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Angron: Red Angel
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Angron: The Red Angel Cover Art
by Alfie Garland
#chaos#khorne#primarch#daemon prince#angron#world eaters#daemon#dark imperium#warhammer#warhammer 40k#warhammer 40000#40k#alfie garland
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Call the Midwife OC Masterlist (wip)
Julia Lennon
Full Name: Julia Frances Lennon
Nickname(s): Jule, Lennon
Face Claim: Lili Reinhart
Fic Title: TBD
Series: 3-?
Status: Midwife
Love Interest: Trixie Franklin
Connections: Jenny Lee (fellow midwife), Trixie Franklin (fellow midwife), Cynthia Miller (fellow midwife), Chummy Noakes (fellow midwife)
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Evelyn Allen
Full Name: Evelyn Marjorie Allen
Nickname(s): Eve
Face Claim: Shannon Purser
Fic Title: TBD
Series: 3-?
Status: Midwife
Love Interest: Cynthia Miller
Connections: Jenny Lee (fellow midwife), Trixie Franklin (fellow midwife), Cynthia Miller (fellow midwife), Chummy Noakes (fellow midwife)
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Ella Garland
Full Name: Helen Bertha Garland
Nickname(s): Ella
Face Claim: Madelaine Petsch
Fic Title: TBD
Series: 3-?
Status: Midwife
Love Interest: Sister Winifred
Connections: Jenny Lee (fellow midwife), Trixie Franklin (fellow midwife), Cynthia Miller (fellow midwife), Chummy Noakes (fellow midwife)
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Shanti Deshpande
Full Name: Shanti Deshpande
Nickname(s):
Face Claim: Suhana Khan
Fic Title: TBD
Series: 13-?
Status: Midwife
Love Interest: Alfred Huntingdon, Viscount Beaumont
Connections: Beryl Bowling (fellow midwife), Trixie Franklin (fellow midwife), Naomi Jacobs (fellow midwife), Pauline Taylor (fellow midwife)
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Pauline Taylor
Full Name: Pauline Christina Taylor
Face Claim: Erinn Westbrook
Fic Title: TBD
Series: 13-?
Status: Midwife
Love Interest:
Connections: Beryl Bowling (fellow midwife), Shanti Deshpande, Trixie Franklin (fellow midwife), Naomi Jacobs (fellow midwife)
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Beryl Bowling
Full Name: Beryl Mary Bowling (née Alexander)
Face Claim: Tessa Thompson
Fic Title: TBD
Series: 13-?
Status: Nurse, Midwife
Love Interest:
Connections: June Bowling (daughter), George Bowling (husband, deceased), Shanti Deshpande, Trixie Franklin (fellow midwife), Naomi Jacobs (fellow midwife), Pauline Taylor (fellow midwife)
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Naomi Jacobs
Full Name: Naomi Hannah Jacobs
Nickname(s): Nomi
Face Claim: Carey Mulligan
Fic Title: TBD
Series: 13-?
Status: Nurse, Midwife, Doctor-in-training
Love Interest: Timothy Turner
Connections: Beryl Bowling (fellow midwife), Shanti Deshpande, Trixie Franklin (fellow midwife), Pauline Taylor (fellow midwife)
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Vicky Shore
Full Name: Victoria Grace Shore
Nickname(s): Vicky
Face Claim: Tuppence Middleton
Fic Title: TBD
Series: 10-?
Status: Trainee midwife
Love Interest:
Connections: Georgette Baines (fellow trainee), Nancy Corrigan (fellow trainee), Janice Cowan (fellow trainee), Caroline Gilchrist (fellow trainee), Alison Hopkiss (fellow trainee)
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Marian Beecham
Full Name: Marian Jane Beecham (née Simmons)
Face Claim: Clare Calbraith
Fic Title: TBD
Series: 8/9-?
Love Interest: Valerie Dyer
Connections: Oliver Beecham (husband, deceased)
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Caroline Gilchrist
Full Name: Caroline Matilda Louise Gilchrist
Nickname(s): Caddie, Caddie-Lou
Face Claim: Cara Theobald
Fic Title: TBD
Series: 10-?
Status: Trainee midwife
Love Interest:
Connections: Sister Julienne (great-aunt), Georgette Baines (fellow trainee), Nancy Corrigan (fellow trainee), Janice Cowan (fellow trainee), Alison Hopkiss (fellow trainee), Vicky Shore (fellow trainee)
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June Bowling
Full Name: June Harriet Bowling
Nickname(s): Junie
Face Claim: Leah Jeffries
Fic Title: TBD
Series: 13-?
Love Interest: N/A
Connections: Beryl Bowling (mother), George Bowling (father, deceased)
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Alfred Huntingdon, Viscount Beaumont
Full Name: Alfred Edmund Geoffrey Huntingdon, Viscount Beaumont
Nickname(s): Alfie
Face Claim: Tom Blyth
Fic Title: TBD
Series:
Love Interest: Shanti Deshpande
Connections:
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#masterlist#my ocs#julia lennon#evelyn allen#ella garland#shanti deshpande#pauline taylor#beryl bowling#naomi jacobs#vicky shore#marian beecham#caroline gilchrist#june bowling#alfie huntingdon#call the midwife
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Norsemen & Anglo-Saxons Chapter 1
Here's the new story! I hope y'all like it.
Viking!Bucky
Warnings: eventual smut, abuse, violence, animal attack, blood
The New Year was upon them. The castle was bustling with maids and squires decorating and scrambling to get everything ready in time. The halls were filled up with garlands, pinecones, dried oranges, berries, and candles lit every ten feet. A large tree had been hauled into the great hall during Christmas Time and decorated with the same oranges, berries and pinecones, as well as ornamental pieces that shone through the branches in the candlelight. The last seasonal ball was to be held in a few days time, and the noble families from all over the Isles had traveled in to be part of the festivities.
Princess Y/N watched the chaos in boredom as her little brother Prince Alfred, or Alfie, ran around the room with a stream of ribbon in hand, singing holiday songs at the top of his lungs. As much as she loved and adored him their age difference was definitely apparent during these moments. “I watched three ships come sailing in on Christmas day on Christmas day…”
“Alfie if you sing that wretched song one more time I will–”
“You will do nothing,” her mother, Queen Eugenia interrupted as she walked into the great hall to inspect the decorations. “After all these years of training, you still resort to violence, you ridiculous child.”
“And you still call me a child when I near my thirtieth year, Mother,” Y/N spat back. “Perhaps my penchant for violence comes from my frustration with said training and the constant degradation of my age and ability.”
“Your petulance and independence has made you unmarriable and therefore a thorn in my side,” Eugenia sighed.
“There have been no, as you and Father called them, “suitable” suitors to marry me off to, Mother. And this,” she held out her hand, opening her palm, wherein a green orb of light appeared, “scares you both to death.”
“Put your hand away!” Eugenia ran over and slapped Y/N’s hand down before anyone could see. “Stop being so careless!”
Y/N rolled her eyes. “Yes, Mother.”
Eugenia sat next to her. “You will attend tonight’s ball, dressed appropriately, with a smile on your ungrateful face and nothing but patient, polite mannerisms escaping that mouth of yours. And you will not play tricks,” she looked pointedly at Y/N’s hands.
Y/N glared at her. “Yes, Mother.”
Eugenia sighed again. “Go get ready.”
Y/N left the great hall as Alfie continued singing away. Her lady’s maid followed her as she roamed the halls towards her room. The only ones who knew about her ability were her family, the royal advisory court and her lady’s maid. No one had been able to figure out what to do with it. She didn’t have a handle on it, either. She could manipulate objects and people’s bodies to move how she wanted, heal minor injuries, and when touching someone she was able to see their thoughts and feel their feelings. She could feel that there was something more to it, that her power had the potential to grow, and yet she and her ability had been tamped down so heavily from the moment she first started exhibiting it that she was unable to truly hone it and see what she was capable of. The advisors had researched their history and fairy tale books extensively and could not find a rhyme or reason as to why she had this power. The only reason she had not been burned at the stake as a witch was because her father thought it could be useful to him and his never ending battle against the Norsemen.
Y/N had only seen one Norseman in her entire life. Her father had captured one after a horrible battle and brought him back from the battlefield. He was what they called a Berserker, a Norseman warrior that would lose all sense of self-preservation and run into battle like a feral animal, like they were out of their minds and drunk with bloodlust. Her father had put them in a room together, separated by a line of thin prison bars. The Norseman didn’t try to attack her, just watched her intently. Her father told her to try her powers on him, see what she could make him do. Y/N had refused, so her father flogged her to try and make her submit. The Norseman had become so incensed by her father’s mistreatment that he had broken through the bars, bending them like they were butter, and just as he was about to lay his hands on her father she threw her hands up. The Norseman was encircled in the green light, stopping him midair. Her father gave the first genuine smile towards her she had seen in years.
The guards had shackled him and took him away shortly after that. The look in his eyes as they dragged him away was one of shock and betrayal. Y/N couldn’t stand it, and that night snuck through the castle to the dungeon. She had found secret passages as a child that she used regularly, and slipped through undetected. She stole the keys and found his cell. He was awake, and when he heard the jingle of the keys he looked up at her. His eyes widened and he scurried towards the farthest wall from her.
“I’m not here to hurt you,” Y/N had whispered, holding her hands up. He watched her carefully as she unlocked the door and swung it open. She had stepped away, giving him room to leave. He had slowly walked out of the cell, watching her constantly. He stepped away towards the nearest exiting door. “Run,” she whispered as she backed away from him, keeping her hands up.
He stopped for a moment. He cleared his throat and asked in perfect English, “Are you a witch?”
Y/N had blinked at him in surprise. “I…I don’t know,” she answered honestly. This man could kill her in a second without making a sound, and yet he merely nodded. “Thank you, Drottning,” he bowed his head to her then ran off towards the door.
Y/N had never seen or heard from him again. The castle had been abuzz with confusion and fear upon finding him missing the next morning, but they ultimately decided that the barbarian had his ways and wasn’t worth pursuing.
Y/N had never trusted her father again after that day, and had steered clear of him whenever and however she could. He only wanted her for her power and what it could do for him. He didn’t love her, he didn’t love Alfie. He was a true English King, hoarding power and wealth wherever he could.
Y/N dressed in her holiday best for the ball and begrudgingly entered the great hall later that night. The party was in full swing, nobles dancing together as the music played, the King and Queen laughing madly at the jester performing in front of them. The wine was flowing, making the crowd more rowdy by the second. As Y/N ascended the stage where the King and Queen sat she saw two short legs poking out and found Alfie hiding behind the Queen’s wide throne chair. She quickly walked over and pulled him into her arms. “What are you doing here, Alfie? It’s late, and this is no place for a young boy,” she scolded him.
“Papa said I had to be here, because I’m to be king, and this is what kings do,” he mumbled. Y/N glared over at her father, who was drinking himself into a stupor. Alfie was a mere 11 years old, and already her father was trying to sink his dirty claws into the little boy’s mind and heart.
“No, Alfie, this is not how kings should act,” Y/N reassured him as she ran her fingers through his hair. “Let’s get you to bed.”
Suddenly there was a loud bang and a whistling as wind whipped through the hall from where the front doors burst open. A thunderous roar from what seemed like hundreds of men swarming the hall filled the room, echoing through the high ceilings and making Alfie cover his ears. Y/N held him close as she huddled behind the throne, concealing him and herself as best as possible. There were shouts and screams from the nobles as the men started to cut many of them down, pushing and beating others as they made their way to the stage.
The King and Queen sat in shocked silence as they watched their guards and nobles die or be captured around them. Y/N glanced around looking for an escape and saw men standing in the higher windows, pointing arrows at the royals. She knew they were seen and so any attempt to run would be met with death.
Heavy footsteps walked up the stage steps, and before she could even move large hands were hefting her and Alfie from behind the chair. They ripped Alfie from her arms and she screamed, trying to get ahold of him again as he cried and tried to grab for her. Y/N’s body was wrenched around and she came face to face with a familiar looking man.
“Hello, Drottning, remember me?” the Norseman from years earlier smiled at her.
“You!” Y/N breathed as her eyes widened.
The Norseman chuckled as he led her to the front of the stage to stand next to her Mother and Father who sat dumbfounded on their thrones, Alfie on the other side of them being held back by another man. Y/N looked around and even through her fear was struck by the attractive nature of these men. Most of them were spattered in blood and sweat from fighting, and yet she had never seen so many handsome men. The yelling started to die down as one Norseman walked forward, assumedly the leader, the rest of them parting to let him through. The one approaching her and her family was easily one of the most beautiful men she had ever seen in her life. His long, dark brown hair was half tied back with braids that had ornaments of beads and metal cuffs attached to them. His full beard was cut neatly and framed his pink lips, which were stretched into a menacing smirk. His blue eyes shone bright like the ocean just after a storm, and she could see the mischievous glint in them as he scanned the family. He was covered in Norse battle gear from just under his jaw to his feet, a large sheathed sword on his right side and a war hammer at his left. His left arm was bare, and upon further inspection Y/N realized it wasn’t flesh, but some kind of metal, yet it looked and functioned like a normal arm. He was huge, like all the other men, tall and broad. His eyes settled on her and he appraised her, giving her a long look up and down. Y/N straightened herself under his stare, refusing to bow or show weakness to him. His smirk deepened at her as he looked back at her parents.
“King Henry, Queen Eugenia,” he greeted them in a deep, booming voice. “I am James Barnes, Jarl of the Danes, or Norsemen as you like to call us.” He nonchalantly took a half eaten pastry off the table closest to him and popped it in his mouth, chewing it slowly. “What a lovely party. We missed our invitation,” he said with a sly smile, making his men laugh heartily around him.
Henry just couldn’t help himself as he stood up. “You aren’t wanted, heathens! Leave immediately!”
“Now now, Henry, is that any way to speak to the ones who have conquered you?” James admonished him. “I’ve come to make peace, and you want to scream insults?”
Y/N silently gasped. Peace? With the Norsemen?
“Make peace? While you murder my nobles and threaten my family? That’s preposterous,” Henry scoffed. Y/N glared at her father, silently wishing for him to shut up.
“Well you could either choose peace, or watch the rest of your nobles and your family die, starting with your heir,” James threatened, glancing at Alfie. Y/N squirmed against the Norseman behind her at the threat. “And we’ll make some stops along the way to some of your most prosperous cities and take what we need. The choice is yours.”
“That’s no choice!” Henry yelled and then started to move towards James. “You wretched, barbaric–”
A whistle sounded through the hall as an arrow was loosed. It flew straight towards Alfie’s chest. Y/N’s hand yanked out of the Norseman’s hand that was holding her and stretched toward her brother as she screamed, “NO!”
The arrow stopped, hovering right in front of Alfie’s heart, surrounded by the green light. The men gasped, James staring at Y/N with an awestruck smile on his face. “So it’s true,” he whispered. Y/N flicked her wrist and the arrow went flying towards the wall and shattered. Before she could even drop her hand James was in front of her. He looked at the Norseman holding her back and nodded to him. “Thor, is this the English witch of royal blood who freed you?”
The man behind her nodded and lightly shoved her into his arms. James held her by her arms and looked down at her. “What’s your name, Princess?”
Y/N could only stare at his bright blue eyes, her heart hammering in her chest at exposing herself and her ability. “Y/N,” she whispered.
“Y/N,” he repeated it like it was a prayer. “I’ve been talking to the wrong person.” He pulled her forward to face her family. “Henry, you’ve been hiding something,” he chuckled as he plopped his chin on her shoulder so they were cheek to cheek and ran his fingers up and down her arms, the metal ones sending chills up her spine. “She’s the one with power, not you.” Henry glared at her, a hateful look on his face. “Oh, I see,” James’ voice became sharper. “You feel threatened by her, so you’ve hid her away, stomped on her potential to grow,” Y/N was nearly shaking as she felt the adrenaline rush through her. “She’s a goddess among you pathetic royals,” he kissed the side of her head, “and you wanted to reduce her to a torture device. You let the magic go to waste.” He turned her towards him again and dipped his face to be at eye level with her. “We have magic at home. We can help you learn and grow,” Y/N’s eyes widened at him. “So I ask you, Princess Y/N. What do you choose, death or peace?”
Y/N exhaled a shaky breath as she stared at him. As he touched her she let her ability slip into his mind. She could find no lie in his words. He and his people were tired, the constant war depleting their resources and wiping out families. They won the battles more often than lost, but it had put a strain on their lives. His mention of magic seemed real, too, with glimpses and flashes of things that were unexplainable popping up in his mind. Y/N thought about her people and how the English had been begging for peace for years as well, all of it falling on her father’s greedy, prideful ears. She could tell James was good, and only wanted good for his men and his people.
“I propose an allyship,” she said. James blinked and his eyebrows furrowed at her. “A peace treaty with a tradition as old as time,” she clarified, gulping quickly. “We join our families in marriage.” His eyes flicked between hers, like he was studying her. His men around him mumbled as they considered the idea. “If you are unmarried,” she amended, since she wasn’t sure, “or if someone in your nobility is unmarried, I will come with you as a peace offering, a marriage tribute. You will have me, and my power, and leave my family and my people be,” she said, trying to look and sound every bit the princess her mother had always wanted her to be. “And we will end this war and finally bring peace to our people.”
James stood straight, towering over her. He watched her for another moment, then stepped back and looked to his men behind him. Two of them walked up and spoke to him quietly. Y/N waited on baited breath as they consulted with each other. They stood back and he turned toward her again. “Done,” he said simply, the smirk returning to his lips. Y/N nodded and quietly sighed. “My Drottning,” he spoke lowly, holding out his metal hand. She put her right hand into his metal hand, admiring it.
“What does that mean?” she asked him.
“My Queen,” he winked at her. Y/N blushed deeply. He turned to his men and held her hand up high in his. “We have peace!” he yelled triumphantly. The thunderous roar returned as they cheered, their hands and swords and axes held high as they hugged each other and drank some of the wine left on the tables around them. James dropped their joined hands and kissed the hand he held, making her blush again. “Say goodbye to your family, Drottning, we leave immediately.”
He let her go and she ran up the stairs towards her family. She ignored her parents altogether, grabbing Alfie and holding him tight against her.
“Don’t go,” Alfie cried as his fingers clutched her dress.
“I have to,” Y/N cried as she carded her fingers through his hair. “You listen to me,” she knelt in front of him and held his face in her hands, “you remember what I’ve taught you.” He nodded frantically. “Do not listen to Father,” he nodded again, making her father sneer at them next to her. “I’ve seen it in you,” she whispered, laying a hand against his heart then tapping her finger to her head. “You will become one of the greatest kings England has ever known, as long as you don’t do as Father has done. You will bring continued peace and prosperity, you hear me?” She wiped his tears away. “Because you are a good boy, and will become a great man. My little king,” she kissed his forehead firmly before pulling away.
Alfie cried harder as she stepped away from him. She turned to her father. “Stay away from him,” she warned him, glancing at Alfie. “I have procured a peace that you, and your father, and your father’s father could never have dreamed of,” she sneered back at him. “Do good by our people, for once in your miserable life.” She glared at him before turning back towards James who stood patiently waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs.
His men were slowly retreating out of the great hall as he held his hand out for her again. She took it as he flashed one last glance and triumphant smile at her father before leading her out the front doors. As they walked through the courtyard and towards the horses waiting for them he glanced at her attire.
“Hm, this won’t do while riding,” he said as he twirled her around. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows at him. “Where’s your lady’s maid?”
Y/N looked around and saw the telltale eyes peeking from behind the stables. “May,” she pointed.
James summoned her forward out of hiding. She quickly ran across the courtyard and into Y/N’s arms, sobbing as Y/N pet her hair. “Miss May, go fetch your princess’ riding clothes and some simple dresses for travel,” James instructed her. May stared at him with wide eyes, looking at Y/N who nodded to her. She was escorted back inside with Thor to get Y/N’s things packed.
As they stood there waiting, the snow started to fall. Y/N looked up and sighed as the cold kissed her face, a welcome reprieve to her inflamed cheeks from the night’s tension. She looked towards James who was already looking at her.
“What do I call you?” she asked him.
“You can call me Bucky,” he said.
“Bucky?” she asked, a small smirk pulling her lips.
“A nickname,” he laughed at her perplexed look. “Saved for those closest to me. And since you’ll be my queen–”
“So it is you I’ll be marrying then?” Y/N asked.
“Yes,” Bucky laughed harder. “I guess I didn’t make that very clear.”
“Hm,” Y/N hummed. “You have a very English name...James.”
“Yes,” he agreed, sighing as he looked at the falling snowflakes. “We Norsemen and you Anglo-Saxons are not that different from each other,” he said with a twinkle in his eye as he winked at her again.
Y/N pondered that as May came out holding Y/N’s riding clothes and boots with Thor holding a small trunk that he loaded onto one of the wagons they had waiting. May ran back to Y/N.
“Go change, and then we’ll be off,” Bucky excused Y/N, who led May over to the stables. They went into an empty bay and May quickly stripped Y/N out of her gown and into her riding clothes.
“My lady,” May said as she held Y/N’s crown in her hands. Y/N looked at it and gingerly took it from her. She stared at it for a moment before giving it back to her. She gave May another hug.
“Take it, my love,” she said as May sobbed in her arms again. “Run away and marry that stable boy, Ben, and use it to live long happy lives together,” she said as she pulled away.
May nodded as she cried, gathering up the gown as she said goodbye.
Y/N came back out in her riding clothes. She approached Bucky who was preparing his horse. He mounted it and held his hand out to her. She took it and he helped hoist her behind him on the saddle. He wrapped her hands around his waist then she felt him tying her wrists together.
“What–” she started, trying to look over his shoulder.
“So you don’t run off,” Bucky cocked an eyebrow at her in warning as he looked back at her.
“I won’t,” Y/N promised.
“That’s what they all say,” Bucky chuckled before he turned to his men who were all waiting. “To Danmark!!”
“To Danmark!” they all yelled, and the pounding of hooves rang through the night as they all rode out of the courtyard and into the English countryside.
Y/N’s arms tightened around Bucky, her head tucking in between his shoulder blades as the winter wind stung her face. She was not going to run and wanted to prove it to him. She wanted peace, even if it meant giving up herself to get it. After about an hour they all started to slow as they reached the water’s edge where multiple ships were docked, secured by other Norsemen who waited anxiously for them.
Bucky untied the rope around her wrists then dismounted. He held his hands up to her hips and helped her down as well. He inspected her wrists, giving them a short rub. “I’m sorry,” he whispered as he pressed a kiss to each wrist. Y/N was surprised at his affection, but welcomed it in the moment. He pulled her towards one of the boats. He helped her step onto it and settled her into a corner of the stern that was covered in furs and quilts. He pulled one of the furs up and covered her with it, securing it around her shoulders. There was plenty of room around her as she got herself comfortable.
“It’s going to be a four day journey, Drottning,” Bucky kneeled in front of her. “This area is for all of us to sleep, so you’ll have at least a few men next to you, but don’t fear,” he reassured her at the look on her face, “they’re harmless. Just tired.”
Y/N looked around at the men loading themselves into the boat, many of them taking seats at the benches where the oars were sitting. She felt worried but nodded at him. He gave her a smile and stepped away to help load more things into the boats. They all worked methodically together until in just a few minutes they were ready to pull off. Bucky was stationed at one of the oars as well, giving the signal and they shoved off the shore.
Y/N watched the men in her boat and the others row in perfect unison. She admired their strength and the way they all seemed to be of one mind as they worked together to get into a good rhythm, making the boat fly through the water. The rhythmic rowing lulled her to sleep as she snuggled down into the furs below her.
She woke a few hours later. It was still dark out, the rowing still going strong. As she shifted to get more comfortable she felt a heavy weight around her waist. She panicked until she turned and saw Bucky’s peaceful face sleeping next to her, his metal arm resting on her side. Y/N looked down at the arm. She admired its craftsmanship, unsure of how he was able to find or create such a thing. Her fingers traced along the metal, the plates and divots carved like the muscles of a real arm would be. When she reached his hand she lightly traced each finger with the tip of her pointer finger. His hand suddenly moved to grasp her wrist. She gasped as he gently maneuvered her to face him. His eyes were still closed as he let go of her wrist then wound his metal arm around her back this time, holding her to his chest. “Sleep, wife,” he mumbled, his voice coming out hoarsely as he kissed her forehead and rested his chin on top of her head.
Y/N was stiff for a moment until the warmth enveloped her and she melted into his embrace. She pressed her nose into his sternum and breathed deeply as her hands gripped the fur coat he was wearing. He hummed as his breathing evened out and a soft snore rumbled in his chest. It lulled her to sleep again, a small smile on her face.
**picture is A.I. from Pinterest, unknown original "artist" or "creator"**
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Those Christmas Lights
Happy holidays, @fakeosirian ! I hope you enjoy this gift! Thank you, @incorrectsibunaquotes , for organizing this cool Sibuna Secret Santa event!
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Bright lights weave in and out of the designs in the staircase, manicured fingernails moving with intense precision. Anyone else would wonder how on Earth Amber Millington could possibly be so quiet, but she's gotten a bit better at sneaking around after hours. One has to when friends are in danger. Or when a house needs decorating.
Any other time, Amber would be going home for the holidays, but not this year. She couldn't. Not when Nina needed her. Not when Sibuna was on a mission. So, she was going to make Anubis House look like a Millington winter wonderland. Even Trudy would be impressed.
The clock's ticking seemed to grow, and Amber had tested her luck enough. Fridge raid excuses only work once, she finds. The stairs creak ever so slightly as she steps slowly, running quietly to safety as soon as she reaches the top.
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"What is the meaning of this?" Victor's index finger lifted a red bulb from its place against the banister.
Trudy stepped into the hallway, sending Victor a warm smile.
"Good morning, Victor! Vera had some shopping to do, so I offered to take over for breakfast this morning. Would you like some tea?"
Victor frowned, gesturing to the lights around the banister. "Did you do this?"
"No, but it looks lovely! Wouldn't you agree? I think one of the girls may have done it this morning before everyone woke up."
Victor hummed, unconvinced that this was anything done in good spirits, perhaps to get on his nerves.
"Trudy!" Alfie's voice carried through the house as he rushed towards her.
"Will you pleasee make some of your biscuits with the sprinkles?"
Trudy laughed, patting him on the shoulder, her answer lost on Victor as he pulled out of the conversation. The Christmas lights took over all conversation for the day, much to Victor's chagrin, and not even Vera seemed bothered by the string of lights.
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Fabian stared at the checklist Amber held in her hands, doing a double take to confirm that, yes, it was indeed a checklist.
"Amber, what exactly is that?"
She pressed the list into his hands.
"I still need a tree, garland, more lights, and mistletoe." Amber paused, and if Fabian's life was a cartoon, he was sure there would have been a lightbulb, perhaps a festive one, lighting up over his friend's head. "Fabian! Could your uncle lend a girl some Christmas decorations?"
"I'd have to ask Jasper. Maybe he can get some when he goes back into town."
Nina shifted beside him, having been quiet this whole conversation.
"That's a great idea! And then we can get inside the library and look for more information to help us with the next task! Amber, you're brilliant!"
Amber flicked her blonde hair over her shoulder with a proud smile.
"I know."
For now, despite the marks they shared, they tried not to think about the tasks, only biscuits and cakes and the bright lights that were going to be filling the house.
🎄
"Ow! That's my hand!"
"Sorry, Fabian. You need to move faster. And move to the left!"
The tree shifted slightly, pushing Fabian closer to the wall. Jasper had found a dusty artificial tree in the back of the shop with even dustier lights to match, but Amber was unperturbed.
"What on Earth- is that a Christmas tree?"
Joy's voice was almost a whisper, fading into bewilderment.
"How did you manage to get that in here without Victor noticing?"
"Hurry up and plug it in, Fabian!"
"The lights aren't even!"
"Fix it later!"
Fabian grumbled, bending down into branches of plastic, plug hitting the edge of the outlet several times before red and yellow filled his eyesight. He grimaced, lowering himself further to the floor before crawling out like a kid under a restaurant table.
Joy seemed impressed, but crossed her arms, "You still haven't answered my question."
"We hid it in my room until he fell asleep."
Joy smiled wide, the way she used to, and fixed her robe.
"I know exactly what that tree needs. Meet me down here tomorrow."
They were going back down into the tunnels tomorrow. Not that Joy needed to know that.
Amber shook her head no, causing Joy to furrow her eyes and frown.
"No can do, Joy. Tomorrow's the long routine tomorrow."
"Again? Amber, you hogged up the bathroom for four hours last time!"
"Which is exactly why tomorrow is a no."
"Ugh, fine. But the day after."
Joy sighed, sneaking her way up the stairs, and Amber waited until she was out of sight to turn to Fabian, who stared at her with worried, possibly pleading eyes.
"You're not really going to spend four hours in the bathroom, are you?"
"Not all of us can use 2 in 1, Fabian. Besides, if we’re going in the tunnels again, I need to have enough time to do a face mask and relax. Thanks for the help."
🎄
Nina balanced against Fabian as she stood on her toes to place the ornament she had found in the attic near the top and back of the tree. Sarah had made it. While Nina feared Victor would see it, it deserved to hang once again. The light hit the ball just right, sending dazzling shadows against the wall and a warm feeling through Nina.
Fabian's eyes softened as Nina came back down to her feet, noticing the slight wetness on her cheeks. He slid an arm around her, tugging her into a side hug.
"You're a good person, Nina Martin."
The arguments died on her tongue when Nina noticed her reflection in the window, and a smile that wasn't quite hers.
🎄
Amber's checklist was as complete as it could be. Joy had managed to get ornaments for the tree. Nina and Eddie had popped popcorn for some truly unique popcorn garland. She had hung lights up around the house, much to Victor's continued confusion and dismay. Trudy had made her Christmas biscuits and cake. There was a gift for everyone under the tree, despite Jerome's best attempts to swindle and offer terrible ideas.
"I explicitly said I was gonna use the tv today to watch a movie!"
"And you had all morning to do it!"
Alfie's frantic attempts at escaping Eddie's reaches for the remote were killed by Patricia.
"Everybody shut up! Alfie is not going to miss Doctor Who!"
Eddie scoffed, and turned on his heels, retreating back to his room.
"Thanks, Trixie."
"Didn't you promise to watch a movie with him," Joy asked, and Patricia groaned.
"Fine. Fine."
🎄
Patricia knocked loudly before she entered the room, pushing Eddie over before settling in beside him, Bruce Willis greeting her from the laptop screen.
"Acquired some taste?"
"Shut up, slimeball."
And if Eddie yawned and stretched an arm over Patricia's shoulder, he didn’t tell anybody.
🎄
"Amber, what exactly are we going to do with all this stuff?"
The blonde blinked.
"We can always hide it in the tunnels," Alfie suggested, mouth full of a random assortment of food.
Fabian chuckled and pointed towards the tree, "Try fitting that through the bread oven."
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Welcome to the Layton NPC Showdown!
This is a bracket to determine which of the many memorable NPCs from across the Professor Layton games are the greatest.
GAMES INCLUDED: Every game except LBMR. Eternal Diva characters are also not included here.
WHAT COUNTS AS AN NPC?: Anyone who doesn't have a puzzle animation. Characters excluded are Layton, Luke, Flora, Clive, Emmy, Randall, Aurora, Des, Espella, Phoenix, Maya, Katrielle, Ernest, Sherl, Hastings, and Emiliana.
WILL THERE BE NOMINATIONS?: Nope! Every NPC will be included.
WHAT ABOUT THE LAYTONMOBILE/MOLENTARY EXPRESS?: No vehicles. Not characters.
WHAT ABOUT THE PUZZLE LADS/LASSES?: I only plan on including characters that we can speak to in-game, so no Puzzle Lads or Lasses. Sorry to the people who like them 😔
WHICH CHARACTERS ARE INCLUDED, THEN?: Anyone who isn't an exception listed above that is in the profiles of the game! A full list is enclosed below.
WHEN WILL THE TOURNAMENT START?: More information forthcoming on that! I have to seed the bracket first :)
WHY IS NAIYA YOUR ICON?: In my opinion, she's one of the more underrated NPCs of the series. I'll probably cycle through some of the ones I have available to me right now.
WHAT CRITERIA SHOULD I VOTE ON?: Whatever makes you happy :)
ARE ALTER EGOS SEPERATE CHARACTERS?: No. For instance, Ratman is not included because his secret identity is in the tournament.
US OR UK NAMES?: I will try to make available as many names for the NPCs as possible! Which includes their Japanese names and as many names in the localizations as I am able to obtain from the wiki and my own sources. I'll probably reliably have the English (both versions where applicable), Japanese, and French names for every character when I do the bracket rounds. The list below however is entirely in English.
And now for a list of the entries! I didn't check all of these for inconsistencies, but I attempted to ascertain that I used the US versions. Some of them might be UK versions though because that's the version of the game I have (specifically Diabolical Box NPCs and Last Specter NPCs -- I know some of their US names but not all).
Franco
Stachenscarfen
Ingrid
Percy
Marco
Ramon
Matthew
Lady Dahlia Reinhold
Gordon Reinhold
Simon Reinhold
Claudia
Beatrice
Deke
Agnes
Pauly
Crouton
Flick
Rodney
Chelmey
Lucy
Zappone
Gerard
Jarvis
Adrea
Pavel
Crumm
Prosciutto
Archibald
Sylvain
Martha
Giuseppe
Augustus Reinhold
Granny Riddleton
Don Paolo
Bruno
Andrew Schrader
Anton Herzen
Katia Anderson
Sophia
Mr. Anderson
Beluga
Sammy Thunder
Macaroon
Chester
Babette
Tom
Ilyana
Geoff
Garland
Nigel
Jacques
Barton
Grousley
Steve
Capone
Mitzi
Lili
Sally
Marjorie
Conrad
Karla
Romie
Dorothea
Clabber
Oscar
Nick
Gabe
Balsa
Wurtzer
Lopez
Laurel
Parcelle
Lulu
Albert
Madeline
Remy
Angus
Kostya
Dylan
Joseph
Rory
Lila
Damon
Felix
Niles
Duke
Hopper
Olson
Derby
Dawson
Joanie
Krantz
Grinko
Marina
Opal
Ray
Gregorio
Narice
Gertie
Hamster
Precious
Winston
Claire
Dimitri Allen
Bill Hawks
Spring
Cogg
Dean Delmona
Shipley
Puzzlette
Beasley
Parrot
Subject 3
Bostro
Family Goon
Lockjaw
Splinters
Marzano
Layman
Fisheye
Silky
Shmelmey
Shmarton
Ward
Smith
Florence
Vito
Art
Niklaus
Anita
Alfie
Hazel (UF)
Adeline
Max
Becky
Margaret
Pallard
Dupree
Natalia
Harold
Horace
Hardy
Cuthbert
Segal
Catanova
Rosetta
Colby
Rudolph
Misha
Dylan
Viv
Pepper
Checker
Avogadro
Maya (UF)
Myrtle
Belle
Graham
Slate
Ernest (UF)
Berta
Minnie
Paige
Raleigh
Beacon
Mark
Rosa
Grosky
Keats
Clark Triton
Brenda Triton
Arianna Barde
Tony Barde
Doland Noble
Levin Jakes
Loosha
Toppy
Crow
Marilyn
Roddy
Scraps
Tweeds
Wren
Socket
Louis
Badger
Aldus
Charlie
Jasmine
Bucky
Fische
Beth
Mido
Clarence
Joe
Molly
Marion
Browne
Hugo
Dominica
Paddy
Brock
Aunt Taffy
Shackwell
Greppe
Goosey
Mimi
Hans Jakes
Maggie
Yamada
Sean
Olga
Finch
Sebastian
Cornelius
Chappy
Hannah
Mick
Colby
Monica
Thomas
Nate
Ewan
Chief Engineer
Naiya
Chippe
Bram
Ghent
Nordic
Gilbert
Roland Layton
Lucille Layton
Henry Ledore
Angela Ledore
Alphonse Dalston
Leonard Bloom
Sheffield
Billson
Mrs Ascot
Pascal
Guy
Lapushka
Gustav
Gonzales
Drake
Tyrone
Sterling
Mordy
Collette
Maurice
Juggles
Puck
Yukkles
Murphy
Cookie
Tanya
Firth
Madelaine
Stumble
Artie
Michelle
Nils
Frankie
Conner
Humbert
Policeman (MM)
Yuming
Esther
Lionel
Doug
Mr. Collins
Leon Bronev
Raymond
Prima
Harald
Donna
Mascha
Georg
Mackintosh
Solveig
Erik
Hazel (AL)
Igor
Sonya
Moos
Larisa
Karpin
Boris
Dariya
Pavlova
Carmichael
Amelie Chelmey
Policeman (AL)
Tommy
Morel
Chestnut
Amanita
Blewitt
Chanterelle
Button
Lepidella
Bud
Javier
Benny
Miranda
Martine
Barbara
Ruby
Scarlett
Flint
Old Red
Jesse
Derringer
Julien
Romilda
Sheppard
Piet
Felicia
Rik
Beatrix
Umid
Banu
Dana
Temir
Mehri
Nassir
Adler
Robin
Macaw
Plover
Grouse
Gannet
Swift
Carmine Accidenti
Olivia Aldente
Allan
Bardly
Zacharias Barnham
Newton Belduke
Birdly
Boistrum
Cecil
Cinderellia
Constantine
Cracker
Cutter
Darklaw
Dewey
Dzibilchaltunchunchucmil
Patty Eclaire
Eve (cat)
Flynch
Foxy
Jean Greyerl
Hoot
Judge
Kira
Knight Captain
Knightle
Lottalance
Lyewood
Lettie Mailer
Balmung
Mary
Muffet
Muggs
Ridelle Mystere
Nozey
Petal
Petter
Ms Primstone
Emeer Punchenbaug
Robbs
Old Rootie
Rouge
Servius
Shakey
Johnny Smiles
Snowy
Storyteller
Tuggit
Price
Wordsmith
Pipper Lowonida
Phineas Barnone
Madame Doublée
Liza Wight
Grant Sloans
Cesar Chance
Mustafa Fulhold
Hans Lipski
Aleks Lipski
Maverick D. Rector
Seymore Fraymes
The Major
Eddie Torre
Hayes
Maid
Wooooster
Bianca Teller
Security Guard
Shadee
Taboras Lloyd
Douglas Dert
Ratboy
Mo Heecan
Mrs Slow the Tailor
Midas Pullman
Declan Swabber
Abel Seamon
Felicity Hastings
Gene Ohm
Billy Kidd
Royall Britannias
Clover Pryce
PC Beate
DC Booker
Waiter
Séan Butchin
Bo Bells
Hessie Tate
Benjy
Bess
Keane Fisher
Bob Bracket
Stripey
Patch
Cat
Yapper
Gudrun Weldon
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This piece is by Evangeline Gallagher
Saint of Generous Giving and Taking by Alfie Garland
We Flew Into The Sun by GhostKid
~audio transcript~
It's unsettling, but you won't know why
It's threatening, even without making a sound
The space around it glows, but it mutes all color
The earth around it quakes, even though it appears to float
Have you seen it coming?
It makes the hairs on my neck stand
It terrifies me on the deepest levels of consciousness
The air begins to thin, it's a draining labor trying to inhale
The whole world feels heavier, as if you're being pinned to the ground
Have you seen it coming?
You won't know when it arrives, it will feel as if it had always been
Have you seen it coming?
It doesn't even need to know you're there
Have you seen it coming?
…
Have you seen it coming?
Hello...?
Have you...!
...
I wish I hadn't seen it coming…
Thank you to the artists for inspiring my mind to wander, I will provide a link to each artist in the description below; and to the listeners, thank you again for tuning in. I hope you enjoyed the art, and I hope you enjoyed hearing about where the art wandered
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Hi :] I have a question about your OCs: since Easter is today/tomorrow (depending on your time zone), which of your OCs do you think would like it the most? Any for religious reasons? Or which ones are just there for the chocolate? Applies to any OCs you want to include. I just want to get to know your characters better and thought this might be a fun ask.
I have a lot of OCs lol so I'm just gonna talk about a few that come to mind.
Calandra definitely would love Easter. She's been cooped up her whole life so learning about it would make her so happy. But also she loves bunnies so the idea of a bunny delivering eggs would make her wanna stay up like it was Santa lol. She would also like making Easter eggs. Sable loves parties so she'd help out even though she is Jewish.
Bea I will mention as he considers himself to be Christian. Now in the world and future he lives in doesn't really have religions anymore, or at least the ones we have today. But they are known of. And he likes the idea of Heaven so he "follows" it in the most basic sense as he knows very little about it. He never did a lot of fun holidays as a kid so he never knew anything. If he learned of Easter he'd be really excited to "engage with his faith" lol. But also he'd makes so many garlands and flower crowns for others. Shika would also be highly fascinated by this holiday as she studies humans lol.
Joven don't have the same holidays as humans, but Dreamy learns about a lot of holidays when she comes to Earth. She loves learning about human traditions even though she pretends she doesn't. Since she hangs with Ayla most often she knows more about Jewish Holidays, but Jacob would sorta explain it but not be enthusiastic about it.
My TU do celebrate real holidays but also have their own (especially in Silver Shores cause of the history). But Alfie would drag a bunch of others into celebrating Easter along with Renee. He'd also be in it for the candy to as he loves sweets.
I'm gonna assume they celebrate Easter in AHIT maybe even if it's something that Hat Kid and Bow Kid introduced. But Wolfie ADORES it. Hunting for things? That's her thing. She'd spend all day digging and sniffing around for eggs then pass out from a sugar coma lol.
#ask#esteebarnes94#many stories have their own spring time holidays based on existing ones#but it was fun to bring up random info especially of characters I rarely talk about (especially in regards to Dreamy lol)#a lot of characters would be discovering things huh#also the fact that religions aren't really a thing the same way in LOTF isn't a dig at anything#it's just exploring the idea of how religion would chnage with time and space travel#it's actually pretty common in scifi at least from what im familiar with#they do have religions but they've been alter by time and how society changed with space travel!
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🎄 happy christmas! 🎄
Alfie Garland
#Alfie Garland#Happy Christmas#horror#horror art#horrormas#creepmas#halloween#halloween art#forest#tree lighting#ritual#pagan#winter solstice#snow#glow#star#red and black#occult#christmas tree
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Alfie Garland
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DEBUTING AT TCAF 2019 - The Adventures of Croblin by Korinna Mei & Alfie Garland
$5 CAD, Self-Published
As above, so below. In the deepest depths of the Underworld, past the Acid Lakes and Satan’s Palace, reside all the darkest and most terrifying creatures imaginable!
Also Croco and Goblin, two low level NPCs trying to make it big, or at least get through the day in one piece. Join them as they deal with life in the big city, getting into trouble and beating things up.
The Adventures of Croblin is a zine containing a few preview pages of the webcomic as well as some tasty extra content! The webcomic launches on the 10th of May and will be available to read on Webtoon and Tapas.
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KORINNA MEI
I’m a Greek/Singaporean comic artist and Illustrator based in London, UK. Creator of self published titles SAPRO and LDN 2050 and was the main artist of the latest Comic Book Slumber Party anthology “Escape from Bitch Mountain”, published by Avery Hill.
korinnamei.myportfolio.com/projects
www.instagram.com/korinnamei/?hl=en
#TCAF#TCAF 2019#Toronto Comic Arts Festival#The Adventures of Croblin#Korinna Mei#Alfie Garland#zine#webcomic#self-published
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for someone straight as an arrow, harry surrounds himself with gay so much, like working with queer is an obligation. and writes songs about being open/lgbt theme quiet a lot. i wonder why
I'm sitting here wondering if anyone has made a masterpost of all the openly queer people and brands he surrounds himself with or references. This is all I can think of off the top of my head. Anyone else?
Harry Lambert (stylist)
Harris Reed (designer)
Tim Walker (photographer)
Pauli Lovejoy (band member)
NyOh (band member)
MUNA (opening act)
Palomo Spain (designer)
Alessandro Michele (designer, friend)
Molly Hawkins (Creative Director)
Luis Viñer (PA)
King Princess (opening act)
Nick Grimshaw (Radio DJ, friend)
Charles Jeffrey (designer)
Emma Corrin (friend, co-star)
David Dawson (co-star)
Collier Schorr (photographer)
Ryan McGinley (photographer)
Alok Mennon (Activist, Poet)
Steven Stokey-Daley (Designer)
David Hockney (artist)
Keith Haring (artist)
George Michael (Singer)
Ludovic de Saint Sernin (designer)
Michael Grandage (Director of My Policeman)
Greg Berlanti (Producer of My Policeman)
Robbie Roberts (Producer of My Policeman)
Tommy Bruce (Full Stop Management)
Tom Skoglund (Full Stop Management)
3rd Class Clothing (Designer)
David Bowie (Musician)
Steve Lacy (Musician)
Paul Roberts (choreographer)
Freddie Mercury (Musician)
Jeremy O. Harris (Playwright)
Ryan Wohlgemut (assistant stylist)
Atelier Roker (Designer)
Orville Peck (opening act)
Glen Ligon (Artist)
Lazoschmidl (designer)
Matt Irwin (Photographer, friend)
Arlo Parks (opening act)
Mitski (opening act)
Alled Martinez (designer)
JW Anderson (designer)
Marco Ribeiro (designer, Pleasing collaborator)
Jenny Lewis (opening act)
Judy Garland (actress, queer icon)
Elton John (Musician)
Britney Spears (Musician, queer icon)
Alfie’s Song (written with The Bleachers for Love, Simon)
Pat Boguslawski (movement coach)
Gabriels (opening act)
Rosalía (voice of Adore You MV)
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Peppermint Kisses
Author: @daydreamsandcaffeine
Card number and prompt: Card 3 - Peppermint
Title: Peppermint Kisses
Rating: G
Summary: District 12 has some new traditions - Winter Festivals, candy canes, and mistletoe. An In Panem/post MJ setting.
Word count: 718
Author’s notes: Written for @talesofpanem Everlark Holiday Bingo 2021. This is my first foray into writing In Panem, so I'm admittedly nervous, but the idea has been on my mind for a while. Shout out to @jhsgf82 for beta-ing and always cheering me on.
It was the first winter after the rebellion. In the months that followed, District 12 started to rebuild. The new 12 was a hodgepodge of those originally from the district and those from other districts wanting a fresh start. Though slow, construction was steadily going. Thom and his men worked as efficiently as they could, focusing on one area at a time. By wintertime, there were a few shops standing and housing units comfortable for folks to live in during this frigid stretch of weather.
While winter is not an easy time of year, the citizens of the district came together and thought up ideas for new traditions for the season‒to make winter feel warmer, cozier, and lighter as it could be‒so that they could get through it together. Thus, the Winter Festival was born.
The tuning of instruments could be heard, preparing to play the next song. Laughter and chatter abounded as adults and children danced or walked through the square where the festival was being held. Lined around the square were makeshift stands that served different foods, drinks, and treats; the wonderful aromas made stomachs eager to be filled. Garlands with holly, ivy, and mistletoe were hung around. Strings of lights and fire pits topped off the atmosphere, providing warmth and glow, erasing the chill and darkness.
Katniss looked on and observed the crowd. While healing takes time, there was something about seeing all these different walks of life celebrating and being merry‒living life as best they could after everything that had transpired. She herself still struggled daily, but the joyous new occasion brightened her up a bit. Well, really, a certain baker, ally, friend, and slowly something more had been the most tremendously helpful in bringing light back to her.
This friend was manning his own stand at the festival, passing out fresh hot rolls filled with either cheese and herbs or sweet cranberry jam. He told her he wanted the attendees to have options for whatever they fancied. She herself preferred the savory rolls and was enjoying them at that very moment. Right as she took her last bite, two small red and white striped sticks with a curve at the end appeared in her line of sight.
“They’re candy canes,” a friendly voice explained.
When she turned to her right, she saw that he had made his way over to stand next to her. She finished chewing and was about to question him, but he answered before she could, the candy sticks still in his hand. “Alfy is watching the stand and passing out the rolls.”
She nodded. Alfy was Delly’s younger brother; the Cartwright siblings were part of their close knit circle along with Haymitch, Sae, and Thom. Her companion continued to talk, breaking her reverie. “The new candymaker made them for today. He said in the olden days these were plentiful during this time of year. They were shaped like their name and tasted of peppermint. According to him, there were even other flavors and color combinations, but this was traditional.”
She hummed in response, and he handed her one peppermint stick while he popped the other into his mouth. She took the miniature stick and brought it to her lips. The minty scent of it filled her nostrils, and when she placed it on her tongue to taste, the minty treat felt cool and refreshing. “Mmm, it’s like mint tea,” she said.
Before he had a chance to respond, a girlish voice interrupted, “Hey, you two, look up.” The two turned towards the voice and saw Delly standing before them, beaming. Katniss and Peeta then looked up and saw a mistletoe hanging above them, another new tradition someone had proposed that had also existed a long time ago.
Katniss blushed. She thought the idea was silly, but as she looked at Peeta, a shy smile on his face, a small rush of excitement flowed through her. And the candy cane still in her hand was all but forgotten. She gave a slight nod in his direction; he moved in gently and tentatively, and after what felt like minutes, his lips touched hers in a short, sweet, and delicate kiss. And right after, all that registered in her mind was that he tasted sweet and fresh, just like the peppermint candy.
Fin.
#everlarkholidaybingo2021#tales of panem#everlark fanfiction#everlark ficlet#winter!everlark#everlark#katniss x peeta#in panem#thg fanfiction#daydreamsandcaffeine writes
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Art by Alfie Garland @echo___river for “No Room for a Wallflower,” a standalone campaign for the tabletop role playing game Lancer @lancerrpg. . #lancer #lancerrpg #alfiegarland #mech #mecha https://www.instagram.com/p/CYaXo6tuhix/?utm_medium=tumblr
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