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ladystoneboobs · 20 days

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[Cat, to Brienne:]"And Arya, well . . . Ned's visitors would oft mistake her for a stableboy if they rode into the yard unannounced. [...]" -Catelyn VII, aCoK

ok, this is another thing that makes me feel like i'm taking crazy pills bc i never see it talked about with all the implications behind it. so if anyone is more versed in androgynous medievalish clothing, feel free to correct me here, but my thinking is if unannounced visitors mistook arya for a stableboy, would that not mean she was wearing boyish riding garb, trousers and all? bc if she was running around with messy hair and a dirty gown, wouldn't she more likely be seen as a female servant? if my reading is not wildly offbase that does not jibe with the idea of arya being terrorized all day by both septa mordane and her mother to be more ladylike. rather, this limited freedom to be mistaken for a servant could suggest that pragmatic catelyn was picking her battles with arya too, not forcing her to always appear prim and proper on days when they were not expecting any guests to see her. catelyn "despaired of ever making a lady of" arya, though neither she nor ned could abandon the goal, which could mean a more measured approach, not exhausting herself by going after arya for every unladylike move she made, especially when she was still a prepubescent child. the quote above starts a paragraph which ends with catelyn feeling "as though a giant hand were squeezing her chest" after saying she thought arya was dead like bran and rickon, after no word of her since ned's arrest. in that context of grief, i think all her words about arya should be read as coming with bittersweet fondness, just being honest about their problems, not sugarcoating any of it.

but let's compare catelyn's trials with arya, including her often running around looking like a stableboy, to arya's interactions with lady smallwood, somehow seen as an even better mother-figure than her own mother, whom arya found easier to comply with bc of her kinder manner. first of all, lady smallwood's efforts to make arya ladylike included two baths and two dresses in one day after arya and gendry ruined the first dress, before finally giving her boy's riding clothes to leave in. i would argue a full second bath was unneeded when they could have just washed the dirt off her face and hands, and, furthermore, that both the dresses were an impractical waste when she knew arya would be riding back out with the outlaws and could not look a highborn lady when doing so. idt pragmatic catelyn would have gone to all that trouble just to make arya look ladylike for a few hours when there were no other ladies around. as for the claim that arya found it easier to comply with her? no, that's just flat-out demonstrably false. the text says she was "forced" into a tub and "they insisted" she wear girl's clothes. what room did she have to refuse as a hostage in a stranger's castle? she certainly felt no compunction about fighting gendry in the acorn dress she'd been forced into, and only felt bad about it afterward when lady smallwood talked about her dead son.

now, let's move on to the only canon quotes we have from cat to/about arya in arya's pov.

"Sansa's work is as pretty as she is," Septa Mordane told their lady mother once. "She has such fine, delicate hands." When Lady Catelyn had asked about Arya, the septa had sniffed. "Arya has the hands of a blacksmith." -Arya I, aGoT Her father had hunted boar in the wolfswood with Robb and Jon. Once he even took Bran, but never Arya, even though she was older. Septa Mordane said boar hunting was not for ladies, and Mother only promised that when she was older she might have her own hawk. -Arya V, aCoK Her mother used to say she could be pretty if she would just wash and brush her hair and take more care with her dress, the way her sister did. -The Blind Girl(/Arya I), aDwD

in the first quote we don't know catelyn's reaction to septa mordane's rude disapproval of arya, certainly not if she agreed with it. what we do know is she was not interested in only hearing endless praise of sansa and wanted to hear if arya had made any progress. although admittedly that was a vain hope, which ignored arya's true strengths and the possibility that she could never master and enjoy needlework the way catelyn did.

the second quote better shows the difference between arya's mother and her septa. catelyn does not criticize arya for wanting to hunt boar nor dismiss her interest. instead she tries to mollify arya and accomodate her desire with the promise of a future hunting hawk. that this was a promise, not just an idle thought, suggests this would have happened in due time and could have been a bonding activity for them if the plot hadn't intervened.

the third quote is definitely a backhanded compliment and doubly unhelpful in comparison to sansa, but at least it shows catelyn did not think one of her own daughters was ugly. she thought both were pretty even tho sansa was the more admired as traditionally beautiful, and she thought arya's looks were held back by her messy hair and clothes. (useful to remember for those fans who like to keep track of how many characters called arya pretty vs. how many call her ugly.)

yes, it is a bad sign that arya genuinely wondered if her mother would want her back, dirtier than ever in her disguise as a peasant boy. their relationship definitely had faults which the adult parent must bear responsibility for. but we must remember that arya also worried if robb would pay a ransom for her, and was most ashamed about the people she'd killed, and couldn't bear the thought of ned knowing all she'd done. and we must keep in mind that even ned never openly gainsaid septa mordane on-page either, and that arya desperately wanted to renunite with her mother and felt confident gendry could stay with her if she vouched for him with her mother. that confidence would seem completely unwarranted if their mother/daughter relationship was as utterly bad as some fans make out.

#valyrianscrolls #asoiaf #asoiaf meta #catelyn stark #arya stark #a wolf with a fish in its mouth #that most recent post in the tag is actually insane but these are things ive thougt abt saying for awhile #i could also say that jon's doubts and fears wrt his mother are also unfounded and that ned bears some blame for that #by never telling him his mother loved him or even whether she was alive or dead #funny how people can recognize lady smallwood's similarity to cat as a mother figure but just saying aryas pretty w/o qualifications is #enough to make her better in every other way too #anyways #happy wolf pack wednesday!#(c)lsb

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marilynthornhilllover · 5 months

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For kinkmas Agatha Harkness smut please 🫣

Kinkmas fanfic: #4

Good girl

Agatha harkness x fem!reader

Warning: arguing, relationship problems, hurtfull words, indecent language,Agatha being mean and full of shit,smut, fingering, Cummings, make up sex, praise kink, mommy kink if you squint, slight overstiumlation.

The elevator dinged as you arrived on the main floor of your wife's company. You held your phone in one hand and her lunch in the other. Agatha had an unexpected important meeting to attend early this morning which caused her to rush out of the house with an empty stomach - obviously that does no one any good especially when they have a long day ahead.

So you promised her you'd bring her lunch about an hour before you head off to work, that way you'd eating lunch with her but it'd be breakfast for you. You walked up to the lady at the front desk with a polite smile.

" hi good morning! This isn't really my thing, showing up at a office so early but I'd like to see Ms harkness please" you spoke as you placed your bag on the counter. The lady smiled and nodded as she picked up the phone and dialed a number, she waited a while before dialing again. She sighed as she placed the phone back down in its holder.

" sorry ma'am but I'm afraid Ms.harkness is busy and probably can't answer the phone right now" she spoke firmly but her tone of voice showed no attitude or rudeness. You pouted as you looked around the room for another option before the lady spoke up again.

" If you tell me your name I can give you a security pass and you just go up" You turned to her with a huge grin and nodded.

" I'm y/n harness, her wife I'm just here to drop off her lunch and i'll be staying a while" the lady let out a small "oh" as she returned your smile.

" Well I suppose you can go up" you gaved her a small smile before picking up your belongings and reentering the elevator. The ride was long yet so short. With a soft ding again the doors opened and you stepped out into the huge work room where everyone was either standing, walking around or sitting clicking away at their keyboards trying to get whatever work that was assigned finished.

You turned a couple heads as you walked down the isle to your wife's office. You stopped in your tracks as you saw Agatha emerge from her office with her phone at her ear and her laptop in hand. You quickly walked up to her as she entered an empty conference room, where her meeting will be held later.

You knocked on the door to announce your arrival as you entered. She turned to face you and gestured for you to close the door.

" what do you mean you'll be here in an hour?! - no I don't give a shit if your taxi broke down!..... look be here in 20 minutes tops or your fucking fired!" She spoked as she hanged up the phone. If you were being honest if your boss shouted at you like that or didn't even have the courtesy to listen you'd probably only show up to work to give them the middle finger before quitting on the spot, but lucky for you that persons boss just so happened to be your grumpy wife.

She threw her phone onto the desk with a loud thug as she sat and opened her computer.

" what do you want y/n" she asked in a harsh and cold tone, you were a bit taken back to be honest. Even though she was having a rough morning that didn't give her the right to talk to you like shit and that was something you both had agreed on - she promised she'd never do since the last time she did it resulting in you breaking down in tears.

When you didn't respond she looked up at you in rather a aggressive way, it's safe to say if looks could kill you'd be dead. She shrugged her shoulders and rolled her eyes at you, her way of telling you to speak up or get lost.

" you need to drop that attitude, and plus give that poor guy a chance if his taxi broke down his taxi broke down-" she slammed her hands on the desk making you jump as she held the bridge of her nose, possibly trying to regain her composure. She wasn't- she wasn't losing her cool with you was she? No, nah, she can't be for real.

" look, I don't need anyone making a fool of me and wasting my time and I certainly don't need my pathetic wife showing up at work telling me how to treat my employees because she simply has nothing better to do" you were utterly shocked, your mouth was open and you were positive that your jaw had dropped further than the lost submarine.

The worst part she didn't even look as if she was sorry, or as if she regretted it. She just scoffed at your surprised facial expression and proceeded to type away on her computer.

" here I was bringing you lunch and wanting to have a decent conversation with you wife but no, you have to be a bitch" you placed the lunch in front of her and backed up crossing your arms.

You didn't know what could have upset your wife in such way or what is was you said that could have offended her other than the work bitch that she uses every day but she got up and threw the bowl of food across the table causing it to make a loud crashing sound and making everyone in the office sprint to their feet to see what the commotion was.

All eyes were on the both of you on the other side of the room since the blinds were down and the entire room was made of glass and to make matters worse the room was not sound proof.

" you know what y/n, you can take your ' lunch ' and 'decent conversation' and shove it up your ass" she spoke before walking out of the room and down the hall back towards her own personal office.

" someone get that cleaned up I have a meeting in less than an hour for christ sake!" She shouted before slamming her door making everyone jolt. You were frozen between reality and what just happened. Surely that had to be a dream. She didn't just shouted at you infront of her entire staff, embarrassed you, humiliate you and insulted you. If this situation didn't scream "divorce her!" You didn't know what would. You picked up your bag, carefully not to make the shards of glass of the floor to cut your feet.

You avoided everyone's intense gaze as you walked out. Tears forming as you heard whispers, or maybe it was your imagination, but after what just happened who wouldn't talk. You were beyond embarrassed. You wanted to disappear or worse lock yourself in a closet and survive off ice cream and Gatorade for the rest of your life.

You walked out of the building at the speed of light, not even saying goodbye to the front desk lady. Surly you were the talk of the day now and Agatha sure as hell didn't give a shit. What could have made her reacted like that? You didn't give two flying fucks she owed you a apology.

You got into your car and drived home. To get your mind off things you decided to go to a club with your friends to release some steam, Turing off your phone in the process.

After you arrived back home you saw Agatha sitting on the couch drinking red wine as she was clearly not paying any attention to the movie that was playing on the TV. As the door opened and closed her eyes flicked up to meet your gaze. You scoffed as you placed your bag down onto the kitchen counter as you began to take off your shoes and jacket. She should be lucky you even spared her a glanced, if you could ignore her entire fucking existence you most definitely would.

Agatha got up and placed her wine glass down on the coffee table as she slowly approached you. A rather apologetic look plastered across her face.

" y/n darling can we talk about what-" you pushed passed her not allowing her to finish her sentence as you made your way into your shared bedroom, her following you like a lost puppy.

" talk about what Agatha? That your full of shit or how you humiliated my infront of almost hundred people. which should we first talk about?" She looked down bitting her lip before she looked back into your eyes that were on fire with several different emotions. Sadness being the most evident one, she could tell that you were hurt by her actions today and that whatever she says now can potentially add to your pain.

" I just wanna apologize for the way i-" again you allowed her no time to speak.

" apologize for what! Don't apologize babe I don't want you to bruise your perfect ego" you scoffed as you slammed the door to the bathroom in her face locking it in an instant.

" fucking unbelievable" you muttered under your breath. She knocked on the door several times but you continued to un dress and do you regularly night time routine. After taking a shower you wrapped your towel around your body and went out to see her sitting on the edge of the bed looking altruistic.

" please my love, let me atleast tell you why -"

" why you threw my bowl of food across the room and told me to shove it up my ass?" You sarcastically asked huffing putting your hands on your hips. That was your signature defense stance. With that she stood to be feet and tried approaching you but you took a step back. She sighed as she spoke up again.

" Yes would you stop interrupting me and let me fucking apologize?"

" I don't need your fucking apology" you shouted, tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

" Yes you do because I can see that your hurt and what I did was wrong"

" wow, the egoistic bitch actually gives a shit about people, one including her wife" you scoffed as you walked towards your closet.

" Oh my lord y/n what is wrong with you" she acquired.

" leave me alone" you replied.

" let me-" she tried grabbing your arm as you walked pass her put you pulled it away.

" you keep saying let you apologize just talk!"

" I can't if you keep cutting me off mid sentence!"

" Well too bad, and sleep in the guest room" you said as you slightly shivered from the amount of tension that had built up over time. You looked up at her and you could tell she was in distress just as much as you were and maybe infact you were being a bit self-centered by not letting her apologize.

Agatha sighed as her will power to try to apologize died, she scoffed as she watched you take off the Towel and slowly put on your underwear, her eyes couldn't help to linger on your boobs and your fleshly shaved cunt and the small curves of your body.

" let me apologize using a different method then" she spoke in a low, sultry tone making you shiver as you made eye contact with her in the mirror, her eyes were suddenly darkened with lust and utterly desire as she made her way towards you from behind. She wrapped her arms around you as her lips found your neck in a slow opened mouthed kiss. You fought the moan that wanted to surpass your lips as you turned around to face her, her hand placement never changing.

" fine, if you can make me feel good in ten minutes i'll let you off but you have to apologizeto me i front of your staff, if not your sleeping in the guess room and your ordering take out tonight and your still gonna apologize to me in front of your staff" you said as your looked into her beautiful determined brown eyes. Your wife bit her bottom lip as she studied you for a moment before replying.

" baby you and I both know I can make you cum in five minutes tops" she husked, as she gently pushed you down on the bed. You chuckled at her playfulness as she sinfully smirked at you as she teasingly removed your underwear not ignoring the already wet patch that was presented before her eyes. She kissed in between your thighs as she maintained intense eye contact with you.

" so pretty my love" she cooed as she used her finger to move your arousal around, pushing her finger through you wet slit. You threw back your head against the pillows as you tried your best to not give her the privilege of hearing you moan so soon. Agatha was indeed very skilled with her mouth and hands and truth be told you weren't sure if you were going to last very long. She gently pushed your thighs up towards your chest as she leaned down and softly kissed your clit, gently pulling it and releasing it with a pop.

" fuck, oh my god" you moaned, you didn't want to give her the satisfactory but you lost all of your self control when it came to how this woman ate your pussy. It was incredible. you whimpered as Agatha makes cat licks up your slit once more before flattening her tongue out against your cunt before enveloping your clit in her mouth making you let out a pornographic moan as your hands immediately flew to her hair.

You whined as your hips stated rocking against her mouth trying to get some more friction before Agatha wrapped her arms around your thighs in a firm grasp pulling you down more so that you could be closer to her mouth. You were slowly losing your sanity as you became more desperate for her.

" good girl, such a good fucking girl, I promise I'll make it up to you sweetie" she spoke against your cunt, as the vibrations ran straight through you making you arch your back and strach your nails against her scalp, making her let out a moan of her own. You could already feel the knot in your stomach being tied,it was just a matter of time before it exploded and it was utterly embarrassing how easy she could get you to cum for her.

" gonna cum sweet girl? Mhm? Your doing so good for me" she mumbled as she sucked harshly on your clit moving her tongue through your folds and slightly entering at your entrance making you cry out. She was a tease and she loved how easily she could have you at her aid.

You plopped yourself up on your elbows to look at her and her gaze immediately flicked up to your tear filled eyes. The pleasure felt too good to be true.

" your gonna cum aren't you?" She chuckled against you when she saw how desperate you looked. It was as if you were stuck between enjoying what she was doing and let her win or play house by holding off your oragsm and making her go over her time limit.

She looked at you dead in the eye as she slowly pushed two fingers into your cunt at the same time. Watching as your eyes roll back and how your face confronts in pleasure as you lay back. She groaned as she felt how your pussy clenched down on her in such a greedy way. She slowly thrusted her fingers in and out of you watching as you tried your best not to ride them. She kissed your mound and your tummy and then your chest area and she picked up her brutal pace, making squelching noises as your moans got louder.

She latched on to one of your breast as her other unoccupied hand gaved the other one attention by twisting and squeezing your sensitive bud.

" Oh God please, Agatha, p-please, I wanna- no" she could feel you trying your hardest to not give into your pleasure rather than to let it absorb you completely. She realsed your nipple with a pop and kissed her way up to your face. She kissed you passionately doing the "barrel" movement with her fingers as she went harder and deeper making your eyes snap out and making you let out a crucial moan. She took the opportunity to push her tongue into your mouth.

You didn't even bother to fight her for dominance you allowed her to completely dominate you, fully submitting to her.

" you know your allowed to cum right? It's not a punishment darling, you have nothing to lose. cum for me please. Make mommy proud." She moaned in your ear as she nibbled on your neck. She curled her fingers in you going faster making you grab onto the bedsheets for dear life as you cummed hard on her fingers.

" FUCK-" you choked on your moan as she kept moving her fingers in and out of you, allowing you some time to come down from your high. You saw little stars floating in your vision as she carefully removed her fingers.

" there she is, such a good girl" she cooed as she licked off her fingers and gaved you a kiss on the cheek.

" so, that's 7 minutes and 34 seconds" she whispered and you chuckled. You turned to look at her with bright eyes.

" 2 minutes late but I still got to see the most beautiful girl in the world cum for me" she whispered and you playfully rolled your eyes.

" I am truly sorry for shouting at you baby girl" she muttered kissing along your jaw line. You hugged her tightly as you rested your head on her chest, listening to her her heart beat as it slowly drived you more into sleep land.

" I love you Agatha" you sighed as you slowly allowed the sleep to take over your body. She giggled at your spent expression and gaved you a little forehead kiss.

" I love you more my little cupcake" she mumbled as she too fell asleep.

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cyansadness · 8 months

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this is how i think season 2 of grease rise of the pink ladies should start

we open on the facciano’s old apartment in new york. it’s snowing outside. the house is full of boxes. this is the night before they are set to move to rydell. frenchie is walking to her room when she hears yelling from jane’s room.

being a nosy younger sister, she leans closer to try to hear the conversation better. frenchie can’t really hear much. just jane yelling and a male voice yelling back. we can only hear bits and pieces of the conversation.

‘i never want to hear from you or see you again.’ ‘come on, don’t be like that jane.’ ‘i mean it zuko, get out.” ‘calm down facciano.’

frenchie hears footsteps approaching the door so she dives into her own room just as jane opens her own. frenchie watches the interaction from a crack in the door.

the conversation now is crystal clear as jane forces zuko out of her room. he goes to grab her forearm but she pushes him away.

‘come on jane, what are you going to do, huh? move to california and just forget about everything that happened?” he would ask, getting closer to jane but she would take a few steps back. the camera is facing his back, we still can see his face.

‘yeah, i’m not letting you ruin this second chance for me. you’ve done enough zuko. just leave me alone, for good this time.’ jane said, crossing her arms in front of her. ‘good-bye zuko.’ jane said, throwing something small at him. it bounced out off his chest and landed on the floor.

jane stepped back into her room and shut the door. zuko bent down to pick up what jane threw at him. a gold ring with a dark red gem in the center. he huffed before going to leave the facciano’s residence for the last time.

frenchie has a confused look on her face. what happened? what did they do? why were they arguing? so many questions and one sister unwilling to answer them.

we see jane through her small window that leads to a fire escape. the window is frosted over. as the camera pans out, we see her packing the last things in a suitcase.

the camera lifts up to show the night sky before quickly dropping back down where we are back in rydell.

this is right after the last scene of season 1. we see jane storm into the frosty palace, everyone jumping out of her way because calamity jane is on a warpath.

she’s angry but under all that anger, there’s fear. she has her back to the door as it jingles again. the pink ladies followed her, obviously.

they talk over each other as they question everything they just saw. as jane was about to start talking, the bell jingles again. jane looks up again and zuko is standing at the door, a smirk on his face like he’s been waiting for this day to come. this is the first time we’re seeing his face.

with that proud smirk on his face, he looks at jane dead in the eyes. “hey facciano, long time, no see.’

then we get our iconic title card and theme

bam, mic drop

now we just need a season 2.

#grease rise of the pink ladies #grease: rise of the pink ladies #save rise of the pink ladies #jane facciano #olivia valdovinos #cynthia zdunowski #nancy nakagawa #hazel robertson #i need them back #this has been living in my head rent free for months

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blumenflowergelb · 6 months

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Love and hate is the same

• Time travel was a very bitter thing, Yn decided. To see the people long dead should have made him happy but it hurt a lot. Yn lived so many years full with his past mistakes and regrets that his brain just couldn’t catch up with not seeing the consequences of the past. Waking up and realizing that yes that very strange lady in Asshai didn’t lie and he was in the past was easy. Realizing that he didn’t have his friends-companions- was harder. But he accepted it since he theoretically knew what would happen if he travels back in time. Seeing his own face, so young and unmarked by the last decade, didn’t faze him. Seeing his old room,the old servants, the old stable that was burned down by the Lannisters, his old and mostly dead acquaintances didn’t faze him. But seeing him did.

• Yn felt like somebody pulled a rug from under him. It didn’t only hurt, it burned through his whole being. His head and heart was full with longing, love and anger. He loved his silver prince and yearned for him but he couldn’t forget what he had done. Rhaegar left him, his own wife and children and doomed them and the kingdom. This mixture of feelings left his knees weak and had it not been for the stone railing Yn was sure that he would have kneeled over. He still didn’t notice him, too deep in a conversation with Arthur, his sister and Elia. Yn was thankful for this. He watched Rhaegar and his companions, thinking about what he had to do, until Ashara noticed him and looked deep in Yn‘s eyes. They stared at each other, and when Yn looked away he accidentally caught Rhaegar‘s eyes. Yn felt a butterflies in his stomach, the intensity almost made him throw up, but shame followed. And with shame came anger. The kind that burns through the soul and leaves the body hot and trembling. The kind that makes the heart heavy. The kind that you can only get after having your hearth broken in thousand tiny pieces.

• It all began when they were neither children nor adults. It was that awkward phase when they limbs suddenly grown but they couldn’t control them right. After Rhaegar has stolen a book about bed activities and a wine flask they got so drunk that Yn wasn’t able to stand up straight. They red the book loud to each other while sipping wine and Rhaegar leaned over to Yn and kissed him. While it surprised Yn, he kissed back and from one point to the other they were naked in front of the fire place. After decades Yn still couldn’t forgot the hard rug and the slight burn from them. They touched each other in a way before that neither experienced. It was magical. It felt good. And right. Of course, they continued the activities and sought enjoyment in each other companies but it was years later that they confessed. Yn wasn’t sure until that day what Rhaegar felt but the words he whispered to him made Yn warm up to this day. The intensity of Rhaegar‘s love made everyday worth living for Yn. Sadly it didn’t last. They knew that Rhaegar had to marry and after failed attempts at finding Rhaegar the bride his father wished, Elia came. At first Yn wasn’t bothered but after repeatedly seeing and hearing how well they got along Yn became jealous. Looking back it wasn’t his brightest moment but who could fault a lover for being jealous of his love slowly falling in love with somebody else?

• They argued a lot. Rhaegar denied his accusations but Yn know the truth. Maybe Rhaegar wasn’t fully in love with Elia but he liked her enough to do his duty. At the end of the day he was man who was blessed with a beautiful albeit sickly wife who gave him two children. It was enough. And this broke Yn heart. Yn felt slighted, although he didn’t know why, angry, and desperate. He wished for Rhaegar, his first friend and lover, the friend whom he trained with, watched the stars, read old books and laughed. The lover that made him feel like he was loved, was worth something beautiful, and a lover who accepted his love. But when it crashed down for the first time Yn couldn’t say what he felt because he was painfully young. So when Rhaegar begann to talk less and less with Yn, barely kissed him and they almost never truly talked, Yn became frustrated. The confrontation went as good as expected. The fought intensely, but not loudly. It was quick but hearth breaking. At the end, after telling each other the slights they felt like they suffered, Rhaegar just shook his head and told Yn that they needed some time apart. Yn took it stone faced and left. Only when he was alone in his chambers did he cry.

• Yn guessed that he traveled back in time after they argued. Nobody moved, the garden was silent and only a shout of Yn name snapped him out of it. He quickly turned around and walked towards a boy who was calling him. At first Yn didn’t even understand what was going on and why he was asked to meet with a friend in a tavern somewhere in Flea Bottom. But he felt excited when he realized who was waiting for him. After Yn left Westeros, he went to the Golden Company and met Carl the Small. Smallcarl, as he was called, wasn’t actually small but Bigcarl was at least two feet higher than an average man. Years later Yn contract ended and Carl and he decided to leave the Company with others to see the world. They adventure took them from the Shadowland to beyond Westeros and it brought both Carl and Yn closer. They were friends but sometimes when they needed a body than they went beyond brotherhood. But that didn’t change their friendship. Currently Yn only trusted him and some of his friends from the adventures the most. Before Yn payed the shadowwitch, they decided to meet in Kings Landing and try to change destiny. A hard decisions but the trust between them went deep.

• The meeting at a run down tavern lifted Yn spirits. Seeing Carl, Jonny and Majki always brought a sense of security in Yn hearth so he left with his heart lightened to do his task. Before he left, Carl hugged him and kissed his head and they agreed to meet in a few days. The second meeting went even better. They agreed on what to do, where to beginn and when. Yn left few hours later. He walked back in silence and only the darkness was around him, however he couldn’t shake of the feeling that something was wrong.

• Yn arrived to his room and after opening the door, he stopped in his track. The hearth which he left cold was now omitting warmness, there was wine and two fancy glasses on a table that he has never seen before and Rhaegar was sitting on his bed. Looking at the rumpled sheets he must have slept, Yn thought. But before he could utter a word Rhaegar stood up and motioned him towards the table. The only thing that he said was to close the door. And Yn did while trying to escape his memories.

• A week after the confrontation Yn couldn’t hold himself anymore and went back to Rhaegar. But the relationship couldn’t be safed. After Rhaegar stole Lyanna and they ended up in the Tower of Joy, they talked. Rhaegar ordered Yn in his room, waited for him with some dornish wine and when Yn declined he seemed disappointed. However when they sat down any kind of love went out of Rhaegar and he was like a block of ice. It was sad. Truly the sight of somebody you loved not loving you anymore was very heart breaking. Still Yn sat through Rhaegar‘s speech of the prophecy, of the Song of Ice and Fire and why he had to do it. It! He could tell Yn that he love him, which was clearly a lie, than in the same sentence he said that he was going to fuck the girl. And the stupid, young Yn said that he was going to stay with Rhaegar and help him! This one was his biggest shame. Supporting a man who betrayed his love, wife, children and kingdom.

• So Yn stayed and endured. He endured the courting, the kisses and loving glances. His heart broke every single time but he endured. Until the night that he had to stay before Rhaegar’s room. Lyanna went inside without looking who was protecting them. Arthur and Yn. Looking back Yn guessed that Rhaegar didn’t know who were his guards for the night but maybe it was only Yn‘s wish. He stood next to the door, listening to them having sex, until he felt like a mist before his eyes has dissolved. The bitterness spread through Yn and he didn’t even try to stop it. His love went away, replaced with a mixture of hate and hurt. The realization which he always know but never accepted made him weak. Rhaegar may have truly loved him once but it was gone. Somebody who is in love wouldn’t do this. He was angry and disappointed and tired. He just wanted to leave and never look back. His skin itched for being alone in his room to think through what he was doing to do so he just left. Arthur didn’t even try to stop him. Yn never looked back. He went in his room but it didn’t help. He craved for something he didn’t even know. Yn packed the necessities and left for somewhere.

• To see the person he hated and loved for years left Yn shaken. Rhaegar was pouring wine for both of them and sat down on the floor leaning against Yn‘s bed. While Yn did the same, however he sat down as far from Rhaegar as he could, he sipped his wine looking in the fireplace. After a few seconds that felt like hours of silence, Rhaegar turned to Yn and asked a question that left Yn surprised.

• „ Who ist Carl?“

• Yn tried to come up with an answer and Rhaegar waited. Lamely Yn only said that he was a friend. He regretted his answer after seeing Rhaegar’s face. The hurt was palpable on face. Only silence followed until Rhaegar drank his glass of wine and asked for more. When Yn handed the flask over Rhaegar softly shook his head and asked him to pour. Yn was unsure but still did it. As he poured he could feel Rhaegar’s eyes on him, and shamefully Yn admitted that he felt excited. Even after years of hurt he loved Rhaegar.

• As he was pouring Rhaegar hit him. The slap hurt like a bitch, Yn decided. It was unexpected and Yn fell over. Before he could do anything Rhaegar was on him. The kiss that followed was even more unexpected. When Yn didn’t do anything Rhaegar deepened the kiss. However both of them needed to breath and they came apart. Rhaegar looked deep in Yn eyes and caressed his face. Yn was so shocked that he couldn’t muster up enough energy do anything until he noticed Rhaegar leaning over again for a kiss. Before anything could happen Yn hit Rhaegar‘ side, got up and quickly went for the door. But he never reached it. Rhaegar almost sprung on him and they fell over. Usually Yn won over Rhaegar but this time Rhaegar was like a bull. They rolled around on the floor, hit each other, and when Rhaegar prayed Yn‘s jaw apart Yn wasn’t strong enough to stop him. Frightened Yn noticed that he had swallowed something and didn’t move. He could see himself and his fearful face in Rhaegar’s eyes.

• The kisses that followed their little fight were intense. Yn felt sluggish but hot at the same time and when Rhaegar asked him between kisses about the men he was meeting, he could barely respond. He denied Rhaegar accusations about being taken by the men and only responded that they were just friends. Rhaegar obviously didn’t believe him, and Yn realized at the back of his mind that he was jealous and angry. The kisses and touches left Yn feeling even more hotter than he already was and before he do anything both of them were naked and flushed together. Rhaegar was already on him, caressing him, and through the night they took each other several time before falling asleep.

• Waking up Yn felt awful. His stomach was upset but when he tried to lean over the side of the bed something pulled his hands back. The something was made of iron. Shocked he looked at the shackles around his wrists and then he noticed Rhaegar watching beside him. Before Yn could open his mouth Rhaegar leaned over and kissed him while laughing. This was the moment that Yn knew that he was truly fucked.

#game of thrones #asoiaf #rhaegar targaryen x reader #rhaegar targaryen #x male reader #rhaegar targaryen x male reader #light angst #time travel #arthur dayne #elia martell #yandere

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earthling55 · 2 years

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An Unexpected Reunion

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Hi! So, this is my first Daemon Targeryen fic. I don't actually know the storyline that well, so if I make some kind of mistake, please let me know (politely). Aka, also why there is no synopsis here.

Warnings: implied physical abuse

I taste the blood before I even realize I’ve been hit. It leaves it’s awful coppery taste in my mouth, a bitter reminder of what my life has become.

I curse the day my father married me off.

I curse him.

It’s a shame he’s already dead.

A door slams somewhere in the distance, but I am yet to move from where I’m standing frozen in place, the effects of the slap still fresh on me. My body stuck in an uncomfortable position, head pushed away from the force of his fist.

The air feels dead.

Sometimes I wish I was.

……………………..

I do my best to cover the bruises. Thankfully, after all this time my dear husband has learned where not to hit me and so my face and arms are relatively clear.

There are far less questions that way.

Taking my place next to the others, I wring my hands out and avoid the ever growing glare of my husband from across the room as Daemon walks in.

I can hear the spiteful whispers of the other ladies over my high necked gown and gloves, so out of place next to their low cut, sleeveless gowns.

My eyes betray me, constantly straying to where he is.

Absently, I wonder what it would have been like if I would have said yes.

If I would have let him whirl me away on Caraxes years ago when he asked.

If I would still be covered in bruises then.

The wine flows freely at the feast that night. The joyful merrymaking drowning out my unlawful thoughts.

I watch him as he talks to his brother. Eyes taking in every inch of his face, from his violet eyes to his starkingly white hair.

Memories flash through my mind.

My hands fondling through those soft locks. Scorching looks given over rooms packed full of people. Hot breath ghosting over bare skin.

He meets my eye from across the room. Just a fraction of a second and then it’s gone, leaving me wondering if I imagined it.

I down the rest of my wine in one gulp. Steadfastly ignoring the way my hand shakes as I set it down and leave the room.

I clutch my dress with an iron grip, hands hidden neatly in the many ruffles of the blood red gown as I rush forward.

Heavy footsteps thunder behind me, and my heart jumps to my throat as I hurry along.

They get louder, and before I know it, a strong hand is gripping my arm and I’m struck back against the cold stone wall.

I flinch at the cold contact, a bit too harsh as is evident by the concern that flashes through Daemon’s light purple eyes. But then it’s gone, and again, I tell myself I just imagined it.

‘Y/n,’ he whispers, mouth a hairs breath away from mine as he shamelessly looks me up and down.

I pray he doesn’t comment on my high collared dress, or, God forbid, lower it to expose the mirage of colors that lie underneath.

It feels as if he’s sucking up all the air around us. My throat constricts, and just as I feel I’m gasping for air, he backs off.

I’m about to question if he’s okay when a loud clang sounds from down the hallway.

I take the opportunity to escape, but before I can the same strong hand grips my elbow.

‘Midnight. Our spot.’

I don’t even have to think twice to know what he’s talking about.

His voice is stern, commanding. Leaving me no room to argue. I nod minutely, just enough to give my confirmation and make him let me go.

He releases my sleeve with an audible sigh and turns around.

I stay there, frozen in the hallway and wondering what the hell I’m getting myself into.

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Short part 1, but there will be a part 2!

#daemon x reader #daemon targeryen x reader #daemon targaryen #house of the dragon #hotd season 1 #dracarys #house of the dragon fic #daemon targaryen fic #fanfic

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coppernickeldime · 4 months

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Fast Car - Pt. 1?

A/N: Okay, I'm totally new to Tumblr (only been here a couple months and have just been binging all the great spn content on here). Let me know if I'm not doing this right, haha. I haven't written fanfiction in like seven years, but this is just an au that popped in my head today and I just had to write it. I mean checkoutclerk!dean??? I'm also new to writing Destiel so any tips are appreciated.

Let me know if you even like this? This is all I've written so far, but if yall think it's worth it maybe I'll dig around and turn it into a full-fledged story.

Pairing: AU Dean Winchester x Castiel Novak

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: None really, a little fluff? Alternate Universe

Summary: Castiel, a journalist just recently relocated to Lawrence, begins having run-ins with the new super-hot grocery store clerk. Both Castiel and Dean have a lot going on in their lives. With Castiel fighting to earn the big writing gigs under his family's broadcasting company and Dean working at the grocery store when he gets off from Bobby's garage in order to have money to send to Sam each week, can they find time to figure out what's going on with this chemistry between them? Not to mention that Dean is just beginning to realize his own sexuality.

Here we go:

"C'mon, little bro. You just gotta wait your turn. You know how it is. You're the lowest on the totem pole right now," Gabriel encouraged through the phone.

"Well, it would be nice if I had a little money left over after paying rent," Castiel grumbled as he grabbed a shopping basket at the entrance of the local Piggly Wiggly. "I was under the impression there would be perks to working for family."

"There are! You just gotta wait it out. Before you know it, you'll be like me. Traveling the world to write the big stories," Gabriel said. Castiel rolled his eyes and huffed a little, turning the corner to begin examining the fruit selection even though he knew he couldn't afford any of the produce there.

When he didn't say anything after a moment, Gabriel continued, "Alright, I gotta get going. There are two very hot ladies who should be showing up at my hotel room any minute now. Adios!" The line went dead before Castiel could reply. With another huff, he flipped his phone closed and shoved it in the pocket of his trench coat.

It had been a long day. Well, actually, it had been a long year. Castiel was under the impression that once he finally made it out of school, he could start getting real journalism experience by working for his distant relative's big time news company.

Heavenly Hosts Broadcast Company was not only the largest broadcasting company in Kansas, but the most well-respected. Though it mainly operated out of Kansas City, the company also owned several smaller stations and newspapers throughout the state. After graduating school, Castiel had been surprised to find out that he would have to move to small-town Lawrence in order to be hired as a writer for HHBC, but he felt he had no room to argue being only a distant relative of the company founder. He was thankful to be working under the well-known company at all; it was better than some of the incredibly small newspapers some of his classmates had ended up at.

However, he realized very quickly just how lonely Lawrence was for him. He had no friends or family there to accompany him, nor any peers who were interested in the same field as he was like he had become accustomed to in college.

Castiel woke up at six AM sharp every morning, had coffee with two over-easy eggs, and headed off to work. Once he got to the news station, he said a polite hello to the receptionist, Hannah, and headed to his office. That was where he spent most of his day, answering emails and researching whatever stories were handed off to him.

Unfortunately, most of the stories he received lacked any real excitement. He thought that after a few months he would be entrusted with stronger headlines, but it had been just the opposite. This was why, after receiving the task of writing an article about the local school cafeteria food from his boss Zach, Castiel found himself graveling to his brother about his low-pay and meaningless work.

He probably shouldn't have even called Gabriel, but who else was there to complain to?

While he shopped, Castiel stewed on all of these things and wracked his brain for any ideas of how to make school lunches remotely interesting. He made his way mindlessly through the store, filling his cart with the same items he bought every week.

"Not much of a chef, are ya'?" A strong voice broke Castiel from his stupor. He blinked repeatedly, suddenly unaware of how he even made it to the counter and added his items to the conveyor. He supposed he was too wrapped up in his thoughts on whether or not it would be acceptable to turn his school-lunch article into something political about how all student lunches should be free.

"I'm sorry?" Castiel asked as he looked up from his groceries. His eyes widened slightly as he met the gaze of the young man behind the counter.

The man chuckled lightly as Castiel's confusion, and Castiel found the corners of his own mouth turning up in response. He wasn't sure what was so funny, but just the sound of this man's laugh made him want to join in. Castiel watched as small lines appeared next to the man's eyes, which he also noticed were a rather unfair shade of emerald. He was just a bit taller than Castiel with wide, broad shoulders, hidden by a dark gray Henley with the sleeves pulled up on his forearms. His store-issued apron hung over his chest quite nicely, Castiel thought, and he tried to avoid thinking about whatever the apron might be hiding of the lower parts of the man's body.

"It just doesn't look like you cook much," checkout-guy clarified, gesturing to the array of microwave meals and quick fixes adorning the conveyor. His words brought Castiel's eyes back up to his face, and that's when Castiel noticed the messily styled Ivy-League haircut as well as the freckles decorating the man's cheeks. He suddenly felt unable to speak.

After clearing his throat and feeling his cheeks flush, Castiel found his words, "Uh, yes. I'm afraid I'm not very well-versed in the culinary arts." A bewildered smile graced the checkout-guy's lips, one of his eyebrows raising.

"Yeah, I'd say so. You know, if you add some Sriracha and an egg to these, it makes them like ten times better?" Checkout-guy said as he held up the ten-pack of easy ramen Castiel had picked out.

"Is that so?" Castiel replied.

Checkout guy nodded thoughtfully, sliding the ramen over the scanner until it beeped before turning to place it in a plastic bag.

"Oh, wait," Castiel said hurriedly, turning towards his shopping cart. He pulled out two reusable shopping bags, one decorated with kittens holding rainbow flags and the other with the HHBC logo on it. Checkout-guy rose his eyebrows a bit as he took the bags, the corner of his mouth rising up in a smirk as he placed the ramen inside the kitten rainbow one.

"It was a gift," Castiel found himself saying, suddenly feeling defensive over the bags. Checkout-guy fully smiled then, shaking his head a bit.

"Hey, no criticism here," he replied, holding the palms of his hands up quickly before going back to scanning. He pointed at the HHBC logo, "Do you work for the station or something?"

Castiel nodded as he watched checkout-guy pay special attention to where he placed the loaf of bread. "Yeah, I'm a writer there."

"Oh yeah?" Checkout-guy said, his brow rising in what Castiel couldn't decide was impressed or shocked.

"Yeah, mostly just small stories for now."

"I get the feelin' you're not too excited about that," checkout-guy said with a small smile. "Is that what you were grumbling about the whole time you were shopping?"

Castiel felt heat rise in his cheeks for a second time. He glanced nervously around the store.

"You could hear me all the way up here?"

"What can I say, buddy," checkout-guy replied, the creases around his eyes showing again as he smiled. "It's almost closing time on a Tuesday. There's not really much else going on to drown out the sound of you talking to yourself."

Castiel realized that he was right; there weren't any other customers in the store and it looked like most of the employees had gone home as well. It was pretty quiet, other than the rock music playing over the store speakers in a low volume. Embarrassingly, Castiel hadn't even realized he had been talking to himself while he shopped, though he wasn't all that surprised considering how enveloped in his thoughts he had been. Plus, he buys the same cheap groceries every week, so waltzing around the store was basically muscle-memory at this point.

"I apologize, it's been a long day," he said as he adjusted his tie.

"Don't apologize, man. I get it," checkout-guy said as he clicked around on the register display. "Your total is twenty-nine thirty-five."

Castiel dug into the pocket of his slacks to retrieve his wallet, which he opened to find the last of his grocery money until his next pay day. There was only a twenty and a five-dollar bill.

Slightly flustered now for more than one reason, he spoke again, "I apologize again, but I'll have to ask you to take off the ramen and the jelly."

Checkout-guy's gaze turned from a look of amusement to something more serious. "How much are you short?" He asked, tapping his fingers mindlessly against the side of the register and leaning forward as if to get a peek in Castiel's wallet.

"I've just got twenty-five," Castiel said, a bit bashfully, and pulled out the bills and showed that his wallet was now empty. "It's alright though, I don't need those things anyway." He really didn't need to have those items, but jelly did make peanut butter sandwiches a lot more appealing, and the noodles were a great change of pace from Banquet microwave dinners.

Checkout-guy shook his head, his lips pursing as if he had already made some kind of decision.

"Nah, don't worry about it. The rest is on me, alright?"

"I couldn't ask you to--"

"You didn't ask," checkout-guy said, his smile returning. "I'm offering. Seriously, I had somebody pay for my coffee in the drive-through this morning. It's about time I return the favor."

Castiel eyed him, unsure if he was telling the truth or just trying to get him to accept the offer. The guy shrugged a bit and stared back at him with a confident smirk.

"Won't you get into trouble?" He asked after a moment.

"No way," checkout-guy assured. "If my drawer is short a few bucks, I'll just pay the balance. Plus, they like me too much around here for me to get into too much trouble." He winked at Castiel as he opened the cash register.

With warmth in his face and a cat-bitten tongue, Castiel handed over his money a bit begrudgingly. "Well, thank you," he managed finally. "That's very kind of you."

Checkout-guy laughed and shook his head, and Castiel wondered what he had said that was humorous.

"Alright, you're all set," the guy said as he handed Castiel his receipt. Their fingers brushed lightly as Castiel took the small slip of paper.

"Thank you, again," Castiel repeated as he began to grab his shopping bags.

"No problem," the guy said. "Have a good one."

Suddenly Castiel found himself wanting to stay in the store all night. He didn't want the sound of this guy's voice or his smile or the brush of his fingers to be over with so quickly.

Castiel nodded in parting and forced himself to walk out to the car.

***

Later that night, Castiel thought maybe he finally thought of a way to write an article about crappy school mashed-potatoes that was worth reading. He was feeling a bit more relaxed after his encounter at the grocery store, though a bit embarrassed about being so flustered by the attractive guy that worked there and being short on cash. Still, there was an ease in his chest that he hadn't felt in a long while, and he was beginning to think that if he could spin this article into something good, maybe he would finally be recognized for his hard-work.

After the groceries were put away, Castiel put on a record of the complete works of Mozart before heading back into the kitchen. As the instrumentals began to play in the background, Castiel loosened his tie before removing it and throwing it over the back of a kitchen chair. It was nearly nine o'clock by now, and he needed to eat something and get to bed.

He made his way around the kitchen quite smoothly, heating water in a pot on the stove while he opened a packet of ramen. As he stood there, watching and waiting for the water to boil, a thought occurred to him. Without much more consideration, he was pulling the eggs from the refrigerator. He had ten eggs left, which would leave him two for every work-day breakfast. After eyeing the water that was beginning to boil for a moment longer, he decided he'd rather be one breakfast-egg short and have a spruced up dinner in return.

So Castiel pulled another pot from the cabinet and filled it with enough water to submerge the egg. He added it to the stovetop, turning the heat on high and leaning against the counter.

He found himself thinking about the checkout-guy again. It had been a long time since he was romantically involved with anyone, so that had to have been why he was so caught of guard by the man's looks and playful personality. Not to mention his generosity, which Castiel was extremely thankful for as he added the noodles into the boiling water.

When the food was done, Castiel sat down at his little kitchen table. It was only big enough for two, but he didn't mind. He hardly ever had company, so the small setting was more than enough for him. He settled for a random hot sauce he found in the back of his refrigerator since he didn't have any Sriracha on hand. He was delighted to find that the checkout-guy had been right; the egg and hot sauce drastically improved the made-in-minutes noodles.

If he ran into the checkout-guy again, he would have to let him know he tried it and ask if he had any more cheap-food improvements.

***

As Dean locked the door to the Piggly Wiggly and began the walk to his car parked in the back of the parking lot, he found himself thinking about the dark-headed journalist that had came through just before close. At first, Dean had wondered if the guy was just a stick-up-his-ass businessman, but after talking with him, Dean decided that maybe the guy was just kind of clueless.

He was funny in a way Dean hadn't quite experienced before, with his talking to himself, frowns, and formal way with words. The guy's blue eyes were stuck in Dean's head, and he found himself wishing he had caught the guy's name.

He wasn't sure why he was so caught of guard by another guy. No use in worrying about it when he would probably never see the guy again, right?

#destiel #destiel fanfiction #spn fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural #dean winchester x castiel #supernatural au #dean winchester #castiel #castiel novak #supernatural fic #spn fanfic

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victorluvsalice · 6 months

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Happy Birthday Deathmaiidens!

@deathmaiidens -- as per your request, we have the Van Dorts (as in Victor and Victoria) at the seaside, enjoying a little beach picnic, with a special visitor coming to call at the end. :) Enjoy!

“Well – I didn’t think I’d ever agree with your mother on anything, but – this sea air is quite invigorating.”

Victor chuckled, taking a deep breath as he looked across the sand at the tide lapping the shore. “It is quite a nice change from Burtonsville,” he agreed, adjusting his position on their blanket so his leg didn’t fall asleep. “And especially the cannery.”

“Oh yes, I can imagine,” Victoria agreed, picking up another sandwich from the spread between them before giving him a mock-stern look. “But we did promise not to talk about your work while we were here, didn’t we?”

“We did, but I’m not sure mentioning how horrible the cannery smells is really talking about work,” Victor argued, taking a slice of apple. “At least, not in the same way as me telling you about how tricky getting some of the ledgers in order is.”

“Perhaps not, but it’s at least brushing up against it.” Victoria laid her free hand on his as she nibbled her sandwich. “How about we talk about the croquet game we’re attending tomorrow instead?”

Victor worried his lower lip. “I’m – not entirely sure that’s a more pleasant topic. You know I’m not very good at sports.”

“I know, but your mother’s already arranged the visit, and I doubt anyone will think the less of you for not being able to hit the ball perfectly through the hoops.”

“I’m more worried about losing my grip on the mallet and sending it flying through a window.”

Victoria paused mid-nibble, looking at him sideways. “Do you really think that could happen?”

“Ask the glazier my parents had to bring in when I was nine.” Victor sighed, leaning his chin against his hand. “Still, it wasn’t as bad as when Mother tried to make a cricket-player out of me. I broke three windows during those lessons.”

“Oh dear me.” Victoria gave him an awkward smile. “Well, ah, just – keep a tight grip on the mallet?”

“It’s either that or feign illness so we don’t have to go.” Victor shot her a cheeky grin. “And I’d rather save that excuse for Lady Sunderland’s ball on Friday.”

“Ah, yes, I’d managed to forget about that...I think I’ll join you in being ill that day,” Victoria said, shuddering. “I already know the Kingsleighs will be there, and I don’t like their daughter at all. And she’s sure to be even less friendly now that I’ve managed to marry before her.”

“We’ll both develop massive headaches that evening,” Victor promised. “And then hide in our rooms and find a better way to spend the time.”

Victoria smirked. “Did you mean that to sound as saucy as it did, Mr. Van Dort?”

Victor went pink – then blinked as a blue butterfly suddenly winged past him and settled on his hand. “Oh – hello there,” he greeted it warmly, glad of the distraction. “Come for a visit, then?”

The butterfly flexed its wings. “It’s always lovely to see you again,” Victoria said, giving it a smile. She glanced out at the vast blue-green expanse of the ocean before them. “Did you ever visit the seaside in the Land of the Dead?”

The butterfly crawled around, pointing its feelers in the direction of the water. “I’m not sure they have oceans down there,” Victor said thoughtfully. “At least, not like we have them. Probably they’re just full of dead fish.” He winked at her. “Like the cannery.”

Victoria shook her head with a laugh. “Always back to the cannery. . .but if that is the case, I’m glad we can share the beauty of the living ocean here.”

Victor nodded, leaning his shoulder against hers. “Me too.”

And just for a moment, the sea breeze felt like cool arms around them, and seemed to whisper in their ears, Me three.

#deathmaiidens #happy birthday #fanfic #corpse bride #victor van dort #victoria everglot #emily #I've mentioned Victor's trouble with sports in my Valice stuff before #pretty sure it's come up in the Forgotten Vows Verse anyway #and the 'faking sick to get out of social engagements' is inspired by Player Piano's versions of the characters #they tended to take it in turns to pretend to be ill to avoid parties #it felt like something they would do #and of course Emily's spirit hanging out in blue butterfly form is a popular one in the fandom :)#this was a sweet one to write #I hope you like!#queued

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kradogsrats · 11 months

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TBH I think the reason I'm so obsessed with Lissa and the reason I write her the way I do is because like... this series is, like a lot of media, obsessed with the absence of mothers. Part of that is the usual media issue of "put a bunch of middle-aged dudes in a writing room and they will write something obsessed with fatherhood, specifically," but like... I think literally the only present mother in the series is Zubeia, and having said that, I would absolutely not be shocked if she has to sacrifice herself for Zym and the rest in one of the remaining seasons.

Because of the five other mothers in the show (Sarai, Lissa, Tiadrin, Neha, and Annika), fucking four of them are dead (or in Tiadrin's case, technically not dead but there's no way she expects to ever see Rayla again when she and Lain confront Viren) due to heroic self-sacrifice. Three of them are queens, and die ostensibly to save a decent-size segment of their people. Tiadrin is an elite warrior chosen for duty, who swears an oath and (functionally up until S4) dies honoring it.

Lissa's... just a woman, as far as we know. She's just a woman whose marriage falls apart. And that means she gets cast a lot as selfish, compared to the selflessness of all the martyr mothers.

Lissa plays music. Lissa wears perfume. Do we think Sarai has a signature scent, or is that reserved for lady-ladies who aren't warrior-martyrs? She argues with her husband, she tends to her sick son. There's a very different femininity being implied here, and it's... interesting... that it's in the character everyone thinks is a selfish monster. The woman with no higher calling than her family and children, who leaves them behind, anyway.

So that's really what NCNE is a "fuck you" to, I guess... to have one fucking woman who wears full skirts and aprons, and isn't a swordplay master, and sings songs and bakes bread and does laundry and tends a garden and cares for babies, and who still has just as much intellectual and emotional depth, as well as strength and conviction, as Sarai or Tiadrin. Who has her own feelings about the selfishness of things like Neha and Annika both riding off to certain death when they have an infant daughter.

And I'm sure what we'll eventually get is either "Lissa is a heartless femme fatale who coldly walked away when things got hard" or "Lissa is a rugged warrior who /mumble mumble something about how she actually left for some higher cause," because that is apparently the dichotomy we're working with.

#for reference: i am about as far from femme as you can possibly be without actively being butch #and i would probably rather die than go through pregnancy and raise a child #i'm just very tired of narratively shallow action girls #the new madonna-whore #lissa #neither crows nor eagles au

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extraclwnporeal · 11 months

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Steve Harrington sucks at keeping secrets.

(That one is long and english is not my mother language).

Steve can remember it — even though he was 7 at the time. Tommy stopped by Harrington's house and rushed to Steve's room. All of sudden there was a young and freckled and smiley Tommy shaking Steve to make him swear to keep it a secret that he kissed Carol for the first time.

The morning after, all of school knew. Steve didn't do it because he was mean, he just couldn't tell that it was something bad or unworthy of being proud upon — his best friend kissed a girl, after all. Carol did kick Tommy's ankles for telling Steve, and Tommy did give Steve a two day long silent treatment for telling the whole school, tho.

He couldn't even keep his own secrets, dear God. Steve's travels and grades and hook ups and hated foods were everybody's business, if it depended on him. Of course, that extended to his personal, personal life.

Steve Harrington always knew he was bi and was cool with it, since, well, everyone just assumed he was straight. There was no risk on it if everybody just assumed otherwise, he figured. The way he eyed guys at trainings and spent too much time alone at Tommy's house and had a soft spot for his swimming team couldn't mean anything, Steve's a ladies man after all, isn't he?

Yeah, he was fine. Until he met Eddie.

The day Steve met the metalhead, the DM, the guy Dustin couldn't shut the fuck up about, he was lost. Eddie was a magnet to Steve's eyes, his voice was melodic and all his manners made Steve smile, how did he do that? Suddenly he understood why his kids kept telling Steve how he and Eddie would get along just right — Steve hoped they would.

Eddie walks by and Steve has this impulse to just follow the guy with his eyes, not really caring who was around — especially if they're alone with the party. Time goes by and it gets worse, because now they know each other. Oh, Eddie was prone to talk to Steve now, to spend time alone and have their own inside jokes. And Steve's infatuation wasn't just glances anymore: he got vocal about it.

He compliments Eddie's curly hair, his handmade or customized clothes, the eyeliner Max bought for him, his painted nails and smiles and the way he light up the mood every time he enters a room. Yeah, Eddie is always willing to listen to any sort of rant Steve might go by and not make him feel dumb about anything he says. Steve feels safe and that's new, that's good. He might feel he's developing a massive crush but, yeah, that should be predictable by now. Predictable and pretty much noticeable.

Robin was a genius, Steve's sure of it. She could tell a musical note by ear, learn a foreign language in the middle of a crisis and is pretty good at acting her way out a situation. It doesn't matter that much, of course, because you don't need to be a genius to notice when Steve have a crush: you just need to be his friend.

Steve would go on full debates about Eddie and she would engage him on it.

“I swear, Robin, his hair is so soft, someday I will touch it if he lets me.”

“Oh, tell me about it, dingus.”

And he does. All day along, if she gives him the freedom. He does it because Robin's a safe person, and it's fun, it's so fucking fun it's unfair — be all giddy and silly and keep talking about a guy with his best friend, God. And she doesn't know he is well aware that it is a crush, just letting him be. Until, of course, she points it out — because it could be dangerous for him to go on and tell everybody about other guy's cologne and shit —, and all he says is a shy “hm, well, I know?”. She looks at him dead in the eye.

“What do you mean by 'I know'?”.

“I'm bi, Robs”.

Her eyes are wide. “Then why the fuck did you get so nervous when I told you I'm a lesbian?!”

“Don't be unfair, I wasn't nervous! I'm just not good at keeping other people's secrets.”

And she couldn't argue with it. He is shitty at hiding that kind of thing even if it is about himself, you know.

Dustin knows — he is the second one to do so. Of fucking course he knows. Because the little prat is always there, gravitating between his two older brothers for enough time to notice that they were always glued together, intertwined in their little world. Enough time to notice how Steve's eyes lit up as soon as Eddie entered the room and headed straight for him. Enough to notice that they were both smiling more, talking more, a little happier. And of fucking course he went straight to make fun of Steve.

When Steve was driving Dustin to a D&D session — what he, suspiciously and enthusiastically, volunteered to do —, they were both in silence. Steve was smiling like a dork and Dustin eyed him curiously. All of sudden, he shouted: “Do you like Eddie?”.

And Steve almost crashed the car.

“Hey, watch out, you dick, I didn't die to interdimensional creatures yet so I refuse to die because of you!”. And Steve doesn't laugh, so Dustin is a little unnerved cause usually he would've. Yeah, he was tense.

“Sorry for being so straightforward, didn't mean to startle you”, Dustin says, softly.

Steve looks at him for the first time, eyes watering just a little bit by noticing the kid's tone was reassuring and sweet. He sighs — that idiot.

“It's okay if you like him”, Dustin assures, not keen on making fun of him anymore, “really”.

And Steve softens. Because why on Earth would he think that Dustin could be anything but supportive? He hugs Dustin. An awkward hug, cause he was on verge of crying and the positions in the car were weird, but a good hug nonetheless. “I do”, Steve says, “liked him for a while now. I like girls and dudes, okay?”.

Dustin smiles widely. “You were always greedy, man. Who knows about it?”

“Only Robin”. And Dustin winces.

“What?”

“I might have discussed it with Lucas too”. Okay, great. First Robin, and then Dustin, and now Lucas, which meant Max also knew. It was getting complicated.

“He's okay with it — I'm sure everybody in our group is —, and he told me that I should say that he's bi too, if it makes you feel better?”.

Steve shout him a look, a really, really confused one. “What?”.

Dustin shrugs. “They come in packs, man”.

And then, finally, there was Nancy. As if he wasn't going to be humiliated enough, his ex would find out how whipped he was for the weirdest guy they know. But, to his surprise, none of it was humiliating, not even awkward.

Steve was a touchy person, specially with loved ones. He was willing to hold hands, hug, kiss their cheeks; and Nancy did know it firsthand. And when she saw Steve not-so-subtly going out of his way to put his arms over Eddie's shoulders, to pet his hair — he finally got the pass to do it whenever he wanted, just 'as long as you don't ruin my curls, Harrington' —, or hold his waist from behind, the way he only did to his girlfriends, something clicked. She walked on them during a meeting in the Harrington house. Loud music, some weed, friends kissing: like the old times, minus the underage drinking.

Steve had a smiley Eddie by his side and a hand on his leg, drawing circles on his skin with his fingers while they talked. Then Eddie got up (getting a frown from Steve), to run to the toilet because 'Mother Nature is calling, sweetheart'.

And Nancy waltzed to him, two beers in her hands. Steve smiled brightly at her, saying a really soft and maybe a little drunk “Nance!”.

She handed him a beer. “Having fun? I kinda missed those parties, you know.”

And he looked around, his kids talking loud and laughing and Mike shamelessly eyeing the beers he was not allowed to touch. “I did, too”, he smiled, looking at her again. “What are you so smiley for?”.

“I was just looking at you, all happy talking with Eddie”, she took a sip from her beer can, and Steve blushed.

“I'm glad I got to know him better”. Even if it was in that shitty context, he almost added, but didn't — because why would he? Everything was okay now.

“You two are getting along, aren't you?”, she softly punched his arm. “I'm proud of you, I mean, you found someone that makes you feel all sappy”.

He looked at her deep in the eyes, maybe to find that spot of mockery he expected from everyone. But there was none. It was Nancy. The same Nancy that helped him study to graduate, laughed at his stupid jokes.

“Thank you”. He whispered. “He really does make me happy. The happiest”.

She grinned, like she always does when she makes a correct guess. “You deserve it”. And then she gets back to her old spot, listening to Robin and her rant about some new movie that her menager won't put on the shelves no matter how hard she begs. She smiles even more.

It's not a surprise that Eddie was the last one to know. Because what Steve had in obviousness Eddie had in obliviousness. Sure, Steve's words and acts were a little weird, but not in a bad way. Sure, his tummy was filled with butterflies each time Harrington leaned forward to better listen to him talk about his favorite bands, even though he knows Steve's not understanding shit. Sure, he was dragging Steve along his nerd shit and, sure, Steve was willing to be dragged. But that was because Steve was a gentleman. Felling funny next to him was natural and expected, because he is charming and touchy and really, really good at making Eddie laugh. So, he kind of accepted it. He was liking Steve. In love, if you will. And was pretty mad at himself for it — Steve Harrington, of all people.

So, months go by. And Steve is still in love, and Eddie is still in love, and none of them are actually doing anything about it. Until there's Christmas. And they were stuck together in Eddie's trailer because snow was thick and Eddie didn't want Steve to risk himself driving home.

They were watching The Grinch, cause Eddie said he liked the guy — enough to wear a ugly sweater with Grinch's face in it, telling Santa Claus to fuck off. Steve thought the green grumpy thing looked like Eddie, but didn't say so, because the blonde Who lady might look a little too much like Steve and that may be used against him.

They were cuddling on the couch, and that happened without much thinking. They just sat down and in the next moment they were as glued as it comes. Steve was playing with Eddie's hair, the movie almost on it's end. Eddie was holding on Steve's torso, seeking the warmth the weather wasn't providing that night.

Steve's hands lowered, caressing Eddie's back, and he shuddered.

“What's wrong?”, Steve asked, voice hoarse from being unused.

“Feelin' cold”, Eddie whispered. “Could you lay lower? I wanna hug you”. Steve didn't have to be asked twice. He lowered himself and was facing Eddie now. His nose and mouth red from the cold weather, making him look like a deer — with his pretty doe eyes.

Steve smiled, hugging Eddie and putting his chin on his shoulder. “There you go”. He felt Eddie's smile against his skin. “It's late, wanna sleep?”.

Silence. And then a silky voice ghosting his ear. “Could we stay here a little more?”. Eddie turned his face back at him, finding Steve's lips in a pout, and his eyes closed. Eddie's cologne really felt like heaven that night.

Steve opened his eyes, finding an amused Eddie in front of him. “What?”.

Eddie chuckled. “I'm trying to figure you out”.

Steve smiled. “What did you conclude so far?”.

“That you like to be held, and gets really beautiful when sleepy”. He said shamelessly. It was really late and his mouth had it's own mind now.

Steve blinked. “Do I?”.

Eddie's eyes also had their own mind now, flickering between Harrington's hooded eyes and his mouth. “You do, I swear”.

Steve got to catch Eddie's eyes on his mouth for a little too long. And whispered a low, low 'Eddie'.

Steve was trembling, just a little bit. Eddie was pretty and the night was perfect and all that rightness made him disconcerted, the butterflies in his tummy dancing like crazy.

Unbeknownst by him, Eddie was feeling the same. God, having a former ladies man in his arms on Christmas night was almost killing him, specially if said ladies man was looking so, so beautiful by dawn light.

They kissed, not sure about who started it, but glad enough it happened. They kissed for minutes or hours more, who cares. But they kissed, fucking finally.

And they didn't have the guts to get up and go to bed, so Wayne was the one to find the two of them sleeping on the couch the next morning, with The Grinch tape still on.

Yeah, Robin, Dustin, Lucas, Max, Nancy and Wayne: now them all knew. After all, Steve Harrington sucks at keeping secrets.

(Adapted from my twitter account @/sillycervero).

#anecdote #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #they love each other dearly and everybody should know that #thats what steve said to eddie when he found out the whole hawkins knew about them #oh god theyre stupid #romantic and silly thats what i am

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happilychaengs · 2 years

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Jihyo - Look My Way [repost]

came from the vault really not my proudest writing

"Hey bartender, give me-give me another one!" you slurred as you turned the glass in your hands. The memory still vivid in your head, you downed another shot to drown it out and winced.

The potent alcohol burned your throat but it was soon numb from the five other shots you had finished. As you saw the bartender place another half full glass down, you reached your hand over to get it, but all that was met was the warmth of someone else's hand.

"Don't pour him any more. He'll be leaving soon." you heard a feminine voice say.

"W-what? Don't stop pouring!" you shouted at the bartender. "Listen lady, who... who are you to stop me?" you tried to argue. You looked up to try and see who this lady was and maybe you were too drunk to recognize her but you couldn't think of who it could be. Nobody should've been looking for you this late at night.

"I'm your best friend but you probably don't know that right now being how stupid and drunk you are, but that doesn't matter. We're leaving." she said as she dragged your arm. "Wait!" You wiggled around in hopes of putting up a fight but soon you gave up realizing just how weak you felt as of then.

As you were seated into what you could recognize as a car, you heard the door close on the other side and the engine ignite.

"Jihyo?" you mumbled trying to rack your brain of every person you knew.

"Glad you could figure out who I was." she replied in a snarky tone.

As the car moved, there was an uncomfortable silence between the two of you. The only sounds interrupting it was the engine revving and the airy breaths coming from you and her. Stopping at a red light, Jihyo looked at you and sighed.

You probably just got dumped... again for the nth time. She had hoped it was the last but obviously it didn't come true. She has always been there to comfort and take care of you.

Always thinking of the what ifs and what could be if she just confessed to you, its been taking a toll on her. She never could find the right time. She hid her feelings, hoping she could forget about them but she never could.

Jihyo has been in love with you as long as she could remember but you were blind to that fact. The way you make her heart flutter without even doing anything, your eyes that she adores gazing at, your stupid jokes that she always laughs at. She always wished that you were hers and she was yours.

You were constantly in and out of relationships but you weren't the one to blame. All the girls you've been involved with have hurt you in more ways than she could count. She wanted to take it all away.

Interrupting her thoughts, you pointed out to her, "Um... Jihyo, it's a green light."

"Oh! Sorry. I was just thinking." she said as she started to face forward again and drove.

"Whatcha thinkin' about?~" you asked playfully with liquor still in your system. "Nothing Y/N. Just take a nap and I'll wake you up when we get there." she replied clearly annoyed. She didn't want to talk to you while you were dead drunk.

"Whatever-you say..." you hiccupped as you already started closing your eyes.

You felt a small nudge on your shoulders causing you to stir from your sleep. Your drowsy eyes opened slowly trying to adjust to the darkness outside.

"Wake up, you drunk idiot."

"Don't need to be so mean~" you slurred.

"Whatever. Just get up." You felt her wrap your arms around her shoulder and pushed you up. You leaned into her warm embrace and started limping to the door.

Turning the knob, Jihyo helped keep you upright as you almost fell over climbing the steps. Reaching the couch, she set you down and quickly went into a different room.

She soon came back with a bucket in hand and a blanket in the other. "You can just crash here. If there's anything wrong just scream or something."

"Yes ma'am..." you murmured as you laid down to shut your eyes and drifted off to sleep once more before waking up with a hell of a headache.

"Ow..." you whined as you rubbed your temples. "What the hell did I do last night?"

You heard footsteps near you as you spoke, "You drank too much like an idiot." Your best friend said as she handed you painkillers and set down a glass of water. "Should help your hangover."

"Thanks, I appreciate it." she nodded.

"Do you remember why you were out drinking?" Jihyo asked. She didn't want to jump to any conclusions.

You took the painkillers before taking a deep breath in. "Um... me and G/N broke up. She said that she didn't love me anymore." You said as you looked down at your hands, fidgeting with your fingers.

A small chuckle escaped your lips as you continued, "I should've seen the signs. She was distancing herself from me and I could see it in her eyes that she wasn't 100% there anymore. I guess I was too in love with her to accept it."

Silence followed, interrupted with a sigh, "It's not your fault, you know. Love is not always perfect but you do have me if you want to talk about it." You could sense the genuine smile Jihyo gave you. That million dollar smile that had made the whole world fall for her.

While you were on the topic, you wondered who Jihyo loved to be able to give you such advice. Whenever on an interview she was always asked if she was in a relationship and her response would always simply be that she was waiting for a certain someone. You never did ask her about it, but you were curious who it was. The person must've been a famous idol or something to have Jihyo wait around for them.

"I know I can be a handful but thank you, for always being there for me." you admitted.

"I wouldn't be your best friend if I left you to deal with all this by yourself, would I?" she questioned, putting her hands on her hips.

You chuckled, "No, I guess not."

"Let's do something to take your mind off of things. Do you mind going out right now? There's a café that just opened up and we can also hang out with the girls after since we have the day off."

"Sure, I haven't seen them in a while. It would be great to catch up as well."

The drive was surprisingly short as you saw the café she was talking about being pretty hidden away. Probably so there would be no paparazzi or anything of the sort interrupting you two.

"Go find a table. I'll order for you." Jihyo said as you two entered.

You gave a quick nod and went to look for a table nearby. You settled on the one in the corner decorated with a few flowers scattered around.

After hanging your coat on the chair and making yourself comfortable, you saw Jihyo make her way towards you with two cups in hand.

"Here, just how you like it."

"Thanks Ji." you said as you took the drink and took a quick sip.

You asked as Jihyo took a seat, "So what's been going on with your life? Interested in anyone right now? I know I'm not."

"Well, there is this one person that has caught my eye." She replied while putting her cup down.

"Ooh, do tell."

"They're really nice, or at least that's what I think of them. It's just they're always finding the wrong people. In my opinion, none of them treat them right. I just hope they decide to look my way for once."

"Wow, you sound like a lovesick teenager." You remarked and it got you a hit on the shoulder.

"I shouldn't have told you anything!" Jihyo gave a small pout.

You let out a small laugh, "I'm just joking. Whoever they are, they're really lucky and dumb. Anyone would kill for you to fall for them, even me honestly."

Jihyo's cheeks turned a bright pink and she looked down at her feet and whispered under her breath, "You're the one I fell for, idiot"

"What was that?"

Jihyo quickly got her thoughts together and looked back up at you, "Nothing!"

"Okay... so how are you and the girls? I heard there was a comeback soon."

"Yeah, I'm excited for Once to see it!"

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"Truth or Dare?"

"Dare!"

"Kiss Y/N!"

"WHAT?"

When the girls arrived after you and Jihyo returned, they had the bright idea of playing party games. The obvious one being Truth or Dare but you didn't expect them to start off with these kinds of dares. You had a very visible blush on your face as Sana snaked her way to you.

"Hey Y/N~ is this seat taken?" she asked in a singsong voice as she sat down on top of you.

You took a big gulp and looked around, silently asking for help. You saw all the girls giggling except one. Jihyo. Her eyes were filled with fury and you could see her fists clenching. Were you doing something wrong?

"Don't worry Y/N. Just think of it as a favor." Sana whispered into your ear noticing your discomfort.

"What? How is this a favor?"

"You'll find out eventually." She said as she cupped your face between her hands and leaned in. You closed your eyes in anticipation and you felt something on your lips but it wasn't Sana's lips meeting yours. She had put her thumbs on top of your lips and kissed those instead. She leaned back and looked at you, giggling - seeing your cherry red cheeks.

Sana got back up and walked away swaying her hips.

"Your lips are something else, Y/N~" she teased as she glanced at Jihyo, almost gauging for a reaction.

A few seconds later, Nayeon cleared her throat and continued with a blush on her face, "That was interesting...to say the least. Now it's your turn Jihyo! Truth or Dare?"

Jihyo seemed to calm down and responded, "Um... truth."

"Do you like Y/N?"

"...Yeah? Of course I do, she's/he's a great friend. I've known her/him for a long time."

"No Jihyo, I meant romantically. Do you like Y/N romantically?" she chuckled.

You glanced over to Jihyo and you could see the distress in her eyes. "W-what? Can I get a different question?"

"Nope! You have to answer this!"

The silence seemed almost unbearable. Jihyo eyes were darting left to right as she looked around and from the knowing looks the girls had, they weren't going to let this go anytime soon. She took a deep breath and sighed. "Fine. I do like Y/N. Happy?"

Nayeon clapped her hands together excitedly, "Very! So Y/N, what do you think?"

"..."

"Hello? Earth to Y/N?" She waved her hand in front of your face.

"... Sorry," you got up and walked to the door, "I need to take a breather."

As you closed the door behind you, Jihyo was disheartened. She sighed and closed her eyes, "Why did you do that? Look what happened! They probably hate me now!"

"No they doesn't! You also could've lied but you didn't! At this point, you wanted them to know and we just helped you out." Dahyun pointed out.

"But-"

"No excuses, you have to talk to them right now!" exclaimed Nayeon as she pushed her to the door.

"Y/N?" Jihyo called out to you in a whisper as she saw you sat down on the doorstep. It was almost as if she was too scared that you would disappear from her sight if she made one wrong move.

You barely moved. You were out there, sitting in the cold, looking out at nothing. You were lost in your own thoughts. The only sentences that came out of your mouth was, "It was me? You've been waiting for me this entire time?"

She walked closer to you and took a seat down next to you, mumbling a quick "yes" and looking to you for an answer. She could see the wheels turning in your head as you turned right to look at her.

"How long?"

"3 years..."

"3 years...?" you repeated to finally get that number across your mind. "Wow..."

Your shoulders rose as you took another deep breath. You always had a nervous habit of fidgeting with your hands and it was clearly showing.

"You've always had so many better choices. You're surrounded by so many celebrities and idols but you waited for me. Why? I have nothing they do and I have nothing special about me. I'm a plain nobody that no one wants to keep around."

"Don't say that... You're way better than any person I could've chosen. You've been with me since even before my career as an idol. You've been my biggest supporter and friend since day one and I can't thank you enough for that. Somewhere along the way, I just fell in love with you. Everything you do and said always seemed to bring a smile on my face no matter how I was feeling."

She took a hold of your hands in hers, "I really do mean what I said in the café. None of your past girlfriends have treated you right, but I can. If you give me a chance."

"..."

"Y/N?" She murmured. Did she go too far?

You pulled away, "... I need a bit of time Ji. Just to think about this and get over G/N. When I'm ready I'll face you again. Please just give me a bit of space for now."

"I understand. Take as much time as you need." She whispered as she got up. Even if you weren't looking at her, you could tell her eyes were tearing up. You heard the door close behind you and you let out one final sigh.

"What a week..."

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A little over two weeks have passed and you still have been thinking about that incident in the back of your mind. You tried pouring yourself into more work but it just never really goes away. The only way you could do is facing Jihyo but it's just been so awkward for you to even think about talking to her.

You didn't know how you felt towards her. There was something there but what were you going to say? All these thoughts were pushing you past the edge. You couldn't handle it anymore. You stopped caring and picked up your phone, dialing in Jihyo's number. The answer was almost instantaneous.

"Y/N? What's up?"

"Are you busy? We need to talk."

You could hear her rattling through her keys as you heard Nayeon yell something inaudible in the background, probably words of encouragement.

"Yeah, I'm not busy at all. Where do you want to meet?

"How about the cafe we went to last time?

"Okay, I'll be there in ten."

"Okay." You hung up.

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"So what is it you wanted to talk about?" Jihyo asked as she sat down.

"You already know I want to talk about us."

Her tone shifted, "What about us?" she replied nervously.

"The part where you confessed and I'm confused as hell about what to do." You said clearly frustrated. "Getting over G/N wasn't the hard part... It was you Ji."

"W-what do you mean?"

"There's something there I feel towards you but I just don't know what it is. I can't say I feel the same as you but I also can't say I don't."

"So what are you saying?"

"I'm saying I'm willing to take a chance. I want to try this between us." You pointed between the two of you. "I just want to take it slow, if you're okay with that."

Jihyo had a look of surprise on her face and she quickly asked, "You're not joking right?"

"No, why?"

She shot up and went to give you a big hug, catching you by surprise. "Y/N L/N, I am so deeply in love with you." She gave a quick peck on your cheek. "I don't care how long it takes for you to feel the same way about me."

Your cheeks turned a shade of red. "Calm down Ji, there's still people around..."

She slowly backed away and chuckled, "Sorry... I got a bit too excited." She sat back down and looked into your eyes. "So does that mean we're a couple now?

"I guess it does." You replied.

Jihyo reached over and took ahold of your hands. "I love you Y/N."

You squeezed her hands a bit, "I hope I'll be able to say the same."

Jihyo let out a small smile. Finally, you looked her way and she couldn't be happier.

#park jihyo #jihyo #twice jihyo #twice imagines #twice fic #twice fluff #jihyo x reader #girl group imagines #gg imagines #park jihyo x reader

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redmambajatiri · 2 years

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The return

Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon black fem Oc

Summary: it’s been a year since Leyanna Velaryon “passed”, but she returns showing up to Rhaenyra and Laenor’s wedding feast

Note: I will be changing things for the plot of this story, there’s no insect

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Leyanna Velaryon is the first born daughter to Corlys and Rhaenys Velaryon, and heir to her father’s thorn. Getting ready for the feast in her hidden castle just off the coast of driftmark, she finally leaves to kings landing.

Once she arrives she walks through the castle unnoticed. Leyanna finally making it to the room where the feast was being held pushed the doors open walking in. As Lady Leyanna walked people whispered and gossiped. Her family being in awe with a thousand questions running through their heads.

Her sister Laena was the first to get up and embracing her while the rest of thier family followed. Looking at Rhaenrya while smiling the girls sharing a look of happiness but also wonder. As the night went on the Velaryon siblings and Rhaenrya chatted before see their parents and the parents of Jaemarr and Jaeda Galelaeris arguing.

Leyanna getting annoyed knowing what they’re arguing about walks over to them.

“Why are you arguing about who I am betrothed to when I am allowed to choose who I want to marry”

The adults turned to the princess before looking at each other.

“You were betrothed to Jaemarr when you were a child princess” said Lord Vaemond

“And now the Queen wants you to marry Aemond”

“What?” Leyanna questioned

Just a few feet away Jaemarr and Aemond on opposites of the room of each other hearing the argument of who the princess should be betrothed to, make their way to the families.

Jeamarr coming up behind Leyanna running his fingers down her right arm causing her to jump. Moving away from him she moves closer to her father.

“I am not going to stand here and be forced to marry someone I don’t want too.”

With that the princess walked back to her siblings and best friend. As she sat down talking Jeamarr walks up.

“Outside now”

Leyanna not responding to him, he pulls her put of her seat dragging her out of the dinning hall. Once out side he slams her against the wall.

“You will marry me or so by the gods you will be dead this time”

He whispered in her ear with every word his grip on her throat tightened. Until his sister came and took the now frightened Leyanna back into the dinner hall and immediately went to their parents to tell them what happened and to call off Leyanna and her brothers engagement.

After the night ended the Velaryons stayed a kings landing for the night. That night Leyanna told her parents what happened the year before.

“Alicent was forced by Otto to kill me because I apparently “knew to much” I was stabbed and had my left arm cut.”

After telling her parents the full story she headed to her sleeping chambers, while walking there she was snatched by Otto himself into a dimly lit room with her now ex fiancé. With in 20 minutes she had been beaten and cut.

She was then found by Aemond seeing what happened to the princess he picked her up taking her to her sleeping chambers he found the maesters of house Velaryon. Once he was sure she was safe with them, he went to find Otto and Jaemarr, once found he tortured them giving them a slow and pain full death.

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Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da: The Beatles x Reader

Chapter 9

The boys had stayed the night in the living room. They had sprawled out in the living room, covering every part of the couch and floor. George slept in the armchair, holding his knees to his chest. John had his arm hanging over the edge of the couch where he lay. Ringo snored on the floor next to the instruments. Paul somehow slept on the back of the couch above John. Y/N cautiously walked out of her bedroom. She had completely forgotten that they had been there the night before. Not wanting to wake them, she strolled past the living room to get to the kitchen. Making a cup of tea, she looked at the group in the living room. They were so peaceful. She wished it could stay that way forever...at least in her apartment, as the neighbors had complained about the music playing.

"Hey there, Y/N," John whispered, making her jump. He made a little snicker, trying not to wake the others.

"Well, I'll be--"

"Amazed at his royal majesty, John Lennon, the 45th of Liverpool, England!" John interrupted. He held his arm and puffed out his chest with the biggest grin as wide as the Pacific Ocean.

"Of course, you woke up first." She joked. His smile never waned.

"Who else would!" John exclaimed. "Only someone as beautiful as me could wake up before the others and still look this good!"

"Keep telling yourself that." Y/N mused as John looked through the cupboards of the kitchen.

"Where's your cereal?" He asked, examining a rice box.

"The next cupboard over." She replied, taking another sip of her tea. He grabbed the cereal box and got himself a bowl. She was so distracted by his weird process of making cereal (pouring the milk, then the cereal.) That she didn't realize someone was behind her.

"Beauty Queen got up early," Ringo smirked, making Y/N jump...again.

"Hey, Rings!" John muffled through a mouth full of cereal.

"Morning, seems the band is arising." Y/N joked as Ringo went to stand next to John.

"You can say that again." John added, drinking the milk that was left in the bowl.

"You better pay me my money for that." Y/N's face turned serious. John stopped dead in his tracks, he blushed embarissinly as Ringo held in a laugh.

"Looks like I'm washing dishes, Rings." John laughed.

"You bet you are!" Y/N giggled, looking back at the living room to see if Paul or George had awaken yet.

"Those two are knocked out cold and for a good reason." John commented.

"What is it?" Ringo asked, looking confused. John slowly looked at Ringo.

"Were you not at practice last night?" John asked, sharply.

"Well, I was half asleep, so maybe I did, maybe I didn't." Ringo replied. John shook his head in disappointment. Y/N watched with a smile on her face. If only she had some popcorn at the moment.

"Paul wrote a whole song last night, genius." John snapped.

"And what did you do?" Ringo asked.

"I helped and what did you do?" John questioned, setting his cereal bowl down.

"He played the drums for your band and you should be thankful." Y/N cut in to the converstaion. She had to mantain her mission of keeping the Beatles together. Even over the smallest things, she would rather play it safe and not risk potenially making the siutation worse or harder for herself.

"What she said!" Ringo agreed, giving Y/N an appreactive nod.

"I guess I can't argue with that. Especially if Y/N is on your side, Rings." John replied, looking past Y/N. She heard footsteps and she turned to see who had woken up next.

"Morning, luv." Paul remarked with a wink. John gave Ringo a quick "speak of the devil" look and walked over to Paul.

John put his arm around Paul's shoulder and said, "You should be proud of yourself, Paul. Writing a genuine love song isn't easy. Take it from me. All the ladies that I have dated in the past..."

"One." Ringo coughed, warrenting a glare from John.

"That's all fine and good, John..." Paul trailed off, "I wrote it for someone. I just don't want ot share who quite yet."

"Of course you don't." Y/N teased with a slight punch to his arm.

"As long as the song sells." John said.

"Sells?" Paul asked.

"It's high time we get a manager and a record label and..." John listed off many music production related things that went over Y/N's head. She was distracted by the slowly awakeing George, who seemed to have forgotten that he was at her house. He luckily, quickly came to his senses and strolled over witha yawn.

"Hiya." Is all he said. Looking half asleep, George waved at everyone.

"You're finally awake, Georgie!" John laughed, removing his arm from Paul's shoulder, so he could walk over to George. John ruffled George's hair which didn't seem to evoke any reaction from him.

"Seems he is still asleep!" Ringo remarked with George yawning again.

"Well, since we're all up now. I think it's time to discuss what's coming up." John clapped his hands together with excitement. George looked as confused as ever, Paul rolled his eyes, and Ringo raised an eyebrow at John.

"What crazy plan did you come up with this time?" Paul asked with a smirk.

"It's time we got our music out to the world!" John began in a booming voice. George's eyes fluttered open, startled.

"We already know about this plan." Paul said.

"But this is a new plan!" John reafirmed.

"Of course it is." The other three said in unison. Y/N tried her best to hold in her laughter at their tones.

"I predict in a year that we will be up and running! With albums and records, girls--"

"Like that will happen." Y/N laughed. George and Ringo nodded their heads in agreement. Paul snickered.

John cleared his throat. "Girls. Above all, a band! One that we will never forget!"

"That's a fact." Y/N muttered to herself. The others must have heard her as they laughed again at John's speech.

"You all are going to be the death of me!" John spat. Y/N held back on a comment after he said that.

"And guess who has to sit through all the crazy stuff we're going to go through?" Paul asked. The other memebers looked at Y/N.

"Me?" She guessed.

"And we have a winner!" Ringo laughed. It was true that she now had a better position to watch their events unfold. Who truly knew where they would be in a year...of course she knew, but to what extent could her presences bring to them? It seemed she would find out...in a year.

1 year later...

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little women part one: the bridgertons

Summary: The Bridgerton sisters are closer than most but the trials of womanhood might just tear these little women apart.

A/N: Please let me know if you enjoy. Also feel free to imagine the Bridgertons as whoever I don't describe them or Y/N only the love interests. Speaking of love interests, I have cast Laurie Laurence as Dev Patel, again you can picture whoever.

Please note: 1) the Bridgerton boys will not be in this fic and 2) a significant portion of the dialogue is lifted from the Little Women (2019) script.

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Eloise Bridgerton is a beautiful young woman. She knows this. She is also a very smart young woman. Unfortunately only one of those traits is useful for a young woman in society. She hopes this will help her chances in her upcoming meeting.

Striding slowly to a large wooden door, she wipes her hand on her skirt before knocking sharply.

She steps in, hoping to appear confident in front of everyone. Despite the room being full of men working, no one even looks at her. Most don’t realise she’s even there.

Eloise scans the room, searching for Mr Dashwood. When she can’t see him, she walks over to the only man actually paying attention.

“Excuse me, I’m looking for Mr Dashwood.”

The old man just stares. She smiles, a little unnerved, a little confused. He very pointedly looks at his name plate, ‘Mr Dashwood’.

Eloise whispers under her breath, “Of course you are.” She clears her throat then holds out some papers to him, “A friend of mine wanted me to hand in a story she wrote. And to ask if she can write more, if it suits.”

“Not a first attempt, I take it?” He snatches them from her, giving the words a quick scan.

“No, sir. She has sold to other papers and won prizes for her stories.”

“Prizes?”

“Yes. Sir.”

He looks her up and down with thinly veiled disdain. “Sit.”

She does so, pressing her hands firmly into her lap to cover the ink stains.

Dipping his pen in the ink pot, Mr Dashwood begins some ‘alterations’. In actuality, he’s crossing out entire paragraphs or pages. Then he slaps the paper on his desk, startling the young woman across from him.

Eloise watches with despair, all of her work being destroyed so easily by some man who apparently thinks his lavatory doesn’t smell.

Through the fog in her ears, his voice grumbles. “We’ll take it.”

“Hmm?”

“We’ll take it. With alterations.” Mr Dashwood doesn’t even wait for the ink to dry, just gathers the pages together. “It’s far too long.”

Eloise takes her work back, brows furrowed at the lines marring her loopy script, “You’ve cut so much.” She notices his ‘are-you-seriously-going-to-argue’ expression and clarifies, “I made sure some of the sinners repent.”

“People want to be amused, not preached at. Even after Lady Whistledown’s gossip column stopped, her influence means morals don’t sell nowadays.” Mr Dashwood looks down his nose at Eloise, “Perhaps mention that to your ‘friend’.”

“What compensation –”

“Twenty.”

She looks down at her work, she knows it’s worth more but she needs the money. “You can have it. Make the edits.”

He hands her the money, and she reluctantly returns the story.

Eloise stands, brushing her skirt. Mr Dashwood eyes her ink-stained fingers with mild amusement.

She meets his eye, “Should I tell my friend you’ll take another? If she had one.”

Mr Dashwood sighs, “We’ll look at it. Tell her to make it short and spicy. Oh and if the main character is a girl, make sure she’s either married or dead by the end.”

“I’m sorry?”

He ignores her, pen in hand again, “What name?”

“Oh, none at all please.”

“If that’s what ‘she’ prefers.”

“Good day, sir.”

She practically runs from the office, attracting the ire of some of the men around her. Then once she’s outside, she picks up her skirts and sprints.

A sweet little cat meets Eloise at the front door of the boarding house she lives in. The tuxedo kitten stretches and meows, so she picks him up. “You know, my Frannie would love you, Muffin.”

She makes her way to the drawing room, kissing Muffin on the head and dropping him on a seat near the crackling fire. Eloise turns her back to the fire, warming her body while she writes.

She hears loud conversation and pops her head up to see her favourite people in the world (bar her family). Philip Crane and his two young children, Oliver and Amanda are the best part of living in the city.

“Hello Miss Eloise!” The two duck in just to give her a hug before they run to their apartment.

As she watches them leave, she makes eye contact with Mr Crane, his eyes are bright with the infectious joy of his children. He steps into the room, the light of the fire highlighting his profile. Eloise has never been more jealous of her sister Y/N’s artistic ability, she wishes she could paint him just where he stands. She’ll have to settle for her writing.

“Good afternoon, Miss Bridgerton.”

“Good afternoon, Mister Crane.”

In an attempt to appear casual, she returns to her work.

He admires her for a moment then frowns, “You’re on fire.”

“Thank you.”

“No, you’re on fire.” He points to her skirt. The back of her dress has caught on fire. She puts it out quickly, face burning with humiliation.

“No, don’t worry! I have the same habit.” He shows her scorch marks on his jacket.

Eloise smiles and takes a step towards him when the matron of the house interrupts.

“Your children are waiting.” She smacks Philip’s arm softly but can’t help her delighted expression over the two connecting.

“Sorry Mr Crane, Oliver and Amanda need me.” Eloise takes the matron’s arm and heads to the door.

“Tell them I will be a little later tonight, still in time to tell them their bedtime story.”

Eloise looks over her shoulder, “Of course. Perhaps you can tell them about my sister’s adventures in Paris.”

~*~*~*~*~

Y/N Bridgerton is a beautiful young woman. She knows this. She is also a very talented artist. Although that second part has been a source of doubt in her life.

She was in an art lesson with some of the best young painters in Paris. The class had to paint a traditional scene of friends at a picnic and as Y/N looked around, she noticed something concerning. The artist next to her was exceptional. His work was bright and colourful, loose lines and flat colours. Original and unique to himself. Hers was detailed and realistic, special care taken with light and shade. An imitation rather than an innovative piece of work. The realisation that she wasn’t a future genius or some incredible prodigy terrified her.

Disheartened by the lesson, Y/N sits in the open air carriage with her aunt, basking in the cool breeze brushing her face. She holds a folded letter from home tight to her chest. If she closed her eyes she’s certain she’d feel their love seeping through her clothes. Her aunt is complaining about something or other, a hobby she enjoyed far too often.

“I tell you, the decadents have ruined Paris, if you ask me. These French women couldn’t lift a hairbrush.”

Y/N doesn’t respond.

“Y/N!” The girl in question jolts, turning to her aunt, “I said, ‘These French women couldn’t lift a hairbrush.’”

“Oh yes, ha ha. Very true Aunt Ledger.”

“Don’t humour me, girl.” Aunt Ledger keeps her tone even but when she looks at the letter in her niece’s lap, her almost unshakeable facade wavers. She hides her distress with a sneer, “What do they write, your troublemaking family?”

“Mama hasn’t written about Francesca yet, I really should go back.” Y/N opens the letter again, “They say I should stay.”

“There’s nothing for you to do if you go back. She’s sick, not lonely.” Aunt Ledger ignores Y/N’s foul glare, blabbering on, “And you shouldn’t go home until you’re engaged to Fred Vaughn.”

Y/N folds the letter again, tucking it away safely, “Yes and completed my painting lessons of course.”

Aunt Ledger waves her off, “Yes, yes of course.”

Y/N returns to people-watching, upset by the lack of proper communication from her family and her aunt’s nastiness. A tall man with curly dark hair and soft dark skin walks past, hands tucked deep into his pockets.

Y/N jumps up in her seat, tapping the driver impatiently, “STOP STOP STOP! IT’S LAURIE!” She hikes up her skirts and runs to the man crying “LAURIE!”

Laurie turns, notices a woman draped in purple running towards him, screaming his name. As she jumps into his arms, he realises it’s Y/N, that sweet girl from his childhood.

He spins her around, laughing brightly. When they separate, she grabs his hands and he squeezes hers gently, “Y/N, you’ve grown up so much! It’s wonderful to see you.”

“You wrote you’d come to the hotel!” Her brows furrow softly.

He can’t take his eyes from her, roaming her face to memorise every detail, “I looked for you, I couldn’t find you anywhere.”

“Clearly you didn’t look hard enough.”

“Maybe I just didn’t recognize you, you’ve become so beautiful.” He moves their hands to the side and steps back, nodding at her.

Y/N wrinkles her nose, “Please don’t.”

“I thought you liked that sort of thing!”

“Well I don’t.” She smiles again, “Where’s your grandfather?”

“Still in Germany.” He finally pulls his hands away to put them behind his back, “I’m on my own, traveling and having fun.”

Y/N teases him, “And drinking and gambling and flirting…”

Laurie looks so horrified that if Y/N didn’t know better, she would’ve thought he was genuinely scandalised. “Please don’t tell your mother.”

“So you’re chasing some girl around Europe?” Y/N’s expression drops, “I’m so sorry, I couldn’t believe when I heard Eloise turned you down.”

“Don’t be sorry, I’m not.” He’s lying for the moment but not that he’s seen Y/N again, it could be true.

Aunt Ledger interrupts the sweet moment, shrieking, “Y/N! Y/N BRIDGERTON! YOU GET BACK HERE NOW!”

Y/N pulls Laurie along by his hand and they run back to the carriage, “Coming Aunt Ledger!”

After he helps Y/N into her seat, Laurie kisses Aunt Ledger on the cheek, “You look marvellous as always.”

“GET OFF ME! GO, GO!” With surprising strength, the crabby old woman pushes Laurie away and smacks the driver.

The carriage pulls away but Y/N kneels on her seat to call out to her friend, “Come to the New Year’s Party! It’ll be so much fun - everyone will be there, including Fred!” She’s about to turn away when she remembers, “Pick me up at the hotel at eight! And dress for festivities! Top hats and silks!”

“I will, I’ll wear my best silk!” He smiles and waves her off.

She grins and sits back down, ignoring her aunt’s ranting.

Laurie stays there a little longer, admiring the woman he reunited with. He walks away with a load lifted from his chest.

Y/N can’t help but take one last look at him before he’s gone again. He was still just as handsome as ever and she knows. She will never stop loving him.

~*~*~*~*~

Daphne Basset (née Bridgerton) is a beautiful young woman. She knows this. She is also a very tired new mother. Despite her intense love for her children, she cannot help but envy those who have not faced the same struggles she has.

Daphne watches her ‘friend’ Cressida Berbrooke wander around the shop, luxurious silks draped over the blonde’s arms. A small part of her wishes she could do the same, unworried about the cost of her purchase.

Cressida is the type of young lady who has never wanted for anything, everything has been given to her. So when she looks over at her ‘dearest’ friend, who eyes a soft green silk, her heart bleeds. “Daphne, that colour would do wonders for your skin tone, and I know the perfect dressmaker to help you.”

Daphne drops the silk and whips around to Cressida, “No, no, no I couldn’t possibly. Simon needs a new coat and the twins need new clothes.”

Cressida’s tone is spiteful, having been spoiled her whole life, she enjoys embarrassing her ‘friends’. “And you need a new dress.”

Daphne tries to hide her expression, aware of what Cressida’s doing,

“I can’t.”

“But he’ll be so pleased with how you look that he’ll forget all about the expense.” The blonde giggles.

Silk wasn’t that expensive, was it? “I suppose it’s not too much of an extravagance.”

The sales clerk seizes his opportunity, “Will twenty yards do?”

Daphne nods, “Yes, thank you.”

Her heart is warm with delight as she leaves with Cressida. When she gets home, the full force of guilt hits her. “What was I thinking?”

Her daughters play in the garden as she enters, dropping the large amount of silk on the dining table. She sits down on the porch, her regret almost overwhelming.

The twins run towards her, “Mummy!” They hug her tightly and she tucks her face into their shoulders to hide her tears. When they run off again, she’s thankful for the weight they lift. Even if it’s just for the moment.

~*~*~*~*~

Francesca Bridgerton is a beautiful young woman. She knows this. She also knows that she’s living on borrowed time. Her body is slowly giving up on her, for all her and her mother’s best efforts.

Frannie has always loved playing the pianoforte. It was something her family bonded over, and every time she plays now, those memories come flooding back.

Her favourite song to play was an old lullaby her mother and sisters used to sing. Their voices blend with the piano melody in her head.

Her hand suddenly seizes, pain searing into her bones. She brings the hand to her chest, flexing it and breathing through the pain. When she lays her hands on top of the piano, the sunlight warms them from the inside, soothing the pain ever so slightly.

Her mother’s voice calls from another room, “Frannie? Francesca!”

She can’t bring herself to respond.

~*~*~*~*~

After her lessons with Oliver and Amanda finish, Eloise has plenty of free time before the matron’s curfew. She decides to go to the theatre, a venue that once seemed too extravagant for someone like her. But the theatre she frequented allowed people who couldn’t buy tickets to stand at the back and enjoy the play.

A Midsummer Night’s Dream is playing, a play she’d always wanted to see performed. She’s enraptured, giggling at the appropriate moments, commenting on things with the man next to her.

During Helena’s soliloquy, Philip Crane looks around the theatre, watching people’s reactions to her heartfelt speech. He’s seen the play enough times that he could probably quote it by heart.

He turns in his seat, having always found the reactions of the people in the back’s reactions to be the most interesting.

There he sees Eloise Bridgerton, bright and delightful as always. She seems entranced by Helena’s performance and he can’t help the smile on his face.

When the play ends, Eloise follows Philip and his friends to a beer hall, hoping to a) get to know him better and b) finally make some friends in the city.

She’s stopped on the stairs by a young man, speaking a foreign language. He holds a hand out and gestures to the makeshift dance floor.

“I only speak English sorry!” She cries, beaming at the sweet man.

“Come dance!” He clearly learned this phrase for this situation, so she rewards his pragmatism, joining him in a jig.

The dance is free, unstructured and unchoreographed. Couples spin wildly, whirl around each other and some swap partners as they go. Eloise slowly makes her way to Philip, who gives her his hands. She dances the night away with this kind man, the joy radiating from their bodies even as they return to the boarding house. The matron locks up behind them, chuckling quietly to herself. Clearly she seems to know something they don’t.

#bridgerton x reader #bridgerton imagine #bridgerton!sister #sister!reader

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Princess Luzura of The Boiling Isles

Chapter 4! I hope you guys are enjoying this fic and au!

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Chapter 4: I was a Teenage Abomination

Luzura read over her speech once more, making sure that it was absolutely perfect. She knew no magic, and she didn't attend Hexside, but she wanted nothing more than to boost the morale of young witchlings! Whether behind a mask or not!

This was all so exciting for her, she'd get to be around kids her age and experience their own powers and magic, it was like a dream! Except that her speech wasn't until much later in the day, meaning she had to be in the castle until then, and she couldn't see Eda.

At least she had an excuse to leave the castle today....and maybe she just needed one to leave early!

Luzura quickly looked through the castle to find her father, finding him in the throne room conversing with a guard.

"Father? A moment?" She asked.

"Hm? Yes, Luzura, what is it?" He turned to her.

"About my speech-"

"Oh, are you nervous? There is no need to be, you'll do just fine."

"No! No, I was going to ask if I could go on and leave for the academy now?"

The emperor paused, "Why would you need to do that?"

'¡Mierda! Think, Luzura, think!'

"W-Well, I just wanted to......observe! Yeah, observe the students in thier lives to better understand them and level with them better!"

Her father stood silent for a while.

'Oh Titan, he doesn't believe me. What do I do?!'

"Alright, Luzura, you can go."

Wait, what?

"But you must stay at Hexside, and stay by your escort. Wear your mask and don't run off..."

"Oh, Father! Thank you!" Yes! She was free!

The guard and her arrived at the entrance of Hexside, watching as students poured into the building.

Hexside Academy Of Magic and Demonics. A prestigious magic school, allowing up-and-coming witches to hone their skills. Luzura always dreamed of coming here, but she was never allowed to attend.

"You already have everything you need to forge your path right here in the castle. It is not necessary to attend that school." Her father's words replaying in her mind.

Tch, yeah right. As if she's learning anything from those studies.

Luzura marveled at the giant building, her mask shining in the sun. She turned to the guard at her side, he was shooing a few students away who were staring at Luzura.

'If I want to visit Eda, I need a diversion...', she glanced around, eyeing some townsfolk, 'There.'

She slinked away, and knocked over a basket of goods a passerby was carrying, but the way she did it made it seem like the guy next to him done it. The two began to argue, then a full-blown fistfight, causing more chaos, and forcing the guard's attention to it.

The guard rushed to the scene, paying no mind to Luzura. Perfect. When she made sure no one was watching, she took off for the Owl House.

She made sure to remove her mask as she approached, she knocked on the door and stepped back.

In a matter of seconds, the door flew open, Eda standing there with a wide grin on her face.

"Hello, Eda! I-"

"Hey, kid! You're just in time! Let's go!" The owl lady grabbed the princess's arm and yanked her along, clearly in a hurry to go somewhere.

"Well, Luzura? Did you ever think you would ever see something as breath-taking as this?!"

A giant, stinking monster laid dead on the shore of the boiling sea. Flies buzzed all around it, and trash seemed to coat the carcass.

"I....don't like this..."

"Yeah, it doesn't get much more inspiring than the trash slug! It makes a home, a life from what people have thrown by the wayside..." Ed lamented, "Until, BAM! It gets blasted by a wave one day and croaks from all the salt. Then, we sell the stuff it ate."

Eda dug into her hair, digging out a pickaxe, handing it to Luzura.

"Please don't make me...." She said, covering her nose.

"Aw, come on, Luzura! It's not everyday you get to go to the dump and pick apart a garbage carcass!" King sarcastically said, lying out a towel.

"Aw, nuts to you both." Eda said, plunging the pickaxe right into the body's mouth.

Luzura gagged, "So, Eda. I was thinking, maybe we could try some new lessons for my apprenticeship? Like read ancient scrolls, or mix together potions, or-"

"Ugh, that sounds like a bunch of magic school stuff.."

"Magic school? Like Hexside?"

"Exactly, the worst thing about it is that they teach you to learn magic the "proper" way. But magic isn't proper! It's wild and unpredictable! That why it's so beautiful. Now, I didn't finish school and look at me! Who wouldn't envy where I am now?"

Eda was currently knee deep in a pile of vomit-covered garbage.

Luzura looked down, dejected. Eda took notice.

"Hey, here's a lesson! Good witches are resourceful, like this!", The old woman forced the girl's hand in a crater of slime, rummaging around in it.

Luzura pulled her hand out, holding a dirt ball.

"Oh, hey. Greasey slime ball."

"Use your slime ball, wisely, young witch. Back at it! We'll hit the stink nodes first!" Eda picked up the axe and hiked back up the pile.

"Actually, if it's okay, I'd better head back, but good luck with your trash monster!" She turned to leave.

"Love you, King. You little beach peach" She cooed, giving King belly rubs.

"Oh, well, more for me then!" Eda called back.

Luzura walked back to the school, staring at the slime ball she picked up.

"Ugh, If magic is all about digging for slime balls, maybe I don't have the stomach for it."

"You can do it! You can!"

"Mysterious voice of encouragement?"

Luzura pushed some pushes aside, spotting a witch girl with blueish-green hair and round glasses wearing a school uniform.

"You can do it! Even if you get a bad grade, it's not a reflection of you as a witch! And my parents are right, there's lots more opportunities on this track! No get to school!" The girl was giving herself a pep talk, accidentally stomping on a flower.

"Oh, no! Oh, little friend! I'm sorry!" She knelt down, drawing a magic circle over the plant, springing it back to life.

Suddenly, the wheels of a barrel came within earshot, and a cart with a large pot, much like the girls, rolled in. Another girl with bright green hair sat atop it reading a book.

The other girl turned, noticing the first.

"Willow! Wow, you're so unnoticeable that I almost rolled into you! Ha!" The girl hopped down.

"Hi, Amity" Willow greeted.

"Shouldn't you get to class early to prepare your-"

The jar on Willow's cart suddenly began to shake, turning over and spilling purple ooze on the ground.

"Oh, Willow, you don't have anything to show do you?" Amity asked condescendingly.

Willow stayed silent, pulling her hood up and turning red.

"This is why they call you 'Half-a-Witch Willow'."

Amity's jar began to shake as well, but not turning over.

"Oh, looks like someone wants to say something to you!" Amity lifted the lid, "Abomination, rise."

A purple ooze monster rose from the pot, leaning forward and drawing a star on Willow's forehead.

"You're a star!" It said.

"Aw. It's like mine!" Amity pointed to a star badge on her uniform that read "Top Student", "But much smaller and meaningless."

Oh, wow, this girl is rude. How could anyone just come around and insult people because they're not like them?!

"As top student, it's my duty to tell you to keep at it! Even you could get a passing grade someday!" Amity continued, her abomination slunk back into it's pot, and Amity began rolling it away.

"See you in class, superstar."

Willow took her hood off, balling up her fists.

"Ohh, See you in class, superstar~. I hate it when she does that! I hate making abominations! I hate getting bad grades! I can't stand this anymore!"

Willow's eyes glowed a bright green, and the once dead flower now shot out of the ground as a hoard of thorned vines. The vines shot out in all directions, one making its way behind Luzura, wrapping itself around her ankle, and pulling her in. Right in front of the raging girl.

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"Not a bad haul. That oviduct was loaded." Eda said, tying her bag of treasures to the owl staff.

"Lose apprentice, gain garbage eggs. Fair trade." King remarked.

"I didn't lose anything." Eda scoffed.

"If you don't teach Luzura right, you will. And that's where I come in! Make her my apprentice!"

"Ha! And what would you ever teach? How to get stuck in the arm of a sweater?" Eda laughed.

"Hey! That only happened once!" King glared, "I'd teach her about demons. How to identify them, talk to 'em. How to raise an army, and tear apart the world!"

"After they tear you out of the sweater arm, right?"

"You think you're so smart! Well, why don't we make a little bet where I can prove I can make a better teacher!"

"Okaaaay. But, I'm obligated to remind you that I only use our bets to utterly humiliate you." Eda dug a scrapbook out of her hair, opening it to a checklist of their previous bets, all won by Eda, "And that you've never won."

"I like those odds."

The old witch glanced to the ground, picking up an unhatched egg of the trashslug, the tiny tadpole floating inside.

"So how's this? Teach this trashslug to be your loyal soldier in one day. Prove that you can be a better teacher than me, and Luzura is all yours. But, if you lose, I can change your name from King to.....Mr. Wiggles."

"Well, when you lose, you'll have to......wear a shame hat! And sleep in a shack! And never come back into the Owl House again! Ha!"

"Deal."

King stamped his paw on the inside of the book, Eda slamming it shut and cracking the egg on King's head. The trashslug baby slid down into King's arms while Eda laughed.

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The thick vines flailed about, their torns tearing at the ground and forest surrounding the two girls. Luzura could only lay there and watch as Willow stood there, her glasses glowing entirely green with her plant magic.

Suddenly, Willow regained her senses.

"Oh, nononono! I'm so sorry!" She knelt down to Luzura, willing the vines around her legs away.

"It's okay. The torns only went through a few layers of skin." Luzura jumped as Willow narrowed her eyes and looked her up and down.

"I...haven't seen you. What's your name?"

"Oh! Luzura-"

"Wait, Luzura?! As in Princess Luzura!? Oh, wow! This is astounding! The princess of the Boiling Isles! How'd you get here? What are you doing here?-" Willow's bombardment of questions was interrupted by the toll of a bell.

"I-I'm sorry. I can't stay. I have to go disappoint my teacher. It was nice to meet you, your majesty."

Luzura raised her hand to wave goodbye, only to start running after Willow.

"Wait, you're Willow, right? What you did with that flower and those plants was just incredible!" She praised, stars in her eyes.

"Thanks, but I'm not even supposed to be doing plant magic. My parents put me in the abomination track at school."

"Like Hexside?"

Willow nodded.

"Oh, I'm so jealous! I have a mentor, though her methods prove to be a bit....untraditional...And, I've never been allowed to enroll here. This is the first time I've been there, but it's only for one speech at the end of the day, then back to the castle for Titan knows how many more years..."

"I wish I could get a passing grade for once. Then people would stop calling me 'Half-a-Witch Willow'." Willow kicked the abomination goo on the ground, it's eyeball rolling away as it groaned.

Then, Luzura got an idea.

"Wait. I know how we can both get what we want.", She scooped up some goo and slapped it onto her face, it splashed everywhere.

"Make me your abomination! I'll get you a passing grade, and you can get me into Hexside. It's fiendishly clever~"

"What?!"

"I saw that girl's thing, it's just chunks of stuff and it talks weird. I'm chunks of stuff, and I talk weird!"

"That's true.", Willow giggled, "Okay. It's a deal. Luzura."

"This is a great plan."

The pair shook hands, but the purple liquid stretched as it stuck the two together.

"Oops. Abomination goo."

They grunted as they pulled at the goo, it finally releasing.

And sending Luzura straight into the puddle, splashing more goo everywhere.

"Great plan...."

The two of them rode along the trail returning to the front of the school.

"Welcome to Hexside. Remember to stay hidden, okay?" Willow said, pushing the cart.

Luxury squeaked happily, poking her head out of the pot she was hiding in, she looked to the side, seeing the guard was still gone, strolling around the market. Luzura hopped out sprawling a note on a piece of paper, and sticking it to a tree.

"I have decided to stroll about the school on my own, you and I both know I can handle myself. Don't worry, we do not have to tell my father about this. -Princess Luzura"

She hopped back in the pot, and Willow rolled them through the entrance doors.

The school was tall, lines of lockers rounded around doors and stairs. Other kids chatted about, walking to their classes, or practicing their magic.

Willow rolled them to her locker, grabbing a book from it, when a little boy with curly black hair and a blue uniform bumped into her, reading a sort of book.

"Willow, you will not believe humans!" He said.

"Humans?"

"Did you know that humans nail barbed wire to their kids' teeth?! But why? Maybe to make them magnetic..."

Luzura whispered from inside the pot, "I believe it's for storing treats..."

The boy stayed quiet, arching his eyebrow at Willow.

"Okay, Augustus, I'm gonna tell you something...But you have to be cool."

"I can be spool- I mean cool."

"Okaaaay...Abomination, rise."

Luzura slowly rose up from the pot, stretching out her arms.

"Ta-daaa! I'm an abomination!"

"Princess, that's not how abominations act!"

Augustus stood silent, his mouth agape as he dropped his book. He stared at Luzura, trying to find his words.

"Princess....? No. No, it couldn't be..."

"He is the president of the Human Appreciation Society. Most witches wouldn't recognize a human right away, but Augustus here is an expert."

"An expert? Wow, I've only ever read about them in my studies. It's nice to meet someone who's also knowledgeable on them." Luzura said.

"Do you know where a human's gills are?" He suddenly asked.

Luzura ignored the question, "There was a character named Augustus in a human book I read. The other characters called him Gus."

"Gus? Nickname? Human book nickname? Gus?! Call me it! Wow! Gus! This is the happiest day ofy life..."

Suddenly, the bell screeched.

"Well, I got to get to spelling class. See you guys at lunch!" Gus picked up his book and rushed down the hall.

"Alright, into the darkness you go." Willow said jokingly. Luzura hissed, slinking back into the pot.

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"Aww, who's a good Prince Jr.? Who's a good guy?" King cooed, waving a pet treat in front of the baby trashslug.

"Hey, Mr. Wiggles? You're not gonna teach him anything doing that." Eda taunted, leaning back in her lawn chair.

"It's called positive reinforcement, Eda, and it works wonders.", King snapped back, pausing when the baby ate the treat. It grew larger after eating it.

"Haha! See? No watch this!"

The demon took out another treat, waving it at the old witch.

"Prince Jr! Attack Eda! Knock over her drink! Mess up her hair!"

"Oh no, please stop." Eda said sarcastically.

"Well, I haven't seen your student in forever. For all we know, she's not even loyal to you anymore."

"Ha ha. You wish...." Eda paused for a moment, "But, yeah, where is she?"

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Willow rolled the cart towards a class: Abomination 101. Students chattered around them, some nervous, others confident.

The small teacher was overlooking another students project, their abomination was lumpy, and it had no limbs except for wiggling toes all over its body.

"Too many toenails in unexpected places. Fail!"

The teacher turned to the class.

"Pathetic! The biggest abominations are all of you! If the next project is a failure. Everyone gets extra homework for month!"

Yeesh, this teacher was harsh.

The class grumbled and murmured amongst themselves, worried about what would happen.

"And the next one to come up is...."

Suddenly, Amity's hand shot up.

"Excuse me, sir, but I'm ready to present my abomination! Rise!"

Amity's abomination rose up from its pot, lazily striking a pose.

The teacher laughed, "I've always saved the best for last, Amity...You'll need to wait your turn."

The abomination sank back down.

"How about.....Willow?"

The class groaned again.

"Not half-a-witch..."

"Great, homework for a month...."

Willow flushed, pulling her hood up. Luzura poked her head out of the pot, giving her a thumbs up.

"Don't worry, Willow, we can do this!" She whispered.

Willow smiled, and rolled her cart to the front of the room.

"A-Abomination....rise...." She squeaked.

Luzura punched the lid off, leaping out of the pot and striking a pose.

"Ta-daaa!"

The class gasped.

"Abomination, bow."

Luzura flailed her limbs, bowing as an abomination would.

"Very impressive, but does it speak?" The teacher asked.

Luzura froze for a second.

"Erm, I may be your abomination....but you're my...a-mom-ination..."

Part of the class gushed about the cuteness, but Amity just stared at them, her mouth agape.

"Hahaha! A-mom-ination! Splendid wordplay, A+!" The teacher laughed jovially at the pun, painting an A+ on Luzura's forehead.

Amity grumbled, scowling at the pair as the rest of the class cheered.

The bell screamed again, and the class dismissed. The teacher stopped Willow in the hall.

"Wonderful work today, Willow. I think we have a new top student." The last sentence made Amity stop in her tracks.

She gasped and stammered as he removed her star badge and place it on Willow.

"Uh, thank you, sir..."

He nodded and walked away.

"Hey." Amity suddenly appeared next to her.

Willow gasped.

"Last time I saw you, your abomination was mush. What did you do?" She asked.

"I, uh, took your pep talk to heart, Amity." Willow said, adjusting her glasses.

"I bet you did. I've got my eyes on you, Half-a-Witch...That badge is mine." She grumbled, walking away.

What is this girl's problem? How important can one girl getting one good grade be? Let alone just one badge...

"Uh oh. I think Amity's onto us...." Willow said.

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Eda threw the front door open, smashing Hooty's face into the wall.

"Have you seen Luzura?" She asked, having searched the house, but the princess was no where to be found.

"I might've heard her tiny mouse feet walking close by. Or maybe those were mice. Anyway, someone started moving in that direction." He said, looking at the path.

"Are you trying to point? Or...."

"Look at the weather vane!"

Eda stepped out of the house, looking up at the direction of the vane.

"But the only thing that way is...." Eda gasped, "....No....."

She rushed down the path, praying that it wasn't true. She got to the side of the school, looking into the window at a kindergarten class.

"Okay, everyone! Recite your runes!"

The little children all spoke in unison, "Krom, Zix, Elgrim, Zenomide..."

"No...Blind obedience..." Eda said, rushing over to another window. There a class sat, memorizing the Heximal system.

"No! Pointless busywork!" Eda ran to another window, horrified to see Luzura in a classroom, covered in abomination goo, taking notes alongside another girl.

"NOOOOO! WHY, SCHOOL!?" She yelled, devastated that another young mind has been taken by the system.

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Luzura, Willow, and Gus all sat in the lunchroom, chatting.

"Hey, are PB&J's suitable enough for royalty?" Gus asked, pulling a sandwich out of a bag.

"Ohmygosh, I haven't eaten anything like that in years. Please give me some." Luzura said, eating the half of the sandwich Gus gave her.

Willow frowned, "I don't know, Gus. If Amity saw that-"

Suddenly Amity jumped onto the table.

"I saw that! Abominations. Don't. Eat!", She got in Willow's face for moment, "I know you're in there! You can't hide from me! What are you? Who are you?! I want answers!"

Amity reached into the pot and grabbed Luzura by the collar, shaking her.

"Amity Blight!"

"Huh?"

"I suspected a twinge of jealousy, but this? This is just sad..." Her and Willow's teacher said.

"But I....No! Look at it!" Amity pulled Luzura closer, her groaning from dizziness.

"Report to Principal Bump's office."

"But-"

"Now!"

Amity let Luzura go and ran off, her teacher following behind. Willow and Luzura looked back, giving each other worried glances.

"That was, uh, a lot." Luzura said.

"Yeah." Willow agreed, "Let's hope that nothing else bad happens-"

Willow suddenly gasped, shoving Luzura back down into the pot.

"Hey! What's the matter?" She asked, only to be shushed by Willow.

A emperor's coven scout walked up to the table. It was Luzura's guard.

"You kids haven't seen Princess Luzura around the school anywhere have you? She was supposed to stay by me for her speech later this afternoon." He asked, holding up Luzura's note from the tree.

Willow shook her head, smiling nervously.

"W-We don't know where she could be, aheheh..." Gus chuckled.

The guard sighed, "Well, if you spot her, please come and find me. Enjoy your lunch..." he walked off.

Willow let out a breath that she'd been holding.

"This'll be harder than we thought..."

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"Roll over! Yes!" King commanded, tossing a handful of treats into the trashslug's mouth. By this time, it wasn't even a baby anymore, it wouldn't even be able to fit in the house.

"Heel! Yes, yes!" King kept tossing more and more treats to the slug, he noticed Eda walking back towards them.

"So, did ya find your runaway student?"

Eda said nothing, but scowled.

"By your expression, I can tell Luzura's gone and found herself someplace else to learn. Which means...I have won!"

"Yes, great, you won. You have a giant soldier thing and I have nothing. Congrats!"

"Oh, Eda, don't say that. At least you have this!" King pulled out the shame cone, cackling hysterically.

Eda growled, taking the hat and walking back into the house.

"I am so funny! Ah. Well, Prince Jr. training complete. Go forth! Make the world tremble at your feet...or worm stubs..."

The giant monster did nothing.

"Go forth?..."

Nothing.

"Oh, right!" King turned back to the treat box he dropped, only for crumbs to fall out.

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"Wooo, I'm a sweaty little abomination. But now we don't have to worry about Amity. High five!" Luzura held her hand out.

Gus and Willow did nothing.

"You slap my hand...The coven scouts do it all the time..." Luzura explained, slapping her own hand.

Gus carefully approached, slapping Luzura's hand. He blinked in surprise, and did it again. And again. And again.

"Oh. Oh my. Oh, man, what a rush!"

The classroom door suddenly open, Amity stepping aside with a smile on her face. A man with a demon creature on his head stepped in from behind her.

"Good afternoon, students."

"Principal Bump..." Willow stammered. Luzura quickly went limp and fell to the floor, keeping up her abomination act.

Principal Bump leaned down, examining Luzura's face. He stood again.

"Abomination, rise." He commanded.

Luzura stood.

"Abomination, lie."

"Uhh. Viral fame is a worthy pursuit. Your cat would never eat you if it got the chance. Potiontrails are real-"

"Oho, no, abomination. How stage for it to get the command wrong. I mean lie down." He pointed at a table.

Luzura laid down slowly.

"So very lifelike...When miss Blight told me about your abomination, I had to come by, see what she's made of..." He turned to Willow.

"Oh! I have her list of ingredients right here." Willow said, panicked.

"No. We were hoping...", He drew a dagger from his cloak sleeve, "For a closer look."

Luzura's stomach sank, she could see her reflection in the sharp dagger. They're going to dissect her! The plan is working too well!

"Willow, I'll allow you the first cut." Principal Bump handed her the knife.

Willow smiled, whispering to Luzura.

"You can't just cut open a Princess, can you?"

Luzura shook her head.

"Go ahead, make the first incision."

Willow stared at him, shaking. Suddenly-

"Principal Bump."

The coven scout stood at the door.

"Hm? Yes, is there a problem?"

"I need to talk to you."

"Hm.. Very well. Students, don't do anything until I get back." He followed the scout out into the hall, and minutes later, his voice came over the intercom.

"Students and staff, as we all know, Princess Luzura is coming here to deliver a speech to our student body. But it appears that she has wandered away from her escort. If you happen to see her, please notify me, a teacher, or her guard immediately."

Luzura tensed up, whimpering quietly, an action that made Amity squint at her suspiciously.

Principal Bump returned to the class, "Alright, where were we?"

"Wait, Principal Bump!" Gus said, knocking over three big pots of Abomination goo. Three abominations rose up, approaching the principal..

"Run!"

Luzura and Willow dashed out of the room, being spotted by the guard down the hall.

"Hey! Where are you running off to!?"

"They're getting away!" Amity yelled.

"No. The intruder won't get far." Principal Bump drew magic circle on the wall, pressing it, and red symbols spread across the walls, creating force fields around the doors.

Willow and Luzura twisted and turned through the halls, managing to lose sight of the guard.

They caught themselves on a wall and caught their breath.

"I'm sorry, Willow. This is all my fault. I just wanted to go to magic school and try to actually learn something." Luzura said.

"Well, how do you like it so far?" Willow asked with a smile.

"It's lovely, actually..." Luzura said. The two girls giggled.

"Okay, we should get out of here before-"

The red marking crept their way to them, sealing off every door and exit.

"Bump seals us in."

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Eda sat dejected in the shed, wearing her shame cone.

"Helpmehelpmehelpme!" King suddenly burst in the door and leapt into her arms.

The door bent as something banged into it repeatedly.

"Trouble with your student?" Eda smirked.

"Yes!"

"Are you sure you need my help? Maybe he only wants more of your brilliant lessons."

The slug broke the door down, grabbing King by the tail, and dragging him out.

"Please help me! You can call me Mr. Wiggles!" King screamed.

Eda smiled, taking off the cone and shaking the monster in the face, making it drop King and slither back outside.

"Okay, Mr. Wiggles. Here's what we're gonna do."

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Luzura and Willow rushed down the hall, trying to escape, but a seal closed before they got the chance. Bump stood there with the guard, abominations slowly chasing after them. The girls hid behind a pillar.

"Oh, this is awful. I don't know what to do. Amity's right. I'm just Half-a-Witch Willow!"

No, no, no. This isn't right! Willow can't give up!

"You're Full-Witch Willow. And you're great! And someone once told me, great witches are resourceful!" Luzura dug into her pocket, pulling out miscellaneous junk.

Willow blinked in surprise, picking a seed out of Luzura's hand. Thats what the slime ball was!

"Thank goodness you had it on you!"

"Yeah, thank goodness someone told me to hold on to it." She said, remembering Eda's words. She shouldn't have left her.

Willow took the seed, drawing a magic circle over it, it began to glow.

"Please...grow!"

Suddenly, vines shot out, severing the abominations and spreading through the school. They swerved toward Principal Bump and the guard, wrapping around them and pinning them to the ceiling.

The dust settled, and Bump gasped at the spectacle beneath him. Vines and plants grew around the whole building, flower petals fell as more grew.

"Remarkable." He whispered, the guard struggling to untie himself next to him.

The shields around the exit fell, and Luzura and Willow rushed to make it out of there.

"Not so fast!", Amity yelled, "I'm not letting you get away so easily! I. WANT. MY. BADGE! ABOMINATIONS, SEIZE!"

The abominations rose up again, chasing after the two. Luzura punched one out, but it just rose back up again, blocking the exit.

Willow desperately drew another magic circle, her eyes glowing green again. Vines intertwined themselves in front of the abomination, shielding them.

"Get outta here!" Willow told Luzura.

"No! I'm not leaving you!"

"I may get detention, but you'll get dissected! So go!"

Vines wrapped themselves around Luzura's body, carrying her above the abominations and out the door, it slamming shut behind her.

"Willow!" Luzura pounded her fists against the door, "Ugh! I can't save you right now, but I know someone who can!"

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The trashslug roared as Eda beat it back with her staff, King was up on the roof, pushing a barrel.

"Pour the salt! Now!" Eda yelled.

"Baby boy!" King yelled sadly. The slug whimpered as it looked back up at King, only for it to hiss.

"I have no son! Eat salt!" King pushed the barrel into the slug's mouth. The creature swallowed it, its body convulsing and quivering. The monster shrunk down, back to the size of a baby, and crawled off.

"Yes, I did it! I'm amazing!- Whoa!" King jumped up and down, only to slip off the roof. Eda caught him in her arms.

"You helped too. You are a good teacher!"

"I wish Luzura thought that too..." Eda lamented.

"Edaaaa!" Luzura yelled, throwing her arms around Eda and King.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey! What is this?! I never understand when you do this!"

"Your lesson worked, Eda! Keeping junk in my pocket saved my life! But my new friends, they're in danger-"

"Princess!" Willow called out.

Willow and Gus rushed up to Luzura, hugging her.

"Seriously, what is that?!" Eda said.

"You won't believe it, miss. Everything is perfect now!" Willow said.

"It's true. I don't believe it."

"Principal Bump was so impressed by my plant work, he's switching me to the plant magic track!" Look!" Willow stepped back, snapping her fingers and her uniform colors changed from purple to green.

Luzura jumped into Willow's arms again, cheering happily.

"Oh...What about Amity?"

"Last we saw, she was asking Bump if today could count as extra credit." Gus said.

"Well, I can't wait to see you in action next time I sneak in!"

Willow and Gus winced.

"Uh...About that. You're kinda, sorta...banned..."

"That's my girl!" Eda cheered.

"B-But! The good thing is that nobody found out that you're the princess! Your speech was canceled because of what happened. And we could come here and teach you what we learned!" Willow said.

"Aw. That would be nice, but I have a pretty great teacher already..."

Eda blinked in surprise, before smiling.

"Yeah! Luzura's my student! Back off, academy twerps!" Eda joked, as they laughed, grabbing the banned poster.

"Aw, baby's first wanted poster. Good job, kid. Looks like I taught you something after all..." She patted Luzura's head, when she suddenly spotted something in the distance.

The coven scout was rushing towards them, having been freed from the plants.

"Uh oh, that ain't good."

Luzura noticed him too, dashing into some nearby bushes before she could be seen. The guard caught up with Willow and Gus, he tightly grabbed Willow's shoulders, catching his breath.

"You! Where's the princess?! I know you've seen her! Tell me, now! Or I'll-" He questioned, Willow going pale, and Gus hiding behind Eda.

"Ahem."

The guard stopped, turning towards Luzura, who now donned her cloak and mask.

"She's done nothing. Release her at once." She said sternly.

"Y-yes ma'am. Right away ma'am." He let go of Willow, her rushing to hide behind Eda with Gus.

"Come along. My father will be expecting us." She said, and the guard ran up in front of her. As they walked away, she turned back, and waved goodbye to her friends and mentor.

They arrived back at the castle, her guard swearing not to tell about her sneaking off, and Luzura swearing not to tell about him threatening a child.

"There you are! I heard about the incident at the academy. Of course the day you go there is the day chaos occurs. Why are you covered in abomination goo?" He said.

"I was caught in a crossfire of an abomination explosion, but I'm not hurt. It was actually rather fun." Luzura lied, smiling.

"I knew you would say that. Now, go clean up."

Luzura obeyed, relieved that she'd be able to get this sticky substance off of her.

She returned to her bedroom and retreated to her secret nerd hideout, happy to get a breather, but also excited for what else Eda's lessons could bring.

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END OF CHAPTER 4

#princess luzura of the boiling isles #hexside students #toh hexside #toh willow #toh gus #luz noceda #emperor belos #toh eda #toh king

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