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absolutebl · 8 months

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This Week in BL - There's so much airing even I'm struggling to keep up

That's why I'm late.

Aug 2023 Wk 3

Ongoing Series - Thai

Laws of Attraction (Sat iQIYI) 6 of 8 - Oh no. I am totally in love with the escaped young master & his smitten bodyguard. How did that happen? (Be careful P’Thee the broken ones are the most tempting. Tin understands.) NO SINGING! Trust Thai BL to destroy any moment of sentiment I might have by picking up a damn guitar. And we finally get Charn’s Batman villain origin story. Good use of back hug! This is a GREAT show. Melodramatic as fuck, but GREAT. Gotta say this pair in NOT Thailand’s best kissers but not everyone can be Zee++. Still I think that + singing + a touch of overacting is likely to keep this out of the 10/10 club.

Dangerous Romance (Fri YT) ep 1 of 12 - Rich /poor dynamic with characters & set up exactly as expected. Chimon is great. Perth is good too. A real rich-kid bully, Heirs level or Japanese F4 evil. All the teachers are also corrupt (that’s kinda a Thai thing, I think because they can't call out the government). I gotta say, Marc is doing a bang-up job as the jock friend, too. And the kiss twist was fun. All in all, this is good. And you know me, I love a high school BL.

I Feel You Linger in the Air (Sat YT) ep 1 of 12 - The time travel historical romance many of us have been waiting for. Adaption of y-novel by Violet Rain, from the producers of Lovely Writer. Heartbroken architect is transported to the 1930s. Nonkul (actor playing Jom) keeps reminding me of Cho Han Gyeol from Love Mate. It’s a bit slow to start but interesting when it hits its stride. The pacing feels like a Chinese historical (makes me wonder if this with be 4 or 6 act structure). Nonkul is a wonderful actor. They weren’t sharing the screen for long, but the leads seem good together. I’m in.

Only Friends (Sat YT) ep 2 of 10 - Well. It’s entertaining, I'll say that for it. Addiction. Manipulation. Queer as folk & all that jazz. (No jazz for you, Thailand. Oh no! I’m giving them ideas.) I would like it to turn out that Mew is actually manipulating everything. This is his revenge con on Top. Mew is, after all, supposed to be "the smart one." Gotta say, this is darn near perfect casting. But honestly? This show could just be about Ray & Sand. Their story (and them in it) is easily the most riveting. Sand better be careful, the wildly broken ones are always the best in bed, because they don’t care ao they have no shame and that's HOT.

Hidden Agenda (Sun GMMTV YouTube) ep 6 of 10 - I like how soft Joke’s version of seme flirting is. It’s mellow, like his voice gets with Zo. I also liked Zo casually chatting to his friends about how he feels about being flirted with. His friends gave good advice & were supportive. Oh no! A boy in a BL went into the rain ALONE. What ON EARTH will happen next? The argument was interesting, because it gave us insight into Zo’s maturity & ability to handle a relationship. I’ve been wondering why anyone would like him, and now I know. Joke & Nita’s backstory is fun. I like the gay boy protecting the straight girl reverse beard action. On a complete aside, I really like Dunk’s makeup in this series. It’s very Kdrama.

Low Frequency (Sat iQIYI) ep 7 of 8 - The house ghosts trying to help are cute. The plot is at least... a plot? I don’t know. Dias Ex Mafia is a new one on me. (COME ON THAT’S A GREAT PUN, PRAISE ME!) I’m ready for this show to be over.

Be Mine Super Star (Mon Viki) ep 7 of 12 - Honestly, the whole time I’m watching this I’m just thinking I wish JaFirst got better scripts. Speaking of, I don’t object, but these characters sure moved into sex fast. I really don’t quite understand how Daddy & Hot Doc got together so fast either. It feels like their story was meant to be spread out into the other episodes but didn’t get cut in properly, so it ended up all in this one? Or is it just the pacing is particularly bad in this show?

Dinosaur Love (Sun iQIYI) ep 8 of 10 eps - I have no idea what is going on. What are all of Dino’s friends doing? What do they want? what’s their point in the story? I’m even annoyed by Peak, and love him. Sex scene which they tried to make sexy. Operative word being tried. Although, there was some interesting after sex discussion about mechanics. And there was a cute bathtub chat about pet names. But this show is a lotta work for very little pay out.

Wedding Plan (Wed YT & iQIYI) ep 5 of 7 - I like the sunshine sides? PUNCH LOM 2023! Trash watch here!

Love in Translation (Sat iQIYI) ep 1 of 10 - Pushy older bro is Earn from Love Sick, yay! And he’s the hyung of a side couple, which is "best friend’s older brother" trope! My favorite!!!! Have we seen this in BL before? I don't think so. Anyway, DOUBLE YAY! The main couple… eh. You know I loathe stalker characters. And I viscerally HATE this one. Almost as bad as SCOY, not sure I can take it, actually. The squealing of "Tammy!" is worse on my ear than any off-key guitar strumming. I may have to DNF or fast forward through all his parts… but he’s the lead. What to do? I do like the “Chinese” businessman actor. He very cute. (On an aside, I was just reading about commercial real estate as the loophole for foreign property investors in Thailand. Cool plot point.) I’m getting a Taming of the Shrew vibes from this. Just me? For now it's living at the bottom of the list for sheer unadulterated loathing of Phumjai. Not the actor, he was my favorite and only good thing about Our Days. But this character? NO.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Jun & Jun (Korea Thur Viki) ep 5 of 8 - This is basically the gay Boys Over Flowers of my heart. Or as close as I think we’ll get from BL. I like both of the 2nd leads, even though I suspect Simon of actually being into everyone’s fav hyung. Cute to see the Mr Heart boys back on my screen, oh so briefly. Such a Taiwan trick, reusing a beloved couple like that. Nice gimmie to the fans. Meanwhile, Choi Jun - boy sure knows his angles but his motives? Please don’t let this be another arranged marriage beard situation? I can’t take 2 in the same month.

Stay By My Side (Taiwan Fri Gaga) ep 8 of 10 - The boyfriends ep! JC is biggest simp spoiling his baby EVER. Taiwan = the sappiest of saps. “Owning the same key” is such a cute way of putting it. Also I love the "knew all along" twist, made me happy. The angst is silly but that's normal in Taiwanese BL.

Love Class Season 2 (Korea Fri Viki) eps 3-4 of 10 - Pair 1: Lee Hyun is such a wide-open, bleeding, no-shame romantic. It’s kinda great. Boy has a poet’s soul & NO artifice. J-Min is startlingly good, very nuanced. I know I keep saying that, but I’m v surprised by his skillz. And… add in creepy stalker, goody. Pair 2: The "other student couple" I’m not into, also NO SINGING. Pair 3: The underwear gift was so fucking funny. “I’m going reap the boxers I sewed” is next level script excellence. These two are brilliant at gayest-of-gay flirt-negging, I'm INTO IT. One of my housemates said, in response to my audible cackling, "You seem to be enjoying your shows extra much tonight."

My Personal Weatherman AKA Taikan Yoho (Japan Sat Gaga) ep 2 of 8 - Oh I love love love them. It’s so old school yaoi and SO JBL. No other country could produce this kind of show. I love this little feminist aspect where the weatherman treats his boy like a 1950s housewife & said boy thinks that makes him an indentured servant. Clocks. But also, the way our weatherman LOOKS at his boy. He is so in love. (It looks like we skip next week for holiday reasons?)

Sing My Crush (Korea Wed iQIYI) eps 5-6 of 8 - It remains enjoyable.

Minato's Laundromat Season 2 AKA Minato Shouji Coin Laundry Season 2 (Japan Thu Gaga) ep 6 of 12 - At least we know Minato actually desires Shin, he just won’t do anything about it. Also, Minato chose the perfect person to come out to. That's nice for him. Finally, Shu & Asuka are glorious. Sides are winning these days.

Stay Still (Hong Kong Tues YouTube) ep 3 of 5 - A proper faen fatal has entered one of our couples. She won too, since she ended up marrying the boy. Still not sure about this show (and it should have convinced me by now). I definitely like the tattoo couple better than the reunion couple. Still, not a lot happened in this episode and this is short series, they don’t have time to waste. It remains intriguing but not... erm... good.

In case you missed it

River Knows Fish Heart is leaving Gaga soon. It's a decent little bully romance Chinese BL (pulp) - yes, you read that right. Actual CBL. Not great, but if you're into the CBL stuff, especially the early stuff, this has some of that tenor only made in 2018 (I have a feeling it was shot in 2017 and skated through). Anygay, just staying. Catch it before it disappears because with CBL once they gone, often, they gone forever.

Friend. Boy Friend a new Thai BL pulp was supposed to start airing on Aug 19th. I can't find it. Neither can MDL.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Everything from Thailand seems to be dropping on Sat & Sun this month. It's a good thing I got quiet weekends for a while. Also the BL firehose is upon us, so much content.

Starting this week:

8/20 (tomorrow) My Universe series (Sun iQIYI) 24 eps - This is sampler pack BL, 12 pairs, each pair gets 2 eps, not sure on the order they’ll drop. Known couples include EarthBank from Destiny Seeker and KaownahTurbo from Love Stage!!!, fresh faces otherwise. Jane to direct.

8/22 Kisseki: Dear to Me formerly known as Miracle (Taiwan Tues Viki & iQIYI) 13 eps - From screenwriter Lin Pei Yu (We Best Love, H3: Trapped) features a student doctor forced to take care of a gangster. I love the premise and like the writer.

8/23 Why R U? (Korean remake iQIYI) 8 eps - I find everything about this hilarious. I mean if Korea remakes it, we lose all the sexy and then... would we have a story at all? No we would not. Not even for 8 short eps. It’d be like one of those mesh shopping bags.

8/24 Man Suang (Thailand movie, domestic cinema release) - historical drama about Thai burlesque with KP’s MileApo.

2023 forthcoming BL master post (see comments, some are inaccurate, NOT KEPT UPDATED).

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Another show reviewing itself. (Dino Love)

Don't insult bastards, Lom. (Wedding trash)

I would like this adorable romcom GMMTV, please and thank you.

See what I mean? Trixy.

Thanks boys. (All Only Friends)

(Last week)

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dernier-mystere · 4 months

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Even the Coldest Nights can't stop the Warmth of The Heart | Lyney x gn!reader

summary: reader who is set as traveller, has a commission set in Dragonspine, due to the odd nature of the request whilst in Fontaine, y/n asks Lyney to accompany them, where they experience a few new things. Just some fluff with slight Angst as requested! pairing: Lyney x reader warnings: N/A word count: 3010 a/n: It's the first proper time I've posted a fic here! I might upload it on my Ao3! Let me know if you guys enjoy this, and I may do more :) Anyway, this is my post for Genshin Impact Secret Santa for @meidnightrain! This is also the first time I wrote something for Lyney! Hope you enjoy it! Thank you @2023gisecretsanta for the opportunity! Merry Christmas Everyone! Happy 2024 as well!

"Aah… Achoo!"

Lyney slowly rubbed at his nose with his sleeve, he rarely had been out in such cold weather, but that didn't stop him from helping his 'friend'.

"Phew… I've heard some say that when you sneeze, it means that someone's thinking about you." He smoothly said as he pushed himself up to match the pace of his companion who was trudging their way through the harsh mountainous terrain with great ease which impressed him, he ruled that it must not have been their first time here. The magician smiled as he finally caught their gaze, twirling his top hat between his index and middle finger as he continued speaking, the hat soon landing on y/n's head as he placed it on.

"Is it Lynette?" He hummed, tapping his finger against his chin, despite gazing into the distance, his violet gaze was focused on Y/N, his smile soon turning into a flirtatious grin. "I wonder? Or… is it you?" He chuckled as Y/N panicked, almost losing their footing on the snow-covered ground, yet Lyney was a step quicker as he managed to grab onto Y/N's arm with ease as he laughed softly. The sound of his laugh was practically music to Y/N's ears as they felt their cheeks heat up, but it could've also been the harsh weather…

"Thanks…" Y/N softly said as they adjusted their balance on the ground, "Sometimes the ground is quite unstable on these mountains… I remember when the ground nearly fell under me when I was travelling up here with Albedo…" They admitted with a heavy sigh and a slouch, their H/C blowing in the icy winds.

Lyney gave a small chuckle at the thought of it happening, though a part of him did wonder who was this 'Albedo', he never classed himself as a possessive individual… but he saw Y/N to be just as important to him as Lynette was… being in the House of the Hearth meant he had to keep the ones closest to him safe and out of any trouble, as well as making sure they wouldn't leave him behind. "Really now, luckily for you, my dearest Y/N, I have been trying out this new trick as of recently, maybe you might be the perfect assistant in this if you were ever to fall~" He winked, and poked out his tongue to them.

"A new trick? about falling?" They asked softly, holding Lyney's top hat onto their head so it wouldn't blow off in the wind, it also provided some head protection from the snow. Y/N couldn't dare look Lyney in the eyes right now, especially paired with that playful grin of his, it made their chest fill with warmth and their heart race, Y/N swore they could almost keep warm from just his smiles and words alone.

"Of course! What magician would I be if I let my beloved fall into the icy depths of… What was it, Dragonspine?" He asked with the same flirtatious smile, watching Y/N nod at the unique name he continued, "What a unique name, may I ask how it acquired such a name?" He asked, his gaze glistening with curiosity as Y/N continued to push through the cold winds. "It's quite a story… a great dragon was defeated here and their corruption that lingered in their blood poisoned the land…" Y/N explained, their footsteps falling to a stop as they extended their hand out over the large cliff face to the large spines sticking out of the ground, "I was surprised to learn that those are its ribs and then you know if you follow them along, it makes the rest of the dragon's body."

"I see, my that sure is a fascinating tal-" He felt another sneeze consume him, cutting off his words as he sneezed once more, maybe he should have taken Father's stories into account whenever she headed to Snezhnaya… a thicker cloak would've been much more protective against the cold wind and atmosphere compared to the fur-lined cloak he opted to bring when Y/N had asked him to come along… Lynette would've lectured him for this as well, however, she and Freminet were both accompanying father with a request… and how could he say no to Y/N's humble request when they have come all the way to just find him, paired with their adorable pleading face…

"My apologies, as I was trying to say," He wiped his nose once more, "A truly fascinating tale, if only I could summon a dragon out of my hat, that surely would be a unique show in Fontaine! I am sure the audience would've been blown away with such a creature!" He gave a hearty chuckle as he explained the scene in his mind. The whole idea also made Y/N giggle, finding his idea almost ridiculous, there was no way that any space he held his shows would be able to hold a large dragon, maybe in the Opera Epiclese… but even that would be quite the stretch. Or maybe he could summon Neuvillette from his hat, he was considered a dragon… though Y/N was sure that the Chief Justice wouldn't exactly appreciate being pulled out from a hat.

Y/N glanced over at Lyney as he sneezed yet again, no doubtly chilled to the bone from the weather, Fontaine never had such weather like this… Y/N slowly removed their thick cloak and placed it around Lyney's shoulders, making the magician perk up, "Ah, dearest Y/N I am fine! You should keep this for yourself! I wouldn't want you to freeze out here." He mumbled, a slight blush on his cheeks as he for once, refused to look into the traveller's glistening E/C eyes.

"I have been up here a few times now, I am practically used to it."

"Still… it is quite dangerous."

"Call it a trade for your magician hat!" They smiled with a giggle, "Come on, there is a small cave nearby, we can try to make a fire and keep warm before treading up further to fetch those beacons, who even decides putting these up here is a good idea…" They whined, as Y/N planted their heels of their boots into the snow, and quickly hiked up the remaining snow-covered steps to locate the cave.

Lyney blinked for a few seconds, his mind trying to process the whole ordeal, or maybe he was just entranced by Y/n's beautiful smile… it was simply dazzling… it made them glow brighter than any star that danced in the night sky. He placed a hand to his chest for a moment, his eyes held such a display of emotions, affection, awe amongst many more… He truly was a magician who had fallen under a spell of something truly magical. He quickly eased his breathing and closed his mouth which was slightly agape the whole time, finally concluding his feelings. He quickly pushed himself up the stairs to catch up, clutching the cloak Y/N had wrapped around him closely as he finally made it up the stairs.

"What took you so long, Lyney…"

"My apologies, I was just… reminiscing. Father often spoke of Snezhnaya being cold like this… Now I can't get over just how cold it must be down there." He smiled despite lying in the situation, "Father always mentioned wearing thick layers of clothing when going down there, I should've followed his words to a T." He chuckled as a particularly cold gust of wind blew through his ash blond strands, making his hair a slight mess.

Y/N laughed at his appearance, snow stuck in some parts of his hair that was now messed up from the wind, and his face scrunched up due to the cold, he was adorable to look at, almost like a cat.

"Don't laugh at me… that was not a funny trick of the wind!" He exclaimed playfully as he too started laughing as he shook his head to get rid of the snow in his hair, not before gathering a small chunk and flicking at Y/N with an innocent smile, "My, looks like the snow got you too." He winked as he continued to laugh, making Y/N gasp as they wiped off the snow that lingered on their cheek.

The pair sat around the makeshift fire they had managed to build together in a small cave, it offered them protection from the cold winds and also warmed up their bodies. "It has been a while since I got time to myself like this. Enjoying the thrills of adventure and just bonding with friends in a whole new place. I see why Father didn't mind when I had asked." Lyney hummed, leaning back onto his arms that were placed behind him as he enjoyed the warm embrace of the fire, as his gaze lingered outside of the cave.

Y/N calmly gazed at him, it was almost like he seemed a little troubled as he spoke, as if he wanted to say something else, but he didn't want to say it. His purple eyes soon locked onto Y/N's as he tilted his head, "Something the matter traveller? Ah, would you like to see a trick?" He hummed with another smile as he closed his eyes. Y/N shook their head as they continued to look at Lyney, "You seem like the one who is troubled… You can tell me you know." Y/N mumbled silently, their soft voice laced with concern that made Lyney give them a true smile of his own.

He chuckled softly, "Ah traveller, only you can seem to read the true me huh? No matter how I try to hide, you are truly… something special." He spoke honestly, his head drooping slightly as his gaze returned outside once more, fingers gently brushing over the small stick of food that he held over the fire. "I am not too sure honestly, maybe I am worried about Lynette, or it could be that… I am just conflicted with emotions. I never particularly ever speak about myself let alone about… personal stuff. Hard to say." He spoke, Y/N could tell he still had some hesitation in his words, but for once he seemed genuine. "Well, you're always with Lynette, and being so far away from Fontaine… I can understand." Y/N commented, looking down at their skewer, yes, they too knew the burden of being so far away from their twin sibling all too well, though they had no real clue where their sibling was.

Lyney turned to Y/N once more, hearing the heavyweight in their tone, he was met with a small look of disappointment and sadness lingering in their eyes. He couldn't help but feel bad, he was lucky that he knew where Lynette was and that she was okay… Y/N however, had no idea where their sibling was. The Magician slowly moved closer to Y/N, shuffling close enough to the point their arms were touching. "I am sorry Y/n, I didn't mean to remind you of your own sibling… I at least can rest at ease that both Father and Freminet are with Lynette…" He slowly trailed off as he continued to gaze at Y/N with great concern, unsure whether to continue speaking or not. He was a magician, after all, he used his tricks and verbal magic to get closer to people… Yet, he struggled with trying to comfort others who seemed to be suffering.

His thoughts were cut off when he felt Y/N rest their head against his shoulder, their arms slowly wrapping around his own as they continued to look outside as he had previously. "It's okay… it wasn't your fault, Lyney… I just…" they slowly trailed off as they hugged his arm more firmly, pressing their cheek against his warm shoulder, "I just wish, I knew where they were… the last time I saw them, it was…a mess…" Y/N's voice fell to a low whisper as they talked about their brother, Lyney could hear their longingness to find their brother, all the hurt and suffering Y/N must have gone through, for their sibling to fall right through their fingers.

He slowly rested his head against Y/N's own, slowly nuzzling his cheek against their soft H/C coloured hair, "I am sorry to hear that…" He whispered against Y/N's hair, "I am sure… as twins, they too would want to know you're alright too… I am sure of it… Just like how Lynette would be concerned about me too, but… I am sure she knows I will be fine if I am with you." He whispered affectionately as he tried his hand at comforting Y/N, soon placing a lingering kiss on the top of their head.

Y/N smiled softly as they slowly snuggled closer to the magician as he spoke words as soft as clouds appeared, he had a charm with his words yet they felt truly genuine when he talked to them. Y/N felt Lyney move his arm out of their grasp, before wrapping it delicately around their shoulders and pulling them closer to his frame, allowing Y/N to rest their head against his chest. "You think so?" they asked softly as they nuzzled closely to him, enjoying the lingering warmth that came off of him.

"Of course, you know I could never lie when I gaze into your mesmerising eyes, Y/N, even if I tried." He chuckled softly, as he lifted his head of their own to give them a toothy smile. Y/N playfully rolled their eyes at his little attempts of trying to be smooth, "I can't with your lines, I am trying to have a serious moment here!" they chuckled before nudging Lyney in the ribs.

"Oh come now, my beloved. You know it is not my fault that you know how to truly cast a magical spell over this magician." He continued to smile as he nudged Y/N back, and both soon laughed together. "Say… Y/N, how about a small trick?" He asked fondly, gently moving himself to be in front of their gaze, yet he remained close enough for Y/N to keep leaning their head against him. "As long as you don't summon a dragon from your hat…" Y/N tried to force an annoyed tone, yet their voice crumbled into a playful laugh. Lyney shook his head, "If only! Feast your gaze amongst my hands." He said confidently as he moved his arm off Y/N whom they almost whined at. He quickly withdrew a set of cards from his vest, before effortlessly shuffling them between his hands with a hum, "Keep your eyes on them, mon amour." Lyney then flicked the cards out in his hands, allowing Y/N to select a card.

Y/N slowly moved their head off of his chest to gaze at the cards, "Um… this one?" They pointed at one, to which Lyney picked it up to show it to the traveller, "Remember this card, or else something bad may happen." He winked as he shuffled it back into his hands. Nine of hearts… Nine of hearts… Y/N whispered in their head as they resumed to resting their head against Lyney's chest. "Mon amour, is this your card?" He asked with a playful smirk, Y/N blinked as they gazed at the card he held up, "No…" they replied, as he held up a completely different card, "Mhmn, keep watching." He quickly flicked the card around revealing the card of nine hearts behind the previous card. "Wha- How?" Y/N perked up as Lyney smiled brightly, "My dear, you know a magician never reveals his secrets, but… may this magician hold your attention a little longer?" He asked, yet there was a slight hesitation in his voice as he leaned a little closer.

"Of course," They whispered, the heaviness was gone and instead placed with awe and curiosity. He nodded as he smiled once more, he slowly put the rest of his card deck away and continued to hold the card you had chosen. He slowly ripped it in half, before leaning close to Y/N as they were watching the card in his hands, tenderly brushing his lips over their slightly reddened cheek. Before Y/N could fully process the brush of lips on their cheek, Lyney had pulled back and twirled the two pieces in his hands as he took off his hat and dropped the card pieces into it, giving it a shake and emptying the hat to reveal nothing inside. Before placing his hand into it once more and withdrawing a lovely red scarf from his hat, which he wrapped around Y/N's neck, making sure they were comfortable.

"Just a small gift from Lynette." He smirked a little, as Y/N was now flustered bright red from the kiss that seemed to still linger on their cheek. "You! You can't just do that!" They huffed, rubbing their hand on their cheek as Lyney simply laughed, "Come now, it's a treat to see your lovely blushed cheeks, you can't blame me for wanting to see it for myself." He purred, his smirk becoming a gentle smile.

"I hate you…" Y/N murmured as they hid their face into his cloak that he had wrapped around both of their shoulders to help keep them warm, yet they couldn't stop the smile that pulled at the corner of their lips, as Lyney returned to wrapping his arm around their shoulders once more.

"If that was from Lynette… then what do you plan to give me?"

"Ah, that would ruin the surprise, Mon Amour, for now, how about we enjoy the warmth of the fire." He hummed with a cheeky smile, gently tapping on Y/N's nose.

Even the Coldest Nights can't stop the Warmth of The Heart.

a/n: PHEW, so honestly, I legit forgot about the Secret Santa omg, BUT I remembered in the nick of time! I have decided to upload this a little early (I mean it's literally like 3 hours till the 24th for me, but I may be busy for Christmas! I hope you enjoyed this gift, Meidnightrain!

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spanishskulduggery · 10 months

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When did you first start learning Spanish? And any basic learning tips? I have a few Spanish speaking coworkers but I get so nervous trying to practice my Spanish with them.... and and, when you were first learning Spanish, did you have any little things you found especially fun/funny?

Oh gosh it's been decades now. To give some backstory and you can do your own math here, this blog started in 2013 when I was still in college getting my degree in Spanish

I started in what I think would be middle school when Spanish became a mandatory class, but I didn't start really studying and understanding things until high school. It wasn't until even after college that I REALLY felt like I understood Spanish because there were so many native speakers and people interacting with me.

One thing that totally changed my perception and how I perceive Spanish was there was a question on the preterite and imperfect, and I'm giving my answer and trying to explain some bits about how a lot of times both are potentially correct but it's how you mean it that matters

And someone mentioned that "imperfect" in its linguistic etymology means "not yet completed"; that "perfect" is "done thoroughly" where the -fect is probably related to hacer "to do"... and "imperfect" thus means "not yet done", and just a huge lightbulb moment

I remember thinking "I WISH one of my teachers had known that or said that to me because it makes so much more sense now"

And I still mess up but usually it's followers like "oh we say THIS here" or "that's not the word we use but it reminds me of this thing in my country"

A few funny things in Spanish based on mistakes that I've made or things that I learned:

You haven't truly begun your Spanish journey until someone tells you that embarazado/a means "pregnant" not "embarrassed" (avergonzado/a).... similarly no one mentions that embarazoso/a means "awkward" or "unwieldy" in a way

querer means "to want", but it can also mean "to love" or cherish; similarly querido/a means "dear", but la querida can also kind of mean "side-piece" like someone's affair partner woman so if you see someone talking about their querida without a name or a noun they might be talking about an affair

el pelo is "hair", el cabello typically means "hair on the top of the head" like a human... and el cabello is NOT el caballo "horse"

the word for "eye-catching" is llamativo/a and NOT miradizo/a which miradizo/a is one of those old words but it kind of means "awestruck" or "makes you stare in wonderment" in a weirdly poetic way

sartén as "frying pan" can be masculine or feminine depending on country

there are too many words for beans

there are three main words for "purple" - la púrpura usually means "red-violet" or Tyrian purple and also the mollusk you get purple from; morado/a is often "dark purple" related to la mora which can be "blackberry" or "mulberry"; lila is "light purple" meaning "lilac".... you can also say violeta that's fine too

people say naranja for "the color orange" more than anaranjado/a but not everyone has the patience to explain that naranja which comes from the fruit doesn't change for gender

same with rosa as "pink", where rosado/a "pink" is also valid and usually what's taught

regionalisms. regionalisms everywhere

If you're in a really immature class, someone is going to laugh at puse

the word for "jellyfish" in Spanish is la medusa and that makes me happy

similarly, a male "horseman" is often el jinete; a female "horsewoman" or "rider" is sometimes la amazona and that also makes me happy

la macedonia is sometimes "fruit salad", so one assumes that Macedonians were just throwing fruit together in a bowl or something

Except for two big exceptions, most words ending in al- in Spanish are from Arabic origins [the exceptions being anything related to el almuerzo "lunch", and la almendra "almond"]

la manzana can mean "city block" in some places - probably because in a feudal society people lived in "manses" and the biggest house was the "mansion" where the lord lived, and it has nothing to do with apples

la montaña rusa is "roller coaster" literally "Russian mountain" because Russian people used to make little roller coasters by shaping ice mountains and putting tracks on them

la paja rusa does NOT mean "Russian straw", it is extremely NSFW and do not google it on a school server...... in fact don't look up any kind of paja because it's just as NSFW and it means "straw" if you're not talking about sex so otherwise don't worry about it

someone told me that linguistically para is just por+a, so parais literally "for the purpose of" or "for/so that to" and I've never been the same

the word for "ladybug" in Spanish is la mariquita which is "little Mary" because red used to be associated with Virgin Mary and the spots were said to be 7 and represent the joyful/sorrowful mysteries - many languages have a religious connotation to "ladybug"... also English, because the "lady" refers to Mary, like "Our Lady"

The Spanish alphabet used to be different where CH and RR were their own separate letters... it made looking things up weird; I also don't know how I feel about L vs. LL as separate letters because it's a whole other sound but it IS technically two L's

The word for octopus is el pulpo... the word for "pulp" is la pulpa; don't be like me and mix up asking for orange juice with no octopus

I cannot stress this enough but el pollo is "chicken" or "poultry"; la polla is a NSFW word meaning "cock" and as soon as you say you want cock for dinner you will die some on the inside

I don't know what the deal is with ahorita or what it means without hearing the tone of voice and neither does anyone else, it could be anything

caber is the worst verb, but ir/andar are also up there

every so often luego/pues means "thus" or "therefore" and it's going to throw you off

every so often el hacha (technically feminine) means candle or torch, and in any other situation it means "hatchet" so imagine my confusion when I read about people carrying axes around to see

all my life everyone told me never to use gustar without an indirect object and a friend from Puerto Rico says gusta to mean "cool" all the time and it made me question everything

#asks #spanish vocabulary #spanish #langblr #learn spanish #long post

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romikuromi · 2 months

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Hello there, it’s me Momo🩷

Here’s a little description of things I love and envy

I’m from the Indian subcontinent.

Spent my entire childhood between mountains and valleys. For a change shifted to Delhi which I regret tremendously.

I love farming, gardening, stitching clothes, crocheting, writing poems and maintaining a journal.

I enjoy long walks and bicycle rides.

I prefer going to a bookstore or a restaurant all by myself. I love self-dates.

I want to settle someday at an unknown meadow with mountains and lakes at a cottage core house, with big windows and minimalistic furniture with a wooden chimney, a library with some cats and the man I love.

I’m a student, fortunately academically gifted/blessed.

I did my undergrad from Indraprastha college for women under the university of Delhi in the discipline of geography Hons. Currently pursuing my masters from Jamia Milia Islamia.

I love movies; and my favourite genre is dystopian reality. So far I have watched 750+ movies which include almost every linguistic diversity as I strongly believe in the adherence of, “you can’t find gold unless you dig the dirt.”

I love reading books, like a lot. I can speak 5 different languages and out of them, 3 languages are engraved within my system. Starting from Greek Literature Iliad by Homer to metaphysics by aristotle; reading short stories of Rabindranath Tagore in Bengali as well as reciting Gazals of Gulzar in Hindi itself, I believe I have defined base in my own culture as well as to others. Again, when it comes to dystopian, I envy reading The Hunger Games and The Maze Runners. Do Androids dream of electric sheep? Comes under my top 5 dystopian reads; as this book was later adopted into a world class movie franchise called The Blade Runner. I lean towards Harry Potter more than The Lord of the Rings. I have read A song of ice and fire which people are so batshit crazy about and famously known as the “Game of thrones.” I didn’t watch a single episode but I know more than any fan I believe.

If you intervene and ask, then yeah you can think of me as a “nerd” hehehe because my preference and taste of things leans towards being more of geek tbh🩷🩷

I also enjoy watching animated series/anime and sit coms. I’m a sucker for The Big Bang Theory and Young Sheldon and will rewatch them for an eternity if asked. My favourite anime is Gintama but the list is peculiar and long as I have been watching anime/reading manga since I was 9 years old. My first anime was Dragon Ball z and Pokémon. I also watched Doraemon and Shinchan series/movies. The list goes on when it comes to entertainment but mine is more restricted than common which people watch out of peer pressure. Below are some examples for understanding my taste and likings.

My favourite dystopian movies are (Top 20)

1. Shutter Island.

2. Interstellar

3. The Dark knight

4. The Dark knight Rises

5. Captain America: the winter soldier

6. Rouge one: a star war’s story

7. Tron legacy

8. Harry Potter and the prisoner of Azkaban

9. The Hobbit: the desolation of Smaug

10. Star Trek Enterprise

11. Star Wars: the empire strikes back

12. Blade runner

13. Blade runner 2049

14. Dune

15. V for vendetta

16. Maze runner

17. The Hunger Games

18. Oblivion

19. The Truman show

20. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind

Top 15 Anime

1. Gintama

2. Neon Genesis Evangelion

3. Berserk

4. Mob psycho

5. Steins Gate

6. Violet evergarden

7. Monster

8. Parasyte

9. Heavenly delusion

10. Ergo proxy

11. Full Metal Alchemist

12, That time when I got reincarnated as a slime

13. Campfire cooking in another world with my absurd cooking skills

14. Barakamon

15. Bunny Drop

Top 10 Anime Movies

1. Princess Mononoke by Studio Ghibli

2. Up from the poppy hill by Studio Ghibli

3. My neighbor Totoro by Studio Ghibli

4. The End of Evangelion by Hideaki Anno

5. Spirited Away by Studio Ghibli

6. Perfect blue by Satosi Kon

7. Akira by Katsuhiro Otomo

8. Ghost in the Shell by Mamoru Oshii

9. Violet evergarden: the movie by Taichi Ishidate

10. Doraemon: Nobita’s new dinosaur by Kazuaki Imai, Toshihisa Yokoshima, in collaboration with Kyoto animation studio Wasabi Mizuta, Megumi Ohara, Shihoko Hagino.

I know it may seem boring and I usually don’t find people with such diversity, but it would be good to be a part of this community. I envy people who respects art and literature of every culture and not demeaning them.

Have a good day people muah 🩷

#entertainment #anime movie #movies #80s movies #80s anime #anime 80s #90s anime #anime and manga #anime #dystopia #science fiction #novels #fem reader #tumblr milestone

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yesimwriting · 1 year

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Resurgence

A/n this is a product of me going with the flow to get rid of some writer’s block, i originally wanted to write a jason x reader story but this became much more background heavy and turned into something else so i’m thinking maybe mini series! some found family vibes, idk though

Summary: After an impulsive attempt to run away with your best friend ends in an accident that alters everything about you (literally--like on a genetic level), you’re pushed into the Titan’s world.

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Earlier.

I know it’s too early for total cynicism, but the note Jenna left out on the counter doesn’t allow for much else. A passive aggressive, vague scribbling reminding me that just because we went to bed and woke up doesn’t mean the fight is over. The note is taped to a box of cereal because she’s pointedly reminding me that there’s a reason she’s not here making me breakfast. Whatever.

I pour myself a bowl before pulling open the door to the fridge. The nearly empty carton of milk is expired. Perfect.

My phone starts to buzz before I can get rid of souring milk. Violet’s contact name and picture takes up my screen as I pick up the device. “Hey.”

“Do you remember yesterday? When you were talking about just getting in a car and driving anywhere and everywhere and never looking back?”

Intense way to start a before 8AM call. “Weird conversation starter... but yeah.”

She sighs, the sound a puff of air into my receiver. “I took my step dad’s car, I’m about to pass your house, do you want to come with me?”

Oh my god. She’s lost it. “Are you insane?”

“Do you want to get out of here or not?”

My eyes fall to the skirt of my uniform and then to Jenna’s note. Memories of last night’s argument hit with no warning. “Let’s go.”

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Present.

There’s light and then I’m plunged back into darkness. A nothingness that I can feel. A nothingness that aches. Get up. Get up. Get--

My body won’t move. I latch onto the only thing I can, the faint prickle of light from behind my eyes. It’s kind of...irritating. And I can hear a strange, flat ringing. I screw my eyes shut tighter, a touch of mobility returning. Slowly, enough of it comes back for me to open my eyes.

Okay. I’m staring at a roof. Not at the sky...and not at Violet’s...The thought brings me back to the pain in my body. Everything is sore, but I’m resting somewhere that should be comfortable. A bed, not the side of the road...not the last place I remember.

Wait--where am I? I sit up fully, the buzzing noise turns into a sporadic mess of beeping. Each bump of noise feels like it’s striking me in the head. My hands stretch forward to rub my face. The movement feels like mush and restrained.

My eyes drop to my arms. There’s a tube sticking out of my arm, an object I vaguely register as an IV. A few other wires are sticking out from me, including a tube in my nose. Okay--this is getting weird. I sit up a little more before twisting my fingers around the oxygen tube.

“I wouldn’t--” My body presses as far back into the cot as I physically can before snapping my head forward. There’s a guy standing next to one of two chairs lined neatly against a wall. “I don’t think you should touch that.”

Has he been here the entire time? And--and what is ‘the entire time’? How long has it been since Violet?

The question claws its way all the way to the tip of my tongue. I clamp my mouth shut to keep from asking it because I already know. After what I saw...what I felt...I know the answer. No one gets put back together after going through what happened to Violet and the last thing I want right now is to get into it with a stranger who may or may not be a danger. Speaking it into the world feels too real, too solid a vulnerability.

All I can do is stare at the stranger. His neat brown hair and put together posture seem mature enough that he could be a doctor if I’m going with the assumption that this is a hospital, but that doesn’t feel right. He’s not wearing a lab coat and his clothing feels a little too casual. He also feels a little too young to have finished med school.

“...You’re not a doctor.”

He takes my analysis well, tilting his chin down quickly in some sort of nod. “No.” The stranger takes a small step forward, more of a shift in my direction. “What do--do you know where you are? Do you remember anything?”

The question is a jab to already bruised ribs. Do I remember? Remember the car that came out of nowhere, that started chasing us at the gas station; the box Jenna pulled out from under the seats; the electric feeling of that liquid in my veins; waking up again and seeing the wreckage, seeing Jenna...

I swallow it all down, eyeing the stranger a little more cautiously. The urgency is weird. There are only so many reasons for a stranger to be in a hospital room with me. There’s a small chance he’s just some kind of good samaritan, who found me bleeding out somehow. He could also be with the people from the car or--or something else. Something bigger.

“Why do you care?” The words feel too raspy to have any real bite. “Actually, a better question--who even are you?”

His eyebrows draw together briefly, almost reluctantly. “I’m Dick Grayson.”

It’s a patient introduction, not exactly soft but politer than I expected. I don’t know what the appropriate reaction is, so I just nod.

Something about the way he’s lingering tells me that this strange interaction hasn’t been enough for him. Dick is going to push his questions or ask something else or maybe even justify his presence, but before he gets to do any of that, the door is pushed open.

A woman in a lab coat doesn’t even throw a curious glance in Dick’s direction. Does that indicate that he’s been in here for awhile? Or--or did he tell the hospital we’re in that I know him somehow?

“Okay,” the doctor hums, extending the last syllable as she glances at a clipboard, “You’re looking a lot better after the scare you gave us.” Her eyes shift away from my chart and towards the heart monitor that’s now beeping steadily, “Hm. That last alert must have been some kind of system error.”

Whatever that means. “Uh--scare?”

She presses her lips together, briefly turning her attention back to the clip board. “You were rushed into treatment, your body has experienced significant trauma.” The doctor pauses to take a breath, “Maybe this would be better discussed later. With a parent.”

“What happened after...the accident?” She still seems unsure. “Please.”

The doctor lets out a hesitant sigh, “During your treatment, your heart briefly stopped.” I--I flatlined? “But after you restabilized, there were no further complications and you seem well on your way to making a full recovery.” I nod blankly. “Is there anyone we should call for you?” Ugh. Jenna’s so going to kill me. “Could you use a minute first?”

“A minute sounds like a good idea.” Whoever Dick Grayson is, he has no issue over inserting himself.

The doctor nods, being suspiciously unsuspicious of the random guy, “Alright, I’ll be back.”

She leaves; Dick doesn’t. I turn my arm over, staring at the IV in my arm. Maybe if I’m quiet enough, he’ll leave.

“You remember the accident.” Guess the assumption that he’d just leave was an optimistic one.

My fingers twist the thin fabric of the hospital blanket. “Did you find me or something?”

Dick pauses, thinking about the best way to answer what must feel like a fragile question. “Or something.” Weird. “That car you were in, it wasn’t yours.”

Great, now I’m not only going to have to tell Violet’s parents what happened to her, I’m also going to get arrested for stealing a car. “No.”

The confession has no affect on him. He seemed sure enough in his assumption, so maybe he already decided my answer wouldn’t matter. “Did you know what was in the car?”

There’s a generalness in the question that I could use to my advantage--should use to my advantage--but the memories resurfacing make all rational thought impossible. The stuff in the car is what got me here.

“No,” the answer is more honest than I should be, “Not until after.”

His eyebrows pinch together, a hint of something less stoic bleeding into his expression. Maybe a touch of empathy. It’s not overbearing or much, but the shift is enough to make me feel exposed. Too exposed for some guy who I met through a hospital room and has only given me his name. A part of me wishes my phone was on me--a google search could potentially help.

I flatten my hands on my lap. “How do you know about the car?” The last people that knew about the weird fluid rammed themselves into a car until it flipped off a bridge. He could easily be working for them--some nice enough looking guy to make sure I woke up without freaking out and alerting anyone.

“I’m not with them.” Dick provides his defense stiffly, like he’s aware of its lack of strength.

The call button is only inches away from my hand. “Right, ‘cause the people that used a car to push my car off a bridge are for sure above lying.”

He takes another mini-step forward. “I’m actually trying to help you.”

Another thing he can’t prove. “Then tell me how you know about the blue stuff.”

Dick tries to suppress a sigh. I can’t tell if he was working under the assumption that I’d just wake up and happily go along with whatever. “...Because I’ve been looking for it.”

“That’s not sketchy at all.”

Something else tugs at his expression that’s different than before. Not pity or an apology, more like a general acknowledgement of how weird he’s being. “I saw the accident.” The words hit harder than they should considering the lack of meanness. “One of the vials was missing.”

Right before the accident, I opened the small box to see what Violet was talking about. I took one of the vials out to examine it and then the car flipped. “So you have the other vials?”

My question isn’t appreciated. “Do you know what happened after the accident?” The first few minutes, I was still awake. Conscious enough to crawl my way out of the car, but everything after that is stuck behind a dark wall. He takes my silence as an answer. “The battery was completely fried, but the engine was still running.”

That’s a fun fact? “Uh--cool?” I never did ask him anything that would reveal how mentally well he is. “I must have missed that while trying to crawl out of it before it exploded or something.”

“I didn’t--” The corner of my mouth turns up a little at his slight unease. I wasn’t sarcastic with the intention of being mean or making the stranger uncomfortable, but I’m not exactly mad it happened. He seems to catch onto the fact that I’m only giving him a hard time because I can. “Cars need batteries to run.”

Dick’s eyes stay trained on me after those words, analyzing my reaction to them. My first instinct is to dismiss it. I can’t imagine that car ever being fixed and car batteries are replaceable. That’s the least of its issues. Then it hits me--how was the engine running? “Oh.” He’s still watching. Why? “...What does a car have to do with me?”

“The people that are looking for the vials are dangerous.” I lift an arm to gesture to my IV, a quiet way of saying no shit. “They’re going to come back.”

My stomach knots at that. It’s not like I necessarily thought this was all over, but I hadn’t considered what could happen next. “I don’t have the missing vial.” As far as I know, he’s no one important, but the urge to get him to believe me hits hard and fast. “It probably fell and--and shattered or something.”

His expression doesn’t give me anything to work with. “If you come with me, I can test if it had any effects on you--”

Okay, I know a kidnapping scam when I see one. “You’re kidding, right?” He keeps his blankness, his posture somehow straighter than it was before. Dick’s radiating a sense of authority that’s definitely practiced. “Are you asking or telling?”

“I’m trying to help.”

“And if I don’t want your help because there’s no way some weird, lab goo did anything to me?” My hand shifts forward, reaching for the remote with the help button. “You seem nice enough, thank you for not leaving me to die in some underpass, but I think it’s time you go. Good luck with your goo situation.”

Dick’s eyes drop down to my hand. In about two steps, he’s at the side of my bed. “Don’t.”

I’ve never wanted to press a button more in my life. My thumb finds the trigger, but before I can press it, a strong grip secures itself around my wrist. He moved so quickly, I’m still registering the fact that he went to grab me. Who is this guy?

Before I can warn him that I have nothing against screaming bloody murder until someone separates us, I’m snapped out of my thoughts. My body feels disconnected, like it’s floating.

A light flickers behind my eyes, glazing over my vision. Some strong, hard to name thing pulls at my stomach, an even stronger feeling settles in my chest. That one is easier to listen to as something flickers to the front of my mind like a hazy memory or unfinished dream. I can’t tell what it is, but my body knows to trust it. To believe it. Do I know him?

The feeling is so close to familiarity that it feels like a physical hit. My fingers go slack, and the remote slips from my grasp and onto the cot. He lets go and moves back into place immediately.

I know that deciding whether or not to let some random guy run some sort of test on me cannot be a choice so influenced by a vibe. But what I saw has drained most of the fight from me. Maybe it’s a side effect of the car accident. Like some type of internal bleeding?

“Sorry, I don’t--”

“You want to run some tests on me or--?” It’s more of a summary for me than a direct question for him. Ugh. Maybe if he had asked for anything less weird...then again, I can’t think of anything that wouldn’t be weird from a stranger that’s just in my hospital room. “How do you even know about this?”

He hesitates, “Long story.”

Helpful. I guess it is kind of comforting that he’s this bad at getting me to want to come with him, because no respectable kidnapper would be this openly weird. And that instinct is still at the back of my mind, urging me to trust him. “You get that you’re super sketchy, right?” If this is some kind of trap, I deserve what I’m going to get. “If I agree, can I borrow a phone to call someone?” Grabbing my phone wasn’t a priority when I crawled out of that car, and I really doubt it somehow miraculously made its way to the hospital with me.

“Parents?”

Jenna’s so gonna kill me. “Sort of.” I’m not in the mood to get into my living situation, so I just stare at my sheets before he can ask. “What? You’re the only that gets to be cryptic?” The attempt at humor surprises me. He’s still a stranger, but my head isn’t accepting that.

“You can call them.”

“Then...okay.” I’m going to end up on dateline and my episode will be so boring some girl with a true crime podcast will skip my episode. “But if you’re some kidnapping serial killer, I will fuck you up.”

The corner of his mouth turns up a bit, like something about what I said is amusing him. Kind of rude, considering that I’m being completely serious, but I can’t decide if that makes me feel better or worse about my decision.

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This might be one of the nicest buildings I’ve ever stepped foot in. It’s not like the building Dick’s led me to is overly extravagant, but it’s definitely structured in a way that feels well off. Like it’s owned by the kind of rich person that’s so wealthy they don’t feel the need to prove it.

“Dude,” I give myself a second to take in the space, “If you had led with how nice this place is, we could’ve skipped the whole hospital argument.”

My presence here feels a little bit like a smudge. It’s not like I’m always put together or feel like I should be overly dressed up, but the hospital gave me back what I was wearing during the accident. Because Violet decided to runaway before school, I left the house in my uniform. It’s not the cruelest thing I’ve seen a Catholic school put someone in, but the plaid skirt and white button down don’t do much for my confidence, and they didn’t exactly hold up in the chaos of the accident...neither did my hair or face.

“Really?”

I shrug, still looking around the space, “It definitely wouldn’t have hurt.” Tugging on the dirt smeared edge of my sleeve, I turn back to him. “I’m Y/n, by the way.” It’s not information I really wanted to give, but I’m already here. It’s not like he can double kidnap me if that’s what this is, and knowing who I am won’t change anything. If he tries to use me for ransom all he’ll be able to get from Jenna is an IOU. “Felt weird that I hadn’t said that yet.”

The car accident must have seriously damaged my self preservation abilities, or maybe it’s the fact that anything I can latch onto is a distraction from Violet, because I step further into the room, fully entering the space and seeing the full living room.

Two heads on the side of the couch that I couldn’t see before snap towards me so quickly it almost feels like they moved in sync. The one farthest from me has a dark purple bob and the boy next to her has green hair. The stare off is a little weird and refuels my doubts. They both look a lot closer to my age than Dick’s.

The girl breaks the silence, “Who’s this?”

I’m not sure if that’s a question directed at me or Dick, but I answer anyway, “I--”

“You wanted to call someone, right?” Dick steps up so that he’s next to me, handing me an unlocked cell phone.

Weird place to jump in, but at least he isn’t being cagey and taking away my ability to contact someone. “Yeah.” I take the phone, already dreading this conversation. “Could I get some water?”

“Kitchen’s that way, take whatever you want.” Looking through a rich guy’s fridge might take the sting out of being berated by Jenna.

I start walking in the direction he gestured towards. “Cool.”

After finding the kitchen, I dial Jenna’s number. She answers on the second ring. “Okay--don’t freak out.”

“Where the fuck are you? Were you kidnapped?”

“One, that sounds like freaking out. Two, why are you always assuming I’ve been kidnapped?”

She sighs before getting my name out in a way that tells me to not mess with her right now. That makes me cut to the chase, summarizing majority of what happened and glossing over what I can’t get out or explain. She gets extra mad when I tell her that I followed a stranger home just because they said they found me. Jenna rightfully yells at me, and then finally asks me where I am.

The realization that I have no clue makes me feel a lot worse about the situation. I paid extra attention on the drive here, but no part of this felt like any part of Gotham I’ve ever been to. Maybe it’s because it’s a richer area?

I duck my head back into the living room, “Hey, Dick?” He looks up from the two in the living room, who I guess he was giving some context to. “I’m on the phone and someone wants to pick me up. Where are--” Jenna cuts me off in that way of hers, reminding me how much I suck at giving directions. “Uh--she wants to talk to you.”

His eyebrows draw together, “Your mom?”

Shrugging, I start walking towards him. “Uh--my Jenna,” I hold the phone out towards him, “That’s like having a mom, just...louder.” He eyes the phone oddly. “You’ll see.” He’ll have to, Jenna gets her way.

Dick takes the phone, instantly catching on to what I meant and stepping away to talk to her. He throws out the part of stolen car, which would have been nice for him to keep to himself. Then he says...San Francisco, which makes no sense to me because Violet and I were nowhere near California. That’s where she wanted to go, but we barely made it out of Gotham before it all happened.

I blink, sitting down on the couch in shock. My head then turns to the boy next to me, “Hi, I’m Y/n.”

After a second, he smiles politely and says, “Gar.”

“Nice to meet you,” a little awkward, but he’s looking at me so politely I can’t help but fall back on normal habits, “Are we not in Gotham?”

He briefly looks confused and then a little apologetic, “No.”

Great, I’m brain damaged. That’s the only logical explanation for how I got to San Francisco without even realizing it. “...Cool.”

The girl sits up a little more, looking over at me, “Are you okay?”

“Uh,” all of my potential answers make me sound insane, “I’ve been better.”

Dick’s conversation with Jenna seems to be getting calmer, which bugs me a little. I can’t explain it, it’s just suspicious that he’s not only this super upstanding guy that helped me get to and from the hospital, he’s also capable of getting Jenna on his side. He ends the call.

Before he can give any kind of update, I’m already up, “How am I not in Gotham?” I don’t give him the chance to answer. “You said you saw the accident, so that means you got me here.”

“No.” I wonder how quickly I could get out of here. My body’s still sore, but pain’s something to worry about later. “I--exaggerated on how much I saw.”

He’s not exactly helping himself, “So you've been lying this entire time.”

“I didn’t want to scare you.”

That sounds like something a kidnapper would be worried about. Panic rises in my chest and the room feels too hot, too charged. The lights briefly waver and that only adds to my stress. “Then how did I get here?”

Dick’s looking at me the same way he did in the hospital. A hesitant sort of empathy. It’s restrained, but it feels so genuine that my stomach twists. If he’s not the one that dragged me here, then that means that--and how much time did I lose?

It feels too naive to believe him just because of a look, but that would explain a lot. If he had seen the accident, he would have had more questions. He probably would have mentioned Violet. “How’d you find me? And--and why’d you say that stuff about the car battery?”

“They had you, and the battery thing was a little different than what I said.” The confirmation is a punch to the gut. How long was I out? What did they do to me? Why did they take me when they had the vials? “Jenna’s flying out first thing tomorrow.” I must look like I’m about to snap, because he’s making a point of keeping his words even and slow. I don’t know how she’s going to fly out considering she maxed out her credit card trying to buy concert tickets. “We can get you something more comfortable to wear and something to eat before we get into anything else.”

He’s just trying to be nice, understanding, but it makes me feel too much like a little kid. Especially since there are two people around my age watching this play out. There’s still a chance this is some kind of trap, but it’s a little too late to decide if I trust him. I give in with a reluctant nod.

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The shower pressure I just experienced is something that I can’t see myself forgetting. Before I walked into the bathroom the girl, who I learned is named Rachel, brought me something comfortable. Some elastic pajama pants and a black crewneck.

I don’t know how much of it is Rachel being genuine or if Dick told her to hang around a little, but she showed up a little after I got out of the shower and took me to a guest bedroom so I could put away my clothes. She then walked me to the kitchen, awkwardly admitted that they’re overdue for a grocery run before giving me some options.

Rachel ends up making me a grilled cheese. It’s a little awkward letting a stranger do something for me, but it’d feel even weirder casually using an unfamiliar kitchen like I live here.

My hunger felt all consuming until food was put in front of me. I keep thinking of Violet and all the hours I lost. But rationally, I know I should eat something and that it’d be kind of rude not to, so I take small bites of the edge of my sandwich.

I’m still working on the first triangular half when Gar shows up, offering me another polite smile. I force myself to return it even though the day’s starting to catch up with me.

“Uh-hey,” he walks into the kitchen, “I know I introduced myself earlier, but that was...” Gar brushes that train of thought away with a small breath, “Uh--are you feeling better?”

I nod, turning to face him, “The shower helped.” I set my half of the grilled cheese down, “I picked so many twigs out of my hair.” Why would I say that?

“Yeah, you look a little better.” He reaches the counter, tapping his fingers on the counter, “Not that you looked bad before! Just that you look like you’re feeling a little better.”

The correction comes out like a knee-jerk reaction. Like he really thought he might have offended me. “I get it,” I can’t help but smile a little, “And absolutely no worries if you had meant it the other way, I saw myself in the mirror. I definitely looked accurate to my car accident.” I thought mentioning the car accident casually would make it feel breezy and normal, but it just feels sad. “There’s no non-weird way to say that.”

“It’s fine.” Gar’s words come out so assured I almost believe him, “We’ve heard weirder.”

Rachel nods, “A lot weirder.”

I look between the two of them before taking another bite out of my grilled cheese. They’re both looking at me while trying to pretend that they’re doing something else. I guess I know how my 4th grade class guinea pig felt.

A part of me wants to start conversation. Some of it is the awkward feel of silence and some of it is the urge to return their niceness, but I’m also tired and not sure how much of a point there is. Tomorrow, I’ll be back home and likely permanently grounded.

“Do you feel like we’re hovering?” Rachel’s question takes me by surprise. Before I can instinctually tell them that they’re both fine, she continues, “We can give you some space if you want. I know it’s a little overwhelming.”

What is? Showing up here? The accident? It shouldn’t matter considering that I’m leaving tomorrow. “Some quiet might be nice,” I admit, “Just because Dick’s probably going to show up and get me to--” He never did specify what he was going to check out about me. Do they know that’s why I’m here? Also--why are they here? “I don’t even know. Just something I’m not really looking forward to.”

“We get it,” Rachel hums, stepping away from the counter, “We’ll give you a minute.”

The two actually leave, a part of me is surprised at how genuine that was. They didn’t even linger like I might at best steal something and at worse finally snap. I get two minutes of quiet before the sound of footsteps entering the kitchen puts me back into focus mode.

I tilt my head slightly, expecting Rachel or Gar or maybe even Dick. It’s...none of them. The person I don’t know walks straight past me and towards the fridge. They open it, the small light illuminating their skin in a way that makes the sheen of sweat impossible to ignore.

He pulls out a bottle of water, shuts the door, and then looks at me. There’s no hint of surprise as his eyes briefly focus on my face before trailing downwards. Is he-- “Something happen to your face?”

This again. Stupid car accident had to bust my lip and bruise my face. “Uh--” While Rachel and Gar were attentive and purposefully polite, trying to apply regular social standards to an abnormal situation, this guy doesn’t seem to care about that at all. The thought of just blankly stating the car accident thing again, especially to someone this forward, is so unappealing I just blurt out, “Drug deal gone wrong.”

Oh my god, the more I interact with people, the more I realize there has to be something seriously wrong with me. Like brain damage. Like over-40-pro-football player lever of concussed.

Before I can say anything, he tilts his head again, looking me over more openly than before, "Right, because you seem the type.”

I can’t tell if he’s making fun of me or amused. Probably the first one. “The best drug dealers don’t seem like drug dealers.”

“Really?” There’s a level of kind-of-there annoyance that throws me. Like irritated is his natural state and it’s miracle enough that I didn’t make it worse. But the confidence in his voice keeps it from being fully bitter.

“No,” I tap my nails on the counter, “I just didn’t feel like getting into the car accident thing again.”

He’s quiet for a second, “And you thought drug deals would be easier?”

I shrug, feeling a little smaller. I can’t tell if I can’t stand him or think he’s a little funny. “Must be an early sign of brain damage.”

He tilts his water bottle in a vague gesture towards my face. “I’d believe it.”

Rude. I know I just said it, but still. “At least I have an excuse.”

His eyebrows draw together in offense, and it doesn’t make me feel great. He wasn’t that bad and that was sort of a jump, but I’ll probably never see him again, so...

“What’s your--”

Before he can get into any sort of rant, a voice cuts him off, “Jason.” Oh, it’s Dick. I turn my head enough to catch his tense look. “Leave her alone.”

“She started it.”

Okay, yeah, I think he annoys me more than I find him funny. “Nice come back,” I mumble, pushing away from the counter, “What are you? 12?”

“If you want to find out--”

Ah. I’ve been through too much today for this. "Like that line’s ever worked.”

He isn’t swayed by my reaction, “Trust me, I don’t need--”

“Okay,” Dick inserts himself into the conversation, and a part of me is glad for the excuse to leave. “Enough.” He then looks at me, “Are you ready?”

At least it’ll be over soon. “As long as you don’t tell me that stuff turned me part alien or whatever.”

He draws his eyebrows together, “Part alien?”

“So magical science goo is real, but my thing’s unrealistic.”

#dc titans #titans show #titans x reader #dick grayson #jason todd x reader #jason todd #redhood #redhood x reader #gar logan #rachel roth

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24hrs since i read Iron Flame and I'm still thinking about it!! so much happened in this book that I feel like I read three books in one and I loved it so much even if the ending had me screaming and wishing I had the next book already!!

Spoilers (and my thoughts) under the cut!

Xaden and Violet in this one were perfect in their flaws and I love how hard they worked on their relationship! If they are not endgame by the end of this series I will find my own dragon just to set the whole series on fire. The fact that they had such limited time together and usually had to choose whether to fight/argue over their issues or just be together was so sad and frustrating so I was glad when Xaden finally made them have the tough conversations. Their protectiveness of each other is so sweet and don't even get me started on Xaden coming to rescue Violet from Basgiath because I was deceased reading it. Also the scene with the throne *smirky face* "my house. my chair. my woman." Damn straight Xaden, say it louder for the people in the back. I will not let the ending deter me. They will find a cure of Xaden. They just have to. Like they can speak in each other's minds, that is soulmate stuff right there. They have to be end game. Also the reveal about Xaden's second signet had me screaming.

Tairn and Andarna were hilarious and the reveal about Andarna at the end also has me eagerly waiting for the next book. Their bond with Violet is so cute (and funny). They really are just Grumpy Dad, Eldest Daughter, Baby Sister energy.

Violet and her squad, particularly, Rhiannon, Ridoc, and Sawyer are the definition of found family and I love how loyal they are to each other. I also loved the addition of the new characters, Sloane and Aaric and adored more page time for Jesinia.

I'm meh about Dain's redemption arc. I don't hate it but I'd be fine if it wasn't there. I am glad he chose Violet's side in the end and that he accepted her and Xaden instead of trying to become between them. I'd say this book made me hate Dain 60% less but I still wouldn't care if he died.

Love that the Sorrengail siblings are back together!! i do think more could've been done with their mum but I did like her ending, sacrificing herself for her children and country. I do think it also could have been interesting material for the next book for her to have gone against Melgren's orders or something and have to seek shelter in Aretia where she would've had to confront her decisions and the pain they caused - not to mention deal with the anger Brennan has towards her. I think it would've been more impactful if the relationship between her and her children was explored a little more before killing her off as her death didn't really hit me as hard as it should've. The only scenes we ever really got of the Sorrengail siblings and their mum were all relatively negative, always arguing or disagreeing about something so it felt slightly realistic how devastated Violet and Mira were at her death.

All in all loved this book but literally so much happened in it that I'm glad I don't have the next one at my fingertips just to give me time to process and reread before the next one does come out. I'm really excited to see where the story goes and I loved the little hints of things that are obviously going to be addressed in the next one!!

#iron flame #iron flame spoilers #fourth wing #fourth wing spoilers

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The Eyes of the Dragon

Summary: the Prince arrives at Casterly Rock

Pairing: Deamon Targaryen x Lannister!oc

A/N: This is the third installment in my AU story. You can read Chapter 1 and Chapter 2 here. I appreciate all that likes, reblogs and comments. Thank you for reading and interacting!

Jaylon had not slept well. She tossed and turned most of the evening. She watched as the early morning sun bathed her chambers in light. Anxious energy coursed through her veins and she knew the only remedy. She dressed in her riding attire and decided to stay hidden until closer to midday once her obligation this morning had ended.

She broke her fast with her father, step-mother and Jasline. They all gave her a look upon seeing her attire but nothing was said. Jaylon sat in silence while her family discussed the events of the coming day. She tried to not pay more attention than needed to. Her brothers with their wives would be arriving sometime after midday. She knew to be expected at dinner but other than that she had resigned herself to be on her own.

Once the morning meal was finished, she walked back to her chambers and into seclusion. She felt a hand hook her arm. Jasline laughed at her jolt of surprise, “oh now dear sister. Certainly you do not plan on riding all day.”

“No. I’m going to hide in my chamber until near midday and then I shall go for a ride. All the while you will dazzle the Prince with your beauty and charm. By dinner, his Highness will have found his perfect match.”

“Yes, after I tell him all about you he will.”

“Jasline,” choosing her next words carefully, “I see you are committed to this but please don’t squander your chance or perhaps undermine everything for the idea of love.”

“Love is the greatest gift we have. I would risk everything for Thomas.”

She wanted to tell her to not be juvenile. Instead she remained silent.

“You need not worry. I can be extremely persuasive.”

“I am well aware of your ability to sway the opinion of almost anyone. I fear that if his opinion is swayed, I will be blamed by Father for undermining his idea. That somehow I convinced you to do this for me and he will never forgive me.”

Jasline hugs her tightly, “I will shoulder the blame. Even if he wishes to blame you, I will ensure he will not and cannot.”

The sisters stand in each other's embrace for a few moments of silence. Jasline felt Jaylon slump against her. She believed her sister to be the strongest person in the Seven Kingdoms. However she also knew that she was the safest place for Jaylon to be let her guard down. She also knew to not mention the feeling of wetness now present on her shoulder.

“All will be well,” she whispered while rubbing circles on Jaylon’s back, “I’m sure he is a wonderful man despite the rumors. He is clearly fiercely loyal to his family. He will be loyal to you. Do not be afraid, sister.”

Jaylon nods and stands away from her sister. She wipes her tears, “I will endeavor to not be.”

Their quiet was interrupted by a thundering sound overhead. They looked to the sky to see the shadow of a dragon.

Jasline smiles, “I should be going. I will see you at dinner then?”

Jaylon nods and disappears into her chambers. Jasline begins her walk back to the courtyard. She went over everything she wanted to say. She knew how important it was to present Jaylon as an attraction other than herself. She felt a sense of calm come over her and she knew to her very core this was the right course of action.

What she couldn’t prepare herself for was the actual sight of him. She was formally introduced by her father and she gave her best curtsey. As her eyes met his, it nearly stole her breath. Targaryens are known for their appearances and Jasline now understands why. The silver hair was an obvious sign but his eyes, violet. She had never seen anything like it. For a moment, she had forgotten how to speak.

“Lady Jasline, a pleasure,” inclining his head as he spoke.

“The pleasure is entirely ours, Your Highness. You honor our house with this visit.”

There were more pleasantries exchanged and her father conducted a small tour of the grounds. Daemon seemed to at least feign interest in the words your father was speaking. No matter how fine Casterly Rock is, it is not the scale of the Red Keep or even Dragonstone. He is at least polite enough to carry on conversation with only the occasional glance to Jasline.

She did her best to keep herself calm, knowing soon she would be relatively alone with the Prince. Her father would chaperone them but keep his distance. She hoped he would catch on to what she was hinting at. She was taken out of her reverie by being asked to show His Highness the gardens.

“Shall we then,” smiling softly as she speaks.

He motions for her to lead the way. Her father trails behind. She gives information to the Prince about the flowers growing or about the path to walk. He listened to her politely. When she reached a point that she was sure her father had stopped listening, she lowered her voice, “I’m sure that you could care less about these gardens.”

“Am I so transparent,” mirth lighting his violet eyes.

“I would like to say I am glad I have been given the opportunity to meet you. I would be remiss, however, if I didn’t apologize for my younger sister Jaylon not being there to greet you.”

“She had duties to attend to, or so I’m told.”

Jasline sighs, “I’m afraid she has this habit of not conforming to formality. So it was advantageous for her to not be present.”

He smiles, “She sounds delightful.”

“She is delightful and beautiful, if I must say. Her hair is lighter than mine and her eyes are a shade of blue and gray. She’s quite well read and speaks seven languages. She is also more adept at High Valyrian than I.”

“Lady Jasline, if I didn't know better I would say you were trying to turn my attention.”

“Am I so transparent,” she returns his words.

“Very well then. Shall we be more honest with each other?”

“As you wish my Prince.”

He stops to appear to admire some plant, “I know that you have been exchanging letters with a Baratheon. A great deal of them.”

“Thomas, your Highness. I love him.”

“Then, why would your father agree to this at all?”

“Thomas is a second son and fifth born. I am an eldest daughter. Father believes him to not be worthy of me, even with a prior marriage, which I know you have knowledge of as well. I have a way that we could be of greater assistance to each other and in turn to my sister.”

“I’m listening.”

“I cannot presume to know your mind or what you were told about the need for you to be wed. I can only hope the desire was for a Lannister bride, not a specific one of us.”

His eyes locked on hers, “then why exclude your sister from greeting me?”

“Father believes her to not be suited for you. For all her strengths and intelligence, she can be quite strong willed. In addition to that, she does have a reputation amongst the Lords of Westeros. Seeing as no match has been found for her.”

“If you’re asking what I know of her, she sounds as if she will not suffer a brute or a simple man. She also sounds as if she is not afraid to speak her mind.”

“She is not afraid of that. What she does fear is a life that will be dull. She told me there is more to being a wife than bringing an heir forth. That one must have the strength to support her husband even when every other person defies them. As much of a warrior as you are, she would be one for you.”

“One has to wonder,” he takes in the view as to not draw any attention, “you wish to put your sister in my way. To have me take her to wed even against the wishes of your father. Why?”

“Your Highness,” she sighs, “it would be unfair to you to force you to wed someone who loves another.”

“It would be. No more unfair than asking you to stop feeling for him the way you do,” the two of you rounded the path back toward the courtyard, “I can choose whomever I wish. So, how can I be of service to you Lady Jasline?”

“My sister has told me many times that marriages are arrangements. All I need is mine to be arranged. My words to my father fall on deaf ears….”

A wry grin crawls across his face, “but the word of a Prince and heir to the throne would carry all the weight you need to ensure your happiness.”

Tears well in her eyes, “I would owe you a great debt. However, I believe the gift of my sister would be enough for repayment.”

“A Lannister that would even propose a debt? You are most serious my Lady,” gripping the hilt of his sword, “I should like to speak with her without calling attention to her.”

“She has said that she would be riding near midday. There is a young mare who she favors that is a bit restless. Perhaps my Prince could take leave to check on his mount and find his way to our stables that are just off the courtyard?”

He laughs and she thinks it’s a privilege to hear, “not that you have given any thought to this.”

She mimics a look of shock, “of course not my Prince.”

The pair walked back in the direction of Jason Lannister. Daemon was sure to thank Jasline for showing him the gardens, but he skillfully convinced the lord of the house that it would be wise for him to look in on Caraxes lest some farmers lose cattle.

The ruse was convincing enough. Daemon even assured him he could make his way back to the courtyard without an escort. He had the sense to head in the direction of where he had landed. He took in the ground of Casterly Rock and thought in another life it would have been a fine place to spend his youth.

What he wasn’t prepared for was the sight of her. He stepped behind the shade of trees as she rode towards the stables. She is far more fair than her sister, he thought. She was clearly a skilled rider; she had complete control of her mount. She radiated joy from her very spirit; it felt as though he was seeing her without any pretenses. That joy made her seem even more beautiful than that was already apparent to him.

Her cheeks were flushed from the heat of the day and the ride, blonde braid falling over her shoulder, shirt catching the breeze. Not much was able to render Daemon speechless but she very well might. He decided to try and observe her more closely. He stayed out of sight and crept into the opening of the stables.

She was trying to coax her mount back into her stall, “Come now Cercsi, you’ve had your fun. I know you needed it. You’ll get used to all the attention on you soon young one. Not that it becomes easier.”

The horse seemed to protest more. Daemon couldn’t help his smile. Her voice was lovely, like a song.

“I really must insist you go back in,” patting along the neck of the horse, “I need to go make myself presentable. Father will be extremely cross if the Prince were to see me like this.”

He looked over her riding attire, while not exactly what a proper lady would wear to court, she looked no less lovely.

“I’m sure if I am seen and Father finds out, he’ll marry me to a Stark. I don’t believe I can endure Winterfell.”

“How fortunate for Lord Stark then and for you my lady, future queen of the North,” he couldn’t help himself.

She did not turn. Instead scoffed at the notion, “I’m afraid my disposition isn’t suited for Winterfell good sir.”

“Queen certainly seems to suit you,” treading quietly as he moves a few steps out of the doorway.

“Titles can be little more than just words. I’ve met Lords and Ladies who are just as regal as one with a birth rite. Also met common people with more honor than some Lords. Words are the least of what makes one deserving of the title: king, queen, Prince.”

“Princess,” a call to the title he hopes to bestow to her.

“As does good breeding. What man dares to lurk and sneak up on a woman alone,” she turns and faces him. Whatever tongue lashing she had thought to unleash was stolen from her. She flushed pink and quickly bowed, “your Highness. Please accept my apology.”

He crosses the distance between them quickly. Tucking his fingers under her chin, he lifts her eyes to meet his. Gods she was breathtaking, “for speaking your mind? You need not be sorry for that. Especially not for true words spoken with good intent. Birth rite is the very least of what makes anyone worthy of the title King, wouldn’t you agree?”

Jaylon swallows and takes a small step back, “since I fear the answer would be akin to treason it would be wise to say nothing.”

“She told me you were intelligent.”

“Whom do you speak of my Prince? How do you know I’m not more than a simple stable hand?”

His fingers brush the braided golden hair over her shoulder. To her credit she didn’t turn away from him. Brave girl, he thought, “it’s the hair.”

Cheeks burning with color as she attempts to stay calm, “I suppose it is no easier to hide I’m a Lannister than to conceal your own heritage, your Highness.”

Eyes locked with her, “Daemon. Please,” he holds his palm open and she places her hand in his. Daemon swore he felt his blood hum, “and you my Lady?”

“Jaylon,” her head swam when his lips kissed her fingers, “I do really need to get her to her stall.”

“Of course,” he allows her to focus her attention on her mount, “I saw you ride in. It was an impressive sight.”

“Thank you….Daemon. Our horses are some of, if not the best trained and bred steeds in all of Westeros. She is just young; this is her first season.”

He allows the mare to smell him before he rubs his hand along her snout, “she seems agreeable enough.”

“Her temperament is wonderful, like all our horses. She is just a bit headstrong. At times, she needs a ride to alleviate the anxious energy she feels. We often do this dance when I bring her back in.”

He smiles as he chooses his next actions. He takes the lead and gives a small firm tug. The mare follows his lead into her stall. Triumphant, Daemon latches the door, “perhaps the lady just needs a firm hand to guide her.”

I don’t believe he’s talking about the horse,” she mused. Jaylon did her best to not be so taken by him. It is no wonder that most consider Targaryens closer to Gods than men. His confidence. His intelligence. His appearance. He was everything these lesser lords could ever dream to be. A Prince in every meaning of the word, heir to the Iron Throne. A powerful dragon with his gaze fixed on her.

He stood as close to her as would be deemed appropriate, “I do wish you had been there to greet me this morning. What duties would have kept you from greeting your Prince?”

“My duty to not be noticed,” she blanched at her own honesty, “forgive me. That was…”

He held up his hand to dismiss the words, “Honest. Admittedly, I could see why your Lord father would want to hide you away. You are a rare beauty.”

Her eyes dropped, “you would tire of saying that. As any man would.”

“Lesser men, perhaps. I will say it until you believe it, Jaylon. They will be the last words on my lips.”

Before she could respond, the voice of Jason Lannister filled the stables, “your Highness please accept my apologies for the appearance of my youngest daughter.”

Daemon masked his amusement with a look of confusion, “whatever for. I was coming back after seeing Caraxes and I saw a rider pass. I was so taken with the sight of the steed, I found my way here to ask my questions about your stock. It would appear it is the best in the Seven Kingdoms. And your daughter was very helpful in addressing any questions I had.”

For once in his life, Jason Lannister was dumbfounded.

“She was riding and dressed for the occasion. No need to apologize or scold,” Daemon’s eyes drifted to Jaylon’s. He watched her skin burn under his gaze, “I will accept your apology for hiding the best stock from my sight.”

“Of course your Highness,” Jason at least had the sense to agree, “I trust then you were pleased with our stables and our stock?”

“Very pleased,” eyes never leaving Jaylon, “so much so I will ensure my brother knows that only Lannister stock will fill the royal stables.”

“Your Highness,” Jaylon says, “Lord Father. As it would appear this is gentlemen’s business, I would ask to take my leave so I can prepare for dinner.”

“Yes of course,” Daemon inclines his head, “although I cannot imagine it would not take more than a change of clothing for you to appear more presentable, my Lady.”

“My Prince is too kind,” she bows, hoping he wouldn’t notice how flushed her skin was.

As she walks away, Daemon waits until she’s out of sight before making his next move. He walks to each stall and surveys each animal. They are of good stock and should serve the City Watch well.

“I wasn’t keeping her from you,” Jason whispers.

“You weren’t exactly forthcoming.”

“She is my youngest and second born daughter. Hardly worthy of a Prince. She doesn’t have the regard for formality and duty as Jasline does.”

“You forget yourself my Lord,” Daemon brushes the mane of a curious horse, “I am a second son. Also a Prince. I know what is worthy of me.”

“I urge you then,” Jason pleaded with him, “consider that she has rejected or been rejected by every eligible lord in the Seven Kingdoms. For two years I have done my utmost to find a match for her and still none would suit. She is obstinate and can be quite vexing. Jasline is far more suited to a life at court. She would be the most dutiful wife.”

Daemon knew not to press him more. He simply nodded and turned the conversation back to business. He will be more than happy to explain himself later in the evening.

Not as happy as seeing what Jaylon would present herself in at dinner.

#hotd #hotd daemon #daemon targaryen #daemon x oc #daemon au #oddduckthatgirl #secondsarewelcome

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｡･::･ﾟ★,｡･::･ﾟ☆ WELCOME TO MY CHAOTIC SILLY UNIVERSE >:3 ｡･::･ﾟ★,｡･::･ﾟ☆

Sooo there are a lot of stuff I want to pin but I can only pin one thing at once so I decided to make a masterpost/welcome post!!

first of all here are some cool links :D

Mega Compilation of Cursed Reaction Pics

Site where you can make these heart locker gif thingies

Picrew Database

NASA site with a lot of stuff

Astronomy Picture of the Day

Fonts generator

Some art reference sites

DND Assets

Site where you can download these cursed blue emojis

How to download YT videos without these weird websites

Food Timeline (yes)

List of Gemstones

Website for downloading any video

Color Blender

Super Secret Link Do Not Click

Now abt me!!

✧Feel free to call me Donaviolet, Violet or whatever you want to :>

✧INFP, she/her (they/them is fine too!), bi disaster🩷💜🩵 , brazilian, still a minor 💪✌️👍

✧ I speak portuguese, english and german, and I'm currently also learning french, spanish and russian

✧ I love writing, drawing, listening to music, playing games and being silly in general. I also love space and plan on becoming an astrophysicist!!

✧ AND I have a lot of OCs and I am creating an original story called The Day The World Restarted! I haven't posted about it properly yet but I promise one day I'll introduce the characters and explain the plot 🫶🫶 feel free to ask about it I will gladly answer!! (this was originally meant to be an oc ask blog but yea)

✧ If we become mutuals you will be forever my beloved pookie theres no going back /hj

✧ I often queue my reblogs, so if I like your post and then some months later it randomly appears that I reblogged from you, this is what happened :P

✧Some fandoms I'm into: Danganronpa, Bungou Stray Dogs, Undertale, Deltarune, Vocaloid, The Owl House, Omori, Spiderverse, Lord of the Rings, Mob Psycho, FNAF, Goncharov, Studio Ghibli and yes I had a Genshin/Honkai phase lol (there might me some other fandoms too, but I either already left them or forgor)

✧ Other stuff I like: RPGs, space (again) cats, mushrooms, cottagecore stuff, cute stuff (and for some reason creepy stuff too), stories and myths, strawberries, and you! <3

✧ My favorite music bands/musicians: Cavetown, Madilyn Mei, Lemon Demon, Tally Hall, Melanie Martinez, Panic! At The Disco, Kikuo, Toby Fox, Artic Monkeys, Britney Spears, Lady Gaga, Kali Uchis, Mother Mother, Jack Stauber, Odetari, Gorillaz, and I guess I could go on for centuries lol, I love music ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

✧ I lied I don't like cats. I LOVE cats. theyre just perfect lil skrunklies. most adorable thingies in the world. I really hope to have one someday

✧ Part of the Shadow Wizard Money Gang

✧ Please DNI if you're a proshipper, homophobic, transphobic or anything of that kind

thats it for now baiii :3

#the rainbow text took so long asjkdaskjhd #intro #random stuff #mecore #pinned post

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ideas for the Lockwood & Co. crossover with Bridgerton

beware, this gets pretty dark for the Bridgertons

Lockwood and Co. are investigating an old mansion in Mayfair, ever since they’re recent adventures surrounding the bone glass they’ve been moving up in the world a bit. And now it was time to locate and contain a Type 2.

When they arrived, they were faced with a much worse terrifying feeling of dread than from their previous cases. Yet, it was also twisted and different, not quite the same as they usually expect. It took a while to find any ghost at all, let alone a Type 2, and most of what Lucy could hear were happy memories from the house of different people, a family most likely.

Finally, she started hearing a low buzzing, and so did the boys too eventually. They made their way to the mansion’s cellar and that’s where they discovered:

“Please tell me that is not what I think it is,” spoke Lucy since no one else would. The boys remained in uncomfortable silence for a minute or two.

“That looks like…” Lockwood trailed off.

“The bone glass.” George finished for him.

A warped copy of the bone glass they had dealt not six months ago sitting in the middle of the floor.

They froze finding that thing, but the strangest bit about it was despite looking like the bone glass, it was missing the most crucial part of the relic: its center.

The rest of it resembled the first one they encountered, only slightly bigger, almost the size of a Viking shield. But the center was missing, it was just gone, an empty circle where they could see the cement floor beneath it.

When Bickerstaff first made his infamous bone glass, not many knew that it was not the first attempt. Nearly fifty years before when he was a young man he made his first attempt.

His first try was on a rich family of the ton. In his older age he would come to regret going after such a well-known family, but they were accesible to him and the perfect number he needed. The mother had eight children, they were all more than enough for his glorious venture.

That night, the Bridgerton family were all together, they were celebrating Hyacinth’s twelfth birthday, it was the whole family minus their spouses. Daphne came with her son as Simon and her were going through a small tiff at the moment. And Anthony’s wife, Kate, was visiting her sister out of town. It was supposed to be a lovely affair, filled with laughter and dancing. And birthday hats, of course.

Unfortunately, that night came a man. He was a Lord, from what Violet could remember. A Lord that lived a bit far off from their city and was always invited to the ton’s balls, especially during the matchmaking seasons. He had danced shortly with both her oldest daughters if she remembered correctly.

No one knew what Bickerstaff was doing there. No one expected him to commit such heinous, morbid, inhumane crimes. He went after the servants first, killed them and made sure the home was isolated. Then he went after the men, easier to subdue the women with them out of the way, it may have involved threatening their mother. Then after that it seemed easy to just go oldest to youngest. They screamed and they cried and he didn’t care. But as he went through them all he noticed something by the time that all that was left was the mother. He had taken his seven souls, seven Sources, but she had eight children. Who was missing?

He tried forcing her to tell him, threatening to kill her if she didn’t speak the truth. But what good was that when she was already dead by the time he cut into her firstborn? She would never tell him where her last living child was, she’d rather join the ones that were taken from her. And just as he was going to torture it out of her, she got the upper-hand, he was too distracted, she was gaining some adrenaline. And so she took the knife he had been wielding and drove into his torso, leaving him on the floor and taking the macabre object he made with her children’s remains. She refused to leave what was left of them with their killer.

And so he chased after her until he caught her near the up the stairs. It didn’t take long for a fight to ensue and she realized what she would do. She didn’t know what this strange relic was or why he had to destroy her family to make it, but she didn’t care. She lost what was most precious to her and now so would he. She made a determined step to the balcony overlooking the foyer, it had been bent and open during the earlier fights with her boys fighting the intruder. Still gripping the bone glass, she stepped off the ledge and made sure to aim it at the ground. She died on impact as the glass shattered around her. Her revenge complete and his crimes wasted.

He tried repairing what was left back in the cellar, but to no avail. It was damaged beyond repair. He left it there and didn’t look back.

Hours later, the third daughter and sixth child had arrived. Francesca Bridgerton had arrived late, coming all the way from her private studies in London. With gift in hand for her little sister, she didn’t know she would arrive to her home only to find her mother and siblings all horribly murdered. Her screams were heard throughout the neighborhood, alerting all of the ton practically.

The papers called it the Butchered Bridgertons.

Simon drank and barely left his manor when news of his wife’s and son’s murders made their way to him.

Kate, now a grieving widow but with no son to inherit the Viscount title, started living with her step-mother again. She goes back to India a few years later.

Penelope lost her best friend and her long time crush in one swoop, she stopped writing as Lady Whistledown for a year.

Lady Danbury visits Simon often, at this point just trying to make sure he doesn’t drink himself to death, and when she passes in her sleep six years later, he does.

The Queen had ordered her men to find the criminals responsible for her own subjects being murdered in their home. Mainly because the ton started talking of how the King and Queen cannot protect their own people. Everyone has become even more distrusting ever since.

Francesca Bridgerton is the last remaining Bridgerton left alive.

She cannot inherit her brother’s title and it’s passed on to a distant male cousin she barely knew. She cannot stay in Mayfair any longer. Rather than become some stranger’s ward and be forced to live in the place where so much death happened, she took what money she could find, her mother and sister’s jewels, and her brother’s hunting knife. She headed North, as far as she could get from the ton and from that house.

She eventually settles in a small town, finding work as a serving girl, and a few years down the line she marries a kind man and they have four children, two boys, two girls. She names them after her siblings and her mother.

When Violet Bridgerton jumped off that ledge and smashed the bone glass, something happened. One might never know what caused it: her self sacrifice, the love and grief of her children, or perhaps just blunt force to the relic— but something she did changed the bone glass. It no longer had those tormented souls, its Sources were in pieces and they suffered less. But it was still powerful. With her death, her ghost created its Source: the bone glass. And all her ghost ever wanted was to go back to a time when her children were happy and alive.

And then it did.

For decades, Violet’s ghost just kept going through the bone portal. Watching her children laugh, cry, and fall in love. But it never lasted, it always ended the same way. She still kept going back to it. She carried it on like a loop. Because that’s what it was.

Two centuries later and Francesca’s descendant would be finding her way to the Bridgerton manor. Finding the remains of the family and discovering what kind of ghost still haunts the area, eventually leading to the activation of the bone portal.

Her source was uncovered and the pretty girl fell first. The boys cried out for her, the taller one diving trying to catch her before it was too late. But as his hand barely grasped hers, he was being pulled down too, and then the third one did his best grabbing the boy’s ankles, to no avail. Soon, all three went falling through the bone window.

When they woke up, to their surprise, they were still alive.

They just weren’t in the right time.

#so this is basically what happened and why #and the rest of the fic would be lockwood and co. trying to stop the murders / try not to fuck up time / survive the 1800’s #save lockwood and co #lockwood and co #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #locklyle #george karim #i havent read the books idk what happens six months after the bone glass #also i may have made bickerstaff older than he should have been but it was for plausibility #bridgerton #anthony bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #colin bridgerton #daphne bridgerton #eloise bridgerton #francesca bridgerton #gregory bridgerton #hyacinth bridgerton

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sea-owl · 11 months

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A few weeks ago, you mentioned that story about Eloise and Phillip having an unplanned pregnancy.

I found it intriguing almost a modern update of her story. Instead of Philip being a her secret pen pal, he is her baby daddy who already is a single dad.

I would love to read a story about that. Imagine the first family dinner! Poor Phillip would be scared stiff, Violet would casually ask when the wedding is and the twins would cause some amount of property damage.

I had forgotten about that post, but here is the link if anyone is interested.

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Not the twins causing property damage. 🤣

I think part of the reason an unplanned pregnancy would work for modern philoise, at least the way I would frame it, is because there would already be a connection between the two of them, they were half in a relationship before, or very close to being in one and then the baby would just kind of force commitment phobe Eloise to face the reality that she is now tied to Phillip forever and she actually wants that. Wants a life with him, their hellion twins, and the new baby.

That first dinner is so awkward, and Phillip is so thankful for the Bridgerton wives. Eloise warned him ahead of time that her family is a little traditional in the sense that if you have babies, you get married. She also told him that Penelope texted her that Sophie was down for faking labor if they needed it.

The dinner ended up being at My Cottage since it was the closest Bridgerton family property, and with Sophie so far along it was easier to just keep her comfortable there.

Each brother that broke into his house is there along with the older brothers wives, and their mother. Again, Phillip is thankful for the wives. All they have to really do is just look at their husbands (and Kate throwing a look at Gregory too), and they calm down.

The twins thankfully had decided to listen tonight when Phillip and Eloise sat them down and told them they needed them to be on their best behavior. Saying please and thank you. Thanking Violet when she surprised them with treats and small toys.

Eloise had clung to Phillip's arm most of the night. She had become a lot more clingy, he noticed since becoming pregnant. Honestly, that should have been a sign.

He could feel the pointed looks at Eloise's left had and how no ring sits on it. In Phillip's honest opinion, that's a discussion for him and Eloise alone. If she did not want to get married, that's fine. They are both cable adults who can coparent their children. Uh, child, he means child. He also said as much when one of the brothers tried to make a comment.

Eloise finally let's go of Phillip when her mother and Anthony call her to speak to her alone. That's when he got swarmed by the wives.

"Oh, ignore the boys, buch of brutes," Kate said with an eye roll.

"It's not like they were perfect gentlemen during our dating years either," Sophie agreed. "Just ask, we got stories."

"Besides, I think they kinda like you," Penelope added on. "You defended Eloise to her own family. A remarkable feet in of itself."

In the study Violet smiled. "I think he's a wonderful match."

Anthony rolled his eyes. "He got your daughter pregnant yet won't take responsibility and marry her."

Something in Eloise was set off. "Phillip has been more than considerate the whole time I was staying with him. Did you know he hand picked a bouquet of flowers he grew himself when I told him I was pregnant? How he didn't even hesitate to let me stay with him while we figure out what to do."

Eloise continues her rant, but Violet smiles off to the side. Oh yes, a wonderful match indeed.

#bridgerton #philoise #accidental pregnancy #unexpected pregnancy #phillip crane #eloise bridgerton

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moonleeai · 9 months

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My Moon

“ARMY Birthday Bash” BWHQ Fic Gifting Event

🖤 Written for Sara🖤

➢ Fic Pairing: Vampire Jin x Human Namjoon ➢ First Person POV ➢ AU: Vampires ➢ Rating: MA 🔞 ➢ WC: 5,371 ➢ Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst ➢ Trope: Strangers to Lovers ➢ Requested details: angsty vampire story ➢ Warnings: M x M sex, cursing, pain, blood drinking, obsession, forced vampirism

A/N: Thank you Jasz @downbad4yoongi , Leah @colormepurplex2, and Kari sunkissedwriter for beta reading and helping shape this story for Sara!!

Summary: Seokjin hides his vampire identity in a sleepy town as a restaurateur. He spends his time living off animals and creating to die for meals until a new handsome face comes to town. Like the moon loves the sky, there is an instant attraction, but Seokjin may be too much.

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Living as a modern-day vampire is simple and fun. Nowadays, no one cares if you’re a vampire as long as you’re not trying to kill them. They also don’t want to see or hear about how I satiate my hunger. My body has adapted to being in the sun and living off more than just human blood. My powers have weakened some, but I can still use my levitation and greater strength whenever I need. I don’t use them too often because I want to fit in and act as human as possible.

Becoming a butcher in disguise at a trendy eatery is my most clever façade yet. Kosmos, nestled between plenty of pretty coffee and pastry cafes, is my haven, so to speak, my safe place where I can fit in with the crowd. A delicatessen with a condo above it, a rooftop deck, and a large garden in the back. I found this sleepy but safe town along the Baltic Sea when I fled my last city from vampire hunters. I quickly became named the most handsome man with a sleek and classy aesthetic delicatessen, where I sell sliced meats and creative dishes.

Human blood became boring to me ages ago. The hunt for wild animals is much more thrilling but also has much less risk than hunting humans. I tame my violet eyes by thriving off animal blood, something I’ve been doing longer than I can remember. In the restaurant, I can slaughter and cook the most exquisite meals, satiating my deepest cravings. I only open Kosmos four days a week, staying open well into the late hours and spending the other evenings hunting and experimenting with new dishes.

Tonight is busier than usual. In an effort to liven up the area, the town council brought in a new art gallery, and from the talks of everyone, there’s a fetching curator as well. Kosmos happens to be the closest eatery, drawing many patrons in after they’ve visited the gallery. The artwork descriptions are fascinating, but the person they describe sounds much more intriguing. Tall, broad, drop-dead dapper; all words I’ve only heard folks using on myself. I'm a bit jealous of all the attention this new curator is getting, so I must see him for myself.

Instead of my usual day hunting, I decide to take a gander at the art gallery. Everyone is correct. The tall, burly man that greets the guests is devastatingly beautiful. I am possessed by his loveliness which leads me to spend countless days taking peeks from the sidewalk inside the small space through the large Crittall-style window. The art keeps the people busy enough not to notice me lurking day after day.

Tonight, out of curiosity, I follow the new man. He rides a bicycle slowly and seems to enjoy the small-town views. With earbuds, he hums along to a tune I cannot hear. His apartment building is nice. A stunning yellow two-story home with dark accents and a maroon roof aside a cobblestone path. Outside of the front door, somehow within the cracks of the stones, are robust red flower bushes that rest along the house perimeter.

I perch myself on the roof of the home across the street and have a perfect view of this gorgeous man. I watch as he relaxes with a glass of whiskey and reads a book until he’s cleaning up and going upstairs. A bedroom light shines dimly through the upstairs window, completely unobscured. I stare as he undresses, removing his clothing, rough and messy, and tossing them onto the floor. As he turns off the light and lies in bed, the moon casts a perfect glow onto his silhouette. His chest slowly rising and falling is soothing.

So soothing that time passes too quickly, and before I know it, the sun is rising. Today, I will make my existence known and visit this dreamy man at his gallery. Slowly but surely, I will make him fall in love with me and want to live eternally by my side.

When I arrive at the art gallery, the man is occupied with a few guests, so I walk around aimlessly. Black hair compliments his warm honey skin under a white shirt tucked into cream slacks. While conversing with others, his dimples shoot daggers into hearts, and his deep voice soothes the sharp pain.

“Hello, I’m Namjoon,” his deep voice boasts. As if I haven’t been watching his every move, I feign startled when he arrives by my side. His chocolate eyes pierce my dead soul within seconds.

“Seokjin,” I reply, flashing my sultry grin while extending my hand to grasp his in a handshake. His scent is warm and inviting…a soft rose with a hint of jasmine, something I now wish to smell endlessly.

“What do you think? These are ones I’ve collected over the years.”

“I’m not much on art… just wanted to check out the newest talk of the town.” My eyes roam his tall, brawny frame, and a subtle blush blooms on his cheeks.

“There are no right or wrong answers when it comes to art,” Namjoon says while placing a hand on my shoulder and guiding me to another piece. “This one is by Yun Hyong-keun. Inspired by nature, he combined colors like those of earth and water tones. He would spread the pigments over days, weeks, or even months to create intense darkness, implicative of the hardships he endured.”

Not only is this man beautiful, but he is also intelligent. His eyes gleam as he speaks of the artist.

“You got all that from looking at a painting?” Namjoon chuckles at my ignorance. “Do you do any painting yourself?” His eyes turn dark, and it looks like he’s deep in thought when he finally responds with a side grin. He nods his head to a side door and begins walking toward it, so I follow.

Namjoon slides the door open, holding it for me to pass through, and then closes it behind us. The dark room has a few paintings with a single dim spotlight casting over each piece.

“These are my personal works,” Namjoon says.

There aren’t many colors, all gray, black, and red. A deep vibrant red. He tells me about a few of the pieces. The first one is like a window; two large black rectangles enclosed by a thick, vivid scarlet border. Hazy with muddy edges where the colors bleed together. There’s another canvas with a frail, ghostly white being against a black background smeared in red hues. At first glance, one may perceive that it’s a dress, but I see blood pouring over the body. Both are labeled as ‘Untitled’.

My favorite, though… displays interesting shadowy woods. The smudging of the paint looks like thick fog around grayish tree trunks. What’s fascinating is the leaves are clusters of red dots, bright and burgundy shades, creating a beautiful depth while also looking like blood splatter.

I listen intently as Namjoon explains his art. Aside from his brawns and brains, his voice is hypnotic. I find myself stuck watching his mouth, his tongue bouncing around, forming each word perfectly. I subconsciously draw my bottom lip between my teeth, concentrating on his alluring mouth.

“You’re quite handsome; you know that?” Namjoon speaks, breaking me from my thoughts.

“I know, I never get old.” I wink, and Namjoon chuckles, clearly amused by my antics.

“Would you…maybe… like to spend more time together?” Namjoon asks, and I find the shyness of his words endearing.

“I’d love that.” I reach for his hands and rub my thumbs over his knuckles. Namjoon notes my touch is cold but never pulls away. I know my heart would be shaking in my chest if it still beat, but it sits frozen in my ribcage as it has for centuries.

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For our first date, we meet at a coffee shop. Quaint, relaxed, and the most refreshing iced Americanos. We both wear our version of casual attire. Namjoon’s slate-gray t-shirt is devilishly low, the v-cut plunging between his perky chesticles, hugging his biceps tightly. My eyes drift, following the curves he has on display; I don’t care if I get caught, either. The conversation is easy, steady. Small talk and casual getting to know each other. My mind is set on one thing…making him my lover…my forever, in just three lunar phases. I just need to tell him I’m a vampire.

On the next date, we take a stroll through architecture-filled historical sites and gardens with maps and pamphlets in one hand and our other hands busy with interlocked fingers. If my cold hands ever bother him, he never mentions it. We steal glances of each other every second we can. Here in the botanical garden, surrounded by lush trees with leafy branches, the weather is perfect, and flowers are in full bloom. Next to a pond is a gazebo where we find a bench to rest and hold hands. Listening to the birds sing around us, we talk and learn more about each other. I decide to tell him about my uniqueness.

“There’s something I need to tell you, and I really hope it doesn’t scare you away.”

Namjoon turns toward me, giving his full attention.

“I’m just going to say it… no sugar coating… no—”

“Just say it,” Namjoon interrupts, his eyes frantically searching for clues as his heartbeat speeds up.

“I-- I’m-- a vampire.” I wince at the words shutting my eyes tight. When I hear no sounds, I peek through my eyelids, confronted by dimples. “I’m serious, Namjoon. I should’ve told you sooner, but—” My words are cut off by Namjoon’s finger delicately placed on my lips.

“Can I say I kind of knew?”

Confused, I reply, “You… knew?”

“Your skin is perfect porcelain, and you have the coldest touch. You dress more dapper than most our age. I’ve seen your violet eyes… and don’t get me started on your very interesting butcher hobby. Need I say more?”

“And that…none of that scared you away?”

Namjoon tightens his hands around mine. “I’ve never felt more smitten…more ensnared to a person like I am with you. A vampire, a wolf, or a bear…I’d still find you insanely attractive, and dare I say, I’d love you the same.”

“Love?” I feel like I’m hearing things, Namjoon really loves me already. “We’re like two volcanoes talking together then.”

Namjoon scrunches his eyebrows. “What?”

“I lava you, too.” After we both laugh like windshield wipers on dry glass, I lean in and kiss his cheek. A huge weight lifted from my shoulders; now I know he will spend forever with me.

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I plan our third date wisely. I am yearning to be close to him, so we go to the Forest of Wisdom, an hour’s drive with thoughtful conversation and getting to know more about each other. He tells me he’s always been fascinated with vampires and their abilities. Much as to why his art is mostly black and red, aligning with my original impression of blood splatter. To my surprise, he has a vast knowledge and is very calm talking about vampires. Namjoon and I find seats on the floor, and he reads me a book of poems with our shoulders pressed together.

“Ah this one, by Alexandra Vasiliu…’I want to bloom in your arms like the moon blooms in the night’s arms.’ I love that.”

I stare at his chestnut orbs, reading over the words in a loop, watching his eyebrows furrow while he’s lost in thought. I look to the next page and read, “‘If I were the moon, I would want you to be my sky.’ Namjoon, I think I shall call you my moon.”

“I’d like that,” Namjoon coos, snuggling into my side.

Quickly I’m learning Namjoon’s pleasures. He enjoys touch, and I feel his infatuation grow as he sneaks light touches in disguise of picking or brushing lint balls off my shirt. I catch him staring quite often, obviously entranced by my ethereal beauty.

On the way back, seated in the car, his baggy shorts hike up to his mid-thigh. With one hand on the steering wheel and the other on his thigh, I move his shorts upward a bit more and feel his warmth under my icy palm. He shivers but places his hand on top of mine, keeping me there.

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Tonight, Namjoon wants to try cooking, making something delicious together. This, I’m a master at. I close Kosmos for the night and teach him everything I know. He brought an expensive bottle of whiskey that we share most of the night, and I show him different techniques with knives. I leave him to cut an onion and carrot while I whisk the sauce; things happen so quickly I can’t remember the order in which they occur. A thud and a gasp from Namjoon, and then a smell that overwhelms my senses. My eyes flash violet, and I am next to Namjoon within seconds. I reach for his hand and bring it to my mouth, letting the droplets of blood fall on my tongue. He tastes like syrupy butterscotch. My eyes roll to the back of my head as a growl escapes my throat.

Fangs threatening to appear, I pull his hand away and pull him into me, close. “Are you okay, my moon?”

He pulls away and studies my eyes. “Kiss me,” he whispers.

Confused, I stay still, but his lips crash into mine. My cock throbs as he explores my mouth with his tongue, giving me a taste of his whiskey breath, a mixture of barley and vanilla.

“Let me get you upstairs to tend to your cut.” I lead him to the stairs up into my home and sit him on the couch while I go to get the first aid kit. I dab some ointment on and place a band-aid over the cut. Namjoon places a hand behind my head and brings me into another kiss that I can’t resist. Who would want to?

He moans into my mouth before breaking the kiss, “That was fucking hot… the way you licked my wound.”

I sit back against the couch. Carefully watching this mountain of a man remove his shirt and press his body into mine. My eyebrows arch at his boldness.

“Your heart is racing,” I note while tracing my hand over his chest, riling goosebumps.

“Do you want to taste more?” Namjoon mewls, pecking my lips fiercely.

“What are you suggesting?”

“You like blood, and I have what you like. I’ll try new things… for you.” Namjoon’s eyes long for acceptance. Who am I to turn away his desire to please me? Especially if it lets me taste his saccharine blood again.

My breath gets caught in my throat, admiring his body as he tilts his head to the side to expose his neck. He leans closer and deeply whispers, “Bite me.”

My head spins at the words, lips barely brushing his skin as one of his hands firmly grips my inner thigh. The pounding of his heart sends shock waves through my body, and my cock strains against my pants. Namjoon eagerly climbs into my lap and entangles his fingers in my hair, yanking my head back to make eye contact.

“I don’t want to hurt you; a bite is painful,” I warn, giving Namjoon a chance to change his mind.

“Pain is pleasure, Seokjin. Do it. Bite me.”

I smirk, lick my lips, and dig my frosty fingers into his waist before pushing my mouth onto his plump lips. I trail my tongue to his neck and suck for a moment before my fangs appear and scrape against his skin. One moan from Namjoon and my fangs sink into his skin like a warm knife through butter. My eyes loll with ecstasy flowing through my body.

“Ah, fuck,” Namjoon groans, and his body squirms in discomfort. But as I swallow a tongue-full of blood, I withdraw my fangs and soothe the painful punctures. I suck again, grunting when his hips grind down on mine, hissing into his neck at the touch of his clothed bulge against mine. His soft whines turn me on further, lost in his soul as I take more blood, coating every crevice of my mouth. Human blood has never tasted this good; I need to control myself.

I feel blood dribble down my chin, and I pull away from him, fascinated by the maroon rivulets that flow down his neck toward his chest. I’ve never seen anything more erotic than him dripping with blood, lips turned in a pout, and asking for more. I watch, amused, as blood trickles down to his nipple, begging for my mouth. Latching onto him, I gently suck his nipple into my mouth and then lick up the blood trail, my tongue grazing his skin back up to the puncture marks. The marks will heal before the night ends, leaving just a bruise.

“Seokjin,” my name plummets from his lips in a soft gasp, his hips bucking into mine. “Touch me,” Namjoon pleads. His thumb runs over my lip to collect stray blood before pushing his thumb into my mouth. I suck on his thumb and pull from it, making a popping sound, then move my hands to his waist. He stands while I tug his pants and briefs off. He tugs at my pants, and I lift my hips off the couch as he eases them to my knees, my aching cock hitting my stomach.

Namjoon straddles me again, licks his lips, and presses his plush lips into mine. I kiss him back, moaning when he nips my bottom lip, tongue tangling with his as he deepens the kiss. His large hands grip my shoulders as he slides his cock against mine and rests his forehead on my shoulder. I fight the urge to sink my teeth into him again.

I fuck my cock against Namjoon’s, swipe my hand over our tips, and spread the precum over our shafts, squeezing them both with one hand. It doesn’t cover us both, but it’s enough friction to feel good, too good. I stroke us at various paces until Namjoon’s body tenses. I can feel he’s ready to burst.

“Cum all over me, paint my stomach,” I encourage him with my tongue in his mouth. Namjoon shakes, and hot cum spurts onto my stomach. He lowers his head and sinks his teeth into my shoulder as he rides out his high, hips stuttering and starting to slow.

His bite sends me over the edge, and I groan as my cum explodes and mixes with his. He deepens another kiss, pressing his body into the stickiness between us. We stay like this until our breathing slows, caressing each other. Namjoon sighs and grabs his shirt, wiping us off and cleaning my stomach.

“We should do this again sometime,” Namjoon praises before climbing off me and finding his clothes.

“Stay,” I say, a little more pleading than I intend. Namjoon smiles and drops his clothes back to their place on the floor.

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The next morning, when I come back from my hunting, Namjoon is gone. I go to his home and find my place on the roof across the street and watch him through the window. This time, he’s painting. A black and gray scheme with a walking path between rocky hills and skinny bare trees. He dips his brush in red and paints a huge circle in the middle, a blood moon. Then he’s back to black, stroking lines into a figure of a person with a cape blowing in the wind. The finishing touch, though…I’m not sure what to make of it. He dips his brush in the white and creates a sword in the person’s hand. An individual with a silver-looking sword walking toward a blood moon.

I don’t think Namjoon knows or understands what the meaning of a blood moon is for vampires. My desire for blood is boosted times a thousand, which usually causes conflict for my kind. People become more aware of vampire existence during the blood moon, and therefore I, as well as others, are faced with imminent threats and conflicts.

I’ll tuck this in the back of my mind for a later conversation because, again, the time has quickly passed, and the sun is setting. On my way back to my place, a great idea sparks my mind to have Namjoon willingly agree to be my eternal lover. He loves plants and the outdoors, so I will create a garden for him. Something he can look forward to maintaining for all eternity.

In between spending time with Namjoon, I spend the next few weeks preparing, finding, and importing exotic, fully bloomed night flowers and plants for a moon garden where I will confess my love and propose an immortal life together. Purple fountain grass that rustles in the breeze. Plenty of flowers to shine under the moonlight like the fragrant iceberg rose, giving off fruit and honey scents. White wonder caladium with its green edges and pink veins throughout the white leaf. Clusters of phlox, jasmine, and moon flowers with their lemony perfume.

I use pebbles and white marble chips to create a crescent design on the ground. A small waterfall provides the soothing sound of running water and reflects the moonlight. In the middle of it all, a makeshift bed with comforters and pillows. This is where I will ask Namjoon to be my eternal lover and hear him beg me to turn him into an immortal like me. Here is where we will confess our love and be one with each other for time without end. I even set up an easel with a canvas and all the art supplies he could possibly need to paint boundless pictures of the garden.

Namjoon arrives for our evening together dressed casually elegant. A loose-fitting cream, cashmere sweater with a polo neck paired with black weaved leather pants. His style puts mine to shame with my white satin button-down shirt tucked liberally into black slacks. After sharing a meal and tender touches, I tell him I have a surprise. I’m nervous and have to hide my shaking hands as I blindfold him and take his hand, carefully guiding him outside into the garden I created out of love. I remove his blindfold, and he inhales sharply. While he takes in every detail, I watch the stars twinkle in his coffee-colored eyes.

“A moon garden… for my moon.” I point to the area with the painting supplies and then shove my hands in my pockets, “and all the things for you to let out your creativity.” Waiting for his response, my stomach flips, thinking how close I am to spending an eternity with him.

“It's ethereal and perfect, just like you.” Namjoon kisses me deeply, holding the back of my head with one hand. Pulling away, he murmurs, “I love it.”

I slot my lips with his and suck his lower lip between my teeth; feeling greedy, I declare, "I want to ruin you and make you mine for eternity." My brain short-circuits, and all subtleness is out the door. Namjoon tenses, then he simply grins at the statement.

“Ruin me, Seokjin,” he whimpers.

Namjoon glows under the full moon, and I am eager to make him mine. Standing next to the garden bed, I trace my hands along his mountainous ridges. I listen to his coos and swallow them as they escape from his throat. We tear at each other's pants, and he tugs roughly on my blouse, sending buttons soaring in opposite directions. I moan in response to both his passion and his palm caressing my confined cock. Free of our imprisonments, I lower him onto the blankets, surrounded by pillows.

Namjoon’s eyebrows rise for a quick second before relaxing again. “Your eyes, they’re exquisite.” I drop my head to his neck, acting shy of his compliment, and sprinkle his skin with kisses. Is this when I ask him? No, not yet.

I feel Namjoon reaching for something, so I glance toward his hand. He’s pulling a bottle of lube from his pants pocket. I look into his eyes and wait for him to say something.

“Ruin me. Bite me. Make me yours.” Namjoon’s words have blood rushing to my cock, and I rut against his rock-hard thigh.

“Your wish is my desire.”

“What are you? A genie?”

I drench my fingers along with Namjoon's hole with the lube. Carefully, I push one finger past his rim, taking my time to loosen him up for me, showering him with gentle kisses... for now. "Is this okay?" I ask while dragging my teeth over his prickled skin.

"More, Seokjin, please," his whine spirals into my ear, sending a thrill down my spine. I insert another finger, praising him with words and soft suckles along his neck. I linger over his vein, letting it pulsate on my tongue. The throbbing on my tongue excites me more, and my hips rock, pushing my swelling cock into his leg again.

"More," he breathes.

"My moon. You're so good for me," I moan low and soothe his tense body with my lips.

“Bite me, Seokjin, please. I need more–” his words are cut off by his moans.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, please…” he begs continuously, almost in tears. I gaze at his body’s slight movements, his chest heaving, before I sink my fangs into his succulent neck. His butterscotch blood fills my mouth immediately, and Namjoon hisses as I swallow. I pump my fingers quicker, scissoring them as I swallow more nectar.

"I'm ready, please. I can't wait any longer."

I pull away, hide my fangs and drown myself in more lube. I watch his blood trail onto his shoulder and slowly press my girth into him. His sounds, oh his sounds. If I didn't have centuries of self-control, I would've cum already.

"Seokjin–ah– you're s–so big. Go–ah–slow, please, please, please, slow," Namjoon begs as his body writhes underneath me.

Slowly, my cock bottoms out inside Namjoon, and I pause, allowing him to breathe through it. I press my lips on his and use my tongue to part his lips, tangling our tongues, numbing his mind from the sting of the stretch.

"So good, my moon. You're doing so so good." My cock throbs inside his tight muscle. "Mmmm, can you feel that?" I subtly move my hips and swallow each mewl he makes. I pull my face away and look into his eyes as I drag my cock slowly out of him and push back in a little quicker. His glassy eyes flutter, and I raise my hand to his cheek, brushing away a single tear with my thumb. "Shhh, it's going to feel so good. I promise."

The garden fills with moans and pants as I drag my cock slowly against Namjoon's walls, licking from his collarbone to his shoulder, getting every last drop. I cage his head with my arms and quicken my pace, watching and feeling how his body reacts to me. He ruts his cock against my stomach, seeking any kind of friction.

"Fuck. Yes, like that," Namjoon moans, his back arching off the makeshift bed of blankets. His ass swallows my cock so deliciously; it’s a torturous pleasure.

I rise to my knees, unsheathing myself, and a whimper escapes Namjoon's lips. I pull his hips to my waist, and his shoulder blades rest on the ground. I maneuver a pillow under his hips before turning my attention to his raging pink cock with pre-cum that glistens in the moonlight. I spit in my hand, then caress his thick length, smearing it around and mixing it with his fluids. His body shakes with pleasure, all for my eyes. I take my other hand and squeeze his throat before following his perfectly sculpted lines down his chest and to his abs. I abandon the lube and align myself with his hole, entering slowly and as deep as I can.

Namjoon rasps a deep, stuttered moan as he pushes his ass into me. I stroke his cock rhythmically with my thrusts until he releases his warm arousal onto my hand and all over his stomach. I slow, only to finish depleting his every last drop, then press my hand firmly against his stomach, smearing the sticky substance. He smells of jasmine and honey, like the flowers around us, I immediately want to taste it.

I bring my hand to my mouth and lick his remnants, growling in pleasure. This excites Namjoon, and he clenches around my cock. I gasp and feel my cock twitch inside him. The moonlight highlights every bead of sweat on Namjoon's torso as I pump furiously inside him. His accentuated plump veins and arteries, with his breathless sobs, are the push I need to find my release. Head falling back, I roll over the edge and fill him with my release. My body crumbles on top of him, and I slow my hips milking my cock to completion. I place my arms on either side of his head, soaking in his beauty, feeling drunk on love.

I kiss him wildly and then lazily lift myself and roll to his side as he wraps his arms around me. I run my hand over Namjoon's hair and tuck it behind his ear, basking in an afterglow.

But as we lock eyes, I sense something is off with my love. He’s next to me but seems so far away. My chest tightens.

“Everything…okay?”

“Why did you do all this for me? This garden with beautiful plants and a perfect view under the moon?”

“Because I love you, Namjoon. I want to be with you forever and make you the happiest—” I didn’t want to ask him to be my immortal partner this way, laying next to each other, naked, half covered in blankets.

“Happiest… what?”

“Well, you already know so much about vampires, and you seem really fascinated with them, so I—I don’t know. I was hoping you’d maybe want to be one… with me.”

Namjoon’s lips move, but no words come out.

“Have you ever thought about what it’d be like?” I ask, trying to pry words from him.

“No,” he answers quickly.

“Oh—okay…Wh—what about being with me? For good?”

“Why couldn’t I stay human?” Namjoon abruptly sits up and grabs for his clothes. Dressing frantically while I rush to do the same.

“I mean, I just thought we could be together…endlessly. It would hurt too much to watch you age and leave me.”

“I don’t want to give up my human life,” Namjoon nearly whispers, and I can feel the uncertainty of the future weighing heavily on his mind.

“Why? What can be better than eternal life with me? Your true love?”

“I—I want to experience life…I don’t want to be stuck here forever…” Namjoon sputters.

“But you can see the world. Every country, every food, enjoy owning the rarest items or plants…” I try to reason with him, calm his worries even.

“I don’t want to survive off blood and watch the world pass me by!” Namjoon yells, and the blood I’ve stored in my body begins to boil. My eyes feel different, I can feel them change, but it’s not the same. “Your eyes, they’re a reddish tint.”

My anger boils through my limbs, and I lurch toward Namjoon. He runs behind the easel and picks up a paintbrush, angling the handle toward me like he wants to stab me. “Stop! Don’t come any closer!” Namjoon shouts, trying to keep me at bay.

“I’ll have you, no matter what!”

I use my power and conquer him, sinking my fangs into his neck, this time, not letting go. My entire strength is used to subdue him and drink his blood. The difference is I don’t stop. Not until I feel a cold, black cloud surround me. I drank just enough to leave Namjoon alive but unconscious next to me. I bite my wrist and open his mouth, squeezing drops of my blood into his mouth and coax his throat to help him swallow.

I have never wanted anyone this badly; this is the only way that will make him stay with me forever. I kiss his lips and lay patiently by his side, awaiting my new eternal lover to awaken to our new life.

#bts fanfic #bts smut #bangtanwhq #bts vampire au #jin x namjoon #Kim Seokjin x Kim namjoon #mxm #vampire seokjin #strangers to lovers #fic: my moon #moonleeai writes sometimes #thebtswritersclub

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apinchofm · 2 years

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Girls Like Girls

Eloise being a confused lesbian, Edwina being an adorable lesbian, they both love books and their elder siblings are tired.

Am I gay?

Eloise always knew she was a little different from her siblings. She wasn't like Daphne who had planned her wedding and family from the age of seven and envisioned the perfect man to marry. She was not like Francesca who had a magnetic personality.

But she didn't quite fit. But then she met someone who made her think she might just fit a little bit.

....

Edwina Sharma was a walking ray of sunshine. She liked to see the best in everyone and everything. It was how she viewed life, even if the world could be cruel.

Why be cruel in return?

"Come on, didi!" She still used the nickname she called Kate when she was a baby, learning to speak. She did not know why, but it had just stuck.

Kate shook her head, standing from her chair, "They are across the street and it's a Sunday. I doubt we shall be late for anything."

"But we moved in Friday and isn't Lady Bridgerton Amma's friend?" Edwina pushed. She liked making a good first impression. Especially if she'll be living closely with these people.

Kate grinned and shook her head, "Get Newton. Who can say no to him?"

They walked across the quiet street to the Bridgerton House. Mayfair was always quiet.

Violet opened the door, smiling at the two of them, "Hello. Oh, you are Mary's girls! I'm Violet. Where is your mother?"

"Mum had an emergency call at the hospital, so she told us to bring you the cake." Kate supplied, handing her the tin which Violet took gratefully, slightly opening the tin to smell the sticky date cake she had made.

"Come in girls for a cup of tea and to meet some of the children. It's Sunday, so all of them are home for once," She opened the door wider, excited to have them here.

"This is Newton." Edwina introduced the corgi in her arms. And he barked happily at the mention of his name. Violet scratched him behind the ears and said he was free to run around.

"You have a beautiful home," Edwina observed, "Perhaps you may convince my mother to let me tale direction over the house.

"We are not having a pink house!" Kate laughed, "She would cover the kitchen in glitter!"

"Nothing wrong with a splash of colour," Violet laughed, "Edwina, I believe you are starting upper school at the same time as my daughter Eloise. She's through there in the drawing room."

"I should-" Kate wanted to supervise but Violet had the older girl hooked on to her arm.

"Kate dear, you can help me with the tea and my sons are in the kitchen, they would love to meet you..." Edwina laughed as Violet and their mother had obviously planned to set Kate up.

She walked straight through to the drawing room (she didn't know people still called it that) to see who she presumed to be Eloise buried in a torn up copy of Wollstonecraft's Vindication of the Rights of Women.

Edwina smiled brightly at Eloise who looked up and stared. Edwina was just really pretty. Really pretty. Oh no.

Her long dark hair was tied back with a yellow scarf that matched the deep yellow of her floral dress. Even her trainers were pristine and white, but not new.

"Hi." Eloise squeaked quietly. This did not deter the smiling girl who sat across from her, still smiling.

How was it possible for someone to smile so much?

"Hello! I'm Edwina. Your mum said that we would be in upper school together, starting next week. What do you study?"

"Um, English, Politics, History and French." Eloise listed and she nodded, very interested.

"I'm also in English and History! Glad to know I will know somebody." Edwina said, "Also Philosophy and Sociology."

"Not Latin?" Eloise asked dryly but if Edwina had picked up on the tone, she didn't show it, still grinning.

"No, I'm fluent already." Edwina mused, "Kate, my sister said I should have picked it for fun."

Crazy people could be pretty too. Her eldest three brothers' had exes and who could attest to that.

But she seemed perfectly sane.

...

Eloise was determined not to like Edwina. No matter how well read she was and the fact that she cared about issues in the world. Or how annoyingly pretty she was and was slowly changing Eloise's ideas on pink being awful when she wore it so well.

"What's she like?" Penelope asked, first day back. She knew about Mary Sharma, thanks to the gossip spread by her mother Portia who had leaned out of the family towncar to tut at Mary dropping her youngest at school herself.

"You can ask her." Eloise muttered, seeing Edwina pass by Cressida Cowper who had spoken to her for about ten seconds, looking nervously around before spotting the two. Her dark pink cord jacket and her floral dress made her easy to spot in Eloise's eyes.

"Hello, Eloise." Edwina smiled and looked at Penelope smiling brightly, "Hello. I'm Edwina."

"Penelope Featherington." Penelope introduced, "My mama was saying that your mother ran away when she was younger. Is that true?"

Edwina nodded, "It is. But no one ever tells me the full story. By the way, I really like your blouse."

"Oh, you're joking." Penelope nervously tittered looking down at her orange blouse. Eloise on the inside felt vindicated - there was something wrong with her!

"No!" Edwina immediately said, her eyes wide with worry, "I really do like it on you. Yes, the orange may clash with your hair but you wear it very well. And that is all that matters."

"Oh, thank you." Penelope was surprised, then looked at her watch, "I have Drama. See you at lunch."

"English is on Tuesdays. Study days on Monday for us, luckily," Eloise explained.

"You didn't have to be nice to Penelope," Eloise said when they were sat at a table together.

"Why not?" Edwina was confused, "I really liked her blouse. It was pretty."

"I saw Cressida Cowper and her swarm of dolls approach you."

"Cressida? That's her name?" Edwina had barely registered the girl, "She was merely greeting me. She asked if I would like to play tennis with her friends but I have never liked to play, merely spectate. Kate is the better athlete. I prefer things like gymnastics or just my books."

"Apologises, I am rambling." Edwina's face warmed.

"No. It's fine." Eloise assured her, "Usually, I am stuck with my own thoughts when Pen has her classes so, it's...nice,"

"I am glad." The silence, for the first time for Eloise, was not uncomfortable.

...

They swap books all the time. Edwina's books are neatly preserved with handmade bookmarks and covers on the older tomes inherited from her appa's library. Eloise is the complete opposite. The more she loves the book, the messier it is. Edwina does not mind, she actually wishes she could be less anal-retentive when it comes to her books.

"It's not a bad thing," Eloise said when they were at lunch.

"You could be neater, El," Penelope teased and Edwina giggled.

"Here." Edwina gives her a neatly wrapped box the following day and she is confused because well, it is not her birthday.

She opens it to see three homemade bookmarks - one made with embroidery with her name another with a strand of dried lavender and another coloured in watercolours of a sunset.

"I love that you wear your books out and the dog-eared pages, but I need you to have bookmarks. So I made you some." Edwina explained.

Eloise is shocked and she runs her hands gently over the embroidered bookmark. Blues and purples threads. Her favourite colours. She did not even know that she knew.

"I-Thank you." Eloise shyly smiles, "I love them."

"I am glad!" Edwina said and then she went back to her work as if she had not just broken through.

...

"Eloise?" Penelope shook her gently and noticed she was deep in thought. Lying on her bed on a Saturday morning, which was unusual for her.

No. She was in shock. Considering she was just staring up at the ceiling, concerned.

Penelope quickly went to get Violet and upon seeing her daughter frowned.

"Oh dear. I'll call Benedict."

Benedict was always able to talk to Eloise. They had their own language - two kindred spirits.

He arrived an hour later and flopped down next to Eloise, "Morning. I am having a shit hangover, El. What's wrong?'

"How do I get a girl to like me?"

"Are you finally trying to make more friends?" He asked dryly. She tended to accidentally on purpose insult her classmates.

And acquaintances. And strangers.

"I mean, romantically. There is a girl and I want her to like me." Eloise murmured.

"Does she like you?"

"How can I tell?" She almost whined petulantly.

"Ask."

"I can't just ask! God, you ninny!" She pinched his shoulder.

"We'll make a checklist." Benedict reached over and plucked a pen from her bedside and a sticky note, "What would you like her to do to prove she likes you?'

Eloise thought. Daphne liked all the flowers and presents Simon brought her which proved his affection as they always meant something. But someone can buy you something nice and not like you as much as you like them.

"I want her to kiss me," Eloise admitted, finally looking at him. Benedict gave his sister a sympathetic smile.

"Well, when she kisses you, that is when you definitely know she likes you. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Now. Please get up before mother and Pen call an ambulance. I think they believe you literally died of embarrassment."

...

"We can study wherever." Edwina shrugged, with a small smile. She leads her through the fragrant and bright Sharma household. Mary pokes her head out of her home office, on a phone call with one of her colleagues blowing a quick kiss to her daughter and waving to Eloise.

"Are you okay El?" Edwina asked, seeing the faraway look in her eyes.

"What did you say?" Eloise blinked.

"El? Sorry, I just heard Penelope call you that," Her face warmed in embarrassment and she thought it made her somehow more adorable.

"No, no." Eloise was quick, "You can call me El too. I'd like that. I may not have a nickname for you."

"That's okay." Edwina shrugged then her attention was on the troublesome corgi who had an old stethoscope in its mouth.

"Newton, atai viṭu!" And he immediately turned back to Edwina, dropping the object at her feet, sitting patiently.

"Your dog speaks Hindi?" Eloise asked.

"Tamil," She corrected gently, "Yes. It's why he causes mischief. But he does understand English; he just ignores it unless it's amma calling him." She giggled and Eloise laughed with her.

And when Edwina hugged her tightly, even though she was only going across the road, she wanted to melt there and then as she inhaled her familiar vanilla perfume.

So she sprints away.

...

"Eloise!"

Eloise turned around at the sound of her name being called and saw Edwina running after her and holding her copy of The Big Sleep.

"You dropped this." Edwina said, slightly breathless, "You are very fast."

"Sorry," She sniffed, taking the book. She felt so silly.

"It's okay." Edwina said, concerned "Did I do something?"

"No, it was me. My stupid list, which only has one thing on it!" Eloise ranted.

"El." Edwina holds one of her hands, "It's okay. What's on the list?"

Eloise blushes, "I wanted you to kiss me because I thought you liked me but it's okay because-"

Edwina leaned up slightly to kiss her and Eloise could not help kissing her back. Her hands wrapped around her waist, holding on to her. It was not perfect, a little messy but so right.

Edwina pulled away, "That was nice. Kate told me to always kiss first. It's polite."

"I'll see you at school tomorrow." And Edwina grinned, her cheeks warm and she skipped away.

Eloise arrives home and just leans against the front door when she gets inside, clutching her book to her chest and biting her lip. She can still taste her cherry lip balm.

"What has you grinning?" She looked up to see her mother coming downstairs with a vase of flowers that she set on the round table, "Make anyone cry today?"

"A girl kissed me," Eloise said, still smiling and Violet smiled.

"How wonderful. Now do clean up dear, dinner is in fifteen minutes." Violet said and then walked to the drawing room.

A girl kissed her and her world did not fall apart as she feared.

#modern au #edwina x eloise #edwina sharma #eloise bridgerton #bridgerton #bridgerton fic #edwina is an arts and crafts lesbian #eloise is a nervous book nerd lesbian #it's what they deserve #w/w romance #rare pair

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spoonyglitteraunt · 1 year

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So I got the new pokemon for my birthday and been playing for a few days now. And I definitely see where the complaints are coming from somewhat, although for me so far it’s only been minor glitches. Nothing that will stop me enjoying it so far.

But I do feel I want to talk about one take I’ve seen going around. This is not a lazy game. This is an unfinished game.

I’ve seen several people talking about how the pokemon games are lazy and complacent and no one is trying anymore because it’s just a cash grab. And I honestly don’t know how they look at these games (or sword/shield too) and think that.

A lot of things in this game speak of people caring and trying. This game has god rays and lens flare and sunspots on trees that change when your camera angle changes. It has textures on pokemon and clothing. Different coloured patches of grass within a larger grass section and cloud shadows. Faces have more depth and shape than previous gens did. There are tiny animations that could have easily been left out like when you pick up items or how the phone catches you when you fall. Different pokemon spawns that are pretty localised to the area they are in often only a few steps apart. None of this was strictly necessary. If no one cared, none of this would have been added because they wouldn’t break a game if they weren’t, but they are the kinds of details that show someone cared.

And yes there are a bunch of things they didn’t do that could have been better (ground and grass textures I’m looking at you). Yes there are a bunch of glitches and performance issues. What all of this feels like to me is a game that needed another year. There are literally places in this game where you can see the metaphoric space held open for something that should have gone there. Like the aiming lock on mechanic not being quite there with no reticle. Or how the clothes feel like they were meant to have more outfits. Or the towns were set up to have more houses you could enter. Transitions between camera angles in cutscenes. Etc, etc. A lot of [something will go here] spaces that were never filled out. Along with the polish on things like performance and lighting and camera collision.

I’m not saying this is a perfect game. Far from it. Nor do I feel we should be happy with the current culture of bringing out unfinished games and asking full price, with anyone’s guess if they will ever be patched to be finished. Day one patches shouldn’t be a thing, period. Nor are people who have had a lot of glitches wrong to go, fuck this I’m not playing.

But there is a difference between unfinished and no one cared. And I think it’s important to put the blame where it belongs if we ever hope to change things. And as far as I can see without knowing more details, this is not a devs don’t care, but overhead once again did not give them the time they needed.

Also as a side note. The people going why did they cut X, Y or Z from what they had in Arceus, why did they go back on these things? How could they make a worse game after a good one?! I could be wrong, but I’m fairly certain Arceus and Scarlet/Violet were made mostly side by side by different teams. I don’t think we can know if they dropped certain mechanics until the next game, because this game was never going to build upon Arceus. It was always going to be its own thing, at best Arceus was a test for the framework, not the details. Because they came out too close together to be a proper iteration.

#pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #meta #musings #reminder that this game is a glitchy mess and I want to play and enjoy it are not mutually exclusive #we can criticise something and still enjoy it #and we can enjoy something and still talk about where it fails #I am enjoying it #but I also see all the ways it isn't living up to what it should be #be mad at companies and capitalism not at devs who are stuck between a rock and a hard place

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captainswanapproved · 2 years

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The Queen's Gambit- Chapter 3

A03, Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Daemon x Rhaenyra Multi Chapter AU: Rhaenyra is now 18 and eager to prove herself. Having never been forced to marry Rhea Royce, Daemon has matured and given up his gallivanting through the Street of Silk. Queen Aemma survives her final birth but the baby does not.

Queen Aemma knows of Daemon’s devotion to Rhaenyra. She also knows that this devotion is not unrequited. Aemma goes to Viserys with a proposition: one that will ensure the future and legacy of House Targaryen.

At first sight, Rhaenyra thought Gwayne Hightower to be passably attractive, but as soon as he opened his mouth and began to wax poetically about her beauty and virtue, he became utterly repellant.

Her fingers grazed her necklace as she listened to the man drone on about her perfections and what a marriage to him would mean for the realm. She snuck a glance at Daemon, who was sitting on her left.

His expression was stoic, but the way he was fiddling with the cross guard of Dark Sister showed his true frustration with the proceedings. Rhaenyra longed to take his hand, but knew she could not.

On her right, her father was smiling at the Hightower boy, clearly flattered on her behalf. Her mother wore an expression similar to Daemon’s. Rhaenyra noticed that her parents were holding hands, her father’s thumb idly stroking her mother’s skin. She was envious of the casual affection between them.

At length, Otto Hightower said, “Thank you, my son. Allow the other young men their chance to make their case.”

Gwayne’s cheeks were tinged with scarlet as he bowed low and moved away. One of the Lannister boys took his place, and began what was clearly a well-practiced plea for her favor.

On and on it went, until finally, Viserys rose and concluded the proceedings. He thanked the lords and their sons for their time and for their compliments to his daughter and heir.

Daemon rose and before Viserys could protest, he offered his arm to Rhaenyra. Rhaenyra smiled and allowed her uncle to escort her from the throne room. She did not miss the ladies in attendance start to whisper behind their hands.

Viserys made to follow him, but was held back by his wife. Rhaenyra would have to thank her mother for her interference later that day.

Daemon led her down the halls of the Red Keep, the muscles of his arms tense. He did not speak. Rhaenyra was surprised when Daemon did not lead her to the gardens, but instead took her lower and lower through passages and down staircases. Eventually, Rhaenyra heard sounds of the waves lapping at the shore. They had reached a small beach with a small dock. Trade ships did not moor here, but this beach was where messages arrived from across the Narrow Sea, delivered by cloaked men who did not want to be seen by the larger populace of King’s Landing.

A pair of gold cloaks were patrolling along the sand but made themselves scarce at the sight of their former commander.

“Daemon?” Rhaenyra asked, her voice soft.

“My brother is a fool,” Daemon finally said in High Valyrian. “I would happily feed any of those young men to Caraxes.” His voice was strange, almost petulant. It made Rhaenyra giggle.

He turned on her in an instant, his violet eyes blazing with something . . . frustration, anger, or perhaps something else. “I fail to see what amuses you, Princess. Surely you are not considering the suit of any who spoke today.”

A Lannister, a Tyrell, a Hightower, a Baratheon, and Royce, and Laenor Velaryon had all made their proposals, though Laenor’s was delivered with a clear reluctance. None of them presented any temptation to Rhaenyra. Surely Daemon knew that she wanted none but him. Only she had never said as much, but surely, he knew anyway. He knew her better than anyone.

“Well?”

Rhaenyra raised a brow, suddenly entertaining a bizarre notion. “Are you jealous, Uncle? That you could not speak your piece? You were surely armed. You could have cut through my father’s Kingsguard, taken me to Dragonstone, and made me your wife. I would not have protested. I would have welcomed it.”

Daemon’s eyes blazed brighter as he cupped her face in his hands. “Rhaenyra, do not tempt me.”

“Even now, you could call Caraxes and we could disappear. No one need—”

Daemon’s lips crashed against hers, silencing her mocking challenge. It was not what Rhaenyra had imagined a first kiss to be. There was nothing sweet, tentative, or gentle about it.

It was forceful, demanding, and almost harsh. It lit her entire body on fire. She gripped his neck and pulled him closer. This was not a moment to be shy. She opened her mouth and allowed Daemon to claim her. The moan of pleasure was unfit for a highborn young lady. When he finally ended this kiss, he only pulled away enough to gasp for breath. His forehead pressed against hers and he clung to her.

“Is that what you want, little dragon? To forsake your throne and go to Dragonstone?”

Rhaenyra met his challenging gaze with her own. Her heart was thrumming loudly against her ribs. Her lips were tingling from his kiss. She wanted him.

But she also wanted to wear the crown, though she hoped this would not happen for years to come. Rhaenyra wanted to continue to shape the Targaryen legacy, and leave her mark upon the Seven Kingdoms. By running away with Daemon, she would alienate her father. He may even name a new heir.

“I want you, Daemon,” she said truthfully, “but I cannot abandon my claim.”

This seemed to please him. “I thought so, Princess. We will simply have to find a way for you to have both.”

She thought he might kiss her again, but he let his hands fall away. Rhaenyra made no reply. Instead they walked along the beach for a while longer before Daemon declared that it was time to return to the keep.

Daemon did not escort her back to her chambers. Instead, he dispatched her into the custody of Ser Erryk Cargyll.

“I wish to see my mother, Ser Erryk,” Rhaenyra said. Ser Erryk nodded and led her to her mother’s chambers.

***

Aemma was sitting in a chair beside a blazing fire. She smiled at the sight of her daughter. “Did you have a pleasant time with Daemon, my love?”

Rhaenyra’s cheeks turned pink and Aemma guessed that her daughter had indeed enjoyed herself. Viserys had been beside himself with the affrontery, but Aemma had soothed her husband into acceptance. “I expect they went riding,” Aemma had told him. “Syrax will protect her virtue if that is your concern.”

Viserys mumbled that it was not and excused himself to speak with the Hand about matters of state.

“You do not stink of dragon,” Aemma observed with a sly smile.

“We walked along the beach,” Rhaenyra said, her expression dreamy. “I should go visit Syrax sometime soon. I fear I have been neglecting her.”

“The last few days have been busy. Tell me, Rhaenyra, were you swayed by any of the appeals of your would be suitors?”

“No, Mother. I would not wish to pledge myself to any of them. Though at least Laenor and the Baratheon boy did not blather on endlessly.”

“You were not swayed by Gwayne’s poetry?” Aemma laughed.

Rhaenyra winced. “Father will not truly make me choose one of them, will he?”

“I am afraid so, Rhaenyra. He is set against Daemon.” Aemma took her daughter in her arms and stroked her silver hair. She was transported back to when Rhaenyra first asked about marriage. The girl had declared that one day she would wed her uncle, and together they would have many little princes and princesses.

Aemma had indulged her, while Viserys had nearly choked on his wine.

Some things never changed.

“I want to marry Daemon in the tradition of our house, Mother,” Rhaenyra whispered.

“I know, my dearest, I know.” And Aemma vowed to do all she could to ensure such an outcome.

***

The ambitions of the princess and the queen were challenged two days later at a feast given to celebrate the end of the parade of suitors.

Cheery music filled the hall as Rhaenyra danced with each of her suitors in turn. She felt Daemon’s eyes on her as she moved across the floor, ever branding her as his. Ser Harwin Strong was a fine dancer and pleasing to look upon, but Rhaenyra still wished to be dancing with Daemon.

The music ended abruptly as Viserys rose from his place at the center of the feast table on the raised dais. Otto Hightower stood to his left and wore a triumphant expression that was unsettling to the princess.

“My Lords and Ladies of Westeros, it is time to announce the betrothal of Princess Rhaenyra.”

Rhaenyra’s heart nearly stopped. This was wholly unexpected. She stared at her father with an expression of mingled awe and horror. Her eyes sought out Daemon. He was looking at his brother, his lip curled, his hand moving to the hilt of Dark Sister.

“For years, House Hightower has served the realm with honor. It is my pleasure to announce that in a fortnight, the Princess Rhaenyra will wed Gwayne Hightower.”

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Chapter 6

Summary: Eirene's meets the Ancient Ones, also known as the Guardians and learns her fate.

TW: profanity, (eventual... it's slow burn get over it) graphic depictions of sex, pain kink, childhood trauma, parental trauma, chronic pain

Rating: 18+, MDNI

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She didn’t remember how she fell asleep with all of the thoughts running through her head, but sleep found her. When she awoke her joints ached, but her head felt a lot lighter. She walked over to the windows and pulled the curtains back. At least the constant cover of gray was consistent. At least it wasn't raining her, yet.

The view from the windows is beautiful. A vast green moor sprawled out before her like an endless wave of emerald. A beautiful white rose garden blossomed wildly around the mansion, lining the cold stone exterior like perfect fluffy clouds. Beyond the moor, she could see beautiful pine trees as they stood sentinel off in the distance as far as the eye could see.

A thunder so loud Eirene felt the floor beneath her shake and a bright flash of yellow light appeared off in the distance, piercing her to the core.

From the smoke and scorched earth, Vír appeared beneath the flash.

predator, but he was beautiful. Devastating, but beautiful.

As he drew nearer, he stopped in his path and looked up at the manor, locking eyes with Eriene. An intense sense of vulnerability crashed into Eirene, leaving her feeling immediately exposed, her soul laid bare. He cocked his head to the side questioningly and she could almost see the look of disgust on his face, it was probably the same look that came across hers. How could someone so achingly beautiful do such terrible deeds? If he truly was the Thunderous One, he was responsible for her parents deaths. Almost killing Violet. It just didn't make sense.

A chill ran down her spine when they finally broke eye contact. How long had they simply stared at each other in silence? A second? Minutes? Eirene pulled the curtains closed and began getting dressed. She quickly washed her face in the small bathroom attached to her room and headed out down the hall.

The house was already buzzing with activity as staff began making beds and preparing meals.

"Yvonne, good morning," Eirene said with a timid smile on her face.

"Happy to see you looking well this morning, Eirene" She looked relieved. She and the rest of the staff were probably expecting her to fry herself in the tub last night.

Eirene couldn't stop it, a true laugh came out of her. Yvonne giggled quietly. After a moment, both women were both laughing loudly at the absurdity of it all.

"Sounds like I missed something?" Lyire approached down the hallway. "Good morning, Yvonne," he nodded in her direction.

"Sir, good morning. Sorry, our guest and I just got carried away." She struggled to stifle a giggle.

"Well I hate to spoil the fun, but the Gathering is arriving any minute now, so I'll need to steal Eirene. Deepest apologies madam," he tipped his head to Yvonne, his white hair and warm breeze flowing their way. "If you'll follow me, Eirene?" He nodded toward the grand staircase.

"Many thanks for not destroying the house in your sleep," he smiled. "Let's hope you keep that self-control around the Gathering. Only a few of them are coming, they're going to assess the situation and vote on it as a group." Maybe he could sense her go tense because he continued, "You're going to be fine. They can't hurt you. You're in a sanctuary here, as long as you're in Vír's domain, you're fine."

She had a only a few moments to eat some delicious breakfast before Lyire looked to the large doors. "They're here."

Vír came down the stairs so quickly Eirene's heart almost stopped. He walked right up to her, his imposing figure staring down at her.

"Don't speak. Keep your cool. Stand behind me, now." His voice growled at her and it sent a chill down her spine. He grabbed her shoulder and pushed him behind her. If she didn't know any better she'd say he was acting protective of her. Just being in his presence made her sick, but she would do as he said. For now.

Lyire walked up to the door and opened it before they had a chance to knock. "Hello all, welcome to the Thunderous One's manor. Please, enter." Lyire seemed too formal, Eirene got nervous as to who she was meeting but she would try to do as Vír said. Keep calm. With each measured breath she steadied herself, her eyes tracing the markings etched into her palms before she hastily rolled down her sleeves and tucked her hands away.

"Vír, wonderful to see you again. Thank you for welcoming us into your home. We appreciate you giving us the night to think on this... particular situation." Eirene peeked around Vír to examine the new guests.

She wasn't sure what she expected but this certainly wasn't it. The five figures that walked through the foyer were beautiful. Exotic and ethereal, much like Lyire and Vír. Among them, a man in deep blue silken robes that seemed to shimmer with silver light stepped forward.

"I've thought about it all night and I'd rather not stay here for long if I don't have to," his eyes seemed to look past them and to the gloomy outside through the windows. His voice was deep and soft, Eirene thought she could close her eyes and listen to them talk for hours.

A young girl, no older than ten, broke away from the group. Eirene could see the cherry blossom branches tattooed on her arms, spiraling up her hands and could smell the foreign smell of warm grass as she approached Vír. "Can I see her?" She looked up at him and asked. He seemed to look down at her with irritation, but he stepped aside none the less.

Eirene maintained her composure and continued to count her breaths as she looked down, attempting to avoid eye contact with the girl.

"Aren't you beautiful," she said. Not a question, just a fact. Self-deprecation was a foreign concept to Eirene, but how could someone as striking as this young girl think about calling Eirene that? Was she out of her mind? "Tell me what happened?" She asked.

Vír stepped back in front of Eirene shielding her. "I told you all last night, I-" A tall figure stepped from the group and cut him off.

"I believe Amana meant we would like to hear it from the girl," the figure said.

"Hino, why are you even here? You never once cared about what happens in my domain," Vír said. He put his arm out, further protecting her from their stare. Eirene glanced up quickly to see who was speaking.

He was strong looking, broad shoulders and a sharp square jaw. His hair a vibrant red, shorter on one side and brushing across his brow like a lick of flame. His skin tanned and sun kissed, with warm golden brown eyes. He wore form fitting black leather from head to toe, with large straps crossing his broad chest in an X. His smile was big and arrogant, as if he knew he was getting under Vír's skin. Eirene couldn't help but smile at that. She felt the static in her palms go up her arms and around her neck to the place where they met at the base of her collar bones.

"Mashe sent me in their place. You know she can't be here," he almost spoke down to Vír, and Eirene could swear she heard the rumbles of thunder outside, but no flashes of lightning illuminated the cool marble room.

"Amana, give them some space. We don't know yet what they're capable of," another woman said. The small girl backed up, leaning into the embrace of a tall woman, her belly swollen and pregnant, with ferns tattooed up her arms who gave Eirene a warm, assured smile.

Vír lowered his hand and spoke down to her over his shoulder. "You heard them, speak." He hissed.

Eirene pulled her hands out of her pockets and balled her hands up into fists, massaging the feeling of static in them with her fingers as she continued to count breaths. She could feel the ache in her triceps' and bicep muscles as she struggled to keep down her anxiety and fear.

"I- I don't understand what happened," Eirene stepped forward slowly, out from behind Vír. She could feel his eyes on her, every movement and breath being examined. "I was going to hunt on Lyranth quickly before the storms began again, when I got to the edge of the bridge, my... my-" the word sister caught in her throat. She felt a warm breeze at her back, cooling her down and blowing on the back of her neck. She looked past Hino's devouring stare and caught Lyire's blue eyes from across the room. He mimicked a deep breath and smiled kindly at her.

"My sister was behind me, and the storm began. I ran to her and we reached the edge of the bridge. When we hit solid ground, I don't know what happened it was like everything was slowed. I knew lightning was going to strike on the spot where she was standing, I just- something in my gut told me to push her," the look on Violets face in her mind as she did so made her heart feel like it was going to rip from her chest. "I stood where the lightning was going to strike instead. I still think I might be dead," and Eirene let a soft chuckle out.

The man in the blue robes was holding hands with a woman in a matching set of robes and she let go of his hand and stepped forward, approaching Eirene. The other man's eyes did not leave Vír's for even a moment. "May I?" She looked at Eirene, her hands outstretched. Eirene glanced up at Vír for permission, and he simply rolled his eyes quickly and gave a curt nod. Eirene put her hands in the womans, palms down.

"Be careful, Kumi," the robed man said.

"I know what I'm doing, Caelum," she looked back at him. The look on Caelum's face was pure worry but Kumi could not look more curious or calm. She rolled Eirene's hands around so they were palm up and she touched the lightning bolts gently with her thumbs. "Interesting," she said to herself. "And you were born with these?" She asked Eirene, now pulling her eyes from the marks on her hands to her eyes. Eirene had never seen the stars. But if she had to imagine them, she would think they looked like Kumi's eyes. Beautiful deep blue irises with sparkling silver light that seemed to move the longer you stared.

"No," Eirene said quietly to her. "When I awoke here I saw them. I can feel them," her voice almost a whisper to Kumi alone. She smiled and dropped her hands and backed up from Eirene and Vír. She returned next to Caelum, and grasped his hand again, whispering something in his ear.

"Well, should we vote? I've got about a million other things that I'd rather be doing than standing in this cold, depressing home," Hino had made himself comfortable, sitting on the chaise that Eirene found herself on twice last night. His feet kicked up, boots and all, on the soft gray material. When he turned his head to look at them his eyes met Eirene's for a moment and her marks burned. She could feel them the entire way up her arms and around her neck. It made her hair stand up on her arms. She didn't feel as exposed as she did when Vír looked at her, but there was something about him that put Eriene on edge. Hino looked at her as if he could envelope her, swallow her whole.

Caelum looked at Hino with a hint of annoyance. "He's right," he said. He dropped Kumi's hand and looked at the pregnant woman. "Zelenaya, what say you?"

"She's dangerous, but she doesn't know it. That makes her doubly a threat. She stays in this domain, not to return to the mortal world until her powers are under control, or returned to their rightful owner," her deep green eyes made contact with Vír.

"I agree," Amana spoke. The small girl still leaning into the woman clad in verdant green.

"Caelum and I agree. Vír must take her in, train her, as he did Lyire. If she causes any harm to anyone, Vír is responsible." Kumi stared at him directly in the eye, and Caelum squeezed her hand firmly. "Hino?" She turned and looked at the man, pompously lounging in the corner.

"Mashe's vote is that the girl be sent to her domain where she and others try to figure out how to expel the magic from her and remove her memory of this place. Then she be returned to the mortal world as soon as possible," his eyes remained on her, and Eirene thought it might engulf her whole. "However, I think it might be interesting to see where this goes. However, I think it best she have a proper teacher. I vote she return to my domain to train," His eyes sparked with something mischievous.

Caelum nodded. "You are outvoted, Hino. It is decided. We will return six moons from now. If no progress has been made, we will revote and perhaps consider your offer, Hino." He bowed low and turned to leave with Kumi. On their way out, Lyire stopped them and whispered something in their ear. Kumi took him by the shoulder and gave him a soft squeeze and Lyire beamed. The green woman, Zelenaya, rested a hand on her belly and nodded her head. She reached a hand down for Amana who grasped it tightly.

"Good luck," she said with a kind smile that reminded Eirene of Beck, and they turned to leave.

Hino slowly rose from the lounge and walked toward them. Vír stepped between Eirene and the walking flame. "Don't make me have Lyire snuff you out," Vír threatened. "I don't know what you're doing, but walk away. While you still can." The thunder began outside again and Eirene swallowed the sick that was creeping from her stomach to her throat at the sound.

"I just wanted to welcome the newest member of the Guardians, properly," he teased. He stepped to the side and grabbed Eirene's hand in his own. His hand was hot- too hot, and he took her hand to her mouth and pressed a kiss into it. When he removed his lips from her hand he took a warm finger and traced the line of the lightning bolt on it, leaving a trail of heat and sparks behind. Eirene felt like she could be electrocuted. Or smothered. He smelled of burning palo santo and cedarwood, like the hearth fire at her home. She pulled her hand away from his, the electricity still creeping around her shoulders like static electricity. His eyes flicked up to meet hers as if he felt it too. He gave the smallest smile and cocked his head ever so slightly to the side as he narrowed his eyes.

"Welcome to the Gathering, Lightning Caller."

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