koh had them pressing forward, driven by the need to quickly find a portal back to their families and after what felt like an endless quest, they finally stumbled upon a portal, faint glow calling out for them. ready to take them back home.
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(   min  pechaya  wattanamontree.  cis - woman.  she / her.   )   ⸺   🐏   greetings,  bighorns !   walking  around  campus,  sporting  her  measuring  tape  around  her  neck  we’ve  spotted  BUSSABA  'BAMBI'  SOIKHAM,  a  thirty - four  years  old  who  contributes  to  our  thriving  community  as  a  SEAMSTRESS.   according  to  our  intel,  she’s  been  around  the  sanctuary  for  three  years  and  what  we  know  about  her,  aside  from  the  fact  that  she  doesn’t  agree  with  the  decision  to  close  the  gates,  is  that  she's  desperately  holding  onto  a  sliver  of  hope  her  sister  is  somewhere  out  there,  there's  always  some  pop  of  color  in  her  outfit,  she  puts  up  a  front  of  positivity  to  keep  herself  sane.   doesn’t  that  make  her  fantastic ?   we  think  it  does,  and  that’s  why  we  appreciate  her  so  much,  grateful  for  what  she  gives  to  our  community.
BASICS:
FULL NAME: bussaba soikham
NICKNAME: bambi
AGE: 34
DATE OF BIRTH: 11.08.1989
HOMETOWN: susanville, california
GENDER: cis-woman
SEXUALITY: bisexual
OCCUPATION: fashion designer, now a seamstress
FAMILY:
PARENTS: urassaya soikham & mongkut soikham ( deceased )
SIBLING(S): apinya soikham ( unknown )
HISTORY:
Born the eldest out of two in Susanville, California, Bussada - or as she nicknamed herself Bambi after her 'mild' obsession over the Disney movie - always knew she was destined to be more than a town's girl. Her biggest interests as far back as she can remember were film and fashion, and while she didn't have a camera around to do her own home movies, she had full access of all the wardrobes in their home. Even the most plain piece of clothing in her hands was styled to grab the eye immediately.
The older she grew the more her dreams were pulling her to Los Angeles, a city she knew she could succeed in as long as she put in the work - which she didn't mind, with a family ranch to help around, Bambi was used to working hard. Although her parents humored and allowed her to do her own thing with fabric and old clothes she never let them throw away they weren't happy when she shared what she thought would be good news of her decision to try her luck out in LA. They pictured their girls staying in town and looking after the ranch, but that wasn't something Bambi wanted. This created a rift between the once close-knit family. She didn't understand why they wouldn't approve her choice when she'd always shown a passion for fashion, and it was obvious Susanville didn't have a thing to offer for growth. The last year she spent at home before she hit eighteen was full of silent frowns or loud arguments, rarely a day with something in-between. Her only support was her younger by two years sister and her boyfriend at the time.
Leaving wasn't easy, it was hard on everyone in the family and the boy she left behind. But she had dreams and she intended on turning them into reality. With promises of frequent returns, Bambi set out toward the unknown. Settling wasn't wasn't easy at first, but after a couple of months, she met her best friend (or as she always said, sister from another mister). Becoming her friend made all the dull and uncertain days brighter, and she can't deny how much help she was when it came to putting her name in the business. Everything was going the way she wanted, and she did keep her word on returning home often. Her little sister was still number one in her life, even though her parents had no problem showcasing their disapproval every time she went to visit.
When she was twenty-four, her sister finally decided to take the leap like her sister and follow her to LA, which sent Bambi over the moon! The Soikham sisters were coming to LA, hold on tight! Obviously, none of it was easy on their parents, but they knew just like her older sister they couldn't stop her. The plan was easy, Bambi would stay for two weeks to spend time with the whole family and help out with packing, and while it was going to be bittersweet she couldn't hide her gleaming smile. Everything was smooth sailing until it wasn't. It was a quiet night in the Soikham household, everyone gathered around the TV to watch some game show when it was cut short by the news lady warning people about a virus that seemed to change people's behavior entirely. Bambi tried to brush it off as something meaningless, but as days went by she came to find out it was serious. Her father put his foot down and didn't let either of the girls leave, and truth be told both of them were too scared to do so. They had their crop and cattle, they knew how to look after the land, and all they needed was to make sure strangers and those infected they spoke about wouldn't have access to it. They worked from the early hours of the morning till ungodly hours of the night to build up and around their most valued piece of land, cutting away the outside world. For a while it was perfect, they were safe and they didn't know much about what was happening on the outside, the only person to leave if they ever needed something was their father. He told them stories of what he'd seen, and they were terrified.
Five years! Their ranch remained for five years! It wasn't much, but they found a way to survive and protect each other until one day when all hell broke loose, there was a hole around one of the walls that gave access to what Bambi can only describe as disgusting monsters, while her sister insisted they were zombies. They fought them off, somehow they did and they sealed the hole and they were okay! They thought everything was okay ...
It was hard to get a shut eye after, Bambi was too worried it'd happen again and a shiver went down her spine when she heard weird noises coming from her parent's bedroom, her sister had heard them too and both crept up the room slowly opening the door just to hear their father yell out to stay outside. He told them their mother had become one of those things and he didn't have the heart to kill her, how could he? They've been through thick and thin, the high school sweethearts everyone rooted for, he just couldn't. He told them he'd try to fight and hold her off, but they had to pack their bags with enough provisions and find a safe place because their home wasn't anymore.
Devastated, but scared, the girls listened and ran. They didn't know what to do or how to survive all on their own, but they vowed they'll always protect each other and somehow that helped Bambi see an opportunity of finding a sanctuary where the two can feel safe again. It wasn't easy navigating this new life, it wasn't just the infected, people were different too and many didn't care if what they do is right or wrong. But the two survived, day by day, fight after fight they found a way to keep going untill they finally found a quarantine zone where they remained for two years, but resources started running low and suddenly they weren't a community anymore. All hell broke loose, and one person opened their doors and ran allowing the infected full access inside and in their attempt to run Bambi and her sister got separated. She spent days, weeks, stalking around what they called home in hope of finding her, but she never did. She knew though in her heart Apinya is alive and they'll meet again so she didn't give up.
She kept going until she found another community at the university. It's been three years since her arrival, and although it wasn't just a smooth road she's happy to have some place to call home. She doesn't agree with most who wish their doors to remain shut, because she's still holding out on hope that Apinya will find her way here.
PERSONALITY:
Bambi didn't let the new world suck the life out of her. She still tries to be positive and hopes for a way for the world to return to what it used to be and she'll be with her sister again. You can tell her the world will never be the same, but she won't let anyone tell her Apinya is most likely dead, and added anyone who tried to be realistic to her short list of people she doesn't like. She's friendly and warm, choosing to believe humans are worthy of being trusted.
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casuallivi · 2 years
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From the confines of a word doc filled with dozens of snippets that come from nowhere and go nowhere, behold. Set during ACOFAS. Word count: 3020
For Elain Archeron Week 2022. Day 7: Free Day - post whatever Elain positivity you’d like (@elainarcheronweek )
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A soft knock got his attention, the door opening slowly after he told her to come in. Elain peeked through the gap, already dressed for the night in one of her many long-sleeved gowns.
“You missed lunch... and supper," she squinted at him. “You are quick to dismiss me when Feyre is not around.” She smiled at the end, letting him know she was jesting.
Rhys startled at her words, turning in his cushioned chair to see a timid new moon nestled within the other bright celestial bodies in the sky. "It's late, isn't it," he commented rubbing his tired eyes. The sun had barely risen when he kissed his mate good morning, hauling himself in the office.
Thirty minutes after leaving for morning class, Feyre sent him a message down the bond. One of her pupil’s mother was sick, and since the youngling had no other living relative who could look after him, the High Lady decided to accompany the boy home to look after his mother, see what she could do to nurse her back to health. Rhys sighted, cracking his neck to release the stiffness from the long hours of immobility. He hated burocratic work, but that wasn’t something one could avoid while being a High Lord. Without his wife home, Rhys lost track of time, his chaotic affairs in need of order making him also forget about the sister-in-law who might have been waiting for him during the meals.
“I’m sorry, Elain. I shouldn’t have left you by yourself.”
She waved a hand dismissively, telling him not to worry about it. Elain eyed the clutter of documents on top of his desk, the empty pots of ink, notebooks and pencils spread out, a whiff of expensive liquor and burnet cigarettes mingling with the sharp citrus scent in the air.
After living with them in the town house, and now having her own quarters in the opulent river house, Elain paid close attention to Rhysand. The first thing that caught her eye about her distinct brother-in-law was his devotion to her sister, the way he completely adored Feyre, the lengths he would go not only for her, but for the people she loved as well. The night wielding lord had measured no efforts to accommodate Feyre's remaining living family –despite the fact that he and Nesta could not expend more than two minutes in close proximity without snarling at each other.
Rhysand was a family man, his dedication to people expanding from his inner circle to the citizens of his beloved Starlight City, his efforts to keep his court stable making her admire him as a leader. Even the forsaken City of Nightmares, which Elain had heard the most outrageous stories about, was closely watched by him, the free reign subtly controlled in the shadows of his influence. Had Rhysand been human, he'd be a perfect king, his kingdom prosper and vivid, his subjects busy but content with the prosperity of the land. The more she watched him, the more she liked what she saw. Elain not only respected Rhys, she liked him as a brother, another beloved member of her new mismatched family of former humans, faes and otherly creatures.
"I didn't expect you to still be here," she commented as he pushed away from the cluttered desk. When Elain saw the faelight slipping from under the door, she assumed he had forgotten them on. "Are you hungry? Do you want me to heat you something?"
He shook his head as they exited the room together, smiling tenderly at her offer. It wasn’t unusual for Elain to knock on his door bringing him different snacks paired with strong coffee. Sometimes she would send a tray with his tea, a especial brew she created from scratch, designed to mitigate the pain on his knee. "You know you are not my kitchen maid, right?"
She shrugged. “I don't mind. I liked when people eat.” She liked to catalog their likes and dislikes, take mental notes of everyone’s preference, the ingredients that would made theirs eyes lit up.
“You must be thrilled around Cass.”
Elain giggled, agreeing quietly. Cassian could eat enough to feed a small army. She found extreme delight in the glint in his eyes every time he stumbled upon her testing new recipes, the burly general quickly finding a sit to lodge on, his other purposes forgotten, the rest of his day spent in her company, chatting amicably, inhaling the food faster than she could make it. Cassian had an especial appetite for salty pies and pork meat, needless to say Elain had two (or three) pies ready to go during family dinner.
They walked back to the kitchen, Rhys taking notice of the book under her arm. “What do you have there?” Elain turns the cover, permitting him to read the curvy silver letters spelling, The history of the night court Vol. 4. The Noble Houses. He eyed her with curiosity. "Dreadful choice of a bedtime story.”
Being born into wealth, and having the opportunity to enjoys its perks in her early years, Elain was versatile in everything that was to know about the delicate mechanics of human society. Now that she was fae, Elain made her personal mission to bridge the gaps in her knowledge, doing her best to understand the puzzle that was Prythian.
She tucked the book back, protectively. “I’m reading it to learn, not to sleep.”
“Noble houses, mmh. Are you cleaving any alliances I don’t know of, Elain?”
Elain ducked her head, tracing the spine. "I need to learn about this place."
“The so called “high-borns” have no privileges in Velaris. There’s only one requisite to be a part of my court.” To be a dreamer.
They reached the kitchen, Rhys going straight to the loaf of bread sitting on the counter, devouring a big chunk. Turns out he was pretty hungry.
"I noticed Velaris citizens don't care much for formalities. Still,” she left her book beside him, taking the food from the pots and back to the pans. “I know our society rules are different from yours, but from what I understand a High Lady is like a queen of her court, and here the High Lady is Feyre, my sister. Royalty. People talk, no matter how lax they seem, my behavior will reflect upon her, upon you, who so kindly accepted us here."
Rhys clicked his tongue. "Nonsense,"
"The gossip?"
"The second one."
"It isn't," she interrupted him, aware he was about to refute his generosity. "You had no obligation of accepting Nesta and I, housing and providing for us, but you did. I can see why Feyre loves this city so much, why she calls it a home, it has grown on me as well. I am grateful for what you did, what you still do, and the current way I can repay you is by being useful to this court, to your family."
Rhys was quiet for a moment, pensive.
“Don’t debase yourself." Her eyes darted to him, carefully gauging his mood. "Feyre is not the only one who's a part of this family. Read whatever you want Elain, I wouldn’t stand in the way of a female wanting to improve herself, but I hope you know that I expect no prim behavior from you. In my lands you can do whatever you want, act however you wish. It is why I protect this city, so dreamers can have the liberty to be themselves."
In that moment Rhys was nothing if not sincere, and for that Elain was grateful too. They engaged in light conversation as she heated the stew, adding a little more parsley to the broth. She knew he enjoyed the slightly bitter herb in his dishes. Elain cleaned her hands in a dishcloth, pushing a full plate in his direction.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Go ahead.”
“How does your tax system support itself?” Rhys lifted an eyebrow. From all the subjects in the world he imagined she could ask about; taxes were not on the list. "I just don't understand it. Your citizens pay you a percentage of their annual profit, but the law permits them to be excused from payments upon previous accord with the High Lord. You have this incentive program to war refugees where they don’t pay any tribute during their first year in the city, and are allowed to apply for a benefice, which I assume is not coming from the town vaults, or else there would be nothing in it by now. Velaris is port city, but at the same time a closed city, a good income becomes impossible when there’s no trade. I imagine the other cities in the Court pay a tribute as well, probably with bigger percentages, yet you have expenses with protection and feeding of those citizens, so I don’t how you can funnel much to Velaris.”  
Rhys stared at Elain as if he was seeing her for the first time. For a young lady appreciated by her beauty, Elain sure had interesting mind. He had never discussed court matters in front of her, let alone saw her as someone who would be interested in taxes and management. He set his fork down, unable to hide how impressed he was with her insights about Velaris “flaws” when she had only been living here for a year.
“You’ve been busy.”
Being her father’s “little helper” made her pay more attention to her surroundings than anyone could expect. Getting the life she had planed for herself ripped from her hands, to be turned into an immortal, sharing her body with a strange being who gifted her with visions made her even more watchful.
“I have nothing but time.” She answered with a somber voice.
Rhys hummed, scooping the broth, happy to fill his stomach with warm food. Elain schooled her expression, taking a sit in front him, watching him eat, waiting for her answer. He let her stew on it, pretending all his focus was set on eating. She groaned at him.
“Tell me how Velaris is not broke.”
“You have impressive deductive skills, yet you forget an important detail.”  She looked at him inquisitively. Rhys smirked. "I am a stupidly wealthy male.”
Elain rolled her eyes.
“You are a man–male– ruling a land of immortals, yet fortune does have an end.” She stumbled on the word, still not used to the new denominations she should use now, the thrill of the quest not allowing her to dwell on the fact Rhys was no more a man than she was a woman.
“You’re also forgetting about the Court of Nightmares,” he gave her a wicked smile, a faint hint of night creeping in the corners of the enormous kitchen. “To have the privilege of sinning, they pay me in gold. Many bars of it.” He went to the sink, washed his dish and placed it on the drying rack, founding himself interested in sharing with his curious sister-in-law. “Come with me.”
They returned to his office, where Rhys went straight to the bookshelf, selecting a brown notebook with nothing particular about is. He handed it to Elain who sat in the comfortable couch occupying a space in the room, Feyre’s portrait watching their sudden expedition. "They pay taxes twice a year, each family having a calculus made based on the capital amounted in the spam of six months. You were right about Velaris depending on trades. While Velaris was a secret, Hewn City was the official capital of Night Court, therefore the official trader with other cities and courts, despite most of the goods not coming from there.”
Elain flipped thought the pages, fascinated with the calculus and the amount paid by each family. “You’ve been using them for decades.” There was no judgment in her tone, only admiration by the clever system.
“Longer. This method was created by the first High Lord to rule Velaris. Hewn City has taxes over importation and exportation too, if they want anything in or out of that hel, they pay me. If they want to exist unde my starry night, they pay me."
Her brother-in-law let himself get comfortable on the other couch, a sadistic smile taking over his features. There was nothing of happy about that expression, only the sight of a predator explaining how he played with his pray. Elain averted her eyes, focusing back on the dates. "This is old.”
“You'll learn 80 years go by faster than you expect.”
Elain swallowed down, pretending to be ignorant to the meaning of his ominous words. She didn’t want to think about that today. She cleared there throat.
“This is very interesting. Do you have anything newer?” She asked him. “I think the calculus have a pattern, but I have to see another notebook to be sure.”
“I haven’t moved all the archives here yet.”
“When you do, can I see it?”
He laughed.
“Is that really how you want to spend your time?”
“Yes.” Her eyes shined under the faelight.
“It may take a while. I’m a little behind in the bookkeeping.” He admitted exhaling soundly, the predator gone as faster as he came, his commonly calm complexion presenting clear signs of exhaustion.
"How behind?"
"Oh, not much, just... Fifty years or so." He gave her a charming smile and she choked on air. Fifty years was 'a little?' Mother above. In moments like this, Elain realized she still had a very human perception of time. In another life fifty years would be enough to see her grandchildren wandering about the house, now the same amount of time was nothing but a glimpse of imbalance in the finances. Rhys cocked his head, watching her intently. “You like accounting, right?”
“I do.”
“How do you feel about working for me?”
She lifted her eyebrow, suspicious. “Doing what?”
“Taking care of my finances, organizing the city’s affairs, and other similarly boring activities. I could use a brake from burocracy. In fact, please work for me. I hate this endless paperwork.” He added dramatically. “I’ll pay you accordingly.”
“You don’t need to employ me for that Rhys, I have plenty of time to spare. It would be my pleasure to help you.”
“I won’t having you working for free Elain.”
"You don't even know how much money you have left. For all I know, you can be approaching bankruptcy,” she jested trying to discourage him.
"I'm pretty sure I have enough to pay you."
"Rhys, there's no need for that."
He rolled his eyes.
“A good salary, housing and food is the minimum in an employment contract. If you need anything else, we can discuss and add on it.”
The man was too much, she already lived in his house, ate his food, and dressed with his money. Feyre often talked about how he was as carefree as he was stubborn, now Elain was learning her sister was not being theatrical. Reading the refusal in her face, he continued.
“I not saying that because it’s you Elain, those are benefits provided to all my staff.  If you don’t believe me, ask your sister.” His mouth shaped into a mischievous smile, as if he was remembering some private joke she was not pry to.
Elain pondered his offer. There were only so many gardens for her to tend, her simple and careful instructions creating and small army of greenery lovers. As the months went by, her students learned to take care of their garden by themselves, and Elain was finding herself with a growing amount of free time again. She hated it. Rhys offer made her excited, not only she liked finances, but her days would be less dull with more responsibility, but the fact that he wanted to pay her was preposterous.  
“I do want to get my hands on those notebooks…” she muttered.
“Then accept my offer.” He encouraged her.
Elain sat straighter, watching him intently, coaxing her bargaining skills to the surface in order to refuse the salary politely.
“How about this. I don’t need money now, there's nothing I lack for. The moment that changes, I’ll let you know, and you pay me. If you don’t… I can always embezzle." She winked.
Rhys gave her a big laugh and they shook on it.
Their conversation was interrupted by Feyre’s arrival, her tired eyes latching on her mate, quickly detecting the amusement waving from him. Rhys waited for her to greet Elain before bringing her to his lap, his hands possessively landing on her belly, which was beginning to swollen with their child. Their beautiful boy who he already loved more than life itself.
"How is Amala?" he asked, referring to the fae she was taking care of.
"Better. Her fever went down, I bought them food and told Rami to send for me if they need anything else." She looked between him and her sister. 'You are in a good mood for who's handling paperwork,' she sent down their bond, not wanting to disturb this new development.
Feyre was well aware her husband had regards about her sister. He found difficult to forgive them for the mistakes of their youth, his loyalty to his mate making him not care about anything but her difficult and suffering. For a while there, Feyre had strong feelings too, but that was in the past now. She knew Rhys had always struggled more with Nesta, her hot temper clashing with his own. Seeing him laughing so openly with Elain gave her hope that could change.
'We talked.' Rhys sent back.
'And?' she prodded curiously.
‘Her mind is rather curious.’ And then. ‘Elain is a good girl, she's a good company.’
Rhys’ heartfelt words lead Feyre to gift him with a bright smile as she snuggled on his lap, her happiness swiping through the bond, lighting him up. 'Is that so?'
'What kind of face is that?' He teased, 'is it for seeing me getting along with your sister?'
Feyre grinned. 'What if it is?'
'Really? That easy? How does that make you feel? Horny?'
She snorted
'Pig.'
'Feyre darling, you're the one getting horny in strange moments, don't turn this on me.'
She rolled her eyes and said out loud. "Do we still have food? I'm starving!"
"I bet you are." Rhys uttered with a smirk and she stomp on his foot, latching onto Elain and taking her away from the room, Rhys following on her heels. Elain went closer, cupping her ear to whisper "If you think we can't tell when you two are flirting in public... We can!" Feyre laughed.
Feyre had faith in her mate. One day he would be able to tease and smile around both her sisters. Until them she would take all the victories, like this one, and collect them like beautiful medal.
A painting flashed in her mind, her sisters, her mate, his brothers, her son, their grand small family laughing and loving and living, their happiness as bright as the field they sat upon. Yes, she would have that, she would have that and more.
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FULL NAME: parker edel lewis.
NICKNAME(S): park, pewy.
AGE:  thirty-six.
DATE OF BIRTH: june 15.
PLACE OF BIRTH: providence peak, colorado.
CURRENT LOCATION: providence peak, colorado.
GENDER: cis female.
PRONOUNS: she/her.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: pansexual.
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: panromantic.
RELIGION: none.
OCCUPATION: park ranger.
EDUCATION LEVEL: bachelor's degree.
LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: cabin in bighorn hills.
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE, ETC.
FACECLAIM: kylie bunbury.
HAIR COLOR AND STYLE: dark brown & it depends on the day. sometimes she likes to wear it tied back, other days she prefers leaving it down.
EYE COLOR: dark brown.
EYESIGHT: perfect vision.
HEIGHT: five foot, eight inches.
WEIGHT:  one hundred and twenty-eight pounds.
BODY AND BUILD: athletic / slim.
TATTOOS: none.
PIERCINGS: ears.
CLOTHING STYLE: casual.
DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS: smile.
HEALTH.
MENTAL DISORDER(S): anxiety.
PHYSICAL DISORDER(S): none.
ALLERGIES: none.
SLEEPING HABITS: she doesn't really sleep. not because she has anything keeping her up at night, but she loves the stars and the moon? loves sitting out on her back porch until sleep hits.
EATING HABITS: is very much a home cooked meal kinda gal. she doesn't really like getting takeout when she can whip up a mean meal, but her favorite spot (and is top secret to most people) is the burger joint. she'd argue their fries are the best she's ever had.
SOCIABILITY: oh, she can work a room well. humor is out of this world, but it's not for everyone.
ADDICTIONS: sarcasm?
DRUG USE: marijuana occasionally.
ALCOHOL USE: casual drinker & loves a good glass of wine to settle down.
FAMILY, RELATIONSHIPS, ETC.
MOTHER: erika lewis, née novak.
FATHER: gregory lewis (†).
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: none.
BEST FRIEND: 
EXES: lainey lee (unofficially).
SIBLING(S): marcus lewis (younger brother).
PET(S): unnamed cat she found recently.
BIOGRAPHY.
The only thing Parker's parents loved more than the beauty of nature was the simple fact of being parents. Erika, her mother, was a wildlife preservationist that met her father in her fourth and final year of university and while Gregory was in his first year of veterinary school. They were the epitome of love at first sight, the kind of love story that authors write about and that directors long for in film. Even the planning of the first child was oddly perfect. Her father had only just graduated veterinary school when her mother found out she was pregnant. The running joke was that Parker was the best graduation gift he could have asked for.
Having been born and raised in Providence Peak, Parker lived in a few areas around the city before her parents settled in Bighorn Hills. At the time, she'd just turned the big five when another happy twist was added to their story. Her mother was pregnant again, and this time, the running joke was that it was a late gift to the child who had always voiced wanting a younger sibling to go through life with. Nine months later, it was Marcus Hershel Lewis that was being welcomed into the world.
Despite being young, there wasn't an ounce of jealousy to be felt. Instead, she was the best big sister she could have been. Throughout the years, that never changed. It didn't matter how annoying her little brother got, she was always there for him and to no one's surprise, he was always there for her.
Their picture perfect story came to an end when Parker was a teenager. She and her brother had been playing out back when their mother's shaky voice called them in for the evening. She knew that something was off, even if their mother tried her best to remain strong. It was a work related accident, they'd said. She assumed the details were spared for the sake of their juvenile hears, but it didn't stop the kids at school from whispering about their parents had heard. Every version was a more gruesome than the last, but in the end. the details didn't matter. Her father was gone and a big piece of the family feeling was too.
The loss didn't keep her mother from trying though. If anything, the woman's efforts tripled. Marcus took it harder than Parker did, or at least, he showed it more than she had managed to do. He got into trouble and when she tried like hell to keep him out of it, he seemed to push back a hundred times harder. She didn't quit though. He was her responsibility. At the age of five, she'd sworn to protect him from everything bad in the world and no matter his resistance, she wasn't going to stop.
Eventually, he worked through his grief and when there was no one else to fix, it came time for her own grief to consume her whole. She was freshly graduated from high school and everything in her burned. In hopes of the feeling passing, she continued on, but the longer she avoided the inevitable, the more it hurt. So, at the age of twenty, she took off to New York City. For what? She had no real plan in mind. There was nothing there for her. She worked odd jobs to keep her head above water, but a few years into it, she realized that running from her hometown wasn't going to solve the void in her chest.
Only coming to terms with her father's loss would. Once more, she packed her bags and returned home. She finished the degree she'd started and as if she hadn't taken a break from schooling at all. She completed various trainings and after a short volunteer stint with search and rescue, she passed the physical exam to become a park ranger.
Now, she's living in the mountains of Bighorn Hills on property she purchased with part of the funds her father had sat aside for her. It's not much, but the cabin is all she needs with a back porch view worth a million dollars.
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empressofthesunwriter · 8 months
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What if Kokushibo had a pupil, whom he taught the original Moon Breathing before he deserted the Demon Slayer Corps?
Mochizuki Yua was born only for these reasons: To become a Hashira and make her family a respected one in the Demon Slayer Corps.
But if you only live for the expectations of others, who are YOU truly?
What will it take to find yourself?
A long, hard journey awaits.
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The song Yua sings is the first opening from Demon Slayer Gurenge by Liisa. I thought it would be nice to have the opening as a real song in my fanfiction. ^^
Also, I Googled how long a rib takes to heal it's six weeks!
I don't know if the Mangaka intended to have the boys and Nezuko really for that long in the Wistaria Mansion since after EP 14 in EP 15 they were already healed up and it seemed to only have taken a few days.
That's why I decided to make a little slice-of-life chapter for these six weeks. Building foundation for relationships, future plot points, and  etc.
I hope you will like it!
If you like my story please leave a comment, a kudos, a like, a vote or a reblog.
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Chapter 5: Songs so sweet and sorrow
Do you know the feeling when your body slowly wakes up? When the dream you had still clung to you and you start to feel your body again as hearing comes back.
This moment before fully being awake, when all seems so real and unreal at the same time?
Tanjiro was currently in this state.
A part of him knew he was waking up, another still was in the dream about the happy days he had with his family. Before blood and death and the pain of being left behind only Nezuko as the anchor to this world.
While he was like this he heard a soft and beautiful voice sing.
“Finally, you've given me
A reason to be strong
And we'll stand
Hand in hand
Till the end
As my body's shaking
The future is out there waiting
For me to grasp the light
That's trembling just like my hand
I gotta keep it safe from fading
That's all that I want”
He never heard a song like that. It touched something deep in his heart like whoever sang understood what he was going through.
“The subtle scent of midnight
I spent all thirty nights
I glare up at the stars
Staring into the sky
The path I see before me
I know only I can change it
That's all that I need
Finally, you've given me
A reason to be strong
And we'll stand
Hand in hand
Till the end”
Being strong, going hand and hand, till the end…it fit him and Nezuko so much. Tanjiro wanted to become stronger to protect Nezuko, to one day turn her back into a human. They decide to stay together, whatever may come, holding each other's hands tight.
He felt how a tear slipped down his closed eye.
“As my body's shaking
The future is out there waiting
For me to grasp the light
That's trembling just like my hand
I gotta keep it safe from fading
That's all that I want
The subtle scent of midnight
I spent all thirty nights
I glare up at the stars
Staring into the sky
The path I see before me
I know only I can change it
That's all that I need”
Slowly he opened his eyes, starting to wake up. The red-haired boy wanted to know who sang so breathtakingly heartfully.
What he saw first was Zenitsu, sitting up from his futon, his knees up and his arms around them, while his head rested on them. He stared with formal heart eyes into the corner of the room where Yua and Nezuko had slept.
After yesterday, when Tanjiro had explained to his fellow Slayers, his and Nezuko’s story, Yua had taken Nezuko without a second thought under her wing.
The older girl pulled out a fifth futon from the closet, put it beside her, and told them that his sister should sleep in a bed and not in her box.
Then Yua proceeds to dress Nezuko into one of the kimonos of the Wistaria Mansion, of course in the bathroom, and even put his sister's hair in a side braid, since apparently if you have long hair it’s best to braid it before going to sleep.
Tanjiro was happy that Nezuko liked the attention she received from the older girl. He swore his sister even purred at Yua at one point before they all settled down for the night.
Now in the morning he follow Zenitsu’s line of sight and saw Nezuko happily humming along, while Yua was behind her combing her hair.
It took a few seconds before Tanjiro realized the amazing singer was Yua.
A little surprised sound came out of his mouth, then suddenly a hand, Zenitsus, clapped over his mouth and hissed in his ear: “Don’t ruin this moment! I never heard such angelic singing and humming! Nezuko-Chan and Yua-Senpai are divine beings and we shall humbly listen to their singing!”
Not like Tanjiro wanted to interrupt, he just was surprised. When Nezuko was still human, she liked to sing while she worked on her needlework. It was amazing hearing the voice of his sister again.
Yua-Senpai was what surprised him.
From what he had learned of her and smelled…she was tough and rough, yet was loving and gentle to younger ones.
Singing so heartbreakingly beautiful, with such a melodious and soft voice…it nearly didn’t fit her.
Nearly.
Tanjiro had smelled the deep and strong insecurity in Yua-Senpai and the overwhelming smell of lostness.
She was complicated. 
Maybe he could catch a moment today with her to talk and understand her better.
The midnight blue-haired beauty finished her singing and combing Nezuko’s hair.
“All done Nezuko-Chan.”, she said to her, fixing the elaborate braid she had made. “Now you are even prettier!”
The demon girl let out a cute squeal, touching her pretty braid in wonder. Then she turned and hugged the older girl.
Yua chuckled at this affectionate gesture, hugging the younger girl back.
“These two are so lovely!”, signed Zenitsu dreamily. “The most beautiful woman on this Earth.”
"Agatsuma, your words mean nothing to me."
Tanjiro could formally see the imagery giant boulder with Rejected written on it that falls on Zenitsu.
The blond cried out in sadness.
"Your voice is beautiful Yua-Senpai. It's something to be proud of.", told her Tanjiro honestly.
She made a little bow in his direction.
"Your words honor me, Kamado-San."
"That's so unfair!", wailed Zenitsu with tears streaming down his cheeks. "Why do you accept Tanjiro's compliment and not mine?!"
"Because Kamado-San doesn't try to get into my pants, Agatsuma.", deadpanned Yua, giving the cooing Nezuko head pats.
For that, Zenitsu got the major side eye from Tanjiro. He could smell that his new friend didn't have the purest thoughts.
The blond just wailed more and fell down on his futon.
Inosuke was the only one sleeping through all the noise.
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The group of four Demon Slayers and a demon had created a rhythm in the days they stayed in the Wisteria Mansion to heal from their wounds.
Yua and Nezuko were always the first to wake up. Both girls took a bath together, then while Yua sang she combed Nezuko’s hair, giving her a new pretty hairstyle every day.
Zenitsu woke up from the singing, listening to it and still admiring both beautiful young women in their company.
Tanjiro was the next to wake up and always made sure to tell his sister how pretty she looked and complimented Yua's singing.
Inosuke was always the last to wake up, then they would have breakfast and try somehow to pass the day.
Was it telling each other stories from their childhoods or about their works as Demon Slayers.
Hisa was so nice to even give them a few board games and it was a struggle to help Inosuke to understand what board games where good for and why they were played.
In the Wisteria Mansion was a little library, so they read also. Yua even tried teaching Inosuke the basics. Even when the wild boy didn't want to, she just grabbed him by his ear and made him repeat the Hiragana Alphabet. Tanjiro tried to help too but with a more gentle approach.
One night while they enjoyed dinner Zenitsu joked that Yua was like the father of their group, while Tanjiro was the mother.
This made Tanjiro blush a little and then even more as the young woman just said: "I would marry Kamado, hell even Hashibira, before I would consider going on a date with you, Agatsuma!"
Zenitsu’s wails could be heard from Kilometers, meanwhile, Inosuke asked them what the heck marriage was and they spent the rest of the night explaining it to him.
The wild boy took this as a chance to rile up Zenitsu the following days more to remind him that the older lady would rather have him than even consider Zenitsu for a second.
Tanjiro and Yua had to break them apart, only Nezuko seemed to giggle cutely at the scene before her.
When all was calm again Yua deadpanned just at Tanjiro and said: "Our kids are terrors, husband."
Something like a squeak comes out of Tanjiro, his cheeks changing color. He wondered how the older girl could just say things like that without embarrassment.
It was only her smell that indicated that she was just messing around and didn't see him as her spouse.
The red-haired boy didn't get why he felt disappointed.
When they all felt better they started to help around the Mansion aka. Yua and Tanjiro had to force Inosuke to help around.
Currently Tanjiro was hanging up the wet clothes with Yua and realized that they finally where alone for a moment.
This was the chance to get her to know better.
"Yua-Senpai, can I ask you something?", he began.
"Sure, Kamado-San what is it?"
"I don't want to cross any border.", he assured her. "It's just been on my mind these last few weeks."
"You can tell me Kamado-San I can see from your Aura you have only pure intentions."
"Right…forgot that for a second…also, Yua-Senpai when you told us you wanted to be a Hashira…why did you smell so much of grief and sadness and anger?"
This stopped the young woman from her task to hang up the wet clothes. 
Tanjiro smelled anxiety from her. Oh no, he didn't want to trouble her!
He couldn't even say sorry, as Yua hissed in fake anger, to hide her anxiety: "Kamado get your nose checked. I don’t feel like this about becoming a Hashira. It's an honor my family was skipped over for centuries, even with us being the strongest Slayers! It’s my duty and I'm proud to be the one to finally reach this goal!"
Maybe she could tell herself these lies, but the red-haired boy smelled the utter despair.
"Yua-Senpai, I see us as friends. I can smell your true feelings. It hurts me to see you in such anguish…did anybody ever ask you if you wanted to walk the path of a Demon Slayer?", he asked her, trying to keep his tears at bay.
The seventeen-year-old girl just stared straight ahead, still as a statue, a single tear rolling down her cheek.
"No…no one asked me.", she admitted in a broken voice. "But that’s not important, I have a duty to my family."
"But what about you?"
"Enough, Kamado, let’s never talk about this again."
With this, she turned and left him alone with the chore.
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Yua knew she was being a coward, yet she couldn't handle Tanjiro's pure concern for her.
He was the first who ever asked her if she wanted to be a Demon Slayer.
She couldn't handle it.
Him and his gentle and kind Aura. It was a temptation to just…hug him, telling him all her worries.
He reminded her of Kioko, her mother.
This was not good.
It could lead her astray from her way to becoming a Hashira, to finally be accepted by her grandfather and the whole Demon Slayer Corps.
She had a duty. That's why she was born into this world.
To clean the name of Mochizuki from the sins of their forefathers.
Nothing else could matter.
Not even herself.
She was an instrument.
"The only wish I have left in this world is that you find your happiness in life, my blossom."
The last words of her mother, before her sickness killed her, came to Yua.
Her mother was like Tanjiro, a gentle soul who loved her and her father with a fiery passion.
Mother had fought tooth and nail against her grandfather. Kioko had wanted her to decide if she became a Demon Slayer or not…but after learning she was the only one who could use Moon Breathing it had been a lost fight.
But the midnight blue-haired girl remembered how often her mother would hold her, when she cried from the wounds in training, her Aura gently catching her.
Another tear escaped Yua, which she brushed away fast.
Tanjiro was dangerous. He would be easy to love, that was clear.
And love was the last thing Yua needed in her life.
Love wouldn't get her closer to being a Hashira.
Better stomp this seed before it could blossom.
So for the next few days, Yua kept her distance from Tanjiro.
Oh she would talk to him and they would rile in Zenitsu and Inosuke, but she did her hardest to not be alone with the redhead. She still took care of Nezuko, because she liked the demon girl. It was easier to love her since it was completely platonic.
Anyway even if she stayed distant from him, Tanjiro's words didn't leave her brain. It was a hard fight to ignore them.
More often than not Yua wished Sayoko would be here. She needed her cousin to bitch about the situation she was in. Sayoko would surely have an idea to fix this.
It was a mess.
So days and days pass, they healed, and they get back on their feet.
Soon it would be time for a new mission.
Hopefully, this would make Yua forget this emotional mess she was in.
One could only hope.
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𝐀𝐍𝐀-𝐋𝐔𝐈𝐙𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐎 𝐃𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐀 ⁑ original character created for nightrestrp penned by moon!
[ isis valverde, cis woman, she/her ] - was that ana-luiza severo da silva i saw by the lighthouse today? i heard that the thirty-one year old who has been in nightrest for two months and works  as a travel agent has a reputation of being curious, but also unpredictable. they reside in ashmore & people in town usually associate them with overfilled passports, collections of stashed away photos, forgotten dreams. let’s hope the killer doesn’t go after them next.
𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 …
𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄:  ana-luiza severo da silva
𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄(𝐒):  analu; lizi
𝐀𝐆𝐄:  thirty-one years old
𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑:  cis woman
𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒:  she/her
𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:  bisexual
𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘…
she was born in nightrest to a big family, two girls and two boys made for a lively and very loud household. they were happy, healthy and that’s what mattered the most. the siblings were close and spend a good portion of their time together even when they had the choice of being with somebody else.
when analu was fourteen the dynamic in the family shifted. her parents weren’t getting along and it was obvious to the kids. what shattered their hearts though was the moment they announced their divorce and their mother’s decision to move back to brazil. her siblings didn’t want to leave their father, and although analu didn’t want to see her family fall apart she chose their mother and went with her.
junior year of high school analu came back to nightrest. her siblings had grown colder to her, their father tried everything to fix what was broken, but it was impossible.
the second ana-luiza graduated high school she left nightrest for college, but her plans changed and instead received opportunity to travel.
through the years she came back to nightrest several times, making it her permanent residence two months ago when word came her father was sick and someone had to look after him.
𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒…
somehow analu scored the jackpot when she uploaded a video to youtube and it received quite a bit of traction. that’s when she left college and turned her attention to full time travel vlogging.
about two years ago she uploaded her last video on youtube, focusing more on her instagram, but she doesn’t do any vlogging these days.
to earn her own keep analu started working as a travel agent when she came back two months ago.
𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐖 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐒…
i’d be more than happy if anyone decides on a silva sibling! there’s her baby sister, analu and her two older brothers.
throw me some angst with a relationship from town, or honestly anywhere because she travelled a lot, that completely failed, because she’s very unpredictable sometimes, and especially when she was vlogging, she didn’t stick to one place too long.
also friendships that could of gone cold for the same reason!
one night stands, fwb, exes good and bad terms.
maybe an old relationship with rekindling feelings, who knows?
give me everything
best friend/ride or die
maybe your muse tagged to one of her adventures!
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i. “take me down easy” - james henry jr. // ii. “avocado, baby” - los campesinos! // iii. “a horse with no name” - america
( yahya abdul-mateen ii, cis man, he/him ) — Look who it is! If you take a look at our database, you’ll find that LEVI ST. JAMES is a THIRTY-SIX year old VETERINARIAN that’s been in Chicago for TEN YEARS. According to the file, they’re a mutant on LEVEL TWO with the power of FIRE HORSE PHYSIOLOGY. That must be why they’re PASSIONATE and ASSERTIVE. If you ask me, they remind me of a liquor bottle marked by days, blazing chariots with no riders, an empty house where once there was a home. They are affiliated with NOBODY.
QUICK FACTS:
full name: levi joshua st. james
date of birth: april 30th, 1987
zodiac big three: taurus sun, leo moon, capricorn rising
gender & pronouns: cis man & he/him
sexual orientation: bisexual
ethnicity: black
nationality: american
languages spoken: english (5), spanish (4), french (4), italian (4)
enneagram: 1w2
mbti: istp
temperament: phlegmatic
alignment: lawful neutral
ability: fire horse physiology
affiliation: n/a
alias: n/a
BACKSTORY:
extremely barebones rn because i just wanna get the update up ! so just the important stuff !
triggers: mention of infidelity, alcoholism
same old song and dance - born to mama st. james after a brief hiatus between herself and dad st. james. was accepted just the same as any bio son !
that said, this time... it did not take long for anyone to realize he was a mutant because the motherfucker was born with hooves, fire, and a mane.
was able to shift the hooves and mane by the time he was grade-school aged, but never the flames on the side of his face. burning. breathing. heaving. fl- flames! (kael that one was for u)
time skippity skip
went to college in new york and met a woman, carina, whom he fell head over heels for. and her the same !
some years pass, he asks her to marry her, she says yes ! they have a great wedding !
some more years pass, she gets a job opportunity in chicago. wanting the best for his wife, thinking it a nice change of pace, and knowing his sister lived there, levi was like ‘oh hell yeah!’
some more years pass, they have their first child, charlotte.
do you love it ?
loves it.
roughly three years later, levi learns that there’s one facet left to his ability when he thought he’d discovered them all: immortality.
(idk how he discovered it yet maybe he should’ve died at some point maybe he met someone who just knew idk)
a history of alcoholism that has not yet been referenced because this is totally barebones ( a prev dead partner too ), he relapsed when he realized that he would not only outlive carina, but outlive his child. 
he would come home late and sloppy. he would miss work. he was probs fired idk! just bad timez all around, worsened when he found out carina had been having an affair. ( but he never got violent, just wanna make that clear :eyebrow_raised_emoji: ) 
when carina officially proposed a divorce, he was not happy about that... but, like... the fuck was he gonna do ? but he didn’t wanna lose his family unit :(
lol turns out charlotte really loved her dad because, unbeknownst to any of the three, she had some little pheromone mutation shit that made them stay together and got levi clean.
but it was broken, again with the help of bones, and carina assumed levi had something to do with it since it did directly what he wanted.
she got sole custody of charlotte, leaving levi with visitation rights... but he has a hunch that, if he were not visibly mutant, it would be split -- yes, he still may have less days, but his only crime would’ve been a history of alcoholism with no violent incidents and a clean slate for a year. nonetheless...
so now he’s fucking around and finding out.
got his job back, started going to AA meetings, started leaving the city when he needed a break as a whole -- the whole nine yards. but it still isn’t enough !
blahblahblah his daughter :eye_emoji:
TIMELINE:
1987: born to a family of mutants. is not the biological son of his father’s, but is treated as such. wants for little ! has a fiery mane and hooves.
1993: has already learned to shift his hooves into regular feet and do away with the mane, but will never be able to do away with the rest of the fire ( consult task for locations ).
2008: levi meets carina– aka, the woman who will wind up becoming his wife. they hit it off, no powers needed.
2011: levi proposes and she says yes ! they have a lovely little wedding !
2012: they relocate to chicago, where january is residing, due to a job opportunity.
2016: they start trying for a child.
2018: they have a daughter: charlotte. 
2021: levi learns he’s immortal which has made things rough in paradise. he’s turned back to drinking, leaving carina to pick up the pieces. she’s begun an affair. carina decides that it’s best for all involved if they get a divorce. the next day, everything was back to the way it had been... ( turns out charlotte had a little spell of her own -- one she wasn’t aware she was casting, but one that kept her dad in the picture )
2022: everything has been going so well ! then bones stepped in like the hero dog he is, did a lil nip nip, and made the spell drop. carina assumed levi had something to do with it since it had reinforced what he wanted and they had no other way to explain it. she wound up getting sole custody of charlotte but, because his only crime was a history of alcoholism with no violent incidents + he’d been sober for a year, he has a suspicion that a factor in why he didn’t get even two days... is because he’s a visible mutant and carina is not.
2022/2023: he’s been trying to get back into the habit of being… a good guy, to say the least. he’s been trying to become healthier with aa meetings, trying to make new friends, and branching out more, all in the hopes that he’ll gain more than just visitation rights.
HEADCANONS:
the kid he got to keep in the divorce ? their great dane, bones. blake had forgiven bones for the bite – dogs are too smart, it’s very canon that bones knew what was going on and had to find a way to alert them both! – but… he was levi’s concern now.
he still looks up to january – and not just because of how powerful she is. that said, her power can make him underestimate himself. between her ability to warp all of reality and his father’s ability to affect the whole world by changing the weather, he’s like “look at this cool party trick!” 
takes in every stray that comes to the vet and stays for over three weeks with no takers. he now has three cats and three dogs. cats: froot loop, frosted flake, mini wheat. dogs: bones ( the og! ), green bean, zucchini. then he also has a bearded dragon and some fishes.
on that note, an exercise junkie -- which is perfect for the big dogs ! they get lots of activity !
hopes to establish a decent rapport with carina again. he knows they’ve begun butting heads now, her angry over the spell she believes he cast, him angry over why she got sole custody... but, once upon a time, they loved each other. and they both love charlotte. he wants visitations to go smoothly, and he wants to be a proper dad to charlotte as opposed to someone uncle-adjacent.
often thinks ‘life is too short to hold grudges’... then remembers he’s immortal, lol.
will head out to the wooded areas beyond chicago when he really needs to escape... and turn into a fire horse...
idk i had other things to say but i forgot them! so i’ll add them later!
CONNECTION IDEAS:
his ex-spouse / co-parent of his daughter !!! filled so description has been deleted because that’s a long one !
besties ! there throughout the relationship through the divorce. 
co-workers ! some more vets or vet techs !
family ! i do believe the st. james family has been established as being fairly large, so… hit kael up first FAHODSUILAJS then me !
new people for him to love ! *eye-roll emoji* <- i just copied and pasted my old connections so this was tailored to lover boy levi, but i’ll keep it.
brainstorming !
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   •  •  •   unpunishable  by  ethel  cain :    spotted !    if  it  isn’t  athena  stark  walking  through  the  streets  of  nyc .    people  say  she  looks  like  meghann  fahy ,    but  i  really  don’t  see  it .    the  thirty  year  old  philanthropist  ,   singer  &  actress  is  out  here  making  mommy  and  daddy  proud .    while  they  have  been  known  to  be  alluring ,    we’ve  all  seen  their  unruly  nature  come  to  light .    sources  tell  me  they  remind  people  of  the  beloved  'it  girl' ,   melodic  laughter  ,   the  clink  of  a  martini  glass  ,   bedroom  eyes  .    /  ciswoman  /  she  &  her .
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♡     ◞        𝐷𝑂𝑆𝑆𝐼𝐸𝑅  ,   𝗍𝗁𝖾   𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗌 .
official   name  :  athena   meredith   stark  .   nickname  :  thena  .   birthdate  :  june   11th  ,   1992  .   birthplace  :  los   angeles  ,   california  .   citizenship  :  american  .   current   residence  :  beverly   hills  ,   los  angeles  .   gender  :  cis   female  ,   she / her   pronouns  .   orientation  :   bisexual  ,   biromantic  .   languages  :  english  ,   french  ,   spanish   &   russian   for   a   role  .   occupation  :   philanthropist  ,   singer   &   actress  .
♡     ◞        𝐷𝑂𝑆𝑆𝐼𝐸𝑅  ,   𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 .
faceclaim  :  meghann   fahy  .   height  :  five   foot  seven  .   build  :  slender .   eye   color  :  blue  .   hair   color  :  blonde  .  hair   style  :  favours   a   blowout .   signature   scent  :  angel   nova   by   thierry   mugler  .   style  :  effortless   chic  ,   inspired   by   kate   moss  ,   vixen   stereotypes  ,   using   sensuality   as   a   weapon  .    piercings  :   multiples   on   each   lobe  ,   double   helix   &   left   daith  .  tattoos  :  several  ,   see   here  .   scars  :   none  .
♡     ◞        𝐷𝑂𝑆𝑆𝐼𝐸𝑅  , 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 .  
big   three  :  gemini   sun  ,   scorpio   moon  ,   leo   rising  .   mbti  :  enfp  .   label  :  the   bellwether  .   traits  :  alluring  ,   unruly  ,   devious  ,   ambitious  .   character   inspo  :  serena   van   der   woodsen   (  gossip   girl  )  ,   samantha   jones   (  sex   in   the   city  )  ,   tanya   chesham-leigh   (  mama   mia  )  ,   lily   (  black   swan  )  .
♡     ◞        𝐷𝑂𝑆𝑆𝐼𝐸𝑅  ,    𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘭 .  
biological   father  :  bartholomew   stark  .   occupation  :  ceo   &   music   producer  .   biological   mother  :  evelyn   stark  .   occupation  :   entertainment   lawyer  .    siblings  : one   older   sister  .
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♡     ◞        𝑩𝑰𝑶𝑮𝑹𝑨𝑷𝑯𝒀  ,   𝘵𝘩𝘦   𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 .
second  born  to  celebrity  dynasty ,   her  mother  a  notable  entertainment  lawyer  and  her  father  a  ceo  /  music  producer .   majority  of  their  focus  fell  on  her  older  sister ,   leaving  athena  in  the  shadows  for  much  of  her  childhood .   perks  of  being  the  second  born .
the  large  focus  on  her  sister  meant  parents  had  barely  any  time  to  spend  being  responsible  and  caring  guardians ,   instead  they  opted  to  send  her  to  switzerland  where  she  attended  private  school  from  age  5 - 18 .
boarding  school  was  a  hoot  for  the  blonde ,   sneaking  out  of  her  dorm ,   befriending  the  nearby  boys  school ,   throwing  parties ,   causing  havoc  and  cheating  on  her  exams .  
when  she  was  seven ,   she  returned  for  holiday  break  to  the  family’s  chalet  in  aspen .   during  this  time  she  was  informed  that  her  popstar  of  a  sister  had  been  caught  with  her  third  dui ,   which  then  followed  a  lengthy  lecture  as  to  why  she  should  strive  to  be  nothing  like  her  older  sister .
returning  home  once  eighteen  came  with  a  multitude  of  new  responsibilities ,   most  of  which  involved  being  controlled  and  scrutinised  by  parents .  focus  now  shifted  onto  the  youngest  stark  to  allow  parents  to  leech  off  celebrity ,   while  she  did  as  she  was  told  athena  still  opted  to  rebel .  
athena’s  sister  had  seen  the  error  of  their  ways  and  cut  ties  with  their  parents ,   ultimately  why  they’d  eagerly  turned  their  attention  to  her .
at  ninteen  athena  left  to  new  york  to  attend  julliard’s  drama  programme ,  which  she  gained  top  marks  for  and  obtained  her  masters .   during  this  time  was  when  she  had  her  first  real  relationship ,   the  only  person  she’d  ever  told  she’d  loved ,   ultimately  breaking  it  off  due  to  issues  with  trust  and  opening  up  fully .
disappointedly  the  stark  parents  watched  as  their  youngest  daughter  took  after  their  eldest ,   falling  into  the  partying  scene ,   dabbling  in  drug  use  and  plenty  of  alcohol .   her  punishments  were  more  severe  than  the  ones  her  sister  had  received  due  to  their  parents  determined  not  to  ‘screw  up’  with  another  daughter .   
it  wasn’t  long  before  the  whirlwind  blonde  started  raking  on  roles .   her  first  ever  role  was  as  new  york’s  it  girl ,   serena  van  der  woodsen ,   on  gossip  girl .   after  that  she  worked  on  several  projects ,   her  most  notable  work  including  her  role  as  amy  dunne  in  gone  girl  and  her  reoccurring  role  in  the  mcu  as  natasha  romanoff .
her  increase  in  popularity  brought  the  harsh  microscope  of  the  media ,   watching  her  every  move ,   emphasising  her  mistakes ,   starting  rumours  etc .   a  lot  of  the  posts  regarding  the  blonde  were  of  her  partying  and  acting  chaotically ,   which  eventually  gained  her  the  reputation  of  hollywood’s  wild  child .
ever  since  her  return  from  switzerland  athena  has  been  under  the  controlling  vice  of  her  parents  wishes ,   at  first  it  was  easier  to  abide ,   feeling  a  sense  of  duty  to  them  after  being  away  for  so  long ,   more  recently  she’s  found  acting  out  suits  her  better .    
femme’s  fear  of  relationships  stems  from  turbulent  dynamic  with  parents .   inability  to  open  up  nor  let  people  in  makes  it  difficult  for  more  than  a  hook  up  to  bloom ,  her  fears  are  also  set  in  being  distrustful  and  the  idea  of  being  controlled  by  a  significant  other  like  parents  had  done .  because  of  this  athena  opts  for  fleeting  relationships ,   one  night  stands ,   hook  ups ,   flirtationships ,   anything  to  keep  others  at  an  arms  length .  
the  strained  relationship  with  her  parents  and  their  incessant  lectures  about  not  turning  out  like  her  sister  has  made  athena  grow  to  dislike  her  older  sister .   often  keeping  herself  far  away  from  her  reach .
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♡     ◞        𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑬  ,   𝘵𝘩𝘦   𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴 .
athena   wishes  she  had  spent  more  time  in  los  angeles  growing  up ,   never  having  the  stability  other  children  has  made  it  difficult  for  her  to  settle  down .
she  absolutely  refuses  to  let  the  outdated  stereotype  of  aging  women  in  hollywood  be  applied  to  her .   hence  all  the  partying .
she  is  currently  in  talks  to  take  on  another  substantial  role .
athena  has  been  the  spokesperson  for  an  array  of  designer  brands  over  the  years ,   her  relationships  with  these  fashion  houses  is  still  intact  to  this  day .
she  is  more  than  happy  to  put  someone  in  their  place ,   generally  unconcerned  if  doing  so  will  bring  bad  press .   she’d  rather  speak  her  mind  than  be  a  passive  bystander .
athena  is  well  known  for  being  having  a  chaotic  persona ,   always  up  for  a  wild  night  on  the  town  or  doing  something  crazy .
she  often  uses  her  sexuality  to  her  advantage  on  a  regular  basis ,   knowing  how  mindless  some  individuals  can  be  when  faced  with  idea  of  bedding  her .
the  recent  (  and  very  public  )  case  of  her  stalker  has  caused  athena  to  distance  herself  from  a  lot  of  close  friends  and  she  has  slowly  begun  falling  back  into  her  parents  clutches .
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squidproquoclarice · 2 years
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Yeehawgust Day 11: Blood Moon
November 1926
Fortune’s Favor, New Caledonia
The thing was, Buck Jones knew this was one of those moments upon which a life turned.  Things could never be the same again.  Trouble was that he was busy trying to not spill that life out into the dust of the desert, strength ebbing from him by the moment.
He looked up, seeing the red haze over the moon.  Blood moon.  Guess Frenchy called it true.  Blood got spilled all right. He just hadn’t expected it to be his.  How had it all happened like this?  Things had changed so fast, like a viper’s strike, and it felt like one minute they’d been making a plan for the Wells Fargo payroll stage, preparing for a big score.  Then suddenly Harry was yelling about him being a traitor, and guns got drawn, and now here he was, where they’d left him.  Not even a backwards glance from any of them, after all these years, just curses and contempt as they passed him by, heading for the horses.  They hadn’t even killed him clean, just left him here to bleed out.
He’d been with Frenchy DuBois since he’d been thirteen years old.  Robbed his first bank by his mentor’s side at twenty-one.  He’d never expected to make it to thirty as he had.  Way things were going, though, seeing thirty-one might be a marvel.
Gritting his teeth, holding back a bark of pain, he forced himself to roll over, panting with the effort, hand jammed against his side in an effort to keep what blood he had left where it belonged…
“Jack!”  
Pulled suddenly from the world of woe that Buck Jones found himself in, Jack looked up at the sound of his father’s husky voice.  “Yeah, Pa?”  He glanced at the clock, saw it was after two already, and swore.  “Shit.  I lost track of time.” 
John shook his head.  “Some things never change,” he said wryly, fondly.  “You with your nose buried in a book?  That’s one of them.  Don’t much matter whether you’re reading it or writing it.”     
“All right, all right,” he muttered.  Elijah “Buck” Jones might have been betrayed and on the verge of dying at thirty, but John “Jack” Roberts Jr. proved that thirty wasn’t too old to feel as flustered as he’d ever been as a kid.  “Uncle Arthur and Aunt Sadie on their way?”
“Yeah, they’ll be here soon.  Uncle Charles and Aunt Karen ain’t too far behind.  Just be downstairs in about twenty minutes, yeah?”
“Sure.”
As he turned right back to the plight of an outlaw at the crossroads of his life, Ruthie poked her head into Jack’s room as well.  “Momma says she needs more firewood.”
“Ruthie, I’m trying to work...I’ve got a deadline.”  Never mind that he was most definitely not working on any news article to do with the happenings in Queensbury.  He loved his family, and Thanksgiving together would be a pleasure, but seriously, he did need to get some work done.  Trouble was the story seemed to be pushing its way forward, elbowing the news articles right out of the way.
“It’s Ruth, not Ruthie,” she insisted, blue eyes snapping with temper.  Fourteen and a half, because she insisted on the half being noted.  At that age of wanting so much to be a grownup, and leaping at every scrap of dignity and gravitas possible, wanting to leave any vestige of childhood behind.
When he was fourteen, he’d been working on a farm too, albeit a much poorer one than this.  He didn’t like to think much about the hard realities of what his father or Uncle Arthur had been doing at fourteen.  Let alone his mother.
He’d only had a couple years here up in Canada before heading off to college, but they’d done a lot to help assuage the uncertainty and turmoil of the years that had come before.  The years where his books, and the stories in his head, had been his comfort and shield against far too many things.
He looked at her, calming himself down.  He saw too much of a kindred spirit in his little sister.  She was a quiet one, thoughtful, worlds existing within her own mind.  So different from little Gracie, who’d been all sunshine and smiles, until the day she was gone.  Took a lot of the sunshine and smiles out of the Marstons with her.  Ruthie–Ruth–would at least get to grow up.  “OK, Ruth.  Sorry.  You grow up so much these days.”  Even in just the few weeks or so between his visits back to the farm.  Even if in his mind he could so easily still see her as a little girl with two braids and a scraped knee that he’d helped bandage, giving her a cookie and assuring her it would be all right.  
Both of their tempers backed down now, she said, “So, can you help me with the firewood?”
He sighed, smiling at her, and pushed up from his chair.  “Sure.”  Buck Jones’ recovery and redemption could wait.  Right now, there was a reality of Thanksgiving with a large and sometimes loud and loving extended clan, and that felt like what he needed. 
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